#and then we met our other two closest friends (and honestly we still think of the icons they had way back then first when we think of them)

[archiesss]

Wriothesley x M!Reader Mistletoe (Christmas special)

You were at a Christmas party to celebrate the holidays organized by Navia to try and get everyone closer to each other, everyone was there Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Clorinde, Sigewinne, even Neuvillete and a lot of other Fontainians you had never met but you honestly just wanted to keep to yourself during this party and think about your life, because the past few weeks you had developed feelings towards your boss Wriothesley the Duke of the fortress of meropiede, not only did you not know how to tell him but you were both guys there was no way he’d ever feel the same way right?

So here you were in another room in the corner pondering life alone, until a certain someone came to pay a visit.

“Well this isn’t like you is it Y/N?”

“Huh..?”

You couldn’t believe it the very person you had just been thinking about had came to talk to you

“Oh um, hello Wriothesley how can I help?”

“Help? I just wanted to talk to you, I noticed you sneaking away from the group and wanted to check to see if you were doing fine, especially considering you are usually more extroverted than this”

“Ah I see, it’s just something that has been bothering me for a while is all.”

“I’m assuming that’s the same reason you’ve been acting so weird these past few weeks?”

“Ah geez, you noticed? Guess I’m not too good at hiding things huh?”

You were trying your best to keep your cool but being alone in a room with your literal crush is really gonna do a number on you

“Of course I did, how could I not notice one of my closest friends shift in behaviour?”

Friend, that one hurt

“You really are perceptive aren’t you..” you say with an awkward laugh “Maybe we should head back to the group and talk about this later, it feels weird doing this at a Christmas party.”

“What for, I still haven’t gotten my answer from you.”

“What answer?”

“Why have you been acting strangely around me the past few weeks, to my knowledge you only act this way around me, you’re personality did not shift when talking to Sigewinne, so what’s this all about? We are pretty close, you can trust me.” He says with a soft smile

“…” No answer

“Well you don’t seem to want to tell me so I’ll give you time, my offers always up on the table.”

As Wriothesley begins walking away further and further you get a sinking feeling, you aren’t gonna get another chance like this for a long time, even if he rejects you, living like this forever would be worst, you have to tell him

“Wait! Wriothesley!”

“Hm?”

“I’ll tell you…”

“I’m not forcing you or anything you really don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, this is my own conscious decision.”

You take a deep breath, Wriothesley stares at you intently.

“Look, what I’m about to say could ruin our friendship forever and I never told you because I was afraid of how you would react… but I think it’s time.”

Wriothesley’s face shifts from an intent look to a concerned one but he lets you continue

“It only recently happened 3 weeks ago, but I love you Wriothesley… I didn’t know how to tell you and I understand if you don’t feel the same way.”

You close your eyes bracing for rejection, but to your surprise it never came, as you were about to open your eyes you feel a pair of soft lips collide with yours, you open your eyes and to your surprise you see Wriothesley the very man you had developed a crush on recently was kissing you, you couldn’t believe it, was this reality? You melted into the kiss not wanting this moment to ever end

But to your dismay all good things come to an end as Wriothesley pulls away from the kiss looking you in the eye.

“So this is what this was?” A little chuckle escapes his mouth as he runs his fingers through your hair

“You don’t have to worry, I feel the same way.”

You were about to leave, happy with the results but Wriothesley pulls you back and shakes his head.

“Hold on there, look up.”

You do as you’re told and as your eyes trail up you see a Mistletoe right above the two of you, was that always there?

“A mistletoe, but didn’t we already kiss?” You weren’t complaining though if he wanted to kiss you again you were completely on board.

“That kiss was a declaration of my love for you, this one’s for the Mistletoe.”

He kisses you once again more passionately and hungry, when the kiss is eventually broken, you two return to the group and continue to celebrate the festivities, however from that point on you two were practically inseparable, when telling stories by the campfire you’d always sit next to him and when came time to pass around gifts you sat next to him, even when you two returned to the fortress after the party he let you come into his office as you please and when out of work you’d just lay down and rest on his lap as he caressed you. From the Christmas party and on, you two would never ever be separated again.

#wriothesley #wriothesley x male reader #genshin x male reader #male reader #wriothesley x reader #x male reader #wriothesley x y/n

[ayahimes]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

hi friends ! i know i'm a bit late with my post but i still wanted to post something regardless . 2023 had been one of the hardest years of my life thus far outside of the rpc , and even in it to be honest . i lost some good friends but gained some too . i've gotten to know so many of you on a deeper level and bonded with a lot of you over shared interests . so many of you have been patient with me on this blog because of school and for that i am immensely thankful ; i know you all followed because of your interest to write and i do apologize for not being able to fully deliver that due to my busy schedule . however , i do want to allot some time this year to be better about my time management . i honestly can't wait to see what this year brings !

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

@diaboelic : courtney . one of my best friends . i know i can write essays on why i am so happy to have you in my life but i promise i'll condense it . it's so crazy to me that we've been friends for almost two full years . it's wild because it honestly feels much longer . i know we're both busy making big moves and even if we don't talk every day i am always rooting for you . you're so down to earth and somehow understand how i'm feeling without me having to say it . please keep sending me fanart and spamming me with ig reels . i take forever to look at them sometimes but i love them !! also , im sorry you lost your streak in duolingo but i still think you're ahead of me by like 4 days everytime i do it . COURTNEY - SAN WA WATASHINO SUKINA HITORIDE ( i think this was right but probably not lmfao ) . i can't wait to hopefully explore japan with you . fingers crossed it's this year haha

@visionhcld : b , i will always write nice things about you no matter what . you've been my friend for like .... what .... this would be 6 years ?!!! GOD . you've seen the best and the worst . crazy to think that we made it !!!!! i love you so damn much and i am so lucky to have you in my life . i know we don't write a million active threads atm or talk every day like we used to , but i assure you it doesn't change our friendship . i love being able to pick up where we left off like nothing ever happened tbh . some people don't have that and tbh , i'm so fortunate to have found that with you . we have a ridiculous amount of inside jokes and years of history to pick apart but i leave you with one . jejota !!!

@fairesky : shado . we found each other through the funniest circumstances but i am so happy we did . you have been one of my closest friends these last two years and through you i met some other amazingly wonderful people ( cough leon cough ) . your kindness is immeasurable and i have truly learned so much from you because of it . you've taught me how to be nicer , how to be a better friend , how to care for others in a way i'd like to be treated , and just overall improved my life the last year with your presence . i love you so much and i'm really happy to have gotten to know you better over the course of 2023 . who else will i be an absolute simp with if not you haha

@iirath: essek , i know you're already aware but i am so damn happy to have gotten to know you better over the last year , even more so the last few months . i enjoy talking to you about life and getting to learn about who you are beyond the surface level . you're honestly SO tilt proof ( lmaoooo ) and surely never get mad when we play league . SURELY . thanks for speed running stardew valley with me and letting me run around not knowing what to do while you carry our farm to its greatest potential . you really have become one of my good friends and please know i always look forward to your good morning message in the server with the tired cat emoji haha

@shokutsus : LEON !!!!!!! ayaki will always reign supreme and have the best ship name . i will fight anyone who says otherwise . okay but let me just say i fucking love you dude . i know we haven't had a chance to have our tea talks on fortnite the last few months but i admit , those were some of my favorites . you've helped me through some really tough times and been there for me as a friend when i needed someone the most . i really enjoy thinking of the wildest plot lines for our characters while sleep deprived and playing fortnite ( tbh crackabella and anakin lore was big brained of us ) or discussing with kaine and courtney which part of the centipede we'd be . weird shit but i laugh typing it out lol . okay but fr i want this year to be the best one yet for you !! ps . send more pixel photos

@rosahope : fae , thank you for becoming one of my good friends this year . i'm so blessed to have met someone as grounded as you and i don't tell you enough . i know i'm too much sometimes and impulsive af , but you are my voice of reason and i appreciate it so damn much . you've helped me think outside the box and take things one step at a time . you're one of the realest people and i always welcome your honesty even if it's not something i may initially agree with . tbh i think that's what makes you such a good friends because you're transparent with me . i really am so happy for your big moves with your new job and i am always rooting for you no matter what !! you'll always be my chibiusa and my jessie <3

@prettyguardian : niniiiiiii . firstly , thank you for coming into my life and being such an amazing friend . i admire your tenacity , your creativity , your openness , your vulnerability . the list goes on . you've been there for me when i sought some direction in my life and for that i want to thank you . i know we have yet to write more aerti things but please know i will always gladly write them with you . you've helped me heal with ff . i know that sentence may sound silly at some level but it is a big thing . really !! your friendship has only added improvement within my life and i can't wait to see where it goes this year . sending you all the good vibes for 2024 !!

@cybrvce : light !!!! i'm so fortunate to have gotten to know you more over the last year and actually write with you . your characterization is truly amazing and i'm always impressed with everything you write . yes im slow as molasses but i promise it doesn't mean it's because i don't care !! i just want to write for you when i'm at my best because i want to give you quality writing !! thank you for being patient with me though . you're so kind <3 i'm genuinely so excited to start this year with your friendship !!

