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beefrobeefcal · 5 months

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I have a Thot to contribute for the Beefro Repentance Tiddie Fic, in case it is helpful or shall I say... titillating? 😂 (I'm sorry)

Since it didn't specify who gets milked, maybe we go back to late-stage pregnant Mouse? A little lactation play where Frankie drinks from her after dinner until he tops off his big full belly? (Big enough to rival her bump 🥵)

Or since it sounds like nonnie wants some male breast play too...add Frankie and Mouse playing with each other's delectable chests first?

Anyway just some ideas! I wasn't expecting your poll to turn out how it did, not gonna lie 😄 But hey, I'll enjoy wherever you take us with this!

You're a lifesaver, Reby!

fucking RIGHTS we need to expose Frankie's Breeding, Pregnancy & Lactation Kinks!

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Mouse's Relief

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Pregnant Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie helps Mouse find relief.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,382

Content Warning: pregnancy talk, main character pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, 5-knuckle shuffle (male), lactation, breast feeding, breast milk, cumming in pants, weight talk, eating, sore breasts

Author's Notes: Thank you @rebel-held for the assistance you provided in your THOT. Thank you to @thehalflifeofloveisforever, @theywhowriteandknowthings & @neverwheremoonchild for their input, eyes and THOTs.

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It had been a day. You were now on maternity leave, supposedly to be giving yourself some down time before your baby arrived, but you’d been anything but relaxed today.

Your baby had been kicking the same rib over and over for the last three days, not allowing you to have any restful sleep; your big belly weighed heavily on you, making movements hard; and to top it all off, your milk had come in, making your breasts extremely sore and heavy.

Pregnancy was so uncomfortable.

Thankfully, it was a Friday and that meant you had Frankie all to yourself from the moment he got home to Monday morning at 6:00 am. He’s been so patient and caring with you, rubbing your feet and back, switching sides of the bed with you so you could be closer to the bathroom, and giving you your space when you needed to just be left alone because of the raging hormones in your body, then running back the moment you needed to be held.

Despite being so uncomfortable, you decided to do something special for him to dinner and make his favourite – lasagna.

****

Frankie arrived home, opening up the back door to the smell of his absolute favourite. He smiled and walked into the kitchen, seeing you leaning against the counter, your hands holding your phone and resting on your big belly, while you scrolled through whatever app you were hooked on today. He couldn’t help but notice how much more pronounced your chest was, and his cock twitched in his jeans. But before he could do anything, he knew he needed to test the waters first.

“Hey mama…”, he said softly with a smile, coming up beside you and splaying his hand over your middle. He pressed a kiss on your temple and moved his hand over your sore side. “How’s the rib?”

You sighed with a tired smile. “Sore… but okay. How was work?”

He didn’t want to talk about work. Not when that sigh heaved your swollen tits, making his cock twitch harder.

“Baby…”, he cooed as he kissed your neck, continuing to test whether you’d let him go further, and he reached up and gently palmed your tit.

You hissed in pain, and he jumped back. “What? What happened?”

“They hurt… so much… I’m sorry, Frankie. Please don’t touch my boobs.”

“What- why are they so sore, Mouse?”, he asked, sounding concerned with a slight hint of annoyance.

“Milk’s coming in, and they’re swollen and-“

“I can see that.”, he stated, his eyes glued to your ample cleavage.

“Frankie.” Your tone was indicative of your own irritation and a warning that your hormonal temper was rearing its head.

He looked up to your face and offered a sheepish grin.

“Okay… no touching the tiddies.”

You sighed again, not wanting your weekend to start with your mood. “It’s okay, baby. Dinner will be ready soon so you should have your shower. “

He nodded with a smile and kissed you quickly before heading to the bedroom.

As Frankie stood in the shower, he tried to ignore his semi hard-on but his mind kept slipping back to the sight of you, round and heavy, tits swollen and all because of him. He gripped his now fully hard cock and pumped himself, thinking about how good you feel and smell and look, and…

He came fast, his come hitting the shower wall then washing away under the spray of the shower. As he calmed down, he thought about how quickly he hit his release by his own hand when his mind was filled with you being pregnant. He grinned to himself as he finished his shower, making a mental note to take some more pictures of you like this for his personal spank bank, especially if you decided one kid was enough. He dried off and got dressed, heading back out into the kitchen with you.

*****

The lasagna was gone, and Frankie’s belly was the only evidence that it had ever existed. You couldn’t stomach it, so he had eaten your portion as well, so you had some fruit and soup instead.

“Fuck me, Mouse… we both look like we’re about to pop.”, he chuckled, trying to pull down his T-shirt, the same one that fit just fine a few weeks ago.

“Head to the couch, I’ll clean up.”, you said, standing up and wincing.

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely not, mama.”, he grunted as he stood up. “I’ll clean up later. You need to relax.”

After some coaxing, Frankie had convinced you to have a bath and he would be ready for you when you were done.

As you soaked, Frankie sat on the couch, full belly sitting heavily on his lap, and he searched online for how to help you with your sore breasts. He read about warm compresses and massaging, then his heart almost jumped into his throat and his cock came to standing attention at once when he read that he could express the milk by sucking it out. He groaned and palmed at his hard on through his sweatpants. Yup. He was going to be so helpful.

You got out of the bath, feeling more relaxed, minus your breasts, and got into your lounge clothes, then made your way out to the living room. You stopped in the doorway and watched as Frankie grunted looking at his phone with a feral intensity and his hand palming his crotch.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Your tone was teasing and the grin on your face told him to not stop on your account.

“I think I can help you… with your tiddy problem.”, he grunted, tossing his phone to the couch and standing up. He walked towards you, his eyes fixed on your chest, and he licked his lips.

“Frankie! I said they’re sore!”

“I know… and I wanna help.”, he groaned as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck. If it wasn’t for the fact you both had pronounced bellies, you know you’d feel his cock pressing into you.

His hand came up and slipped under your shirt and he gently caressed your breast through your flimsy bralette. Your breath hitches and he hushed you and kissed your neck again.

“Don’t think you understand what you do to me, looking like this, mama… your fucking body is just…”

He grunted as his cock tried to find friction when he bucked his hips, and he softly twisted your nipple. You gasped and let out a pained whine, but he held you firmly where you were.

“Lemma help, mama… please.”, he pleaded against your neck, breathing heavily. “Lemme make it better.”

You winced again at his hands, as gentle and wonderful as they felt, and seriously considered telling him off. But the desperation in his voice plus the warmth of his hand on your swollen breast gave you pause.

He stood up, nudging his nose against yours, his eyelids heavy and he whispered please again. You nodded and he led you to the couch.

Once you were seated, he went to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels, and put them beside you. He leaned down, holding himself above you with his hand on the back of the couch. He kissed you, and you could tell he was holding himself back as he did. He released your lips and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Fuck, Mouse, you look so good like this…”, he panted as he stood up. “I’m gonna help…”

He dropped to his knees between yours and pushed your shirt up over tour belly, kissing and mouthing his way up. You watched him with wide eyes, and it dawned on you what he was planning.

“Frankie? What are you gonna-“

“Gonna make it better, mama… gonna help you.”, he grunted again, pushing your shirt your breasts and pulling it over your head.

He sat back on his heels and looked you over with a ravenous ferocity in his eyes.

“Fuck... yes, mama... look so good...”, he groaned, his hands going to your swollen middle. “No idea what it does to me to see you stretching out your shirts because you're so full of my baby... tits looking amazing....”

He dove his face forward, kissing your belly again, moving up to mouth your nipple through the jersey knit fabric of your bralette. It felt amazing, but also completely confusing and overwhelming. The only time Frankie had expressed this much admiration for your swollen body was when he was drunk; he would get handsy and needy and would whine and beg you to ride him or let him fuck you in front of a mirror so he could see you. He was never this demanding and gropey and domineering. This was new and you were not mad at it.

“Frankie...”, you whined as you panted when he nipped just a bit too hard at your breast. “Please! They’re so sore... please be gentle!”

“I know... I know, mama... I’m gonna help.”, he cooed, sucking your nipple lightly through your bralette.

You sucked in your breath and your hand went to his head, gripping his hair, and you winced as he added pressure with his hand to your other breast, causing it to leak a bit. When he felt the warmth of your milk saturate your bralette, he sat back and stared. His pupils were so blown out, you could no longer differentiate where his irises were, and his eyes were fixed on your clothed, leaking breast.

“Frankie... are you gonna...?”, you asked quietly through heavy breathing.

His eyes didn’t move as he nodded slowly and licked his lips. His hands came up and pulled your bralette off, releasing your heavy breasts, and his mouth immediately grasped one of your nipples and sucked. You let out a breathy whine and once again gripped his hair, this time with both hands. The pinch and pull of him sucking to get your milk moving was almost too much until you felt a release. You sighed at the relief that washed over you and Frankie groaned as milk spurted into his mouth.

He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of milk, grunting as he suckled, despite his belly already being full from his big dinner. He didn’t care about the ever-tightening feeling in his middle; his mind had a singular focus and that was what he had in his mouth.

When he felt like he couldn’t get more from that breast, he released your nipple and licked it, looking up at you with dark eyes and panting. He moved over to your other breast, now leaking even more, and nudged it with his nose and his tongue darted out, licking up the escaped milk.

“Jesus... Mouse... you taste so fucking good...”, he grunted as he lapped up the warm liquid. His voice sounded deep and primal, like your weeping tits had unlocked some deep seeded need Frankie hadn’t tapped into yet.

You locked eyes with him again and he made a low growl as he pulled your nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it greedily.

You leaned forward a bit and one of your hands slid down, looking for his hard cock, but his belly was in the way. You knew he was full before, but now his belly would rival yours. It felt tight and as your fingers rubbed and prodded him, and you felt his body move as he rutted his hips.

“Poor baby... bet your dick is just aching... but you’re too big for me to get it... I can feel how full you are, Frankie baby... belly’s getting big... but you like this, don’t you... getting fat because you put a baby in me... that’s it... good boy...”, you cooed, stroking his hair.

A low moan emanated from Frankie and his grip on your thighs tightened and he panted through gulps. When he finally drained the second breast, he sat back, and you released his hair. He looked like he was in another realm of existence, with milk dripping down his chin and his eyes blown out. He was panting and fell back and laid on the floor, his extremely full belly prominently jutting out above him and groaned.

It took some work, but you got up off the couch, pulled on your sweater, and stood above Frankie, gently rocking back and forth, rubbing your belly.

“Baby... your belly’s bigger than mine right now.”, you smiled, nudging his lovehandle gently with your foot and noted the wet patch on the crotch of his sweatpants. You grinned, knowing exactly what that was.

He lifted his head and looked at his swollen middle and dropped it back down again. “Fuck, I’m full.”, he groaned and closed his eyes.

“I’d get on the floor and give you a belly rub, but...”, you grinned, motioning to your baby bump. “We both don’t need to be stuck on the down there.”

Frankie huffed a laugh, his eyes opening as he looked up at you. “How are your boobs?”

“Much better, thank you.”, you chuckle, as he struggles to lug himself upright.

Once he stands up, you can see his back arching to accommodate the weight in his belly. You reach forward and rub his tummy and smile.

“Kinda over did it, huh?”, you asked, giving him a pat and leaning towards him to press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”, he murmured as smiled and splayed his hand on your belly, feeling your little one moving around.

“So, you came in your pants, huh?”, you said pointedly with an eyebrow raised.

He huffed a laugh, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and pulled you to his side. “Yeah... I came in my fucking pants.”

“Sucking on my tits was so good that you came in your pants? You kinky bastard...”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah... ”, he grinned, nudging you towards the bedroom and swatting at your backside.

You stopped and grinned, biting your lower lip, as you felt his belly press into your back, and he wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Watch your mouth... carrying my baby can only save you from so much, Mama.”, he growled into your ear as he guided you down the hallway and int your bedroom.

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neonacity · 1 year

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ARCANE : INIZIO | CH.7 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When human deviants granted with the abilities of the legendary Arcana cards find themselves racing against devious forces, they are left to make a choice that might change the fate of the world itself: be the victims of the game, or become the masters of it themselves.

But will this war end with a crowned hero?

Or will it just create another mad villain?

*****

Note: This is the second book of Arcane. The happenings in this story is a prequel to the first installment which you can check in my Masterlist. Since the lore is highly dependent on the first book, I highly suggest you check it out first—otherwise, new readers might have a hard time understanding what is happening here. Expect lots of time jumps and flashbacks throughout the chapters.

Pairings: Dream 00’ Line + Mark x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: romance, violence, torture, trauma, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI. Please do not repost. I only publish my works in Tumblr.

Chapter Song: Before the Dawn | Evanescence

Previously > CH. 1 | CH.2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6

The soft, soulful notes of the grand piano teased the edges of your consciousness like the whisper of a lover.

You have no idea what time it is when you managed to open your eyes, but the first thing that registered to you as you stirred from your sleep were the beams of moonlight that pierced the darkness of your room. It took you a couple of quiet seconds to prop yourself up from your bed, eyes drifting towards the direction of the music as you tried to gather your bearings. Beside you, the glowing handle of the clock on your desk struck 2AM.

The cold feel of the floor seeped into your skin when you pulled the blankets off of you and finally swung your legs over the side of the bed. The hymn floating in between the cracks of your door was beautiful, but there was something about the way the notes danced around each other that made the deepest parts of your chest throb dully. For some reason, it stirred great sadness in you, so you didn't give it a second thought to pull on your night robe and step out into the hallway to find its source. You know exactly where to go… And in a way, who you will find at the end of it.

His back was on you the moment you stepped into the room. It was dark, with only the light of the moon peeking from the high window providing illumination to the almost empty space. It was enough for you, however, to make out his strong back contrasted by the graceful features of his profile. His lean fingers continued dancing across the piano keys and you decided to stop just on the edge of the hallway to watch him from a distance.

"Aren't you cold?"

You weren't surprised at all when he addressed you, his low voice braiding through the notes of the hymn he was playing. He still hasn't looked at you, but you still gave a slight shake of your head in answer.

"That's a very beautiful piece you are playing."

"Did I wake you up?"

"You did. And I think you did it intentionally, too."

The way the corner of his lips slightly curved into a small smile made you tighten your fingers around yourself. You wanted to reach out to him, touch his face, and pull him over to you all at once. You might as well have screamed your thoughts out loud because Mark finally turned to look at you, his gaze gentle and open.

"Come here?"

Your first instinct was to keep your ground, but the side of you that wanted him close got the best of you in a heartbeat. Stepping away from the shadows, you went straight to him, his arms already opening for you before you even settled beside him. You melted into his embrace, fingers treading through his hair as he pressed his nose against the crook of your neck. You frowned and closed your eyes at the contact, the heavy feeling that you didn't even know you've been lugging around for the past couple of days leaving your chest like smoke.

"Don't do that to me again. I thought you left me," you half whispered to keep your voice steady. You felt him sigh against your skin.

"I'm sorry… I needed some time alone."

"Do you hate me?"

Mark shook his head before letting you go just enough so he could see your face. You didn't even realize the tears brimming in your eyes until he reached out to catch them before they fell with his rough fingers.

"I could never hate you."

"But I…"

His smile fell a little as he gave a slight laugh.

"I admit the rejection hurt. I needed time to compose myself again. I wasn't really at my best when we talked so I had to distance myself a little."