@deadn30n : LOOK HERE ALEXANDRA . YOU MADE IT ON THIS LIST BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST A GEM . i know we only recently became friends but in that short amount of time we bonded by playing league for like 5 hours straight lmfao . thank you for feeling comfortable enough to ask me for advice and direction though . it means a lot to me more than you know !! also i am here to write yone and kai'sa mutually fangirling/fanboying over each other . that thread is so cute and i am excited to see where it goes . ALSO I'M A NOOB AT XIV SO YOU'VE BEEN WARNED . heck im just bad at all video games lmao . but i look forward to playing them with you !!!!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

i can't write about everyone , but i can sure as hell tag you all . please know that even if we haven't actively written it doesn't mean i don't want to . i still support you as a writer and creator and enjoy seeing you on my dash !! i have hopes that maybe we can write some day ! but i know we're all busy or overwhelmed with things outside of the rpc so there's obviously no rush . and if we have written or talked then please know that you have truly made my experience here something amazing . i was always a bit scared to come back to such a big fandom , but so many of you have welcomed me in writing ayaka and given me the opportunity to explore her more . so thank you <3

@zaihuos , @autymns , @wcvensouls , @enjomo , @todestochter , @yizao , @ungest , @raikuro , @tealsteel , @sourcewater , @dcndrohime , @rikyos , @nekasu , @meropidas , @scarletooyoroi , @viaetor , @abyssin , @crownlcsking , @raytm , @iedolon , @noctumsilenced , @noctuafought , @capravulpes , @liightbringr , @chiheru , @foliarlight , @mercyburned , @apocryphis , @anostos , @theoneandonii , @gonguji , @sinspast , @mellodiies , @pietys , @knghted , @dualisume , @artificeheart , @erabundus , @momijiba, @supportingfire , @cloudhymn , and honestly all of you .

#˚ ༘ ❅ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ ━━ ❆ ( 綾華 / ooc ) #again in sorry if i missed anyone !! #i was rushing to post this before it hit jan 2 here lmao #im truly big fans of you all and hope this 2024 is off to a good start !! #may 2024 be kinder to everyone in the rpc #edit: so i couldn't tag a lot of blogs bc tumblr wouldn't let me so i actually had no choice but to condense it A LOT #ugh im sorry to anyone i left out !!!

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Can I request a gwendoline Christie X an actor reader where they secretly got together during the movie they're in together.

They're doing interviews for it and fans are shipping them both a ton because they honestly can't keep it in their pants and are super handsy/constantly flirting completely accidentally...for the most part.

Until one Gwen is on an insta live and the reader doesn't realise and comes up behind her and starts trying to make out because the reader is complaining that Gwen was always so busy and how they could help her "relax" ;) when ends up yelling she's on a live and the reader dies from embarrassment while Gwen dies of laughter?

A Best Friend Like Her

Gwendoline Christie x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi anon! I hope you enjoy this! I tried to stick to the request as much as possible.

To you, accepting a role in Star Wars was the best decision you had ever made. You had never been happier, even if it was a smaller part. But what mattered was the outcome.

Now, you’re waking up in a shared bed in a modest London flat beside the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes on. Very few people had known–only close friends and family. There was suspicion from fans, tweets surfacing and gaining traction almost instantly with people agreeing that something seemed up.

‘Screenshot from #SDcomiccon of Y/N and Gwen on the #StarWars pannel…I just know something is up here.’

‘These BTS pictures of Gwen and Y/N are ADORABLE, there’s no way they’re just friends.’

There was even a Youtube video titled, ‘Every time Gwen and Y/N have flirted with each other but they’re “just friends.”’

“Morning,” you mumbled as you met the sleepy eyes of Gwen.

She pecked you on the lips before pulling you into a warm embrace. “Graham said we have to arrive about an hour before the show starts.”

There was something you loved so much about her raspy morning voice. “Do you think they’re interviewing only the two of us to capitalize off the rumors of our relationship?”

“Erm…” Gwen sighed heavily. “I never thought of it that way.”

“I mean, they’re certainly gonna get some views. We’ve been the hot topic on Twitter for a while,” you said.

“Let’s make a bet.”

You sat up, leaning on your elbow as you peered down at Gwen. “On what?”

“I bet you…ten pounds, that Graham will ask us about our relationship less than ten minutes in,” Gwen snickered.

You smiled back, amused. “Alright, fine. More than ten minutes in.”

__________

The pair of you sat in front of an audience of at least a hundred people. The bet you had made with Gwen was still lingering in your mind as you sat side by side, listening to Graham’s commentary on Star Wars and answering questions about the other roles you’re playing currently.

Game of Thrones was mentioned multiple times with Gwen and the tv show you starred in was mentioned too. 

“So,” Graham began, adjusting his position in his chair, “there have been some rumors.”

You and Gwen eyed each other.

“Twitter has been abuzz about you two,” he continued. “Some fans have been watching you two in interviews, red carpet events, and such. They’ve–and everyone else for that matter–have agreed that you’re both close.”

How the hell would you get yourself out of this? Well, the same way you did when other people asked.

“Well, I grew up without many friends,” you explained. “Throughout my life I’ve never had a close friend. And, Gwen is the only person I’ve become close to. I consider myself very lucky to have a…best friend like her.”

Best friend. Bullshit.

__________

“How long do we plan on keeping this a secret?” you asked on the drive home.

Gwen, in the driver seat, sighed. “I don’t know, darling…I’m…I’m ready, though, if you are.”

“I don’t know,” you huffed. “Every worst possible outcome is all I can think of. Losing roles, friends, the media backlash…”

“Sweetheart, it’s the media that’s stirring this up. Both of our parents know and our closest friends do too.” Gwen stayed focused on the road as her hand came to squeeze your knee. “I don’t think we’d lose any roles over this either. There are laws put in place for things like these.”

At your flat, you stood in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of you. As you sauteed broccoli, Gwen was in the living room, typing away on her computer. You heard her speaking every now and then and assumed she was simply taking a phone call by the sound of her talking about scripts and shows and movies she’s been in. 

When dinner was ready, you plated the food, setting it on the kitchen table before going to find Gwen. She sat facing away from you as you tiptoed over, encasing her in a surprise hug. She flinched before growing stiff as you placed soft, chaste kisses over her neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” you smiled. “You did so well today, but you owe me ten pounds. Graham mentioned our relationship eleven minutes in, so I won.” She said nothing and you looked at her, confused. “What?”

Gwen peered up at you with an awkward grin and her eyes darted from you to the phone that leaned against the bright computer screen. “I’m on Live…”

Your stomach dropped and all the color drained from your face. “You–what?”

“I’m talking to a few hundred thousand people right now, sweetheart,” Gwen chuckled.

Your words were stuck in your throat and you managed to squeak them out, waving briefly at the phone where comments of ‘OMG’ and ‘NOW WAY’ were flooding the screen. “Erm…right…well…dinner is ready and on the table.”

You turned and rushed out of the room, embarrassment pooling in your cheeks and humiliation creeping up your throat. As she watched you leave, Gwen faced the phone, the brightest smile on her face since she first kissed you a year before.

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #fluff #oneshot

[ferinehuntress]

Okay, I had a bit of a rough week, so I haven't been on my best mind or thoughts because of things.

However, I do finally want to do a belated New Year's greeting and appreciation to some people who I think I want to say things about because they are the reason why I'm still on my blog and what has made my life beautiful.

I do not celebrate New Year's, however, I do believe in trying to look to the better, to hope for better. It is not about a new year and erasing everything that has happened, but having a chance to build yourself how you want to. I do not do resolutions nor do I believe in the idea of New Year's meaning kissing or drinking. It's a time to appreciate what you have and who you have it with.

◈　@shimmerbeasts　 ⋯　 I would have never expected to have made such a powerful and impactful relationship with Miss T when I first met her. And yet, after six months, she has become not only my best friend but someone I consider family. I can't even imagine my life without Miss T now, it's like finding someone who is a long-lost sister, who understands me better than I know myself at times. I don't think there are enough words or phrases to express how much I truly appreciate her and her friendship, and I hope for many more months of enjoyment in our hyperfixations and the things we enjoy. <3

◈　@goldenfists　 ⋯　 Joo was such a surprise. We started talking over small plotting, and then suddenly, we bonded so deeply. Joo is a sweetheart and I love getting to talk to her about everything, from real life to plotting to so much more. Joo has a heart of gold, and I truly hope she gets to have so much more this year; new friends, new adventures, and I hope I get to be there to share it. <3

◈　@gauntlets-shot　 ⋯　 Royal is absolutely a sweet lady! While we do not talk often, I can say that she is one of the people I never get tired of seeing on my dash. I think she is doing amazing things with her college schooling. I always love getting to spaz on Discord about our stuff. <3

◈　@decidentia　 ⋯　 I have known Puffin long before I joined the League of legends fandom. I think it's going on a year in a half now that I have known her. She's a mom, I'm a mom, and we are both stressed with kids and life. I think she's one of the few people who understand the struggles of parenthood because she's always one too <3 Honestly, I would follow Puffin anywhere, because not only do I love her writing, but she as a person is a sweetheart. I really do hope for great things for you this year. <3

◈　@jynxd　 ⋯　 My empathic buddy <3 It's only been a few months, but Bli is amazing. they are sweet and kind, but easily understand my hyperfixations and excitement over things. Bli has so much in their mind and I love how they easily understand my mind thought processes and get just as excited over plots. I love our trio <3

◈　@ofspvrta　 ⋯　 Ikaros is someone I have known for..... three years now. Man, I can't believe it's been that long!!! They have my love of Assassin's Creed. I haven't written in the fandom in a long time, but it still has been our linking connection that made our friendship blossom! I don't regret anything, and now they are one of my closest friends through thick and thin. I don't have my other friend's url, Apis, but these two are probably my longest-known friendships from Tumblr who are still on Tumblr. We've been through so much and still, we hold strong <3

◈　@playgroundmonsters　 ⋯　 Ama is the sweetest, she has such a good heart and a good soul despite what the world throws at her. We both have similar struggles but she's been such a joy to have in my life and I have no regrets. From our threads to our talks, I hope I can continue to be here to help her as she has helped me. I'll always need her in my life <3

◈　@blackrosesmatron　 ⋯　 Lucy has so much love for her muses and her OC. She came out of nowhere and now I'm just like 'Yes, she is mine imma keep her' when I got to talking to her about Angelica. Lucy is such a sweet lady, she loves her muses as much as I love mine (if not more!) and I'm always happy to get to write with her. I hope things continue to get bigger and better for her.

There are many more of you that I follow, though, that I appreciate and I truly hope that 2024 offers you opportunities and great things to come your way. I hope your health stays well and that everything you need is given to you. Never forget how important you are. I listed everyone I follow below, its a small list (I only have 30 of you guys XD)

@knifvd, @piltover-sharpshooter, @torntruth, @demacianhcart, @weavertali, @deadn30n, @elicertis, @valhiir, @naitfall, @runes-menagerie, @zaunseye, @rebelquilledl, @realmyths, @sheavoid, @spectrophobias, @lowlifetopfloor, @mcnagerie

#[ panda speaks ] — ooc post . #[ panda speaks ] — positivity .

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for breaking up with my friend at a party he was hosting?

Basically, I've (F40s) been friends with this guy, F (M40s) for about twenty years. We met when we were in college (different schools but lived in the same apartment building) and he has been my absolute best friend pretty much ever since. For a very long time, until a couple of years ago, we were a group of three with my other best friend, C (M40s), but C and F had a large, public, and extremely dramatic falling out. Since then, I've managed to stay friends with both of them, but C and F haven't spoken since their fight.

One of the reasons C and F stopped being friends was the life choices that F made. F started out as an artist, an extremely talented and pretty successful and accomplished composer. C was his partner in writing (a genius playwright and lyricist), but got frustrated over years of watching F choose to chase success over creative satisfaction, leading to F often forgetting about the projects he was supposed to be working on with C. I understood where both of them were coming from; F wanted success and fame regardless of where it came from, while C wanted to make art for art's sake, and their different outlooks on why they were doing what they did led to their eventual split.

I never agreed with F's choices to chase fame and fortune, but ultimately, it was his choice to make. I never thought he was actually happy, but for the last years of our friendship, I was just hoping he'd realize that on his own. Over time, being friends with him became more stressful than it was fulfilling. I'll admit, I've always been a little bit in love with F, so it was even more painful for me to see him marry somebody else and be happy with her, which I was obviously sad about but happy for him, only to throw that relationship away by cheating with a woman who is terrible for him. After his divorce, he practically abandoned his son, which I also hated. His ex moved across the country, and even though F became extremely rich and successful, I still saw his son more than him. F didn't even go to his son's high school graduation, and I did. That was the breaking point for me.

I've stood by F for years despite the disastrous choices he's made. He abandoned his oldest and closest friend over different opinions, which is his choice but still seemed unnecessary to me, threw away all creative integrity he once had for the sake of making terrible movies that sold well but said nothing, abandoned his son, and even after marrying the woman that caused his divorce, cheated on her with a woman half his age and didn't even bother to keep it a secret. I was fed up.

F invited me to a huge party with his new Hollywood friends to celebrate the release of one of his movies. He paid for my flight out. I knew when I accepted that I was ready to end this friendship, which is where I think I might be the asshole. I was drunk before the party even started, a habit that began as a coping mechanism for the stress that F added to my life a while ago, because I knew I wouldn't be brave enough to go through with it without the alcohol. During the party, F brazenly flirted with and even kissed the young woman he's currently cheating on his wife with, and his other "friends" in the room either didn't care or treated it like fun gossip. I drank more. His wife, who has always hated me and known my feelings for F (unsure of if those two facts are connected, honestly), was cruel to me. His "friends" treated me like trash. Eventually, I spoke my mind. Yes, I was drunk, but I meant every word. Everybody in the room was fake and terrible, and F had turned into the kind of person who had earned their treatment of him. He isn't the man I met when I was 20 and fell in love with, not anymore. I never meant to break up the friendship as publically as I did, and I know doing it at the party and insulting his friends made it a much bigger deal than it had to be, but I couldn't wait to do it anymore. I needed it to be done.

So, AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #alcohol

[skymaiden32]

Hi everyone! This isn't a very happy post, but it is very serious. Something happened yesterday and I just need somewhere to vent.

(No members of the Thunderfam are involved; it's about people I know IRL.)

I used to have this friend. My closest childhood friend. Our parents were also friends and had the two of us around the same time. I remember he used to have a lot of Thunderbirds toys. I guess that makes him the first friend I ever had in the fandom, even if we had no clue what fandom was back then. 

Something I should get out the way is that we grew up in a religious background, and we were in the same congregation as kids. Later on when we were teens, we had a trio with another boy, who beta-read my stories for me for a while. During COVID, all our religious activities moved online, and we drifted apart. I’ll call my former bff ‘Z’ and our other friend ‘J’. 

The longer the isolation went on, I started noticing that Z was no longer attending the online meetings, and whenever his parents were there they had these weird looks on their faces. Well, one day Z organised a Zoom call between the three of us and told us he’d moved out of his parent’s house and had converted to Islam. Me and J supported his decision, there were no hard feelings, and we promised to keep in touch.

Well, we did keep in touch for a little while. Z and I met up a couple of times, but that’s pretty much it. When the pandemic ended, me and J stayed in our congregation without him there. J got baptised and Z was there. J left for university, and my communication with him broke down as well, but that’s another story. At this point, I decided to change congregations for reasons unrelated to Z and J, which I’m not gonna get into here but let’s just say there were issues. I’m happy in my new congregation, but back to Z.

My mum and her husband are still in that old congregation to this day, and once I was there visiting them. That’s when I saw Z. He must’ve come with his dad. His mum wasn’t there for health reasons, which I’ll get into in a bit. That’s when he told me that he’d met someone at university. Mind you, he’d been at university for just about a year, and they were already engaged, talking about having kids, the works. He even told me they were planning on moving to another country. He showed me a picture of his fiance, and told me I’d be invited to the wedding. That was last April.

Now, I’m already annoyed at him because we’ve barely talked up until now, and any conversation we do have is by text, extremely short, and initiated by me. Honestly, if I hadn’t seen him in person, I doubt he would’ve told me he was engaged. I’m even more annoyed.

We get to his mum now. Z pretty much cut his parents off when he left, and his mother was understandably beside herself with worry. His mum is a lovely person. I adore her and when we were younger, she was like another mother to me. When I’d come round to his place she made me feel like part of that family. Hearing that Z’s hurt her so much really drives the wedge further.

Fast forward to yesterday. I wake up early because I had a congregation meeting at around ten. I open up TikTok. I see that Z has posted something, so I click on it. It’s a slideshow post with him and his fiancee goofing off. I look at the caption. It says, “marriage has changed me”.

…

She’s not his fiance anymore. She’s his wife. 

He said, to my face, that I would be invited. I wasn’t. I was heartbroken. I still am. Not because I was interested romantically, but because I’d realised I’d lost one of my best friends. I went to that meeting, because I needed to be around people I trusted after what I just saw. But I kept thinking about it over and over. Eventually, I decided that it was a lost cause, so I sent him a congratulations on TikTok, and blocked him. I made a vent post on TikTok too. It’s still up, but I may set it to private at some point. The bridge was already burnt; I just cut the rope because there was no way to repair it.

20 years down the drain. No one ever mentions how painful friendship break ups are. He was like a brother to me, but I can’t be friends with someone who treats me like that. Like those two decades didn’t happen. I honestly think I'll be upset over this for the rest of my life.

Z, if somehow you’ve found this post and are reading it, I want to thank you for the friendship we had while it lasted, and wish you and your wife the best. May you have many happy memories together...

#thunderfam #thunderfam sos #sky rambles #friendship breakup #vent post #tw: covid mention #serious post

[theluxuriansecret]

Diary Entry 02272024

7:39 pm

Dear Diary,

I have so many things on my plate, and also nothing at all. I am still woefully unemployed, which makes me so upset, but I digress. 2024 is nothing I thought it would be, in many many ways.

To start, I spent the last four days with my boyfriend. Our relationship is honestly going really well, but it is still very early. I sometimes have these thoughts about whether or not I'm a good partner, or whether or not I am good enough for him. Because of my unemployment status, I have been feeling incredibly low. I have so many ideas and dreams, and yet that is all they are. I don't put any action behind them, but that is going to change, and I will have the life I dream of and deserve. I want to be not only the woman he deserves, but the woman I deserve. On Friday, we met up in *redacted city* (on a trip he fully planned on his own) and we ate dinner, Chinese food because he knows I always have Chinese food on Friday, which was so sweet and thoughtful. We were drinking and he ended up getting too drunk or the mixture of liquor and Chinese food was just not sitting well with him, either way he ended up getting sick. I took care of it, i cleaned up his throw up, but he cried as asked me why I cared and it broke my heart. regardless, after that shit was cool. We went on our first "date" I guess and it that was good. I get quiet, sometimes I don't know what to say, and I don't want it to be the wrong thing, so I say nothing. I just need to work on being myself. I don't need to be a perfect person, and I really need to let it go.

In other news, I fear I may be shifting in other relationship dynamics. Growing closer to some and moving further from others, but I guess that's how it goes? Love doesn't die, it just changes. The love may change to hate, the love may evolve into indifference, but the love doesn't.. die does it? One of my closest friends, one I share matching tattoos with, maybe the feelings are all in my head, but he actions make me feel different. I feel like I am a convenient friend for her and not the person she truly wants to hang out with because she misses me, but more so I am available. The way she speaks to me sometimes is very unkind, and it makes me feel very uncomfortable. I always try to give it the benefit of the doubt but our last time hanging out really did it for me. We were talking about her car being dirty from the snow salt and I said something like "yeah, my car is fucked too" she didn't hear the too part and was like "fuck you" but the tone was not in a joking tone, it was just "fuck you". It really made me feel so uncomfortable and it's like her masks about me starts to slip. I'm really letting my gut feeling sway me on this because she makes weird "rude" comments all the time and THEN tries to play them off as a joke, but I never find it funny. It just sucks. I want to talk to her about it, but I fear she will think I am attacking her. The right moment will come about.

ALSO, I got to Miami in two weeks, I have yet to by nay clothes for the trip and I need to set dates for my graduation photos (which I don't want to take, but whatever). I just want college to fully be fucking behind me, I am over it.