"Mark, I'm sorry…"

The way his gaze probed your face now made a twisting tightness bloom in your chest again. It was the same way he had always looked at you, but now with a shade of honesty that he never had before.

"You shouldn't. You made me realize something after all."

Your throat felt tight, but you managed to speak.

"What?"

"That you love me. And that the way you also love the others doesn’t change that."

Your heart squeezed in your chest. You wanted to answer him, give him confirmation, but the way he looked at you told you that he didn’t need any of that assurance anymore. Instead, you leaned your cheek against the hand he raised to cup your face, eyes never leaving his. When he smiled at you again, you knew right then and there that the two of you will no longer be able to go back from all the pretending that provided you safety before. This was a man who had stopped himself from holding back because for the first time, he was finally standing in the same spot you’ve always been at.

For once, none of you are afraid.

“Are you back for real this time? I asked the others and they said you were gone for days. Nobody knew where you went.”

A look of recall quickly crossed his features at your question. He almost seemed a bit guilty, but you knew there was more to it than he was letting on. You could feel dread at the back of your throat, but waited for him to take his time to answer.

“I didn’t really leave because of our conversation. There was something I was trying to figure out.”

“What?”

“Who the traitor is behind all of this.”

You paused. Mark's gaze never wavered from yours and you could see the clear frustration from the set of his brows.

“Did you find out anything?”

“Not much. I could have done it easier with the help of my father but I—” he stopped, a hard look flashing in his eyes momentarily. “I know he is supportive of the Headmaster’s decision for all of us to go into hiding. He wouldn’t help me even if I beg him to. I was able to get access to some reports of the investigation that our family have been doing though. Whoever is coming after us must come from an advanced technology corporation. They—”

“It’s Cypher Institute, isn’t it?”

Mark froze in his seat, his gaze one of surprise before it morphed into confusion.

“How did you know that?”

“Jaemin and I snooped around in my father’s office while he was gone and someone called him about it. It was a coincidence. Was it the same Institute that you were able to confirm from your father’s side?”

The way Mark’s expression changed in just a matter of seconds slowly made an uncomfortable feeling bloom in your gut. It was what he said next, however, that really threw you off.

“My father is not aware about Cypher Institute.”

You frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“He had leads but none of the files I cross-checked had any mention of Cypher. And I looked at everything, I am sure of it. Whoever gave that information to your father is not from our family.”

The silence that wrapped the two of you was brief but heavy with meaning. There were so many questions that came to mind but it was Mark who managed to voice out the most pressing thing you couldn’t bring yourself to say.

“Do you know any other family that your father could be working with?”

You shook your head slightly.

“He does work with everyone. The Kim’s are one when he asked Mijeong to watch over me while I was in university, and I’m sure he also had agreements with the families of the other Masters. I’ve always thought that he shares a lot of his plans to your father though… Especially anything related to this threat. It was the Lee's who saved him from the latest ambush after all. It wouldn’t make sense for him to ask another family to look into things over your father…”

It took a while for Mark to finally say something as he processed that. Your throat felt dry, and you could almost feel your hand locked with his slowly grow cold.

“It would make sense. If he doesn’t fully trust my father.”

His words hung thick in the air. You didn’t know what to say, especially with him saying what you couldn’t put into words. There was something about Junho Lee that has always bothered you, but he is also Mark’s family and for that, you still provided the man a level of respect even from a distance. Still, you knew that one of your father’s reasons for trusting him stands on shaky ground—you just didn’t expect for the distrust to run this deep.

“Do you think… He can do that?”

Mark’s jaw tightened at the question. You could see the fight going inside of him so clearly that you almost felt bad for asking.

“He's a very ambitious man. I was still very young when I lost my mom, but I remember enough to know that he was never really the same after what happened. Still, he is the only other family that I have and…”

“And it is absolutely alright if you want to believe in him,” you gently interjected by giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Mark pursed his lips and he shifted his gaze away from you, his expression torn and pained.

Just like you, Mark’s life was greatly affected by what happened in the past. Fate dealt him bad cards, and for that you can’t really blame him for wanting to stand up for things he wants to believe in. You would do the same if you were in his place; choose to stand by your father before anything and anyone else.

It took a moment before he finally seemed to break from his thoughts. Gaze following him, he reached out for something in his pocket before finally offering his open palm to you. It was dark so it took you a moment to realize what you were looking at, but your lips were soon enough parting wordlessly as he moved to open the small blue velvet box he was holding carefully.

Lying nestled in black satin, catching the light of the moon, was a deep blue diamond ring framed with smaller clear gems on its sides. It looked ornate but well-loved, like a star that had fallen in the middle of a dark night. Your eyes widened as you stared at it, Mark’s silence in contrast to the sudden loud beating of your heart.

“What…”

“It’s my mother’s wedding ring. My father gave it to me when he told me about his plan of us getting married.”

“Mark… I…”

Your voice sounded so full of guilt, but he gently cut you off by pressing the box against your palm.

“Relax, I am not proposing to you,” he said in a tone that made you pause. “I told you that I understand where you stand now. I am not going to force you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”

You swallowed, but let him continue.

“But we can’t deny how dangerous it is right now. There is a traitor in our family and it could be anyone, including my father. I won’t blame you if you can’t find it in you to trust us right now, but my family can give you protection, regardless of who is the person who betrayed us. Even if it was him, I think he will spare you if we make him believe that you’re engaged to me.”

“What makes you think he will make an exception for me, Mark? If it really was him, and he was willing to sell the rest of the Masters, then he can betray anyone.”

“No. Not you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

The way you paused gave Mark the chance to really look at you, his eyes roaming your face. You were at a loss for words, and he used that as his window to continue with a gentle voice that made your chest hurt.

“My father can be ambitious and cruel, I admit that, but he knows how to honor love when he sees it. He was hit hard when he lost my mom, but I don’t think he is going to punish you and me for what happened. He will also gain nothing if he hurts you over us being engaged and making our bloodline stronger.”

“I hate to say this, but it’s the reality we’re living in right now,” he continued. “I can protect you if you choose to continue your life as a Master. It’s that or you move away and cut off all connections with us. Follow what your father has always wanted for you and live like a normal human.”

You slowly shook your head as the weight of his words fully sunk in. You’ve always known this… Everything Mark is saying right now have always been the choices given to you. Not once have you accepted them though, especially with your only other option being to exile yourself from the Family and never see any of them for the rest of your life again.

“So are you saying that we should… tell everyone that we will get married?”

Mark’s gaze dropped before he gave a slight nod.

“Yes. At least while we haven’t figured out who the real traitor is. If they see that we’re both onboard, I don’t think they’ll rush us to it. We can buy ourselves some time.”

You were quiet. Your eyes found the ring again, a testament to a different promise made years ago. After a moment, Mark reached over and closed the box before guiding your fingers to close around it.

“You don’t need to give me an answer right now, but I want you to keep it. Even if we won’t get married, you’re the only woman who I want to have it.”

Your thumb ran over the soft plush of the velvet cover. A few seconds passed before you felt him gently hold your chin to guide you to look at him again.

“I’ll do anything and everything just so we could get to the bottom of this. Whatever happens though, I want you to know…”

“That I will never ever betray you. My life is yours.”

Time seemed to have stopped, the same way your heart did. He looked at you with nothing but bare honesty laid out and you received it, unafraid this time. A cloud shifted outside, and the next moment, you two met in the middle, lips soft against each other. It was a simple kiss, but one that you knew was long overdue. When you pulled away, you whispered softly against him, only loud enough for him to hear.

“I know. I believe you.”

******* “Come in.”

You have barely raised your hand to knock when your father’s clear voice sounded from the inside of his office. The antic would have been amusing if this were any normal day, but instead you found yourself slightly hesitating before finally pushing the door open. He wasn’t looking at you when you stepped into his room, his gaze set instead on reviewing a stack of documents laid out across his table.

“Are you busy?”

It was a rhetorical question at this point, but still, the man’s lips twitched into a small smile as he finally looked at you from over the rim of his wired glasses. He looked unhurt, but the dark shadows under his eyes betrayed how his last couple of days have been.

“Even if I am, I will always have time for you, Princess.”

You didn’t want to immediately soften after that, but you couldn’t help the way your eyes shifted sideways as a reaction. Your father, of course, noticed, and chuckled as a response.

“So? Is there anything wrong?”

Your shoulders slumped a little before you answered. To be honest, you didn’t really plan for anything when you decided to see him today. All you know is that you’re glad to see him again after he had been in and out of the Academy for the past few days, especially since you haven’t really talked after your argument. The way his eyes sparkled behind his glasses now made you think that he already has an idea why you’re here, but the man kept his silence to give you the room to open it up yourself.

“I wanted to apologize… For some of the things I have said last time.”

“Apology accepted. I want to do the same, since I have realized why my decision warranted that kind of reaction.”

Immediately, it felt like a part of the heaviness in your chest lifted. You remained standing in your spot though, your gaze open as you searched his face.

“Did you change your mind? About me and Mark?”

A pause.

“No, my dear. My stand remains the same. And you?”

You didn’t hesitate to answer.

“No… I am still against it.”

He nodded, but didn’t say anything else to counter you. Your father can be as headstrong as he is, but he also knows how to draw boundaries, at least temporarily. What you said next, however, is something he definitely did not expect.

“Mark and I talked though,” you added as you tried your best to work through the lump in your throat. Ever since that night with him, you’ve sat with your thoughts to consider every angle of the situation. You still don’t have a decision, but it would be unfair to lie to your father about what has happened since.

“We… still do not have an answer right now. But we are considering things.”

It was quite hard to gauge whether he was relieved about it or not, but he gave you a slight smile after his pause of silence.

“That’s enough for me. Thank you, darling. Now, do you want to sit? I know you came here to tell me more than just that. At least try to relax a little.”

You hesitated only for a little bit before finally giving in and settling on the chair across his desk. Now that you’re closer, you could better see the lines on his face, proof that the last few days haven’t been easy on him.

“I found out who was after us. I heard it from a call… While you were gone.”

“I know.”

You shot him a guilty look.

“Are you mad?”

The question made him laugh. “Honey, I would be even more surprised if you didn’t snoop around to find out things on your own. Let me guess, did Mark come with you?”

“No. Jaemin did.”

“Mm. As expected from Mr. Na. That young man's loyalty to you is fiercer than his strongest fear.”

“Why is Cypher after us, Papa?”

You didn't know if he was taken aback by your straightforwardness or not, but the moment you asked, a shadow of emotion you couldn’t quite understand flitted over his features. It was fast, but it was enough for you to understand that he knows something more than he is letting on. At first you thought he would avoid the question, but then the light in his eyes shifted again, almost as if he was looking inward to himself.

"It's human nature to crave power. Cypher, unfortunately, is one of those willing to meddle with it."

"Do you have any idea what it is that they want from us? Even with what they have, it is impossible for them to tap into the abilities of the Arcana. Manmade resources have no chance against us."

The pause from him was loaded. The man leaned on his desk now, shoulders slightly slouched as he took off his glasses and pressed the bridge of his nose. You almost wanted to reach out to him, but he seemed on the verge of breaking at the slightest touch. A flash of uninvited memory took over you, and it was then you realized that you've seen him like this before. Once, a long time ago when you were younger…

Back when your mother died.

"I wish I knew. It's hard to go against an enemy without understanding how they could possibly hurt you, but I am sure of one thing. They're dangerous. If there's something even more powerful than greed, it's hatred, and Cypher… has both towards us. Whatever happens, we can't let them get to us. To any of you."

His words slowly sank like dull blades into your skin. There was something lurking behind his statements, a confession hidden in plain sight. You hated how you're piecing things together slowly, how you're realizing that there is possibly more to this than just going against an enemy.

"What do you mean about them hating us?" You asked softly now, your eyes set on him. Your father's gaze hardened as he continued staring at a spot in front of him. His silence was enough of an answer that you need.

"You… know these people. You know why they are doing this," you continued slowly. Your words seemed to have struck something in him, a look of pain overtaking him for a solid second before he finally reached for your hand.

“When the time comes, you will understand.”

“No, I don’t think I will. Why won’t you tell me everything?! I can help. You don’t have to carry this on your own.”

“Darling, you don’t understand. They are not like anything we have faced before. I’m doing this to protect all of you.”

You were quiet as your mind ran a million different things at the same time. You could see the cracks in him, the dawning realization shaking your core in a silent, terrifying way. There are a lot of moments in your life when you don't agree with your father, but you love the man, and he has always been the epitome of someone you can rely on ever since you were young. It doesn't matter how big the problem is, he will always come swooping down to save the day. As you look at him now across from you, shadows and light bouncing off his tired face, you felt your heart break as you realized one thing. He is afraid just as you are. Unlike you though, there was an air of resignation in him, as if he already knew the fate waiting for him.

“Then why… does it feel like you are saying goodbye.”

The way that he looked at you made something in you break. You shook your head slowly, and he cupped your face with his hand to keep yourself from trembling.

“You will understand it soon. For now, all I wish is for you to trust me. I know it might be too much to ask, but I hope you can give me this.”

You were terrified. In that moment, you felt like a little girl again, afraid to lose the only family that you have.

“Only if you promise me one thing.”

“What is it?”

“You will not die.”

He paused for a bit before finally giving you a small smile.

“You have my word.”

You weren’t entirely convinced, but you took it, at least for now. Your father may not be perfect, but as much as he is flawed, he had always tried his best to never break his promises to you. You nodded now, your eyes falling to the piles of papers in his desk.

“What are we going to do now, Papa?”

His hand on your face lowered and your gaze landed on his ring as it caught light from the lamp on his desk. It was an ornate piece made with what looked like bronze, the simple band carved with intricate-looping patterns that are reminiscent of snowflakes. It was the only piece of jewelry that he had worn for as long as you could remember, on top of his wedding band that he never took off despite the death of your mother. For some reason, the ring looked different now as it shone against his skin. It looked regal in your father’s hand, yet at the same time... lonely.

When he spoke again, his voice was melancholy.

“When the time comes, you will know exactly what you have to do.”

******* “You know the view of the sunset looks best on the other side of the rooftop, right?”

Your head only slightly turned towards the sound of the voice that broke through your thoughts. Shrugging a little to yourself, you turned your gaze once more to the burning sky, eyes not really seeing the deepening colors there. You have no idea how long you’ve been sitting in the cold, but the freezing chill clinging to your skin gave you an idea of the hours you’ve lost track of.

“I know. I didn’t really come here for the view though.”

Soft footfalls started moving towards you in answer. The next thing you felt was the warmth of a cardigan going over your shoulders as your visitor dropped to the spot next to you.

“That makes one of us. I do like the view here. Can I join?”

You raised a brow but grabbed the edges of the jacket to wrap the material tighter around you. “You’re already here. Will you leave if I ask you to?”

“Nope~”

The way you could almost hear his smirk in his voice couldn’t stop you from smiling a little. You gave a light-hearted sigh before finally turning to look at him.

“Why are you here, Haechan? Shouldn’t you be resting in your dorm? You just finished training with the others, right?”

“When I can finally have some alone time with you? You do realize how hard it is for some of us to get your time, right? Either you’re sulking on your own or you’re being hogged by my cousins—”

He wasn’t able to finish what he wanted to say as you raised your hand and knocked your fist on top of his head. Haechan jokingly flinched and massaged the spot you just hit, a smirk on his face.

“Did you just come here to harass me?”

“Did I lie? All I’m saying noona is that I’m a Lee too. What does Mark and Jeno have that I don’t have?”