SOTD: Pool by Still Woozy + Remi Wolf

#dear diary #online diary #journal #secret diary #journaling #secret journal #spotify #music #college #2024 #friendship #relationships #growing up #love #remi wolf #still woozy #sotd #song of the day #spotify music

[babykentthegent]

On Cloud Nine Months

The fact that Kent will be one-year-old in just three months seems impossible. My broken record statement is saying how fast time seems to be going by. All that to say, Kent is growing into such a fun, loving, and active little human. The last month has been about trying new things, learning new things, and going on new adventures!

When it comes to solids, Kent LOVES to eat. He is still warming up to certain foods, like berries or anything he deems too tart. He now has six visible teeth in the front which has somehow made his smile even more adorable. We just went to his 9-month checkup and learned he's as healthy as a horse. That's our #1 priority, so we're happy!

We broke out the hiking backpack for an afternoon walk with the dogs at the park. Don't let his tired look deceive you, he loved it! Overall, Kent is a happy baby. We get comments from friends and family all the time about how he doesn't cry, he's always smiling, and just what a good baby he is. We are here to inform everyone that he does in fact cry, but typically it's only when one of his core needs hasn't been met. I like to think that the book Happiest Baby on the Block really helped us, so highly recommend to new parents. Now 9-months in, we just try to do our best to predict his needs before he gets to that point. See exhibit A (above) of Kent with his friend Mina when he is super tired. He's also starting to notice when we leave him with the nanny or other people as he's more aware of what's going on.

One of the biggest highlights over the last month was our first ever family road trip to Cali. Being my family and I are originally from California, it was a family tradition growing up that Rob and I have vowed to do with Kent. Our first drive was to Chico/Oroville, which took us roughly 11 hours. There, we spent time with Kent's "Opa and Gigi". Even though my mom is no longer with us, the house felt warm, comforting, and I still felt her presence. Gina was kind enough to watch Kent one day so mom and dad could spend some time with my stepdad. It was a short, but nice visit.

Our second stop was Bakersfield to visit Kent's cousins and auntie. They LOVED Kent! Our niece, Olivia, was fortunate enough to have met Kent when he was a wee baby in WA, but this was Riley's first time meeting the baby. Seeing Kent with them really warmed our hearts. We were sad to only get to stay for a day, but were so glad we spent time together. The morning we were getting ready to leave, Riley was showing Kent how to crawl, after we shared with him that Kent was so close to crawling. Then, before our eyes, Kent mimicked his cousin and crawled for the first time! I could tell Riley felt special that he got to witness this and my mouth was hurting from grinning so much. What a wonderful way to give them our sendoff.

The final stop on our trip was in Long Beach to see my brother, sister-in-law, and more cousins of Kent's! The three kids were obsessed with Kent, which was fun to watch. The littlest, Kalei, kept showing Kent his toys, explaining things to Kent as if he understood, and dubbed him his buddy. With them being the closest in age out of all of Kent's cousins, I have a feeling they'll be fast friends. Even the two older kids, Kai, and Kamaile, showed a lot of interest in Kent. My sister also came over from Fullerton to spend time with us. The best way to describe it was happy chaos, which is honestly what I grew up with so it felt comforting and familiar.

We spent the days with my sister visiting the Long Beach aquarium and stopping by Laguna Beach. Kent really enjoyed the aquarium, admittedly more than I thought he would. At one point they had a star fish petting area, but Kent thought he could just play and splash in the water. Both embarrassing and hilarious. He loved the jelly fish the most. At the beach, it was Kent's first time seeing the ocean and touching sand. He was not a fan of the freezing cold water, but he did like the sand. He liked the sand so much that he took a giant handful and swiftly forced it in his mouth. I tried my best to get it out, but that's how kids learn I guess, haha!

This trip really filled our cups and reminded me how important it is to spend time with family. I didn't realize how much I needed that, but truly it just made us so happy to see Kent meet more of his family and making memories together, even if he doesn't remember. He was most certainly the star of the show! Kent also did surprisingly well in the car AND his favorite word on this trip was "mama" which has been music to my ears. We are hoping to make this an annual trip, either driving or flying to Cali. As for what we have to look forward to in the upcoming month:

Baby Proofing - Now that Kent is crawling, we need to further baby proof the whole house. We are in trouble!

Swim Lessons - Kent starts swim lessons on 3/9!

Hiking Trips - Now that Spring is around the corner and the weather is somewhat warming up, we hope to get out in nature more.

A huge thank you to our family for hosting us. We are beyond grateful to you and love you so much. Thanks for reading - until next time!

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Two actual conversations that I’ve had this weekend.

My dad: Did you watch UFC last night?

Me: No, it isn’t 2009. What are you talking about?

I had several years, 2007-ish to 2011-ish, when my best friend and I were at our local sports bar during every single UFC card. Knew all the fighters, followed it closely. I never made a clear, conscious decision to stop following it, the main thing that happened is we got busy with other stuff. We started coaching at more competitive levels and were out of town for tournaments most weekends. But I look at it now, at times hearing what’s going on in the UFC because people around me talk about it, and it’s always fucked up. “Oh look, that fighter I used to hate because he was kind of a dick is now a bona fide violent criminal. I’m not shocked.” I’m quite fine with not being into that anymore. I don’t know how my father hasn’t noticed that I haven’t mentioned the UFC in over ten years.

Joe Rogan was a commentator the last time I followed the UFC. I was, it still hurts me to say, a fan. Not specifically a fan of Joe Rogan the person or anything, I didn’t go and watch his comedy or do DDT just because he told me to (that sounds like a joke but it’s not, if you spend enough time in a local MMA community, and I have, you’re going to know multiple people who’ve done DDT at Joe Rogan’s recommendation, and I do). But I really liked his commentary. Honestly, he was a good commentator. I didn’t know he was going to ruin the entire world.

My friends: See you at practice.

Me: Oh, sorry I can’t come today to coach an actual wrestling practice, containing both actual people from real life and actual wrestling, because I have to stay home and watch a bunch of British comedians wrestle. No, obviously they’re not going to actually wrestle. They’re going to do that thing that we all hate for being a weird pantomime that’s co-opted the name of the sport to which we’ve dedicated our lives, and has become what people think we mean when we tell them what we do. Yes, I definitely have to watch a lot of people I’ve never met do that. No I can’t watch it after practice, I have to see it live. And I can’t come coach after, because I’ve decided to treat it like a UFC night and drink beer while I watch it, to recapture a little of the fun we used to have in sports bars in 2009. Except, you know, hopefully this time I’ll have that fun while watching fewer actual violent racist criminals. If you don’t like the fact that this is the closest we can now get to enjoying anything like this without feeling guilty for enjoying a toxic cesspit, then take it up with Joe Rogan, he’s the one who ruined the entire world.

…I didn’t actually say all that, but that was the gist. Anyway, this is happening today at 3 PM my time, 8 PM their time, in case anyone else was unaware of that and wants to watch. I don’t quite know what to expect, but I’m almost sure they’re not going to spread a single bit of vaccine-related disinformation throughout the entire event, so they’re already coming out on top, really.

[2darklymelanatedstories]

Some of y'all already know this story. Just reposted it. About time I get started on part 2.

You will be mine (ft Piccolo & Chichi)

Part 1

Everything went downhill when he left. When he died at the hands of a monster, who the police still could not find, and left Gohan and I alone, along with another baby already on the way. Having one more mouth to feed while working at my horrid job just to make ends meet and make sure my baby boy doesn't go to bed hungry.

Goku wasn't the most involved parent but he kept us living a comfortable life. He kept us safe and happy but now he's gone and we couldn't even give him a proper send off because the detectives still haven't found the body of my supposedly deceased husband.

"There was blood all over the scene. The DNA match, it's your husband. But there's footsteps leading away from the scene but they stop at a dead end."

How could his corpse just get up. Was he still alive?

"An anonymous witness said that they saw his body there before we arrived. The footprints match with the sneakers he wore."

It doesn't make sense. He couldn't have just walked away and vanished of the face of the earth.

"It's no doubt that this is a suicide. There isn't any evidence of another human being that was at the scene of the crime."

They say it was suicide but I know my Goku. He was too happy to have taken his own life. He had so much to live for. He had his life, his friends. He had us...he had me.

No. Someone must've done it. For some reason Goku's good nature got him more enemies than friends. Someone must've done it.

"Alright, ma'am. Since you keep pushing for this, who you do think would want your husband dead?"

A lot of people. The people that couldn't get rid of Goku just as he couldn't get rid them.

"Frieza? You better have some pretty tight evidence and a lot of guts to be accusing one of the most powerful people on Earth for murdering your husband."

"Cell? Cell has been locked in holding for years. He couldn't have done this and the androids have done their time. Your husband even fought for their freedom, remember?"

"Chi Chi, you honestly think the husband of Bulma Briefs could have done this? If it were Vegeta we'd have known by now. I know this is a hard time but you should stop wasting our time and going around accusing people. You have a child to look after. You don't wanna have anyone suing or pressing charges."

Could even be one of his closest friends. These guys weren't always angels when they met Goku. But maybe they were right. Maybe I let Goku's death get to me. I can't worry about that now. I have a child to look after and soon I'll have two.

Speaking of which...

"Hey mom we're back." Placing the sparkling clean plate, from my absentminded cleaning, back into the sink, I placed a smile on my face before turning to my little boy who was already running to me to trap in one of his powerful bear hugs.

"Sorry we're late. We got held up a bit.",he said.

"It was my fault." The sound of the deep baritone voice echoed in the kitchen as he stepped in with one hand stuffed in his jean pocket and the other one clutching something tightly in his palm.

"We thought we'd get you something nice." He looked at Gohan, giving him a smirk. "Right, Gohan?"

"Yeah!!" My little boy started jumping up and down excitedly then grabbed my hand impatiently to drag me to the outside.

"Ok calm down! What is it you wanted me to–"

My eyes widened. In front of me was a big red capsule Corp brand car with a large white bow on the hood. Probably a newer model since I haven't seen much of them driven around.

"What a beautiful car." I was about to ask why piccolo suddenly got himself a new car when he came up next to me swaying the keys on his finger.

"And it's all yours."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Mine?"

"Yep. I figured it'd help that you don't have to take the bus to work everyday plus it'd save you alot of time on your errands."

I was stuck between feeling happy and grateful for the thought and amazing gift, and feeling insulted to be thought of as a charity case. I don't know how many times I've told him that I was fine. I wasn't a damsel in distress that needed saving. I could do this one my own but–he's so sweet.

Ever since Goku "died" Piccolo has been nothing but helpful despite me practically chasing him away whenever he offered his services or money. Goku wasn't a very wealthy man and he didn't have life insurance so when he died he left us high and dry, but Piccolo would always be there...for some reason.

Always coming around whenever he had the chance to spend time with Gohan or just to keep me company and be my shoulder to cry on whenever I missed Goku.

Maybe it has something to do with him being very close to Gohan but I can't complain. Out of all the people I know, Piccolo proved to be the one I can trust.

"So, do you want to try it out?",he asked. I was so busy with my own thoughts I didn't even realize that he had opened the door for me.

"Uh," Gohan suddenly had a nervous look on his face. "Are you sure about this, Mr Piccolo? Mom is a already a force to be reckoned with, now imagine what her with road rage would be like.

Piccolo's eyes widened looking as if he paled at the thought. "On second thought, it's getting dark. Maybe we should try it out another–"

"Nope, too late!",I shouted, jumping into the driver's seat and clutching the steering wheel just in case the boys would try pulling me out.

Piccolo got into the driver's seat and we noticed the little scamp trying to creep away.

Piccolo honked the horn, startling him and freezing him on the spot. "Gohan, get in here!"

"But I've got homework–"

"Oh no, it was your idea to go car shopping. If I die, you're dying with me."

I rolled my eyes as I turned the key. "Jeez, you don't drive for a few years and now people are afraid you might kill them."

Hearing a laugh from my passenger I turned to find his obsidian eyes staring back at me. His eyes were filled with something, something I can't put my finger on.

I noticed his lip twitch a bit before he turned away from me and put his seatbelt on. "Let the kid stay home and I'll judge your terrible driving myself."

"It's passengers like you that make me wanna crash the car.",I teased earning a growl and slightly terrified look on his face. I rolled down my window and told Gohan to stay safe and that I'd be back soon.

Piccolo scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, covering the Namek logo on his white T-shirt. "He'll be fine, it's me I'm more worried about."

•••

"So how was that?",I asked with a smug look on my face as I parked the car outside his home. Hey, he had to get home somehow.

He grunted. "I'm surprised I made it in one piece."

"Listen, if you're too chicken then don't ride with me next time."

"Very funny.",he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Raising my head up with a smile I replied with, "I know, I'm hilarious."

He gave me a scowl to which I just laughed at because I couldn't take him seriously no matter how intimidating he might seem.

"Thank you.",I said once I regained composure. "For everything. I really appreciate you helping our family out."

He flashed me a rare smile. "Well it wasn't easy, what with you threatening to end my life with your murderous frying pan and all."

I nudged him in the arm. "Leave my frying pan out of this."

I took his hand in mine, feeling how he stiffened lightly at my touch. He looked at me and I gave him a warm smile. "Goku was right about you and I see why Gohan loves you too. I'm lucky to have a friend like you, Piccolo."

He sighed, it sounded...sad. Maybe it was because the mention of Goku.

"Yeah, friends.",he muttered. "That's what they're for, right?"

I squeezed his hand gently and I felt him do the same. There seemed to be a lingering before he let go and got out of the car.

I said my goodbyes and drove off for home. I'm about to have another baby in 8 months. I have to find my husband's killer, with or without the stupid police. At least I know that I'll have Piccolo by my side to help me.

•••

Intoxicated, he stepped into the dark room where the only light source was coming from the open door from which he came him and the windows where the curtains weren't shut. Finishing his glass of whiskey in one chug, he manoeuvred his way to his bed, the torturous words still replaying in his mind.

When he neared his bed, he noticed the box on his dresser. The box he forgot to put back in his hiding place. The box he didn't want to put back. He loved looking at it. The box brought back that loving memory.

The box that contained the ring.

The ring of the man he had murdered.

A devilish smirk shaped his lips as he opened it, the moonlight shining on the gold ring.

He held it up to his face as a chuckle left his lips which immediately turned into a deranged cackle.

Phase one was complete.

"You will be mine."

#goku #piccolo #dragonball z #goku x chichi #piccolo x chichi #gohan #vegeta #Frieza #piccochi #chiccolo #dragonball #dragonball super #dbz super

[decompose1]

Hey so, I have a question about Amanita if you're okay with answering! I wantex to ask, how do other objects (besides Crt and Amanita's family I'm assuming) react to aer strange diet consiting of rotting organisms? Does the average stranger/passerby/acquaintance usually react with disgust? discomfort? Do people usually try to atleast be polite about their negative perceptions? More subtle? How many-

(cont) Times have people been more openly rude about it? Did Amanita get shamed or harassed over it very often? I'm just curious to know more about that! <:)

OKAY SO!! this is a sorta fun topic, because it has a lot to do with my ideas about object specbio/culture/etc, particularly with fungi, which i've thought about SO much.

so!! consumption of rot is pretty normal for fungi- essential, even! here's a like. short diagram

Fungi are specialized for consuming decaying material, and not doing so would be sort of difficult for them!

So it would be expected.... if you . really knew anything ABOUT fungi. Which is not necessarily that widespread- for a reason!

Fungi tend to be rarer in regular cities- they often live in clusters, in their own sort of dedicated towns. There are two primary reasons for this, mostly boiling down to their mycelium networks + their tendency to totally wreck buildings with fungus/mold/humidity/etc.

So they're kind of!! Not an object you see every day in a regular city, although they definitely CAN and do live there sometimes, most just. prefer not to for the listed reasons (and i'll explain further in another post but i'm already rambling a bit more than i need to here, hehehe).

... Anyways! Ama moved out to a big city, which is where ae met CRT + others. And- yeah, most people thought it was kinda weird and gross. Ae IS eating straight-up mold and rot, and a lot of other objects just aren't used to/aware of the dietary preferences/the science of fungi, so. It's. A little shocking sometimes!! I implied this a little in the comic where CRT meets Flowerbox (here).

CRT was already aware of Ama's needs/prefs because they studied mycology! So this wasn't surprising to them, just fascinating, since it had to do with their own passion for biology/mycology/etc.

Honey Fungus + Amanita's family are also fungi, and came from the same town, so they all have the same diet :o)

I thiiiink. Uranium Glass would've quietly found it really strange, and might've mentioned, like, "that's spoiled, you know", but would probably just stop questioning it if ae confirmed that was the intention. Whatever, Ama can eat whatever weird stuff ae wants, it doesn't affect him so he doesn't care that much. Flowerbox, as you see, thinks it's kinda weird and gross, but changed his mind a little when CRT talked about it. Still weird, but CRT's gesture was sweet. Skirt might've been the most understanding? Her general attitude is "oh, well, we all have our things, i'm not about to go judging! That's what makes you special!". Skirt is very nice.

Milk was probably the hardest sell on this because she's just generally kind of stubborn and opinionated. She's the most likely to have complained any, but she, as Ama's closest friend in the city (Honey being the closest from aer hometown), would've warmed up and eventually kind of. Quietly given aer dishes she "didn't eat in time". Admittedly, she probably made it for aer and didn't wanna say so. Ama knew this. Milk is just tough.

Anyways! Other than the Defined Characters, i think most public reactions were either quiet disgust or people just politely attempting to ignore the weird thing happening in public. Probably some occasional mocking/questions/etc, but honestly, Amanita likely never quite understood why this was so weird to anyone. It's just what fungi do, naturally!

sorry this is Entirely Too Long! i've got to make a more organized post about my fungus object thoughts

#rip destroying angel #object show community

[askaborderline]

I’ve always really romanticized the idea of having a best friend that I could do and share everything with but I feel like this disorder prevents me from having one. I get attached to easily and inevitably end up turning them into an FP, which is unhealthy.

The last time I had a best friend was before I got diagnosed or even knew what an FP was but looking back… they were definitely an FP. And I’m just sad because they were the closest friend I’ve ever had and for some time I WAS living out that romanticized version of friendship with them up until somebody else came into the picture and eventually replaced me. Then that dream was over. We became more distant and eventually the friendship ended while those two experienced that level of friendship that I’ve since been craving and yearning for ever since.

But the problem is that I’m not even sure if it’s possible for me to have that kind of friendship and it makes me extremely sad. Hearing the word “Inseparable” makes me sad. Listening to the song “Just the two of us” makes me sad. Seeing two very close friends with an unbreakable bond makes me sad because I know I can never have that thanks to this disorder. I always just turn them into an FP and it becomes an unhealthy obsession. And thanks to my previous friendship wherein my “best friend” just replaced me for somebody else, it makes me afraid that the same thing will happen all over again and I’ll end up being crushed and heartbroken so I just avoid getting close with anyone altogether.

And it feels like I’m stuck having to endure a lifetime of being acquaintances and casual friends with others where it’s easier to cope with them coming and going and nothing more than that. But I still YEARN for that kind of a best friendship where you basically do everything together and have an unbreakable bond because I’ve never had that growing up and experiencing it one time was the happiest I’ve ever felt.

The last time I had a best friend… someone else came into the picture and eventually replaced me… we became more distant and eventually the friendship ended…

While being replaced by someone is unfortunately a common experience, it is not the end-all-be-all and only option. I’m really sorry that happened to you, and it’s a really sad thing to go to and reflect on retrospectively.

I’m not even sure if it’s possible for me to have that kind of friendship

What you had once you can have again. Things never happen just once. But as someone with BPD it does take a lot of effort to maintain that kind of relationship. And they can last decades and still fall apart.