You looked at him dead-panned before giving an answer.

“Height.”

The way his face dropped made your lips twitch. It was taking you everything not to dissolve into laughter with how hard he scowled at you.

“Okay, Princess, listen here. Mark-hyung is literally a centimeter taller than me. Don’t be mean.”

That was the last that you could take. Unable to help it, you finally gave in, your laughter bursting as you curled in on yourself to keep yourself from snorting. You could almost feel his frown deepening without even looking at him, the awareness of it only making you wheeze harder.

"I do know what I can do that those two dorks can't though," you heard him say quietly after he let you have your moment. When you finally gathered yourself again—cheeks pink from the cold and the laughing fit—he was looking at you softly. The sunset was kissing his skin, making him look as if he was glowing. The corners of his lips lifted as he angled his face a little to the side to watch you.

"I'm the only one who can make you laugh like that."

The way your heart jumped made you immediately forget what you thought was funny just seconds ago. Your relationship with Haechan has always been different… Mark is loyal, Jeno is secretive, Renjun is subtle, and Jaemin is passionate. Haechan has always been straightforward with what he wants, but unlike the others, his intensity can sometimes be impulsive, like an open flame ready to spark into a larger fire at any moment. It was in his nature—The Magician, as the master of chaos, is the one force in the Arcana that constantly straddles logic and madness, next to The Fool itself. He is designed to want you in a different intensity from how others feel ever since the Arcana chose him as its Master.

It's because of this that you have always tried to hold back more when it comes to him. And so when he pushes, you pull back, not because you feel any less for him, but because the idea of you two meeting in the middle has always terrified you.

That, and you know that whatever feelings Haechan has for you at the moment might not be his own, but his Arcana craving for yours.

"You make me laugh just as hard as you can make me mad," you admitted finally, allowing your walls to break down just a little in front of him. Something flickered in his eyes though his smile remained.

"You always run away from me, noona. Why?"

"You already know the answer to that."

"What I know is that you like me just as much as you like the others."

"I do. But do you feel the same about me? Or is it your Arcana telling you that you want me?"

Your question made him stop. You watched as the smile slowly bled from his face, his well-kept mask slipping for a moment. Haechan is a good master of his own emotions, but this time you knew you hit a chord.

"I can do anything for you. Destroy worlds… and build new ones if you want me to,” he said, his voice serious.

"I know. But that is not answering my question."

"Then what—"

"Will you feel the same if I am not the IL Matto, Haechan? Will you still like me if I’m just a regular human?"

The way his eyes hardened a little at the very thought of you living a life as a normal mortal admittedly made your heart break a little. You've always known this, of course… but hearing his answer now in his silence did not make it easier. When it seemed like he didn't know what to say next, you took it upon yourself to take his hand gently. He immediately wove his fingers with yours, his hold tight that it felt like he was giving you his reply through it alone. This time, it was you who smiled at him to try and give him comfort.

“I know how much you like me, but I can’t accept those feelings if you’re not even sure yourself that they’re your own. It’s unfair for me to give you an answer and take your free will from you, Haechan... I can’t do that, at least while you still can’t answer that question.”

He looked so lost and in pain that for a moment, you could see the chubby-cheeked boy who had always ran after you when you were younger. It made you want to pull him in for comfort, but you settled on giving his hand a squeeze instead.

"Hey. Don’t feel bad about it, okay? It’s fine. I like having you around, just like this. If you want to do anything for me though, then just promise me one thing."

He still seemed torn, but he managed to give an answer anyway.

"What is it?"

"Never stop making me laugh. You're right. You’re the only one who can do it."

******* Kun kept his eyes steady on the flickering flame of the candlelight in front of him. The room was quiet, but there was a different tinge of melancholy that was lingering in the air as the Headmaster sifted quietly through the papers in front of him. The ticking sound of the grandfather's clock in the room was deafening to him, like a death call waiting for its final drop. It was a reprieve when the door finally creaked open, revealing Taeyong on the other side of it. Kun waited for him to join his side, giving the man the liberty to break the suffocating silence.

"We just finished the final round of trainings, Sir. We’re gathering all the data before giving them to you."

"How are the kids?"

"They have improved a lot. They’re not at their full potential yet, but they can definitely control their abilities better now. They will be able to hold a fight… should the need arise."

"They don't have to. They only need to defend themselves,” the man said evenly. “Have you heard word from Doyoung?"

Taeyong paused before giving an answer.

"Yes. He has confirmed that it is most likely Junho Lee who is working with Cypher."

The man's hand froze ever so slightly as he moved to pick up a paper from his desk. His face was calm, but there was something about the set of his lips that made Kun and Taeyong surreptitiously exchange glances.

"I appreciate you working with the Kim's, Taeyong. He's probably watching me very closely, so I needed you to do the job."

"Do you want us to get rid of him?" Kun's voice was quiet but steady when he asked the burning question. The Headmaster shook his head, his eyes hooded by the shadows from the flickering candle.

"No. Not yet."

Kun's jaw clenched ever so slightly at the answer. His morals tell him to take the man's word with no question—follow him with blind loyalty like he has always done—but he couldn't bring himself to do it now, not when everything seems to be crumbling around him. From the way that Taeyong was holding himself beside him, shoulders stiff and face set, he knows that the other Legacy shares the same stand.

"With all due respect, Sir. I would like to understand why," he finally decided to ask after gathering enough courage to speak again. The man peered at him from behind his glasses, curious, but not seemingly surprised by his question. He didn't know if it was just a trick of the light, but he thought he saw the shadow of a smile on the other's lips before he finally moved to cross his hands together.

"You and Taeyong always had the right to ask. The pair of you just do not give yourselves the full credit you are due."

For a second, Kun felt oddly like a child being gently reprimanded by a parent. Gathering himself again, he decided to press more to get answers.

"We do not understand why you're protecting Junho. He betrayed you. He betrayed all of us."

"I am not protecting him. I am protecting the Family… From him."

The look of silent confusion from him and Taeyong was not lost on the Headmaster. The man, on the other hand, seemed set and collected as always.

"Cypher is already a formidable enemy on their own. They will wage war on us soon, there is no doubt about it. Going after Junho now will only split the Family more—and we are currently at a disadvantage of not knowing who else within our network has decided to side with him. If he finds out that we know, we'll just be pushing ourselves in a corner. The Lee's have resources, and having those used against us is the last thing we need."

"So we will just let him do whatever, then?" Taeyong asked this time.

"No. When the time comes… And you will know when—you will have to take him down. Even his own son should he decide to betray my daughter."

The way the man said that so evenly without batting an eye made Kun and Taeyong's blood run cold. The Headmaster is a kind, rational man that oftentimes, people forget how cunning and ruthless he can be in his own ways.

"For now, I want to keep him alive. After all… He might still become useful in the future."

Both men stared at him, though none decided to speak up this time. Wordlessly, he picked up a thick brown envelope from his table and offered it to the two. Kun and Taeyong looked at each other before the former took it silently from his hands.

"When that time comes, my daughter will be the first person to know what best to do with him," the Headmaster continued as he leaned back on his chair. "Just the same as she will know what to do next once things start to unfold. When the moment calls for it, give her that envelope. It will help her."

Kun's fingers tightened on the edges of the bundle he was holding. There was a heavy feeling that had started to weigh on his stomach, similar to the one he had when the man talked to him first after his quick absence.

"Are you leaving, Sir?"

A shadow of something quickly glossed over the man's expression. It was so brief, but it was enough to give Taeyong and Kun the answer they hoped they wouldn't have to hear ever.

"There are things that only I can do in this fight. So yes… I would have to leave my daughter. For a while," he said, his eyes moving from one young man to the next. Maybe it was the darkness and the shadows dancing in the room, but in that moment, the Headmaster saw in the pair two other young men who stood shoulder to shoulder in this room once, many decades ago, promising their allegiance to the Arcana. The memory made his chest constrict with a mix of emotions—pain… longing… and sadness for what was and what will never be again.

He let the memories linger for a few more seconds before finally giving the two a small smile.

"I know I have already asked for too much from the both of you, but if I can have one last request… I hope you two can put her and the Family's best interests at heart while I am away."

"Consider it my last request as IL Giudizio."

******* Your footsteps echoed softly in the hallways as you made your way back to your room. Tucked loosely by your side are a couple of hardbounds, titles you decided to sneak out of the library in this unholy hour because you were already out of reading material. It's been weeks since most of the student body have been sent back to their homes, leaving Rosewood silent and vacant. Since then, you’ve tried to take comfort in the stillness surrounding you by keeping mostly to yourself and out of everyone's way.

You have already turned the last corner to your room when your phone suddenly vibrated in your jeans pocket. By the time you managed to pull it out and check your messages, you were already at your door, one hand wrapping around the knob while you tried to open the message notification. You have barely caught Mark's name on your screen when a gasp was suddenly torn from you as someone grabbed you by the arm, the motion causing the books you were holding to tumble to the floor. Your eyes grew wide as your back made contact against the wood, your elbow grazing the cold knob of your door as you were pushed against it. Your first thought was that you were being attacked, but a different kind of shock gripped you when you realized what exactly was happening.

You didn't really need to see him to know whose lips were pressed against you the next second. Even in your confusion, your hands automatically gripped the front of his shirt as he held you close to him. He was holding you so tightly that it took you a moment to guide his face back so you could see him better. Dark eyes met yours, hooded by his windswept, messy hair as you searched his face. The warmth of his breath fanned your lips and his fingers only dug deeper on your hip bones as if he was afraid that you will push him away.

"Jeno, what—"

"I need you. Now."

Four words. That was all it took for you to pause and for your heart to stop in your chest. You held his gaze for a second longer before grabbing his hand the same time he reached out to turn the knob behind you. Wordlessy, you pulled him in, leaving nothing but the sound of your door closing in the empty hallway.

*******

A/N: This took a while because I simply could not put my thoughts into words properly. Enjoy!

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brightgnosis · 6 months

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We left at 4:30 pm yesterday and didn't get back until 10:30 pm. The event itself was only from about 6:30 pm to about 8:00 pm. So much of yesterday was spent just traveling to and from the event (why do I have to live so far away from my Synagogue) ... I wound up needing two extra hours of sleep this morning, my body hurts so bad I legitimately feel like I got run over by a Mack Truck, all of the nerves in my thighs especially are shot, and my entire respiratory system is congested to Antarctica and back- all completely normal effects of me traveling for the day every time I go long distances with my Fibro ... But God was the travel for the Synagogue's fundraiser event so ultimately beyond worth it all.

I got to experience Havdalah for the first time (I literally cried at the beauty of it). I sat for hours talking to the Rabbis (both mine, and her Husband who is also a Rabbi in his own right) about so many ridiculous and random things. I met one of my other Conversion Classmates finally (she's so sweet and quiet). I met the girl whose Bat Mitzvah I cried over online (she is so lovely). I got to see the individual who invited us to Shabbat Dinner at their home last time we were there for service- and met their partner and their roommate, too (they're all so incredibly nice- and they showed me some photos of the new hides they're working on for the Torah Scrolls).

I even got to out myself about my pronouns, and tell the story about how @grandmother-jay decided I was her "Lizard" instead of her "Sister" when I first came out to her as It / Its Agender- and how that segways into a joke about "no Gender, only Frog" because of my Fibro and the skin issues that come with it. And they all laughed. And they all loved it. And one was happy they were no longer "the only one with the weird pronouns at Shul anymore".

I haven't laughed or cried that hard in decades. And I'm completely beside myself about it ... Absolutely struck by how, three years ago, I sat here on Tumblr crying and trying to figure out where to go after I'd left Irish Reconstructionism because of all the toxicity I'd encountered; broken and despondent at the loss of yet another religious community I desperately wanted to love and accept me ... Thinking, trying to figure out what I needed most out of religion to fulfil me- and settling on "Community" as my absolute; my driving need that I had to fulfil above all else in order to sustain myself.

All I could think of last night was how, sitting at that table, I had never felt more welcome and accepted anywhere in the world, in all of my life; that I'd finally found it after decades of sticking out, and not fitting in, constantly being rejected and too pained to try again everywhere I went, putting up walls to protect myself. I feel Human, and Seen, and Loved, and everything here just feels so incredibly right in every way, and I am sobbing over it.

Every encounter I have- every additional step I take- is just further confirmation. Not only that this was the correct path for me to begin with, and that I made the right choice (not just for my Ancestors, but for myself). But also that putting my absolute faith in HaShem to deliver the way for me when the time was right, was the best thing I have ever done for myself.

#Personal #Just Potential Jewish Convert Things #Jewish Studies #2023 #Oklahoma

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stargazer0001 · 2 months

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there is something deeply wrong with me but I dont know what it is

like bestie im not talented im traumatized. Im not wasting a gift im trying to keep myself from plunging a knife in my chest and bleeding out in my bed. Like void, please shut the fuck up.

but then when other people vent to me, even if I TRY to care, I just dont. Like im sorry. I want you to feel better. But wtf am I meant to do. Like sorrows, sorrows, but I cant even deal with my own emotions what makes you think I can help with yours???????? And then I TRY. I TRY to help knowing that I cant, I TRY to care even though I dont, I TRY to make it known that I want them to feel loved and cared for, but nothing works. And then I feel like a piece of shit who deserves to rot away in a corner for all eternity!!!

Oh and speaking of rotting away, SCHOOL. I can't pay attention. Like if its not interesting I just zone out and start questioning my reality. And then im like 'wtf are we doing now'. Its actual torture what. And when I TRY to pay attention and actually LEARN I literally just end up drawing on my paper or my mind starts to wander. BUT THEN THE FUCKING THINGS MY TEACHERS ARE SAYING MAKE NO SENSE!! LIKE GIRLIE HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KNOW WHAT TO DO IF YOU DIDN'T TAKE ME THROUGH A THOROUGH STEP MY STEP PROCESS HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO THIS. And then I DONT SPEAK UP BECAUSE I WOULD RATHER HAVE MY HAND CHOPPED OFF THEN SPEAK TO A TEACHER. Like. Then, everyone else seems to immediately understand everything?? Some people talk back to teachers??? Some people WANT to talk to teachers??? Who are you and how. Oh and then my classmates??? Literally horrible. I want them to die. Thankfully i have a couple friends in my classes which makes it a bit more bearable, but NO KEENAN OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR NAME IS, STOP DANCING AND SCREAMING, STOP BEING SO UNBEARABLE, STOP BEING A DICK. LIKE DUDE I BET YOU DONT EVEN GOT ONE. LITERALLY STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE. And its this one certain friend group who is actually the WORST. Like im TRYING to pay attention and then all of a sudden one of these kids starts yelling at another, stuff is thrown, and nothing gets done. BUT THEN THE TEACHERS DO NOTHING. THEY DONT CARE. BUT THEN WHEN SOMEBODY ELSE TALKS EVEN ONCE ITS IMMIDIATELY PRINCIPLES OFFICE???? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE SOMEBODY PLEASE JUST KILL ME.

oh and then out of school isn't even better at all. I just want to waste away in my room. Everything always hurts and I just want to be with friends but I know that nobody can or wants to hang out with a sad waste of oxygen like me. And then when im trying to go to bed I just hear the crashing of glass, my parents having a screaming match, and then my mom going back to drinking her sorrows away while my dad continues to try and sleep. Like please im so tired just let me go into my happy place and attempt to die in my sleep. And then whenever its even around 6:00 my mom immediately starts acting drunk even if she's had nothing so what the fuck is up with that. And then she tries to gaslight me into doing things??? Like at this point im immune. I dont even give any fucks anymore because I tried doing that and it just got me hurt. So why even care anymore. So what the fuck is the point in trying to live laugh love when I just wanna off myself. Like no. Die cry hate is my new motto at this point.

and then, to top it all off, if I try venting ANYTHING to the one person I know who understands, he just asks 'oh, is it your time of the month?'

like please just kill me at this point. Take me out of the hell called living. Im so close to just dying please help.