It feels like I’m stuck having to endure a lifetime of being casual acquaintances and casual friends

Well, just because something has the potential to end badly, and perhaps even a higher likelyhood of ending in general doesn’t mean it’s not worth it to try… especially if you ARE wanting more…

I’ve always romanticized the idea of having a best friend that I can do everything and share everything with

I wonder if that’s a BPD thing in general too, because I’ve always felt hyper-interested in having the perfect romantic relationship into sexual relationship as I got older… I’m very lucky I grew up with not one but two best friends in the whole wide world that I still talk to… and for sure for a while they started choosing each other over me and that hurt a lot until I told my primary best friend about it and she made the effort to include me more (I think. Honestly that whole time was kind of a blur). And I mean her and I have had our share of fights including a very big one that lasted a few months and almost ended us. But we pushed through. Through me moving away my friends have moved on and met other people and I’m not the constant daily presence I was in their lives having gone to school with them every day from Kindergarten and Third Grade to graduation… so I can tell you from personally experience there are people out there who won’t leave you from your BPD… but the trade off is that I’m not as close with them anymore… and when I started going through the rough patch in my life is when we weren’t close because they were more so choosing each other… but at that time I did have someone who stuck by me through all my very big BPD ups and downs only to leave me years later… from the happy moments with that person it really was a fairytale romance that was everything it’s cracked up to be that fell into domestic bliss. But I think in the end they left me over everything that happened during that time with my bpd. But my two best friends? Well, like I said, we aren’t as close but they’re still around. So in that regard I understand where you’re coming from. But I have to believe someone will love me like that again and that you’ll have a friend like that again. Because what else is there besides hope?

#aab #mod spooky

[megarywrites]

(from @flowerprose) 13 & 19!

thank you @flowerprose!

13 | What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

well, a part of Thala's story deals with sexual assault, which isn't exactly an easy topic to delve into. I do hope I'm doing this particular plot line justice as for easy, I'd probably say relationships in general, of any variety. I love exploring how different characters interact with each other it's one of my favorite parts of the writing process lol

19 | Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

oh boy laksdjfla let's see how long i let this get. I actually got into writing because of my sister! she'd been working on a developing a fantasy retelling of Sleeping Beauty while she was in college and she had been bouncing ideas off of me for a while. I was at work (at a bakery, just for the setting of it all lol) and listening to this song by Celtic Thunder and I started thinking about the book she was writing because she wanted to go with a Celtic-inspired fantasy world and when I got home I wrote down the entire plot (eleven pages front to back, hand-written lmao) for what would be our first book together (aka the wip that I'll switch to when i finish the first draft of Seafoam). A few years went by, we eventually moved in together and I thought that was great because it'd be the first time we were living together since we started writing these books (we were two books in at the time), but then she ended up not wanting to continue writing together and so she gave me what is now Dracrie. it really threw me off for a while, and I strongly considered quitting writing because I didn't think I'd be able to write a good enough story without her help. But, gradually, I found my way back after a few false starts. and then I got hit with the insane urge to dedicate four years to writing a nearly 700k+ word fanfic and so i got derailed from my book series. Do I regret it? Sorta? in like, I wish I could have dedicated that time to working on my series. but I also don't regret it, because I met some of my closest friends through the comments of that fic, and writing something that long helped me realized that: - i could write a complete story that people would stick with and love until the end - i could do it on my own during this time, I had the idea for Seafoam, and I knew the longer I thought about it that I wanted it to be my debut novel. I finished the fic almost a year ago, and like the day after I finished, I went on a mini vacation to the beach and started chapter 1 of Seafoam lol that's where I am now, and i'm honestly so proud of my progress. I've gotten really confident in my abilities in the 10+ years i've been writing, and I'm very content being on my own, because it means i don't have to compromise when it comes to my characters and the plots i devise. where i'm going? well, hopefully I'll be published sooner rather than later, but I want whatever I publish to be as polished as humanly possible, so I'm okay with giving myself the space and time to do that. as to whether i'll be trad or self published, i'm still undecided but currently leaning more towards self

send me weird writing asks?

#ask #flowerprose #thank you again!!

[golbrocklovely]

Personally I get where you’re coming from when it comes to Corey & Jake. Especially with Corey, things just seemed really odd how it all worked out since what he said and his actions don’t line up. Of course people can change their minds but it seemed like almost an immediate switch from avoiding paranormal exploring videos to jumping in head first.

With Jake, I feel like he doesn’t necessarily pretend like SnC don’t exist at least from what I’ve seen personally. I think him and a lot of others just don’t see the point in addressing those questions or comments because they’ll never stop anyways and they’d rather focus on building their own brands rather than being known as SnC’s friends/ex-friends (whatever it may be). Something could have also gone down that we never saw so which led them to naturally distance themselves since it felt pretty sudden. I guess at the end of the day it is what it is.

i think the thing with both of jake and corey is that, especially with jake, they've been friends with snc for YEARS. not a year or two like some of the other friends, but years. literally they all met back on vine. so it just seems like such a waste of a friendship to spend all that time together and now ignore each other.

snc still talk about jake and corey. briefly, but always in a positive way. jake and corey don't even mention snc. it's just so strange to me.

honestly to me it feels like what happened was something that was probably really stupid and really petty. someone probably didn't communicate that they were upset, and instead of doing that, they just ghosted. that's what this feels like. but i could be wrong so who knows.

i think it's one of those things where around the time they all stopped living together, my best friend of ten years dropped our friendship. and to see snc not only lose two of their closest friends, but also their whole group, i was just… pissed off for them. bc i was basically in the same situation. and i know, at least from my experience, that friendships can end for the dumbest of reasons; like someone not communicating well enough.

at the end of the day, it's fine that jake and corey aren't friends with snc. i just will always find it weird that they left and then pretend to ignore snc. yes, i get wanting their own recognition, but it doesn't change the fact that they are just pretending snc don't exist.

#ask #personal #sam and colby #jake webber #corey scherer

[prismatic-dreaming]

tav backstory ask game! 1, 2, 11, 15 👀

Is your Tav Baldurian? If yes, did they grow up in Baldur’s Gate? If no, where are they from?

She looks to you with a smile. "Ah, yes, I am - I wasn't born here, but it's been my home since childhood. My mum and I moved here when I was around 12, so we've been here for about half my life at this point. It's an interesting place to call home, that's for sure. We live in the Lower City, though I've spent time outside the city at the Selûnite enclave as well."

Does your Tav have any siblings? Are they close?

"Two, actually! Both adopted and notably younger, but I care for them dearly. Faeryl's ten, she's the kid of one of our neighbors who was killed when she was a baby. Thankfully I was watching Fae at the time. We'd thought someone had gone after her for being a drow or she'd gotten into some trouble, but now I think I know what actually happened... and I'd say I've gotten what justice I could for her. She's a good kid, curious about magic and helps me make potions sometimes. I'd be happy to help her on her journey if she learns magic sometime." There's also Kaelis, my little brother, he's twelve. Little troublemaker, but he's a good kid. Hopefully he'll stay out of trouble. There's some kids I ran into on my journey that reminded me of him.

Did your Tav know or know of any of the other characters?

"I had heard of Gale before, actually. I'm no wizard, nor the biggest fan of many, honestly - it's the magical elitism and the common audacity. But I keep in the loop on and have done some research on magic and mages. I never would have expected that an archmage would be someone I could sympathize with on having volatile magic inside of you. Though mine isn't threatening to kill me - anymore at least - nor is it explosive. I think. He'll get on my nerves at times, but we get along fairly well. Not the closest, but we are friends.

And of course I'd heard of the Blade of Frontiers, though I didn't know much about Wyll beyond the stories before we met. I always respected him, but didn't expect to meet him or end up as one of my dearest friends. Same goes with Jaheira and Minsc - and Boo, of course - strange circumstances to end up with revered heroes as friends. Though I suppose I ended up becoming one too. Still feels a bit odd."

Do they have any sentimental items?

this is the one that took me awhile to come up with (alongside siblings)

"Yeah. My mum's an artisan, makes jewelry, trinkets, various metal things. When I was little, and I had a pretty rough time when my powers were coming in, and she'd tell me I was as strong as a dragon, and that I'd make it through. I didn't get to see her as often as either of us would have liked when I was recovering. It couldn't be helped, since she had to get a new job and find a place we could live in the city. But one day when she came to visit she'd made me a little dragon and put it on a cord as a pendant. It meant a lot to me, reminded me of her encouragement. And I did get better." She's been holding onto the pendant, which she holds up to show. "I still wear it, and it was a good reminder during some of my tough times finally getting a real hand on my powers along my journey - though I learned to rely on the people around me too."

"During my adventures, I also found an owlbear plushie somewhere along the road that I ended up attached to. Named 'em Feathers, and they're little buddies with Clive." She chuckles. "I leave 'em next to him when we head out for the day." (note: clive is karlach's teddy bear and sera is dating karlach they are in love <3 added just in case for the few non bg3 playing friends who might read)

#tav ask game answers #oc: seraphine #bg3 tav #trying to keep my tags more organized and she has no surname so she gets an oc tag #since i went wait when i actually post stuff myself it shows up in searches for those tags #asks #ask game answers #this sat in my askbox for like a MONTH cause i kept being forgetful and just thinking about it instead of actually typing it #and getting distracted by the game #sera's playthrough is done now i've been on and off working on euphie (durge) now #and hyperfixated on it to the degree that my senior project is about bg3 and choice now.

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Guardians of the Ninshū by BSmolerLOL

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, Spanish, Adventure & Fantasy, Boruto U., Inojin Y., Shikadai N., Sumire K., Words: 97k+, Favs: 2, Follows: 2, Published: May 18 Updated : Sep 2

twoChapter 1: Prologue

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Those memories are still etched in my deepest memories. Some were not so encouraging and not pleasant, but specifically, he always remembered who I saw from day to day.

I spent it in the temple of my family, specifically my mother's. She had always been for generations, she always said it every hour of the day, but I never paid much attention to her.

Few things mattered to him in what they told me, but something that I always dedicated myself to was spending it with the people closest to me, and those were my friends.

I honestly don't think I can mention any of them, but specifically I got together with two, being the most important for me since I was a child; A boy and a girl.

The first was someone who trusted everything he could and did. He accompanied me everywhere, although he knew that he thought it was a very bad idea, in addition to the fact that he knew about the bad decisions he made. I remember how nice he was sometimes, and he always took care of me from my other friend. A protector with us, so to speak.

And then there was the second. A girl who was my childhood friend. Among the three of us, she was the most understanding and she always made sure that he and I didn't fight about something, although we never did it because of our parents. Both his family and mine were very keen to get along because of the friendships they had. That was the reason and others why we met, in addition to the fact that her position was almost identical to mine.

If there is one thing I can mention about his appearance, it is that his hair was black, more or less in the shade of a jet color. It was a bit short, but enough to say that even though she was a girl, I thought she was cute and I was honestly in love with her.

The two of them were the most precious to me, and between the three of us we made sure that we were the most capable to have everything under control with our respective families.

Have a future. Always smile. As time passed we would continue as the same, that was our priority, our wish. I guess things never turn out to be what you usually plan.

Sometimes I look at the sky and see the stars. In a way I take them as my childhood friends. For me the two of them were like stars from which they guided me. They gave me strength. Especially her. Her hair and eyes were always what he most enjoyed seeing.

In the end I could never express myself well enough to tell him how I felt. Neither he nor she is with me. Now I am alone and aimless, with no idea when this painful process that I call "getting lost" will end. Sometimes I don't even know who I am when I contemplate over and over again the past, my past.

I had been naive not to have realized how much there was between us and our charges.

Anyway. In the end, we all have our good beginnings that, in the blink of an eye, end badly.

Now that I am far away, I can only say that I miss you; my two friends, my mother, my sister and my father. All of them I will continue to have in my mind and in my heart, for now.

—Uzumaki Boruto

by BSmolerLOL

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, Spanish, Adventure & Fantasy, Boruto U., Inojin Y., Shikadai N., Sumire K., Words: 97k+, Favs: 2, Follows: 2, Published: May 18 Updated : Sep 2

twoChapter 2: Chapter 1: The New Generation

ARCO I: The destiny marked by a star.

Chapter 1: The New Generation

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It had touched the morning of Thursday, May 6, days in which the temperature from time to time rose to a considerable degree of fatigue for some.

In a certain one-room dorm in "Academy City", where he began to feel the hot air flowing throughout the enclosed space of his room. There, Boruto Uzumaki was unable to do anything, or at least try.

Today there was nothing but just heat, fearing that the temperature would continue to rise.

It was one of many reasons for wanting to turn on the refreshing air conditioning to combat this heat. However, there were also why he was not going to do it. One of them is that you could spend much more on electricity. He was pretty sure he would cry in frustration when he read the receipt for his consecutive use, and another reason would be how upset he was right now.

A day ago a lightning struck that destroyed more than 70% of the city's electrical appliances on a large scale.

Not much was known about it and it is possible that there is still maintenance for this part of the city, however, among the most important, it damaged his things. It included the fridge that kept all his usual food. Although, there was this inconvenience of having forgotten that he hasn't bought anything these days.

Luckily he has been eating out at some small ramen or hamburger stand. Although, there was also her other problem with her wallet, hoping not to waste much more money. Also what she had on her student point card.

Everything started to bother him, so he tried to go back to sleep, but as soon as he thought about it, he received a message that was from one of his friends:

Hey, you better come quick. Today the missing people will not be saved. Apparently today there will be an instant practice test. I suggest you come quickly.

—Shikadai.

As soon as he delicately read his friend's message, he got up immediately looking at the clock.

— «No, no. This can not be." Boruto thought as he took off the t-shirt he was wearing as pajamas, and changed into his summer uniform in just a few 3 minutes.

He had been able to be absent today for only having done the theoretical exam that was applied yesterday in class, which he passed without any problem.

There was no contemplating the possibility of a practical exam. When she heard something like that in class, her body couldn't help but tremble with nerves. She was beginning to fear for her future. Basically they are more than development programs for his gifts, so he will be forced to take one or another physical activity that can take him to the human limit.

Worst of all for Boruto is that he was not feeling very energetic due to the lack of breakfast in his stomach. The exam will go worse with the hunger that he was finding.

"It seems they never leave the students alone." They are only interested in making empty promises and without honor. —The Uzumaki tried to think positively, while he made excuses to ignore his bad luck that rubbed him in the face.

Then he went down the hallway of the apartment until he reached his shoes at the entrance and left.

Being a building that was made up of many apartments for students of the same age, it had approximately 6 floors. He, who was in the fifth, made it more complicated for him not to take longer to go down every day.

As soon as he went down to the bottom of the stairs he didn't stop to continue on his way until he left that corner of student apartments to reach the street. He was just going to take at least 5 minutes to get to the bus stop and then get a ride to school.

He looked up at the starry sky, feeling great peace and relief when he saw it. He didn't really know why, but he only sensed that today wouldn't be so bad... Well, you have to be very positive to change your luck with just words.

"At least the weather is really good, it would be nice to at least buy some ice cream just for today…" the Uzumaki mutters to himself as he changes into a positive mood.

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The young Uzumaki stared blankly from his seat, pondering how much he had spent studying this semester, in this class, but even now, he was also very intrigued by one thing currently.

His first year tutor from Class 7, Senju Tsunade, who was standing behind the table facing him.

Everyone in the room kept looking from time to time below the top of it. No one could help but admit the complexity and incredible size of her breasts.

Some said that they could measure 106 cm, or maybe more. In addition, there was the matter of his age, which was speculated to be beyond 50, but he seemed like someone who was around 27 years old.

This teacher really was part of one of the seven great mysteries of the school, in addition to being an untouchable beauty.

"Listen well, even though your Sensei wants to forbid you from doing the practical exam you're going to have, either because of your grades or because you're one of the highest for having gotten a good grade." He glanced at Boruto, who turned his gaze on the mere moment so as not to attract attention. It is mandatory that you take this exam if you want to improve your skills and raise your level.

Everyone fell silent, looking at each other as they turned back to the older woman.

“Sensei is saying this because I care about you too. There is nothing that makes me more proud than to see them succeed in their future. And well, if they fail, they will have to play a punishment game.

"Sensei, this... Are you talking about playing poker with losers?" That wouldn't be very good!

"Right, for someone with very bad luck it's something I can't see."

—The same goes for Boruto —another who was next to him—. What he least wants and would not like is to take advantage of his bad luck, Sensei.

"Yes~ but Mr. Yamanaka, both he and you have a high chance of things going wrong... but in another aspect... do you get it?"

Boruto feels an immense pressure that he could not handle, having that smile that his teacher dedicated to him and his partner next to him.

—It seems that Tsunade-sensei will be very focused on what you will do.

Sitting in front of the Yamanaka was the eyes from the front of the two boys from the back. A young man in jet with a spiky ponytail. He scowled at the boy who dragged Boruto into an unsympathetic situation.

"I don't think there will be a problem," the Yamanaka replied. Anyway, she's always keeping an eye on us for being one of those who haven't had her Awakening, so there's nothing to get nervous about.

"I wish I had that nonchalance of yours."

Both he Uzumaki and the Nara, looked a little dull at their partner, still showing displeasure at the comment.

"Besides, wouldn't it be great to get hurt in the exam?" It would be a good excuse to be taken to the infirmary.

-It does not matter? Shikadai looked at him a little suffocated by his friend's delusions, unfortunately. If you fail, it is possible that you will have to repeat the exam, but much more difficult, or in the worst case; do a full course of everything and not have summer vacations.

"It will be worth it if you are attended by our beautiful nurse." Anyone would be very pleased with her services. You will definitely gain a lot of experience if you get scolded by that kind of girl.

“You dreamer…! You're a basket case if you keep up that stuff! Tsunade exclaimed pointing at the Yamanaka.

All the students in the room turned to look at him with indifference.

Like the others, Boruto was looking at his friend, letting himself be carried away to be part of the room. He wanted to defend his partner and friend, but his very personality made it very difficult.

"The other two over there!" He called the attention of the Uzumaki and the Nara. I hope they do well!

These harsh study methods are not as flashy as you imagined when you entered this city.

Even a student who may be in a school studying telekinesis has to work so hard that the blood vessels in his brain may burst in order to prevent him from failing and ending up in the hospital in the process.

Besides, he supposed that the bad mood his Sensei was in was only the beginning of what would be his practical exam for his gifts. There was that possibility that at the end of the exam; if he were to fail, it is very possible that they would spend more time in school.

Boruto and Shikadai could only stay in their seats, looking at Senju Tsunade, who was still standing in front, even close to them would make both of them forget to breathe.

"Did you understand?"

A dark and terrifying look fell on his face. Professor Tsunade really hates people who mention the word "old", but she likes when people call her "cute".

Everyone immediately tried to prepare for the exam, hoping that it would not be so devastating for many of them.

-Following!

His Sensei's shout resounded throughout the field behind the school. They all had their physical education uniform; the girls are white, but with red edges and the boys the opposite, being blue. The shorts the same color of the same as the respective edges.

Everyone was very excited about the exam. The Uzumaki knew it just by looking at the serious face of each one.

The activities were not the same, nor could they be for the whole group. Many had different kinds of gifts that they couldn't take the same test for.

From a part of the end of the place, the Uzumaki did nothing more than observe each of his classmates. There were all kinds of abilities; some threw fireballs from their hands towards one of the targets that put them in front of them, others had to do their best to move a metallic object, being those who had the gift of controlling magnetism, also of throwing lightning, etc.

Each of his gifts were amazing, and it made him very excited, but not all of them were going to lead to a promising outcome for his future. No one could yet exceed his limits. A limit that was only left for their current rank of each.

"Hey, Shikadai...