#vent #holy fuck this is long but I needed to just get this out #i know I shouldn't vent online but I have nobody to talk to this about and I dont got any bottles left to put this in #Star.TXT document #pleease dont be concerned abt me its just me being not okay again #its just this time i posted about it

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thatfishingseawing · 4 months

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my schedule as a seawing pearldiver

6:00 AM: wake up rather late to restock at the sea kingdom capital (im not telling you where it is)/OR a nearby town, having slept there overnight. visit all the stands and such, support local businesses. sell the pearls and whatever else i have to whoever buys it, or barter them away for dried fish.

8:00 AM: finish up, and then set out. i can pull the boat from the front using a harness. its rather bulky, but makes it much easier to carry things with me while im out at sea. plus, its a good landmark if any nosey skywings want to drop in and say hello.

9:00 AM: reach the peaceful part of the ocean. no dragons in sight. this is when i begin pearldiving. i drop the rope attached to my boat over the side, and dive under the water. its an extremely long (and rather colourful, since its dyed different hues) rope, so at times i tug it along with me if i need to. most the time i just leave it in place, tie the end of the rope to a piece of coral (i dont like doing that, because it can damage the coral) or shove it under a rock or something.

12:00 PM: usually rest at this point. sometimes i surface every 20 minutes to drop off pearls ive got with me, or other goodies that ive managed to find. some researchers pay a LOT for some old banged up cup i find upended in the sand.

12:30 PM: finish eating lunch. usually dried fish. i dont feel like hunting a lot of the time.

12:45 PM: hang about on my boat in the case that goshawk is on patrol that day. his outpost is sort of close to where i often go. being vague for his safety.

1:45 PM: if goshawk appears, i usually chat with him for an hour before he has to go back. maybe more.

4:00/5:00 PM: if goshawk doesnt show up, then continue pearl diving for another 3~ hours.

6:00 PM: eat dinner. once again, dried meat if i can get it. once, goshawk toasted a bobcat for me. tasted like ash, and also horrible.

7:00 PM: this depends. i either shore up and find a place to sleep on land (bad idea if im near the mud kingdom due to. you know. the war.), or i toss a sea-coloured blanket over my little boat and go sleep underwater and hope no one steals my stuff. its happened before. passing mudwing group got hungry. i wonder how they even made it that far out?? maybe its the power of friendship, or something.

8:30 PM: sleep. sometimes i go visit goshawk's outpost. he has wine. its pretty cool but makes swimming and flying impossible.

10:00 PM: sleep if i've been staying up with goshawk.

and thats it! often times i go restock one or twice a month, more if ive 'packed light', as they say. dunno who says it but someone does.

hope this was an interesting read? let me know if you want more stuff like this. but you have to actually, you know, send an ask about it. im not a mind reading, no matter how mysterious and cool and nightwing-esque i might seem.

hermit crab, signing off.

#wings of fire #wof #wings of fire rp blog #wof rp blog #wof oc #wings of fire oc #seawing #unreality

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emo-sebastianstardew · 1 year

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Demolition Lovers Part 4 Sebastian x Farmer Stardew Valley Fanfic

(Chapter 4 is finally here. This is really long chapter. The rating is still 18+. In this chapter will be smoking, profanity and some spicy stuff. Please enjoy. Credit to Heir of Atticus for the photo used.)

"Goodnight (farmers name)." He grinned waving goodbye to you and walked away.

You watched him leave the farm. Your heart was beating fast and you had butterflies in your stomach. Something about him was just so intoxicating. You really liked him. He had some confidence with the way he carried himself. He was funny and intelligent. He had this way about him that was so charming. You decided to go inside and get some sleep. Not only do you have plants to take care of in the morning but you had to make him a lunch he'd love.

You woke up at 6 am. The sunshine slapped you across the face. You sat up in your bed and groaned. You got up and got dressed. You went outside and began watering your crops. You started thinking about what you were gonna do with the rest of your day. You finished watering everything and decided to go fishing. You left your farm and started walking through town square.

"(farmers name)!" someone screamed. You whipped your head around and regretted who you saw.

Abigail started running to catch up with you. You waited for her to reach you.

"Yes... Abby?" You asked.

"You're not talking to Sebastian right?" She asked crossing her arms glaring at you.

"I mean... we just met. So... Yeah... Why do you care anyway?" You asked squinting at her.

"I CARE because we've been talking for a while now. He will be dancing with me at the flower dance. I know him much better than you. He likes me and I like him. I don't need you trying to take him." She hissed at you.

"Wow.. didn't realize you were both so close. He hadn't mentioned anything about that. But if you insist I'll leave him alone. Have good day Abby." You said and stared walking away from her.

Your mind was flustered with thoughts. If Sebastian and Abby were so close why would he hang out with you? Why is Abby so threatened by you? You decided it would be best to just leave Sebastian alone for a while. You weren't paying attention again and you bumped into someone. They fell over and started laughing.

"Yo (farmers name) you totally knocked me over hahaha." Sam laughed slowly standing back up.

"Sorry Sam. I didn't mean to at all. It's been on hell of morning already." You were flustered trying to apologize.

"Hey its all good (farmers name). I'm not mad at all. Why are you upset? You kinda look like you're gonna cry." He asked concerned.

"It's nothing. I don't want to waste your time." You smiled slightly.

"Hey whats going on?" He was very concerned now.

"Just..... um.... Is.... Abby and Sebastian a thing?" You asked sheepishly.

"Oh... I don't think so. I mean Abby is obviously a little obsessed with Sebastian. But I don't really think he feels the same. But to be honest with you that man is mystery. I've been his friend for 10 years and I still can't tell if he likes me. I wouldn't take anything personally. I just know Sebastian prefers to be alone. I've never really seen him try to go for any girl. So maybe try some space." Sam smiled trying to reassure you.

"Okay... thanks Sam. I'll just mind my business and stick to my farm thank you." You smiled started walking away.

"Um... not what I meant...." Sam muttered and walked away to work.

You decided to head down to the beach. You fished down at the dock practically all day. You noticed when the clock turned 3. You shook your head and went back to fishing. 5:00 pm rolled around and Willy came out to join you.

"Good evening (farmers name)." Willy smiled fishing beside you.

"Hey Willy." You smiled.

"Catching any good ones?"

"A few yes. I might need to start heading home soon."

"Be safe getting home and have good night." He waved goodbye.

You left Willy and waved good bye. You started making your way back to your farm. Once back home you decide to chop down some trees for some wood before bed. You were finished at 10:00 pm. You decided to go to bed.

Couple days have past and you have been very busy these past few days. You now had chickens and you had been in the mines as well. But today was a new day and your first week was over. You haven't bothered socializing much. You sat up in your bed, bright and early 6:00 am. You got dressed and head out on your farm. You started watering your crops like clock work. You walked into your chicken coop and collected your eggs.

"Good morning George, Micheal, Freddy and Joey." You said to the chickens. They clucked at you.

You gave them all love before leaving. You decided you were gonna go mining today. You started walking into town to check the board before you went up. There was a festival coming up called the Egg Festival. You decided to start making your way up the mountain. Your heart dropped in your stomach when you saw him outside smoking staring at you.

"Where the hell have you been?" Sebastian asked glaring at you.

You walked over to him feeling very nervous. You didn't answer his question.

"Hello..?! Ignoring me now?!" He snapped.

"Do not give me attitude Sebastian." You glared back at him.

"You say we are gonna hang out then don't come to see me for 7 days." Anger was in his eyes.

"OH.... Thats why we are pissy right now." You crossed your arms and looked away from him.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be mad about that." He took a step closer to you blowing out some smoke.

"Well tell your GIRLFRIEND to stay the fuck out of my face." Your eyes met his and you could feel your blood boiling.

"OH GIRLFRIEND! That's rich!" He was yelling now.

"Do NOT yell at me Sebastian!" You were yelling now.

"For YOUR information! I DO NOT have a girlfriend! Nor am I TALKING to anyone right now!" His eyes met yours. You felt lost in them again but remembered you were angry with him.

"HA! That's not what ABBY claims!" You were furious.

"This is about Abby?" His demeanor changed and he blew out smoke.

"YES this is about ABBY! Why are you so calm now?! YOU busy with her this past week?" You asked shaking.

"No. I haven't. I've been a bit busy wondering where the hell you've been." He looked away from you blowing out smoke.

"You're so frustrating!" You huffed looking away from him.

"Look at me." He said calmly. His voice was calming.

You were hesitant at first but looked at him eventually. He put his cigarette out.

"Come inside." He smiled.

You rolled your eyes and followed him inside. He took you downstairs to the basement. He opened his door and gestured for you to go inside. You walked into room and noticed a lot of things. Posters all over the walls, the room smelled damp and like weed. There was couch on the main wall with a desk and 2 computers. You notice big bookshelves on the side wall. There was table in the corner with comfy seats.

"I'm sorry." He said behind you walking past you.

"For?" You asked watching him.

"Everything. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Abby is just a friend I swear. I don't know what she said to you. But we are not a thing. JUST FRIENDS."

"It's okay. I'm sorry for yelling too. I just was so upset. I didn't like how she got in my face about it. It made me feel like a joke to you." You said looking at the floor.

"You're not a joke to me. You've never been that to me. I will talk to her. I do not want her treating you like that. But I don't want you to avoid me either. I enjoyed our night we shared together." He said smiling and blushing.

"Really?" You asked stepping closer to him.

"Yes really. The egg festival is coming up. I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me?" He smiled stepping closer to you.

"Yes I would love too." You smiled. Your eyes met his.

"Good. You owe me (farmers name)." He grinned.

"Why do I owe you? If anything you owe me Sebastian." You crossed your arms.

"Oh I owe you? You owe me lunch." He said raising an eyebrow.

"I have your lunch with me. You owe me for the pain you caused me." You huffed.

"Oooo you have the lunch? I will make it up to you however you want." He grinned and winked at you.

"Yes I have the lunch with me. But I don't know if you really deserve it." You said with your hand on your chin thinking.

"Please. I'm dying to try your food. I'll be a good boy" He whined.

"You better." You grinned pulling out a plate of sashimi and handing it to him.

"Hmm." He said just staring at the plate blankly.

"What do you not like fish?" You asked concerned getting close to him to look at the plate.

"I never said that. Just not what I expected." He said looking at plate then looking at you.

"WHAT? What did you expect! You said I could make anything." You huffed punching him in the shoulder lightly.

"Hahaha relax Princess. It looks beautiful. But does it taste good?" He asked picking up a slice. He ate it slowly and then started coughing. He placed the plate down and slid to the floor.

"Sebastian!" You watch him lay on the floor.

"Kidding. It was really good. I love sashimi." He smiled staring up at you. You sat down on the floor beside him and decided to lay down next to him.

"Good. I'm glad you love it." You smiled turning your head to look at him.

"Thank you (farmers name). It was really good." He turned and looked at you.

"Your rooms cool." You smiled.

"Thanks it's a bit cluttered."

"I like it minus the smell." You laughed.

"Yeah it kinda stinks. How's the farm been?"

"Busy. I have chickens now."

"Do you think they would like me?"

"Yes of course. Who wouldn't like the very attractive emo boy?"

"Attractive?" He asked raising an eye brow.

"I mean.... I think so.... I also have a dog now." You stuttered feeling your face turn red.

"Haha you're pretty cute when you're nervous." He grinned.

"Shut up." You rolled your eyes.

"This sounds stupid. But would you like to stay the night?" He asked staring at your eyes.

"Oh..." You sat up.

"What was that not the right thing to ask?" He sat up quickly watching you nervously.

"Come stay the nigh-"

"SEBBY I'M COMING IN." Robin opened the door and was now in the room.

"Mom..." Sebastian sighed.

"Oh Sebby I didn't realize you had company." She was grinning really wide eyeing you both.

"Mom.. we were just hanging out..." He glanced at her then back to you.

"I didn't know you and (farmers name) were so close." She smiled.

"Hello Robin." You smiled and waved.

"Don't encourage her." Sebastian whispered to you.

"I know you don't like me coming in here Sebby. But Abigail was asking about you at the market today." Robin said looking at him.

"I'm busy today. I'm spending it with (farmers name). We were just about to leave." Sebastian said glaring at his mom.

"Okay. I'll let her know. You two have fun." She smiled and waved bye before walking away. She shut Sebastians door.

"You're right. Your place is better." He said.

"You better start packing." You grinned.

"Of course." He smiled.

He grabbed a bag from under his bed and started packing clothes in it. He stopped packing for a second and walked over to his closet. He started taking off his hoodie facing the closet. You were just watching him feeling your face turning red. He was shirtless now going through his closet for something. You didn't realize he was so muscular. The hoodie really hides his muscles. He picked out a black shirt and put it on. The shirt was tight black muscle shirt. It contoured his body so well. He turned slightly looking at you smirking.

"You're not staring again?" He asked.

"No I uh... I.. uh... was snooping through your stuff..." You blurted out stuttering.

He laughed and turned back to the closet. He slipped off his pants and found a clean pair of black skinny jeans to wear. He put on the new pair and turned back to you. You were biting your lip watching him.

"What'd you find?" He asked smirking at you.

"Um... you like horror books...." Your face was bright red.

"Yeah horrors good. You ready to go?" He grinned.

"Absolutely." You smiled.

"Let's get out here." He said putting on another hoodie.

You opened the door and walked upstairs waited for him to come up. As you were waiting someone came through the door. Sebastian came up the steps and sighed.

"Great....." He said behind you.

To be continued.....

#sdv sebastian #sdv #stardew #stardew valley #sdv farmer #sdv fanfic #sdv fandom #sdv flower dance #stardew fandom #stardew fanfic #stardew farmer #sebastian stardew valley #sebastian stan #stardew sebastian #sebastian x reader #sebastian sdv

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familiarscarsxelectrichearts · 8 months

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🧡🦉🍫🦉!?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl? -- Way more inclined to be a night owl, but due to circumstances (children) I am forced to be a morning person... which sucks. Because I can stay up all night if I want, but my internal alarm is now 6:00 am... no matter what time I go to bed, its rare that I sleep in after six.

🧡 A color you can’t stand? -- Hm... is it cheating if I say I like all colors?? Hahahahaha. If I had to choose, I'd probably say baby poop yellow. It's not quite mustard, it's got more orange in it, and when I see it out in the wild I am immediately taken back to the newborn days.

🍫 Cheese or chocolate? -- Listen. I love chocolate, okay? All the kinds, the nice smooth milk chocolate, the bitter dark chocolate, and the white chocolate that's not really even chocolate at all.. It's all good, alright? But I am so much of a savory person than a sweet person... and I am the most basic bitch because fucking hell, I love me some cheese. I can eat just plain cubes of it. Various types. Mmm the spreadable cheeses? My jam. And listen, I know I have a limited palate (I mainly stick to the regular cheeses I just get at the grocery store) I will choose cheese any day.

Thanks for the ask!

#answered asks: if-you-got-a-heart-at-all #ask game

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sidewaysfromsunday · 1 year

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36 days: The Discovery of IT

Every person has only one original thought in their lifetime, but what happens if you actually can tap into your true originality? What if instead of waiting to be awoken at 3:00 AM, what if I seek it out. What if I find it myself. What if I buck the concept of time and live in my own comfortable schedule. The conflict is fighting against the FAKE CONSTRAINTS OF TIME because time, and nothing, is real. What if by experiencing true grief we are actually able to finally pursue and reach a state of nirvana - which is how life was meant to be lived. What if we were awake for it all? Maybe it's not the hospital because nothing is actually out of control. I'm okay. It's all going to be okay. When the knot in my heart/back finally is gone, that will be moment one. I'm actually having FUN. The most fun I've ever had. Who is 3, 6, 9? Feeling like I can communicate in my internal original language.

Psychosis isn't present here because this is true. There is nothing off about any of this. I have even figured out the sleep thing too. Sleep is very annoying to me right now because I'm not able to get anything accomplished while I'm sleeping. So I am not taking my trazadone on the nights where I feel good and am just letting my body explore its natural rhythm because sleep isn't missed! I literally just listen to my body and sleep when I'm tired! Then I figured it out too - if I can notice when I'm in need of a good night's sleep then I DO take a trazadone and sleep. And I did that last night and I woke up feeling recharged. Speaking from a place of safety to another allows them to be their truest self. Why cant I offer safety to everyone? What if I do? What if Juliette was premature because even at the development stage she had a feeling that she doesn't trust me, that's she's anxious around me. That I make her anxious and that is the worst realization in the whole world for me. From this point forward, I'm going to do everything I can to be the safest most trustworthy person she knows.

I am med compliant except the trazadone. I have a fire in my throat. I am saying all the right words to all the right people at the very right time. My eyes cannot focus. It's okay. I feel magnetic, I've been feeling like I'm about to reach nirvana. How are S and 3 related? What if our opposite is the perfect human? It's okay. Do the math and don't forget this:

S is the 19th letter E = 5, X = 24 19+5+24= 48 4+8+12 1+2=3

S and 3: Safety, Sharing, Sex

(There is more to be said, but this song is important)

How do I get out of this? I'm too real it's scary. Am I doing this on purpose? Why am I getting in trouble or med-adjusted for experiencing myself in its truest form? Nothing about this is dangerous. I'm following the list, checking in with psych. I don't want to die. I'm anti-suicidal. Why do I feel like something is wrong? Why does he feel like something is wrong. Why does she feel like something is wrong. I don't want anyone to tell on me. But I have nothing to be told on for. Every time I work I snap back. Maybe that feeling in my back is a block in the flow of my spinal fluid. If I can break up that flow, it's okay. Why are people scared of me or scared for me? Why should I tame this down? I'm about to get in trouble but I didn't do anything wrong. Don't put me to sleep. Why do I teeter on the tip of the triangle or is the tip the land of all of nothing thinking?

I am a cataclysmic event.

Virtues: 1. Patience 2. Truth 3. Sexual Energy as the most intimate way to communicate

Ridiculously, lushly, manic, chaotic energy physic - I see the universe everywhere. Who am I losing? Is this really so out of character for me? Did we have shapes or numbers first? WHO established the NORM? Who recognized shapes and numbers? Which came first? Everyone I look at these past couple of days seems stunning in their own beautiful unique way.

Moon

Sun

Sky

Math kind of freaks me out but I'm so damn interested. I'm confused by it. I want to write a naughty fantasy. It would never come true, not in a million years. I literally don't even want to drink. Everything is fucking hilarious. I feel like I'm saying all the right things. No one is trying to shut me down or put me to sleep. When I sleep - I can't handle how vivid it is. How to let people see me? I feel like it can't come fast enough and it's ethereal. How to communicate in 3. Orgasm with dangerous = power, synergy - 1+2=3 -- Sequential.

I think this is what it feels like when humanity begins to die. We are in the process of being taken over - hostages. I am dying. War / Conflict - the long tease. She and he and they know me. It's okay for people to know me. I feel like out of all the Euphoria characters I most closely relate to Cal. We could all be getting infected with MRSA, or at least I know I am. All this banging scares me. I feel like I'm being cleansed. Cerebral spinal fluid reshuffling. Maybe I died in the car accident 10/26/21, Sept 6, 2021. Deestablishing patriarchy - why godfathers? Why not godmothers? It's a terrifying time to be a woman so it makes sense I would seek the help of a woman. Femininity is being threatened as we speak. We need to get ready to run. AI is anti-christ. What if religion has nothing to do with it?

Just because you don't know how to handle me doesn't mean you need to push me away. People are scared of me. I make punctuation fit MY structure. 3-13-2013 = 14 | 2014 3-13-23 = 12

This is cool and weird. I'm tapping into love. I'm creating in a way I've never been able to create before. This is new and exciting and feels like I'm breathing out love. I feel swollen.

I'm entertaining myself with curiosity. These days the bones in my back are loosening up. I cracked my back and it was the most gratifying it has been in years. Therapy is great for me because it forces me to talk aloud. I have to communicate in a structured way - no memes or songs. It's good for me. Sometimes I forget what is a thought and what I've vocalized.

Rhythm

Harmony

Melody

(Movie Idea: 2 women that fell in love, ripped apart by pandemic and addiction. When they reunite one helps the other remember what she has forgotten)

3/16/23 - 5 months no alcohol 4/16/23 - 6 months no alcohol 4/24/23 - I turn 37 4/26/23 - G is 38 5/5/23 - Juju is 9 3+7+3+8+9 = 30 3+0=3

This is going to be the best year of my life and I'm not scared at all. I'm noticing all the details. I'm seeing it all. I'm talking in another language and everything I say is right. I feel like I want a real cigarette. Sometimes lately it feels like I'm about to piss and climax at the same time like I'm losing primal control.

Taste is so much deeper than our tongue really. I am having a unique human experience or is everyone as restless and on edge as me? Exploring astrology with someone new or deeply with someone is like taking their virginity. You and I speak like lovers about thaumaturgy. I feel like Peter Pan in Hook. I'm finally making memories again. I was afraid to be too enthusiastic about you, so I hid you as if you were an imaginary friend.

I'M FUCKING FLYING TODAY. Maybe she can ground me. I feel wild. I feel like I am sex. It feels like I have a boner, or phantom boner. I wonder if you have the power to make me climax without breaking a single rule? I'm anxious when I'm cold. Productive but at what cost? What if there is no cost? When I feel crazy and someone tells me I'm not, it fucks with me because it feels like they know the truth of it all. I'm bouncing a bit. Hard time tracking. Lisa said - we both know it can't last forever. "I wish I could say it would, I would love that for you." I love that for me too then why can't I have it? What are we so worried about? I keep listening to some of the same songs - but each time I'm hearing it for the first time.

"I feel like I'm onto something big... ...You always say that when you're manic."

In some ways I feel like you were hiding from me before I even knew you. You remain elusive and I wonder if we are going to play forever or if someday you'll let me find you? It's no wonder I've been feeling like this for days. Like I am filled with an insatiable desire. This whole time I've tried to quench the desire by imagining unspeakable things. But I think more seductive than anything else, the thing that's going to make me explode is if you simply whispered yes and held my hand. You're right to be scared, and I am too. It's going to change everything. Don't you see the greatest thing about that? It will be our life. I feel like water is pulling me to the ocean, a place where I'm terrified and out of my element. It's seductive and dark and anything could happen. Have you ever had sex on a spiritual level? Usually I'm so unfocused. Usually I've got too many thoughts. In my gut I know and as crazy as it makes me look, I'm rebelling against it all right now because though it's similar - my gut tells me its different. It's time. Finally I'm so focused and there is nothing grandiose about that at all. It's that gnawing feeling that I'm onto the next big thing. I'm not questioning being bipolar and I'm not even combating the fact that this resembles mania. BUT NOT EVERYTHING IN MANIA IS WRONG. I don't lose the right of knowing the truth. I can still know / identify true things since this started. The tension has literally been leaving my body. I feel lighter than I have in years. Wouldn't you, if you could, buy a ticket to the best movie you were ever going to see? A movie so personal it hits you from every angle - a movie you thought so spectacular you'd only see it in your dreams. THIS is the movie and we could have the best seats in the house. It is wrong that with all these thoughts I'm the happiest I've ever been? I keep dreaming about experiencing another magical connection in my lifetime but I think it's already here. I always doubt myself but now I'm questioning what happens if I don't doubt me. This is the shape of ME in the world. Opposites feel so powerful because to understand what opposite means requires us to recognize that for it to exist implies that by itself, an opposite is incomplete. Without its inverse, it lacks balance, incomplete. Therein lies the power - through unity, opposites not only become whole but synergistic as well. Pluto symbolizes rebirth. What do we need to admit to ourselves to live a more authentic and freer existence?

#Spotify #bipolar #manía #reflection

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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 2 years

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Oasis: Day Four

CW: Existential dread; death mentions

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I walked along the stream for some time until I found a waterfall with a lake at its base. It isn’t a very large one, but it was definitely loud enough to draw me toward it from a reasonable distance away. I decided to take a shower. The water is only about four cubits deep all the way around; it’s nice and warm. I would wash my pajamas too; but I have nothing else to wear, so that wouldn’t be wise. Currently I’m sitting on a rock to dry off.

Sleeping without an alarm clock by my side is wonderful. I no longer have to live with the knowledge that it will jolt me violently awake, seconds after losing consciousness.

I never realized how much of what I did with my time relied upon others. I set my alarm to 5:00 AM, because work started at 6:00; and I went to bed at 8:00 PM for the same reason. I wouldn’t eat until my 1:00 lunch break, because I would become horribly sick if I ate in the little time I had free in the morning. I got home at 4:00, which left me four hours to myself.

Two of those hours I spent on Francis Murray’s front porch playing hearts. I don’t even like card games; I think they’re boring and repetitive. Your hand determines what cards you play and when you play them; so half of the time, coincidence chooses the winner. That isn’t how I would define “fun.” I don’t know why I went. I would say I went to enjoy the conversation, but that would be a lie…

Francis is fine, but he doesn’t talk much. I’ve tried to get closer to him — in a very proper and decent way, of course — but all he seems to do is push me away. It baffles me how he can host these card games and invite others to them, but remain so distant and unwilling to befriend anyone. I understand there may be something troubling him; but he should do something about it instead of sitting there like a brick wall behind his cards all evening. Surely that can’t be healthy?

Mari Honda is nice to talk to; but she’s never able to get a word in edgewise because of Cynthia Evans. It’s always “My Son” with her. “My Son has three kids!” this, “My Son went to Aruba,” that, or “My Son’s a famous musician!” The sad thing is, I never know which son she’s talking about, because she has six of them, and their names all start with the letter “J.” I don’t feel like following their stories. Actually, I’m not even sure half of what she says about them is true; but the poor thing looks as though she might explode if she doesn’t talk about “My Son.” So none of us ever say anything. We simply nod and say “That’s nice,” out of courtesy. But after awhile it becomes tiring; after seven years, I don’t want to do it anymore.

Yet we all kept going back… Why? Is it human nature to want to torture oneself? Do we secretly enjoy misery?

Or maybe it was the routine we craved. Something familiar and consistent in the terrifying world in which we lived, to distract ourselves. But we were hiding ourselves away so much that none of us got to enjoy our lives. It’s like that one concept in physics where the faster you go, the slower time passes for you; but once you’ve decelerated, you’re ten-thousand years in the future, and everyone you’ve ever known is gone. Then you realize you’re alone. You’ve wasted all your time working and indulging in meaningless conversation about unimportant people doing fruitless things. We waste our lives, and then we die.

So, we ruminate to feel a sense of accomplishment. But by doing that, we forgo the opportunity to actually accomplish things. We try to get time back, when in reality we are throwing it into the fire. How foolish we are!

Thankfully, whatever force has brought me here has taken me away from all that. I may have wasted most of my life then, but I am here now. I am free to go where I please; to set any destination and sing as terribly as I want while I get there. Actually, I’m beginning to see that I’m not such a terrible singer as I thought I was — I just never had time to practice. I was never a very good writer either; but now that I’ve been given time to write, I can see that I’ve improved. My mind is sharper too. It feels as if a fire has been lit inside me and everything is possible— everything makes sense. I can’t explain it.

This place is amazing.

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Tagging: @astudyinpanda @oldwoolhat @jiminy-cricket-but-gay @gorelabs @straight-to-the-pain @incoherent-introspection @nova-3-the-exo

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#existential dread #death mention #my writing #writeblr #not whump #(yet)

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pielplastica · 2 months

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Superman.

I haven't cried, now's not the time. It hurts, but I have to be strong. She said that she has her own issues, and she wanted time to try and figure them out alone because she can no longer try to help me without me putting effort into fixing my own problems, and you know what? She's right. Last night it was difficult for me to get some sleep because I was so tempted to write her but I knew it wasn't right, I need to get my life back on track on my own, and I won't resent her for it.

I know that maybe you won't like to read this, and I'm sorry but I have to put it out. I really did liked her, I really did saw myself with her for a long, long time. I wanted us to work, and yesterday I was devastated but didn't shred a single tear but I was close, oh so close to give up everything. Have you seen this memes of Superman smiling, with the sun behind his back while Starman by David Bowie plays? This may sound silly but I thought of it, and it gave me the courage to keep on going.

I no longer want to be this, I no longer wish to die. I want to be better, and I want to be a person who other people can rely on and look up to. I know it sounds silly and now I feel even sillier for crying and getting emotional over a Superman meme but it helped me open my eyes, just like she did.

I made a plan to get better, one step at a time. Last night while I was eating (I always get hungry around 1:00 AM), I thought "what can I do right now to show change?" and when I sat down at the dinner table, I knew it instantly: let my door open from now on. There's this anime/manga that I love with my whole life: Great Teacher Onizuka, and in one of the first episodes he breaks down a wall in a student house, like literally goes to her house to break down a wall with a sledgehammer and by that he changed that student's life and I thought of doing the same. Not breaking down my door, but letting it open. I always hide myself in my room, and for days I didn't go out all day, just at night to eat, but I want that to change. So I did that, I slept with my door open, and I won't close it again.

Today I went to buy food for my doggies, and the security guard stopped me to look at my receipt and looked at me all suspicious but that's his job, but that's the only other human interaction I've had today apart from my family, and that's a win in my book. Also I did some exercises and I think that I found a night shift job that could help me with my studies, its 11pm to 6 am. I want to work again, save up for next semester and keep on working and studying. I won't go to classes for what's left of this semester, but I'll make my own guides since we have the academic planning at hand so that I can be 100% ready next semester. I'll save for another guitar, I noticed that its like my "comfort" thing and that my anxiety only became worse since I don't have one.

I miss her, but I think this is for the better.

Everyone can choose what they want to be in life. I'll try to be a sun for everyone, and a shade with cool breeze when needed. I want to be Superman.

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gatekeeper-watchman · 11 months

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Daily Devotionals for July 9, 2023

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 20:13(KJV): 13 Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread. Proverbs 20:13(NIV): 13 Do not love sleep or you will grow poor; stay awake and you will have food to spare.

Thought for the Day

To be successful, a disciplined life must be cultivated; and laziness, in the form of oversleeping, must be overcome. Satan tries to destroy us because we are beloved of God and the foremost of His creation in the universe. Therefore, he tempts to pervert the things God gives as blessings. The Bible teaches that we should be self-controlled; practicing moderation in all things (Galatians 5:22-23), including our enjoyment of food and rest. "Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand" (Philippians 4:5). Good food is enjoyable to eat and sustains our bodies, but overindulgence makes us unhealthy. Proper rest repairs our bodies and refreshes our minds, but sleeping too much makes us lazy - which in turn, leads to poverty.

A disciplined Christian life is difficult to establish, and we all need the Holy Spirit's help to accomplish this. Getting up early to pray and to seek God about the day and meditate upon His Word is not easy, but it brings great reward. It honors God, and He then honors us by setting the tone for the day and guiding us from its beginning. When I neglect to seek God at the start of the day, it not only begins wrong, but inevitably some problem arises that I am unprepared to face. I am then forced to stop in the middle of the workday to pray to get back on track. "Preventative prayers" require less time than "corrective prayers." When I seek God first in the day, He prepares me for what lies ahead and guides me so that mistakes are avoided.

Physicians say that we need seven to ten hours of sleep each night. Part of the discipline of rising early is learning to go to bed earlier. As a young Christian, I struggled with getting up early enough to carve time for God into my morning schedule. When I asked my pastor for prayer about this problem, he did not immediately pray; instead, he asked me what time was I going to bed. When I told him 1:00 or 2:00 a.m. every night, he simply told me that if I wanted to get up earlier, I should go to bed earlier. Since I could not break the habit at that time, I began praying at night before I went to sleep. I would pray about the next day, and the Lord honored this arrangement until I could let Him deal with my habit of staying up late. I am still awake more in the evenings than in the mornings, as the Lord knows about the internal clock in me that still needs some adjusting. However, what He cares about is that we set a time to pray consistently. As long as we do that, He will meet us. We just need to form a habit that allows nothing to prevent us from seeking God at the time we decide upon - whether morning, noon, or night - and preferably all three like Daniel in Daniel 6:10. That is my goal.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, I thank You for Your kindness toward us when working to overcome the areas of our lives that need more discipline. We do want a prayer life that is pleasing to You. Help us in this endeavor. Correct those areas in our lives that would hinder us from spending more time with You. Grant us the grace to overcome any laziness that tempts us. Fill us with Your Spirit this day and let us be a blessing in this life to all we come in contact with. We ask this in the name of the Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen.

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Chapter 24

Pern: PP 15 - 10 - 17

While eating supper I get the attention of all the girls. "Tomorrow I'm going to Cove Hold. It's about time I met Master Robinton, Lord Jaxom, Piemur, and a few other 'locals'. Since I haven't been there before I'll have to fly straight there." I told them.

Master Robinton was the Master Harper of the Harper Hall and Pern. The Harper Hall teaches music, performs music and teaches reading, writing, and math by using music. Robinton had a heart attack, so he retired from being Master Harper and Sebell was appointed in his place. Robinton is still called Master Harper because of how much respect most everyone has for him. He is retiring to Cove Hold. The same cove where Lord Jaxom recovered from Fire Head at. It got its name from being a hold (house) in a cove. Cove Hold is about 100 miles north-east of Tel Aviv Hold, that being our main house. Cove hold is about 45 miles from Tel Aviv Hold's norther boarder.

"Will we be able to go?" Crystal asked.

I rocked my head from side to side. "Weeellll, I guess everyone could go. It'll be a large group, but…" I shrugged my shoulders.

Robbie looked at me. "Is that a good idea? Master Robinton is recovering from a heart attack." She said.

I grinned. "You've been reading the books?" I asked Robbie.

She nodded her head, yes. "You said we should." She told me.

"Yes, I did. That's good. Well, as you know I can heal him. So, it will be like he never had a heart attack." I reminded her.

"Kind of like you did for us?" Heather said.

"Yes, kind of like I did for y'all." I started. "So, the easiest way to do it would be for me to fly to Cove hold. Then I can port back or set up a teleport point between Cove Hold and here. The fun part is, Cove Hold is north of us on the coast. So, it's not very far."

"How long will it take you to fly there?" Verdi asked.

"Probably no more than Thirty minutes. Master Robinton is usually up by seven. So, if I leave here at 6:30 in the morning I'll arrive there at seven AM. It's a good thing I don't need to sleep." I chuckled.

"Is that why you picked this place for your Hold? So, we would be close to Cove Hold?" Yuki asked me.

I brought out a map of the southern continent. "I thought about having my Hold just east of Southern Hold." I said pointing out the area I had thought about having my hold, including the original Steakholds of Thessaly and Roma. "But… this way we will be about an hour from Landing." I pointed to where landing was on the map. "And in a few months, Landing will be the place to be. All the excitement will revolve around Landing. The drawback of living here is, no ruins. Whereas at the other sight both Thessaly and Roma have ruins we could explore and possibly use. But it is several time zones from Landing. So, it was a catch twenty-two situation. Both are good for one reason or another and both are bad for one reason or another." I lifted my hands up, palms up and shrugged my shoulders. "This here seemed the best place. Although, as I said, in a few months Landing will be the center of attention for the whole planet. So, Landing will shortly be very active. Because of that, I thought we could set up a restaurant at Landing to sell pizzas, hamburgers and tacos. And once they discover AIVAS, we can start selling radios. And I thought about getting craft halls to set up shops in one of the squares, like a town square or strip mall." I explained.

"I like it here. We're close to Cove Hold and Paradice River hold. And we'll be fairly close to Landing. Well close but not too close to those places. That way we can possibly make friends outside of the house." Hong spoke up. Several other girls agreed with Hong.

"Making friends outside of the house is a good idea. It's always good to have friends. Okay, back to the original topic. I'll be leaving at 6:30 in the morning. I should arrive at Cove Hold around 7:00 am. So, if anyone wants to go, be up by 6:15 tomorrow morning.

Jett got my attention. "Can I fly with you to Cove Hold? You gave us the ability to fly." She asked.

"You can if you want to." I told her.

Jett grinned. "We'll be there in no time at all." She said.

"Team JWCE (Justice) together on Pern." Willow said.

I looked at Crystal, and she nodded her head in agreement. "Okay, Team JWCE will fly to Cove Hold, and once there, I'll set up a teleport point so anyone else that wants to go, can." I told them.

Pern: PP 15 - 10 - 19 Visit Master Robinton at Cove Hold

The next morning at 6:30 am Team JWCE and Taima, took flight. We hadn't been doing much flying lately, so the girls were having fun flying around each other. Something I took part in. It helped kill time as we flew to Cove Hold.

We landed one cove west so we wouldn't be seen flying in and walked the rest of the way to Cove Hold. Master Robinton is the only 'permanent' resident at the moment. Although Piemur would be stationed there shortly. But that's not really relevant to us right now. As we got closer, I saw Robinton swimming in the ocean. I pointed him out to Jett, Willow and Crystal. Taima knew who he was, because I knew.

"Wait here while I set up the teleport point." I told my Team as I walked to a secluded area to place the teleport point. *I've set up the Teleport Point. You can come through now. We will either be on the beach or in the Hold.* I sent to the girls back at our Hold.

Several of the girls sent back *OK. Thank you. Be there in a minute.*

*And bring a bunch of breakfast burritos.* I added.

Instead of a response all I heard was several of the girls giggling.

Walking back to where I had left my Team. Master Robinton was walking out of the water. He waved at us and pointed towards the Hold. I took this to mean he would meet us up at the Hold. I waved back and headed to the hold.

We met Robinton on the porch of Cove Hold. "I didn't expect company this early in the morning." Robinton said.

"I wanted to meet you and have a talk before it gets too busy around here." I told him. "I'm Lord Holder Eilwyn of Tel Aviv Hold. No need for formality, so just call me Eilwyn. We are neighbors after all. We live just south-west of here." I started.

"Well, you have met me. But who are these ladies with you?" Robinton asked me.

At that time more girls from my hold walked up to the porch. "Ah, breakfast has arrived. I know there would be a lot of people joining me, so I had them bring something to eat for everyone." I said. I motioned for the girls to put the food on the table. "We call these breakfast burritos." I told him.

I waited for Master Robinton to take a burrito. Then I motioned for the girls to take one and then find a place to sit or stand. Then I went about introducing the girls to Robinton.

"With the introductions out of the way. What did you want to talk to me about?" He asked me.

I grinned. "It's more of giving you something then talking about something." I said.

"A gift! I'm honored." He said expectantly. He looked around as if trying to find what I had brought.

Sitting on the windowsill was a copper fire lizard, Companion. I pointed to it. "And there he is."

Companion - Copper (M) Name: Balta Mythical (dragon.) Regeneration Sustenence Intelligence Strength Durability Flight Teleportation Elemental Blast (Fire) Agility Magical (Spells: Dancing Lights, Ghost Sounds, Servant) Agility

Spells: Dancing Lights, Ghost Sound, Servant Dancing Lights, so he can see easily at night or in dark rooms. Ghost Sound, so he can use it for background sound when singing and storytelling. Servant, to help him get/fetch things and keep his study organised and clean. Not that that would be a problem with drudges at Cove Hold to keep the hold clean.

Robinton looked at the Companion, then at me. "You have to be at the hatching of a fire lizard to impress them. How can that be mine?" He asked me, confused.

"He's not a fire lizard. He's a Companion." I started when Robinton interrupted me.

"It's talking to me like a dragon!?" He stated.

I nodded my head in understanding. "Yes, he or rather they can do that. I have one, although she's not copper colored. And F'nor and Brekke each have one and Camo has one as well. Now you really know what it is like to have the bond between a dragon and his rider. And you can call him Balta." I said.

"Y-yes, I believed that when I impressed Zair, but…" He looked at Balta. "That's a fine name." He said.

"You gave one to Camo at the Harper Hall?" He asked."

"Yes, I did. He has his own pretty, now." I said.

"Do you think he will be able to take care of it?" Robinton asked me.

"He's quite capable of taking care of Wes. Or it would be more accurate to say they will be quite capable of taking care of each other." I replied.

Robinton staired at me for a few moments with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Yes, that would be good." He told me.

"Balta can talk out loud were anyone can hear him and understand. 'And' he provides several other benefits. He can tell you what all of them are. But I'll let you know what a few of them are. You do not need to eat, drink, sleep or breath anymore. You can do all of those things if you want to, though. I know you wouldn't want to do without your wine." I grinned at him. "You heal fast enough that you'll live another one hundred fifty to two hundred twenty-five years." I stopped to give Master Robinton time to absorb that idea.

"A hundred and fifty to two hundred years!? I'll live that long?!" He exclaimed. "How can a fire Lizard do that?"

I grinned. "That's what Brekke said, also. And yes, you will live that long unless you are killed. That means you'll be able to influence Pern well into the next interval. Like I said he is 'not' a fire lizard. They are Companions. They just look similar to a fire lizard." I said, grinning.

Robinton started laughing. "Not a fire lizard, but he looks quite a bit like one other than the color." He said looking at Balta.

"Their body shape and wings are a bit different than that of a fire lizard."

Robinton looked up at me. "That's a long time to influence all of Pern."

"Yes, it is. And if F'lar gets rid of Thread like he wants to. You'll really need to influence Pern. Thread, as bad as it is. Has been keeping major holds from trying to take over the world. Fax was an example of what can happen when people have 'free' time on their hands. So Pern will need all the influencing it can get to prevent that from happening again."

"Fax's greed was during a long interval. So, I see what you mean about Lord Holders getting greedy if they know they will never have to worry about Thread anymore. Holds are autonomous, but they will have to learn to help each other out when one Lord Holder decides to get greedy and attacks another Hold." Robinton admitted.

"That is all in the future, back to the present. With Balta you can teleport, or go between, on your own. No more needing a dragon to take you wherever you want to go. You still have to know where you're going and be able to picture the place in your mind. The good part is, if you can't picture it in your mind, you can't teleport, and you don't have to worry about teleporting into solid objects." I told Robinton.

"This is a whole lot to take in. And there is so much going on here right now." Robinton said with a sigh.

"Well, give the regeneration a couple days to do some healing and getting you back into good health. Then you can do all the running around that you want to. Oh, on a side note. The Companions can't talk to each other like the dragons do. So, they can't visualize locations to each other. But you can fly to new locations. Because your Companion can fly, you can fly, as well." I told him. "Or send Balta wherever you want to go. Once he arrives, he can show you what it looks like, and you can teleport, go between, to that location. But you can NOT go between time."

Robinton was staring at me with surprise on his face. "I don't need a dragon to go between anymore? Seriously?" He said and started smiling. "Not having to wait for a dragon to go between anymore. That will be wonderful."

"It gets better. His strength is greatly increased. It is three times greater than normal. So that means 'your' strength is three times greater than it was. So be careful." I told him.

Robinton looked at Balta then back at me. "That is what Balta just told me." He exclaimed.

"He's not a fire lizard, but since everyone thinks of them as fire lizards, Companion would be a better name for them. Although, I guess it doesn't really matter right now." I told him.

"He does look different than a fire lizard. Although with the general body shape a bit different. It is easy to think of him as a fire lizard." Robinton admitted.

"Them, for there are five Companions, now. And as time goes on there will be more, many more. And that is why I chose them to be copper colored. To help distinguish them from fire lizards." I informed him.

"Yours isn't copper. It's several different colors." He said.

"Taima is the original Companion, and she's a Titanium Dragon. I'm not sure if I chose her colors or if it was chance or something else. Could be whoever gave her to me, read my mind and chose her colors because of what I thought. And don't ask who gave her to me, because I have no idea. Never saw who it was. Like I told F'nor, Brekke, F'lar and Lessa, she just appeared out of nowhere." I told Robinton.

Robinton steepled his fingers in front of himself and nodded his head in thought. "There will be many more." He said looking at me. "You plan on giving more… Companions, to people?" It was half question, half statement.

"Yes, I plan on giving most Dragonriders a Companion. Since the abilities of the Companions help those, they are bonded with, I thought it would be helpful for dragonriders to have a Companion. It will be a lot harder to be thread scored and if they are, the regeneration will heal the dragonrider quickly. And I plan on giving Companions to 'commoners' also. But they will be limited. Plus, there will have to be stipulations on getting a Companion. We don't want a Lord Holder running a hold for one hundred years. They will have to agree to give their hold to a qualified son after holding for no more than, say… fifty to seventy-five years." I said.

"What if they refuse to step down?" He asked.

"Yes, that could be a problem, but since I can give Companions to people. I can also take them away." I informed Robinton.

"Hmm, yes. That could be a very good deterrent." Robinton said, nodding his head. At that time Menolly and Piemur walked out onto the porch. Master Robinton smiled. "And here is Master Menolly and my journeyman Piemur." He indicated each as he said their names. "It seems we have neighbors to the south." He said making a sweeping motion to the girls and myself. "This is Lord Holder Eilwyn, and…" He stopped and looked at me.

I grinned and finished where Robinton had started and introduced the girls to the newcomers. "We call these, breakfast burritos." I indicated the tray with the breakfast burritos on it.

"What's that?" Menolly asked, pointing at Balta. "Fire lizards are not that color."

Robinton smiled at Balta. "He's a gift from Lord Holder Eilwyn."

"He's a Companion, or that is what I call them." I told Menolly.

Piemur looked surprised. "Them? There's more than just one?" He asked.

"And speaking of just one, where's Jaxom? I haven't seen him." Menolly asked.

"Don't know, and Ruth's not on the beach either." Piemur said.

At that moment Jaxom on Ruth came out of between. He had been at the 'Ship Meadow'. None of the Harpers knew what he had been up to.

The 'ship meadow' is where the last three shuttles where parked and left. The shuttles are what the settlers used to fly between the three spaceships and Pern. They 'shuttled' people and all the supplies they brought with them from Earth. The shuttles have been parked for over 2,500 turns.

Jaxom had over flown the area and saw three small hills. He on Ruth landed and Ruth using his claws dug down into the dirt until he hit the topside of one of the shuttles. Jaxom decided he needed to return to Cove Hold and inform Robinton and the others.

"It's Ruth and Jaxom" I said.

"Jaxom where have you been?" Robinton asked as Jaxom walked up to the Hold.

Jaxom recounted his excursion to the 'ship meadow', which roused Robinton's excitement and curiosity. "The ships our ancestors arrived in?!" And he sent Zair to wake Mnemeth to bring F'lar and Lessa down to Cove hold.

Robinton sent Zair to wake up and inform F'lar and Lessa at Bendon Weyr.

Jaxom looked at Master Robinton with concern on his face. "Is this too much excitement for you?" He asked Robinton.

Robinton looked at Jaxom for a moment. "I thought it would be another dull and boring day, and you brought something to break the boredom." Robinton told Jaxom.

Although it was F'nor and Canth that arrived at Cove Hold and not F'lar and Lessa. Jaxom told F'nor what he had found.

"We need to go and uncover the ship." F'nor said.

"I'm going with you." Robinton said. "I'm not staying here and waiting for you to send me dribs and drabs. It's hard on my heart. I won't do any digging, I'll merely watch." He said feigning weakness. "Besides… Eilwyn gave me a Companion." He said looking at F'nor.

F'nor looked at Master Robinton for a moment then looked at me, then back to Robinton. "He… gave you one also?" He asked.

Robinton smiled and nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, he did." And Robinton pointed to Balta on the windowsill.

F'nor nodded his head in understanding. "If what Eilwyn says about them are true… you're in good health."

Robinton grinned, then a curious look crossed his face. "Where is yours? Eilwyn said he gave you and Brekke one each."

F'nor pointed towards Canth. "Darby's with Canth." F'nor looked around, then pointed to a beam. "And there's Neena, Brekke's Companion."

Menolly stepped up with confusion on her face. "What did Eilwyn give to both of you?" She asked Master Robinton and F'nor.

Robinton smiled. "Eilwyn gave us, what he calls, Companions." He called to Balta. "Come here Balta. I want to introduce you to Menolly and Piemur."

Menolly looked shocked at hearing her Master explain to, what looked like an off-color fire lizard, why he wanted it to come to him.

Balta looked at Robinton, then jumped from the windowsill onto the table. "Menolly this is Balta. My new Companion. Given to me by Lord Holder Eilwyn. Balta this is Master Menolly and this is my Journeyman Piemur." Robinton made introductions.

Balta looked at Menolly, nodded his head and picked up a front foot and waved at her.

Menolly staired at Balta still confused. When Balta waved at her, Menolly waved back. Then turning red from embarrassment and dropped her hand.

Piemur watched the exchange with confused curiosity.

"I'll explain later. We or rather y'all need to get busy and finish uncovering the ship." I said.

"Yes, we should do that." Robinton said. "Menolly get the wine off the back of the chair in my study. And I'll need my flying gear."

Still confused but used to following orders from her master. Menolly ran into the hold to do as she was told.

So, I wouldn't have to fly on one of the dragons. I took a peek into Jaxom's mind to see what the 'ship meadow' looked like, so I could port there.

Shorty we were at the 'ship meadow', looking at what Jaxom and Ruth had already uncovered. Then Robinton found a place to sit in the shade. My girls and I all sat around Robinton and I invited Menolly and Piemur to joins us. While F'nor had Canth finish digging up where the door to the shuttle was.

I was noticing that things were changing from what happens in the book, because of me being here. Even conversations were slightly different. But that would be expected since my just being here was changing the flow of the story.

While we waited for the door of the shuttle to be uncovered, I explained to Menolly and Piemur about the Companions. And while I was at it, I gave Menolly and Piemur their own Companions. Menolly's is named Fifer, and Piemur's is called Rafe.

Menolly's Companion Copper (F) Name: Fifer Mythical (dragon) Regeneration Sustenence Intelligence Strength Durability Flight Teleportation Speed Agility Magical (Dancing Lights, Mending, Ghost Sounds) Elemental Blast (Fire)

Peimur's Companion: Copper (M) Name: Rafe Mythical (dragon) Regeneration Sustenence Intelligence Strength Durability Flight Teleportation Speed Agility Magical (Dancing Lights, Mending, Servant) Elemental Blast (Fire)

After a short time, the dragons had dug down far enough to uncover the whole door. Robinton walked over and took a look. "Lessa, F'lar and Master Fandarel need to be informed about this right away."

"That's enough people for now." F'nor said before Robinton could include more people. "I'll go and get Master Fandarel myself. Don't want this getting out right now. And Canth will tell Ramoth." He cleaned himself of dirt as best as he could before putting on his flying jacket. "None of you do anything while I'm gone." He said looking at each person and lastly at Master Robinton.

Robinton gave F'nor an innocent look. "What would I do. We'll just sit and have a drink." He said sitting down and having everyone else sit down around him.

"If they flew…" Piemur started.

"If they flew, we know they flew. The fire lizard's pictures show us that." Robinton said.

"As I was going to say, if they flew in those things. Why didn't they use them to fly away in them when the explosion happened?" Piemur asked.

"I wouldn't know. Maybe Master Fandarel can answer that question." Robinton answered.

I know Mercedes would love to go into detail about how the shuttles fly and why they didn't use them to fly away after the volcano erupted. And because they would learn how they fly after they find AIVAS. There was no need to tell them about it right now.

Lessa and F'lar appeared first, followed by F'nor and Fandarel on Canth. They all landed at the same time. Fandarel ran over to the trench to inspect the new discovery. It didn't take long for Master Fandarel to figure out how to open the door of the shuttle. And because no one had thought to bring glow baskets, Jaxom went back to Cove Hold to get some.

While we waited for Jaxom to return. Lessa looked at me to Taima then to my girls, then she noticed the Companions Menolly, Piemur and Master Robinton had. She looked at me, Taima and the Companions several times. It looked like she was about to say something when Jaxom returned with the glows, returning her attention to the shuttle.

The glow baskets were handed out and we entered the shuttle. My girls and I entered last. I have seen the space shuttle at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida. And yes, the shuttle in front of me is a lot different than the ones that were used by NASA. But the people from Pern had never seen and had never imagined space flight, so we lagged back to let the others get a good look. My group would have plenty of time to see the shuttle later on. I heard Robinton calling for everyone to come see something. Then F'nor called from a different area for everyone to come see what he found. But the Master Harper won out.

I looked at the girls and smiled. They found the maps. I sent to them. Some of the girls nodded their heads in understanding and some looked confused. That told me which ones had read some of the books and which had not. I knew they would be leaving soon. So, I motioned to my girls to exit the shuttle. "Let's go outside. Everyone will be leaving shortly." I said and led the way outside.

A few minutes later F'nor, Fandarel, Lessa, F'lar, Robinton, Menolly, Piemur and Jaxom exited the shuttle. Piemur looked at me. "You didn't get to look around in there." He told me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "There was to many people in there. I'll come back later and take a look when it's not so crowded." I told him.

"That makes since." He replied.

Lessa walked over to me. "I want to have a talk with you, later when things calm down a little." She said to me. "And keep quiet about this for now. We don't want rumors getting out about these ships." She added.

I grinned. "Yes, later would be better. You know where I live. I doubt I will know anyone on the Plateau to be talking to, let-a-lone tell about the shuttles." I told her. Lessa frowned as I walked away. I caught F'nor grinning and trying to hide it.

"Come on girls. I believe we need to get back to the Hold." I said to my girls, and we all started walking into the trees. Once we were out of sight, I ported us back home.

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YOUR SCHEDULE IS YOUR LIFE LINE

Today, three of my clients woke up late and weren’t able to start their morning routines on time.

One of the bad habits we build when addicted to pornography is going to sleep late and waking up late.

It may not have anything to do with porn necessarily. Maybe you just have a habit of watching movies, TV series or playing videogames late at night.

Perhaps you justify it by saying things like: “ I have trouble sleeping.”

One of the things I learned early in my recovery was the concept of managing my schedule. If you learn this, your recovery will become MUCH easier.

You’re on a Ship.

Think of yourself as being on ship in the ocean. The ocean of life, that is.

The different things which are out of your control daily are the storms in the ocean.

For a recovering porn addict, your Morning Routine is your anchor. It keeps you grounded during a storm.

Your schedule is your lifeline. If get thrown off the ship during a storm( a particularly stressful day) , its the rope that is thrown to you to save your life and pull you back to the safety of the ship.

Your morning routine is what you do every morning to prepare for your day. It should involve:

A recovery Exercise

Reading a chapter from an Addiction recovery book

Goals setting for the day

Reviewing your boundaries

Reviewing your Statement of Purpose (Why you want to quit porn)

Meditation or a Feelings Exercise if meditation is not your thing

It COULD also involve:

Visualization

Gratitude

Exercise- Lifting weights, Calisthenics or Yoga

Affirmations or Self Talk

Personally, my Morning Routine involves all of the above because it anchors me for the day. No matter how crazy my day gets, my ship (me) will never sink ( relapse/slip) because I am prepared. You can be too.

With a morning routine, you will know exactly where you are going, why you are doing certain things, where you want to be a few years from now. No one and nothing will throw you off track. Nothing will dissuade you from your goals. You will become what I call “Emotionally Fit”- capable of handling very strong emotions which regular people would collapse under.

Unfortunately, you cant have a morning routine with a bad schedule.

If you go to bed “anywhere between 11pm and 2am”, you will NEVER have a solid morning routine. Your ship will always sink or get damaged in a storm and you will often find yourself drowning.

Again: Your Schedule is Your Lifeline.

Decide on a specific time to go to bed and wake up. At that time, make sure you are in bed- regardless of whether you have problems sleeping or not.

In the early days of my recovery, by 10:30 pm, I was preparing for bed. No TV screens, no devices close by. I was in bed at 11pm. No calls, no emergencies, no homework.

Nothing. It was bedtime, recovery was my priority. If it was a zombie apocalypse, I’d find out in the morning.

I was up by 6 am and done with my morning routine ( including working out, by 8:00 am).

Except for a few days , usually when I was travelling, this schedule did not change. I had a shorter version of the morning routine for days when I travelled and arrived at my destination late or the handful of occasions when I went out with friends to a bar or club. This version lasted about 40 minutes.

Excuses. Porn Addiction Counseling

During recovery, you either make excuses or you take action.

“ My shift at work changed, so I cant wake up early.”

“ My girlfriend works late at night and we don’t get to spend time together, so I stay up late”

“I’m studying for an exam.”

“I have a paper due tomorrow”

“I was hungover”

“I was at a friends party”

These are all excuses. We can’t be perfect, but if you find yourself using these excuses multiple times a year, then you are slacking on your recovery.

In conclusion, many men screw up their recovery simply because they have no discipline with their schedule. They do not respect time. Once you fix you lifeline and your anchor, you immediately cut down on the emotional incidents, the urges which you experience throughout the day.

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Hi 🧸-anon here.

Something that would be kinda funny would be like, staying up really late on a weekend hanging with Levi (probably binging some anime or playing games in his room) and then you just look at the clock and go,

“Damn, it’s 6 am already”

And like, you look at each other, nod and go directly back to what you were doing before looking at the clock. Later it’d be even funnier when all of the others would bare witness to neither of you looking alive, while simultaneously jumping between that “I’m so tired I seem more awake than anyone” and “It’s taking all my willpower to stay awake and not fall asleep at 1 pm”

Idk just some fun 3 am thoughts

Catch you later 👋

I love this because I am definitely the second one and all my friends say it is really funny to watch me try to stay awake.

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Here's how I imagine it.

They are both sitting there playing some long co-op game (it takes two, mario, etc.) They started late thinking it'll be easy, and we are REAL gamers so we can speed run it without ever playing it before.

It wasn't a speedrun. MC looks up from taking a swig of their energy drink and sees the clock. It reads 6:00 AM.

"Hey Levi."

"What?"

"It's 6:00 AM"

Now he looks at the clock. They both stare at it until it changes to 6:01. Before looking at each other and then looking back to the TV.

"I need your help for this part." The time completely disregarded. I mean, they have to at least be halfway done, right? (Wrong) They finish the game at like 3:00 PM with high fives.

Now they both decide to venture out for "Breakfast" and this is when the residents of the House of Lamentations bare witness to the sleep deprived duo.

Levi would be the I'm more awake than everyone type of sleep deprived. He is able to cope somewhat well. He looks pretty normal, except he is putting orange juice in his cereal. Wait, now he put the cereal box in the fridge. Why is he using a fork? Maybe he isn't alright.

MC on the other hand, I think would be the one using all their willpower to stay awake. They stumble around the kitchen making their bowl of cereal. They actually put in the right ingredients (not without dropping some of it and making a mess of course) all before plopping at the table and falling asleep face first in the bowl.

Here are the brother's reactions to

Sleep Deprived MC (and Levi)

💙 Lucifer -

He is mad that Levi would keep MC locked up in his room like that! And on a school night!

Because of that MC missed all their classes and it reflects poorly on him.

He does think it is kinda cute how they stumble around...

"Please be careful where you are pouring MC"

He tips the milk back before they get it everywhere.

He also makes sure to put everything that Levi moved, back in its proper place and clean up their mess.

💛 Mammon -

He is very worried.

He keeps pulling MC in different directions because they keep trying to run into the counters!

"Oi, Watch where your going!"

Definitely records Levi's triumphant look as he tries to eat cereal with a fork and asks "why is my spoon broken?"

Mammon is also the one to pull MC's face out of the cereal and lean their head back against the chair. Can't have them drowning.

🧡 Leviathan -

Records MC running into every counter and laughs everytime they say "ouch" (which is everytime they hit something)

Thinks he is so awake and smart.

Until he tastes how disgusting cereal and orange juice is and wonders when the milk went bad.

MC laughs a little before face planting into their cereal.

He laughs at them before doing the same.

💚 Satan -

Definitely smirks and watch the two putz around for awhile.

Doesn't help Levi at all, just let's him put things in wrong places and eat terrible cereal.

Satan at least hands MC the right ingredients.

"No, that's a plate. Here is a bowl, love."

Makes sure they don't make a huge mess (but doesn't clean up any messes they do make, just to piss off Lucifer)

💖 Asmodeus -

Would think MC is just so adorable when sleepy.

"MC! You need to keep up with your beauty rest otherwise you will get wrinkles. I know just how to fix this. You need a self care day."

He watches them start the cereal and then eventually guides a sleepy MC to lay on his bed. (And No, he did not clean up or put away anything)

They then fall asleep and he would do a whole self care routine on their face while they sleep (like the tiktoks where the girlfriends do it to their boyfriends) it would have cleansers, those rollers to tighten skin, face masks, the works.

Definitely doesn't care about Levi or the well being of his skin.

❤ Beelzebub -

This poor boy doesn't want you to get hurt.

Tells MC to sit at the table while he makes them cereal. (Proceeds to make them a Beel sized bowl)

MC's head starts to lull forward but he catches them and feeds a sleepy MC to make sure they get their sustenance.

He then eats the rest of their bowl and Levi's (because he just left it after tasting it)

After the snack he carries MC to his room and proceeds to cuddle them while they nap.

💜 Belphegor -

He definitely just sleepily watches.

Laughs at how stupid Levi is being, before yawning and realizing that now is the perfect time to bond with MC.

Gently guides MC away from the milk they just pulled out, grabs a few small snacks and heads up to his bed.

He would offer them food, but by the time he pulls back the blankets they just crawl in and pass out.

Now he can get all the snuggles he wants with no interruptions!

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obeyme #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #fluff #🧸 anon #obey me requests #requests

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Childhood Kid!Michael Myers x Kid!Latin!reader

Plot: You and your family are immigrants from a Latin American country. Thanks to your dad's opportunity at his job, they come to Hanonfield USA, you meet the kid Michael Myers and they become friends because of your strange way of speaking Other idiom and persistence in wanting to be his friend, they spend 4 years together in various situations, while he falls in love with you, you are his only happiness. What happened in those years before that fateful Halloween?

Words: 3,343

Warning: some violence from Michael and Bullies bothering them both

Notes: Long chapter! I was excited to write it, it seems that you and Michael are getting to know each other better, he is still a bit distant with you but don't worry! it will open up to you

chapters: (1), (x),(3)

Chapter 2: I want to know you better

Sunday January 6 , 2002

It was 09:00 am and you got up quickly from your bed because thunder had fallen nearby, you remember that before sleeping it started to rain lightly and now it was stronger, it wouldn't stop soon, it's exciting in a way but you knew you wouldn't they would let out hell you wanted to see if you could play with that kid Michael again even though he said you were just neighbors nothing more you had a good time and you wanted him to be your friend you could wait till the rain stopped. Well, nothing like exploring a new house can't satiate your curiosity for several hours.

After your Mom will help you choose your clothes and get decent for breakfast, you had nothing to do, so you decided with your older brothers to explore the attic of the new house and see if they find any "hidden treasure", your parents let do what they want since they were more busy looking at legal paperwork you don't understand and talking to someone on the phone.

When your brothers finally managed to open the attic stairs and go up with a flashlight that they found in one of the boxes that had not yet been put in its place, you heard a female voice that you recognized as your Mom talking to someone on the phone, you paid attention to see what he said —Yes, there is no problem that the child can stay for the day , yesterday (Y/N) did not stop talking about him before going to sleep— he said in a carefree and understanding way —I understand then your daughter The older one has a friend at home and he has nowhere to leave him, don't worry...— It was Michael who came to your house! Well, then his mother trusts your family enough to bring him home during the day. You decided to climb down from the Attic carefully so you could go meet him, though you almost slipped in the process.

Arriving where your parents were, Michael and his mother had already arrived. The boy was bundled up and taking off a scarf, while Deborah held a wet umbrella trying to comfort the boy, he looked extremely grumpy —You told me we would spend the day together watching a movie, I don't want to be here— The blond boy claimed his mother — For the last time, I can't be with you today, it's an emergency, besides, your little friend from yesterday will play with you today." Deborah said pointing at you, her voice had a hint of frustration. "She's not my friend." He muttered annoyed, his mother sighed at such a comment —Don't be like that honey, you'll have a good time, be good for me, okay? Take care of yourself— Michael nodded slightly, still in a bad mood.

You decided to act after seeing that mini-argument to lift his spirits, you approached him —Hi Michael, come play with me up there— you said enthusiastically taking his hand, uh, it was a mistake —I don't want to, don't touch me— he said, abruptly removing your hand on his, that alerted his mother who was already coming out the front door, saying goodbye to your parents.—What did I tell you about being good? Honey, I'll be back before dinner— she warned in a stern tone and he muttered a little “okay” before she left.

Your parents also tried to cheer him up with some candies that they had brought from your home country, although he accepted the candies for some reason, his bad mood didn't go down a bit, you weren't discouraged by his behavior, you would be the same in a strange house, it's more, you would be scared and crying in no time, why not find your brother's console in his room and play for a while? I'm sure it would cheer him up, you offered to play the console and he shrugged his shoulders without speaking, don't you want to? then you force him to go to your room, you don't want long faces —Come with me to my room, I have toys— and you took his hand again to guide him, you did it without sincerely thinking, which of course he disliked and he took his hand off again. hand over yours, but this time he followed you silently.

In Michael's mind he just wanted to make you angry and cry, he enjoyed hurting others for some reason, but why were you still being nice to him? You just met him yesterday and you had already shown him toys in your room that you probably never would have and even sometimes your brothers came to play with Michael and you in a very kind way. Why can't it be the same with Judith? or with Mom even, somehow he was despised by his older sister, he could never play with his sister like you do with them so happily, he wishes he had a sister or brother who didn't despise him, he resigned himself to being in a bad mood and not cooperating With you at your insistence, he wanted to enjoy the rest of the day when you mentioned that you like martial arts and horror movies, he doesn't know exactly what the former was, but the latter was something he also liked to watch.

—Do you like the movie “ It '?'— he nodded, he likes it because of the clown that kills children and the blood there is— my Dad bought it on the way to this city, I've never seen it— You mentioned while rummaging through a box with a lot of movies looking for the one you wanted —I already saw it, there's a lot of blood, if you're scared you won't sleep tonight— she mentioned bothering you —Of course not!, I'm someone very brave, I've already seen movies so — you mentioned annoyed, you would not give in to his comments —Yes? so let's watch the movie, big girl— I wasn't going to leave you alone with that nickname, you asked your sister to put that movie on anyway, without first warning you that it might give you nightmares, which caused Michael to make fun of you —Don't give yourself nightmares, big girl!— he mockingly mentioned —Callate— you told him in Spanish, “another strange word” Michael thought —Let's watch the movie and I'll show you that I'm brave— you said decisively and they did, you tried to stay brave and enjoy the movie which you genuinely did in a lot of parts but definitely that clown is scary and you screeched when it was scariest causing the blonde kid to make fun of you more or push you off the side of the big chair, rude. [N/A: shut up]

Almost at the end of the movie, you wanted to take revenge for all the teasing that the blond boy made you when you were scared by the clown, you saw nothing better than throwing a pillow at him causing him to throw another one back at you with great force and you complained — Ouch , that hurts Mikey— .

—You threw the pillow at me first! I just replied—the claim without realizing what you just called it—Well, it's my revenge for making fun of me , get ready!—the two grabbed the pillows next to each other and a war began between you two, they hit each other with the pillows incessantly, when they stood in front of the television, your brothers who were also there watching the movie, complained that they were not allowed to see and joined the battle, there were two sides initially, but later they all hit each other and threw pillows at each other .

When they were running around the TV Michael caught you off guard and got on top of you, he started hitting you with the pillow while you hit him back between giggles, but he started to get more violent, he grabbed his pillow with both hands and started to choke you with said pillow, at first you laughed and fought playfully, but you began to lose your breath — Mikey , I c-can't breathe, p-please stop— you begged desperately, he continued , you told him Mikey and he felt something strange in his chest so he pressed more —P-please, s-stop —they kept asking even with less air and he pressed the pillow more on your face, you began to move less and lose strength, you were drowning, when an angry voice interrupted them.

—MICHAEL AUDREY MYERS— said his mother as he was grabbed from behind and coming out on top of you, you can finally breathe, you breathed deeply and repeatedly trying to fill the air in your lungs —I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WERE DOING THAT!— she said still very angry —We were just playing! It wasn't bad at all— He defended himself, she shook her head and took his arm with one hand, with the other she had her umbrella and the scarf that Michael had taken off when he came to your house, with the other hand —You were smothering her with the pillow! That's not playing with her, how many times have I told you to be kind to other children— she said, still annoyed, Deborah apologized and forced Michael to do the same, although he only said a weak "sorry" before he was taken away from your house still scolding the boy, you can't get out of your daze, so your parents helped you the rest of the afternoon and night to calm down, they mentioned that you would start to go to school tomorrow and you cheered up, tomorrow is a new day along with a new opportunity.

The question that was going around in your head is why did he suddenly behave like this with you? you would know tomorrow, or so you thought.

Monday January 7 , 2002

You were in the principal's office with your mom at your new school your dad had to work so he couldn't come which was disappointing and whiny all the way you stopped crying when you saw some kids come in laughing you hated that you look like this, you were a big girl after all, your brothers were already in their classes, the only thing missing was you.

—Then Lady, you say you want (Y/N) to attend first grade even though he is 5 years old, right? — The principal briefly mentioned trying to understand the situation, Your mother nodded —Exactly, I have all the documents that prove that it is perfectly achievable. She even understands what we speak in English right now, isn't that right, honey?— The principal looked at you with a raised eyebrow —Yes, mommy, Mr. Principal, I know many things— you said obediently, however The principal sighed —Because of his age She should be in preschool, even though the state of Illinois says otherwise, I consider that at this point...— Your mother interrupted the principal, annoyed —Honey, can you wait outside for a moment?— uh oh, she was annoyed, but he didn't He was going to let himself be won over by an “Annoying Woman” — Principal , I suggest you listen to Mom, it's scary when she gets angry— You warned his, as you left the office, even though that man didn't take you seriously.

You sat near an armchair while you heard your mother's voice arguing with that man, you covered your ears because you hated listening to arguments, especially if they involved your mother with your dad or with another person, whoever it was, she always won, she was stubborn and now was no exception, after a while the door opened and you saw the smile triumphant of her with a director somewhat annoyed and with a frown —¿Que paso mami?— You said in Spanish asking what had happened [N/A: What happened mommy?]

—(Y/N) mi niña linda — She answered you also in Spanish, while she hugged you —Today you will have your first day of elementary school, I hope you behave well and have many little friends— Your smile was indelible. She won! [N/A: My beautiful girl]

—Now I have to go because they won't let me in, but he will guide you to the classroom, okay?— You nodded —I love you mom— you gave her a kiss on the cheek —Me too my girl, take care — And so she left leaving an uncomfortable Principal standing, you smiled at him as he walked towards the door to leave you in the classroom, you didn't know beyond the Principal's office and if he left you to your fate you would get lost —I told him to pay attention to him to her, she never loses— he snorted amused— yeah , mothers, they are always right…well, I hope your behavior is the right one, Miss (Y/N), I don't want to see you in my office for some bad behavior— You weren't that kind of people, or so you thought now — No sir, I'll show him— you said, they arrived at the door of a classroom, you stood awkwardly aside while he knocked on the door to get the teacher's attention , she went out to the corridor where they were while the director explained the situation, she a nodded and the director left the place.

—My name is April and I will be your teacher this year, a pleasure (Y/N)— she said kindly —A pleasure miss April, I hope to get along with you— it is now where your nerves react and your shyness increases, you felt a lump in your stomach upset from nerves, too much stress —Let your new classmates know so you can introduce yourself properly, okay?— you nodded —Yes, Miss April— She told you to stay there while she went back to the classroom.

On Michael's side, it wasn't that different from other days, restless classmates who reject him, annoying bullies who harass him before entering classes forever and a teacher who feigns kindness but really can't stand him, nothing new for him. So he entered his class 5 minutes late and teacher April didn't even notice, at least it wasn't longer than other times. Everything was normal in the Mathematics class until there was a knock on the door and the teacher left for a few minutes, his other classmates began to murmur although he couldn't care less, his mind was on the scolding and punishment that his teacher gave him. mother last night at her house for trying to suffocate you with the pillow, you were annoying, although you wouldn't see it here, oh how wrong that blue-eyed boy was.

When the teacher returned to the classroom, she called everyone's attention —Children, I want you to welcome a new classmate— Oh no, isn't it?... —She comes from ( Your Latin Country) A country in South America and I want them to be kind— it can't be, it's sure to be that “big girl” as he nicknames her, the teacher looked towards the exit wanting you to come in, you timidly entered the room, looking at the floor, your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and your trembling hands were tightly gripping your backpack, yes, it was you, Michael sighed annoyed. —Do you want to introduce yourself honey?—

—Yes, my name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I hope to make friends— you said while some reacted with interest, others with giggles and weird comments —Very good (Y/N), choose a seat so we can continue with the class— Miss April said, you looked around as Michael sank in his seat wanting you not to choose him, better yet, not to recognize him but that's exactly what you did, you recognized him and your face lit up It was him!, you pointed to the seat next to him in the background and she nodded somewhat bewildered while there were annoying mutters like “he will sit next to the weird kid” “why did she choose it ? him ?” and things like that, you didn't pay attention to them.

When you sat next to him, he didn't look at you —Hey Michael , we'll be classmates— you told him in a low voice touching his shoulder so he would look at you —aha— that's all he said. Is he still like this from yesterday? —Hey, if you're like this because of yesterday, don't worry, I'm not mad at you, I still want us to be friends— that softened Michael's features, although it wasn't enough —I don't think so— you tilted your head in confusion —Why right?— you asked —you'll see them at recess and you won't want to hang out with me, big girl— he whisper still without looking at you, it was always like that and he had accepted his destiny, he didn't want to get excited about having a friend and then having him he betrayed by going with other bad boys, it would break his heart , but you were so insistent that a tiny part of him wanted to give in and be your friend, he had to stay strong.

During the entire math class he tried to ignore your attempts at conversation, they called their attention a few times to shut up, well for you to shut up, he didn't talk much and that's how the whole class went until recess, all your classmates went out to play and you went to the bathroom because you couldn't take it anymore, Michael went to the playground alone as always looking for some insect to squash, he didn't count on his Bullies finding him alone in a perfect position to kick him, they did it and He got upset , here we go again , there were 4.

—What are you doing loser?— said one

—Surely he's playing with the mud, that's what he always does,— another said. —Get lost, it's none of your business.— Michael said, trying to stand up. — Who told you that you could stand up? Damn useless .— They grabbed him by the collar of his clothes to be able to annoy him as always, when they heard a moan from the Bullies , they hit him in the head with a stone —Who was the idiot who threw that stone at me?— Said one furious looking for the person responsible.

—I went!, Leave it Calm down!— You said upset, it turns out that after going to the bathroom you looked for him everywhere until you found him hunched over with several boys, your grandmother always said to defend yourself with blows when they bother you and your friends, your mom said what himself while recounting his school experiences, so why not? sure it was the right thing, they were taller than you, so you had to be clever —Who are you?" His new girlfriend?— Said one making fun of you —I'm (Y/N) and I'm going to be friends with him, don't bother him— they laughed at the same time —Oww , how cute for a rat like you is to be expected— "Damn idiots" you thought as they were starting to surround you —You're dead, I don't care if you're a brat— Michael saw the situation and acted quickly, he kicked the butt of whoever had his back to him and you kicked another in the crotch leaving him kneeling and ran back to the building while running away from the screaming of those boys, they caused quite a commotion.

—Why did you help me ?— he said confused —These idiots were going to hit you— The blue-eyed boy sighed —I'm used to it, you didn't have to do that— You frowned annoyed —I don't care, if we're going to be friends I must do it, they are bad— I definitely didn't want those guys to bother you too , it was hard to be bullied every day and you looked like someone cheerful.

Should I accept his friendship? Michael was already starting to give in.

#michael myers #imagina en español #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #slashers imagine #slashers x you #michael myers x reader

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