-What happened? She asked-. Are you very nervous?

He walked to his side, looking out of the corner of his eye in the same direction Boruto was seeing where his other companions lay.

—Is it so complicated to exceed your limits to make your gift stronger?

"It's difficult to tell you," he answered with great disinterest. I remind you that I don't have one to know.

“Oh, I forgot.

"Are you making fun of me?" —He annoyed his friend.

Boruto sighs tiredly, even though he hasn't even started his part of the exam that was about to start.

"I couldn't…" he whispered.

“Well, many scientists in the city have commented that they are obtained after reaching a certain age…

"Which we already passed…" Boruto continued between a low growl. I wonder if it's like when it's a girl's period.

"Don't say it like that, it'll make it sound like all three of us are pregnant!"

Between the two of them, Yamanaka had thrown himself at the two, while strangling them with his arms. The comment had been so disturbing to be mentioned between the three of them that it was drawing the attention of some who were around.

Between one look or another, Boruto managed to see some girls whispering to each other without taking his eyes off them.

"Don't say it like that!" exclaimed the jet in disgust, trying to separate from the other two.

"Stop wasting time and just move on!"

Sensei Senju stomped on the ground, causing it to creak very frighteningly about 10 meters away from her area.

That was the gift of superhuman strength. A gift in which you pushed your human limits to the fullest of their potential in terms of strength and endurance.

Apart from his attractive old Sensei, in this academy city there is a student who has that same gift, being close to being someone else who is close to being able to be one of the strongest. Currently there are 5, and each one represents great schools or universities.

He had heard such rumors before, but they only made him uncomfortable, either because of the envy he had towards such highly gifted people, or because of his other personal problems. He would prefer to stay away from the latter.

He took one last look at the others, seeing how they all continued to strive from their own gifts. He felt too excluded from society and from the same academy city in which he was living.

Sensei began to line them up, between the three of them, beginning their own practice test.

As individuals who had not had their Awakening , their exam was going to be more than just an obstacle course. A good and efficient way to have your current physical capabilities assessed.

—Start!

Senju Sensei's scream had echoed through their heads, turning like a starter switch for their bodies to rush forward.

Among the three, the Nara had been advancing, being much faster than the two behind. Although, certainly the slowest of them was always Yamanaka as he was not always enthusiastic about these things. On the other hand, today he was more so by not being a test bag by the teacher.

Everything seemed normal except for that, and yet the Uzumaki was another one who had changed the order. He was a little behind the two. His mind was not very focused on the exam.

"Boruto, you're falling behind!"

Hearing Shikadai far ahead, he snapped back to the present, quickening his pace until he passed Inojin and then caught up with the raven.

They never intended to make a career in the exams because they were very subjective and did not let them do things well.

Upon reaching the next obstacle, which involved climbing a large wall ahead of support parts in each part. However, the teacher had done her thing again by beginning to throw balls at them with great force so that they would lose concentration.

One of these balls had knocked one of the Yamanaka's arms down a bit, but he held on to one of the linebackers with his other hand. Shikadai narrowly managed to evade them, just like Boruto.

An unfortunate case was when the Uzumaki had managed to reach the top of the wall, but when he did, one of the balls hit him hard on his cheek until he fell from that height to the ground.

Perhaps it was the imagination of the rest, but it seemed that something had broken in that fall.

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Opening his eyes, Uzumaki proceeded to slowly get up until he felt a horrible pain in his neck. He wasn't sure if it had been something normal, but he supposed it was one of the reasons he was now in bed.

Soon his memories had flown back to before he fell unconscious. She had her exam, but apparently something had hit his face. Remembering it was just the beginning to make the cheek of her that received that blow burn again. He had a bandage on her, he had noticed as he touched himself.

He slowly rose to one side so that he could feel that little rush of adrenaline in his body again, small but good for keeping his entire system alive, from the blood in his heart to his lungs.

“It was a hard blow.

I could only say that. She wasn't happy to have received such a blow from her insensitive teacher, but she didn't blame her at all, just made her work.

"You finally wake up."

The voice from across the bed to one of the chairs had introduced herself to a tall, fresh-faced woman who matched the place.

Now that he had a good look at it, it was the infirmary he was in. He boruto processed it well by her head in him he looked at the woman carefully; she had light skin, her eyes were light blue and beautiful, apart from the fact that she had long blue hair. She wore medium, circular earrings, a long-sleeved white shirt that showed off her figure well, and a medium-length, knee-length black skirt.

The nurse. That woman was one of the beauties in this school, aside from her years-old Sensei. One of the reasons why sometimes Inojin and other boys were very interested in getting hurt to be taken care of by her.

He could see that she now had her special glasses on, which did nothing but exponentially increase her beauty to more than a billion points. It seemed to point to a few things that must be the case with the one he'd had.

“Thank you very much for taking care of me, Ada-san.

"It's always a pleasure to help those who get hurt," he confessed without taking his eyes off the boy. Did your sensei make them suffer again?

“You have no idea, 'ttebasa.

The woman's laugh echoed throughout the infirmary. That reaction made the Uzumaki's heart skip a little. He never believed much in making a woman and someone laugh like the nurse. You could see an older woman and everything, but according to what he heard, she was about 22 years old.

She was at a prodigious age in which someone could claim a dream woman like her among men, but that ended up being thought as soon as she returned to reality.

The pain had brought him out of his thoughts until he was again careful not to try to touch himself.

This alerted Ada, approaching the Uzumaki carefully until she had him on one side as she sat on the bed. She looked at every angle of her face to see if hers had any other symptoms or bruises that had formed from the fall she had had.

Everything seemed in order when he saw that his face was completely healthy, although it was rare to see.

"Everything seems fine, but I think the most sensible thing is for you to go home and rest." Oh, and don't worry about your stuff. I already ordered one of your friends to bring them to you. He is there at my desk.

-It was nothing serious? Boruto asked as he touched the back of his head and neck. I think something happened around here 'ttebasa.

"The truth is that you dislocated your neck and luckily it wasn't too much for you to die." She replied with a smile.

What a way he said it. His tone seems normal as if this case isn't that big of a deal, or that it's nothing severe to worry about.

Going home seemed like the most reasonable thing to do in these cases.

Uzumaki had just breathed a sigh of relief at not having to spend more in school today, fearing that he would still be in the exam or expose his unimportant self.

"Did something bother you?" Ada asked.

-Hey?

"I see it in your eyes." He adjusted his glasses as he carefully watched Boruto's expression. You are not someone who is discouraged by meaningless things, but when they are things that damage your pride.

And she wasn't wrong, she still had a hard time having to tell him the truth. She was just a nurse, but maybe she brought it up to make him feel good and want to help him.

It helped him not to die today, so this could make it up to him as a payment for this favor.

"To tell you the truth, I'm tired of my gift not yet manifesting itself to me." I have never managed to get the Awakening to come to me... All the time I have been living and studying here it has never manifested as it normally should.

Even though his very words hurt, he was still determined to keep talking. The more she did it, the more he felt that the weight he had was slipping away.

—I feel very excluded when I see others with abilities that they have from 5 years ago… I know there are more people who are like me and I shouldn't feel like I'm the only one, but I can't help it 'ttebasa.

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“I don't know if something is wrong with me or if I still don't know what exactly I can do with my unmanifested gift 'ttebasa.

He waited for Ada's reply, who looked him carefully in the eye and after a brief pause turned to the window.

The sun was already accompanying the conversation in a sunny and dark tone, taking on an orange color that indicated the arrival of sunset.

—It is true that those abilities can manifest up to a certain age and that everything is simplified to the fact that you must know how to live with that gift. Some cannot control it and that is why many are sent to "Academy City" to control them, and also to know how to use them for the good of the world. This is how society now works with these gifts.

He turned to see the Uzumaki while giving him a smile.

"At least, you have to have faith and hope that you have a great gift that you can use and be proud of," he commented as he adjusted his glasses again with concern and annoyance. At least one that is much better. One that is better than mine. You know what I mean.

Ada's words that had sounded very reasonable, sincere and light-hearted turned cold and sad. He saw her move her glasses slightly as she looked out the window.

Now that Boruto remembered well, she was also a student, a university student who had skills like everyone in this city. However, her "gift of her" was not very dear to her, but she also knew how to live with it.

He had the ability of attraction in his eyes. A double-edged gift that could charm anyone, female or male, into her charms. That's why she was double-edged. She found it hard to believe that despite having an attractive body and face, she had such a gift worthy of her physique.

He couldn't disable his ability no matter how hard he tried, but he could undo it on others.

He mentioned that in the past a year and a half after he got his gift they had made him wear special glasses that blocked his eyes, so his gift would no longer work if he had them on.

For that reason he currently had some and he accommodated them from time to time. Luckily those glasses also made her look just as beautiful.

Megane girls really are a weapon of destruction that no human being should underestimate.

“Ada-san, you don't have to worry about that gift. I am sure that one day you will be able to control it 'ttebasa.

He had no idea if he would make it, but he wanted to give her hope, just as she gave him hope one day.

I wanted to believe it. She needed to believe that she was going to make it and that she would.

At the Uzumaki's words, Ada was happy about it and in response returned the smile to the boy who was next to her. And she soon leaned into him until she took him by surprise until she fell back on the bed.

She had walked in the bed of four until she was on top of the boy in a very provocative position and with her gaze fixed on his eyes.

"A-Ada-san?"

—Thank you very much for your words, Boruto. Truly, you are someone who knows how to encourage others.” Holding the boy a little close to his face, he lowered his glasses until they were clear in view of his own eyes. Also, it reminds me again of how much I care about how you are not affected by me.

His heart raced a thousand times as soon as he had her very close to him. He couldn't take his eyes off her from her, feeling the demand that she only be in her field of vision.

Boruto wondered many times what would be the reason why Ada's ability didn't affect him. It was another of the mysteries of this school, although of course, no one knew about this more than her and him, also that she had a gift Ada.

-It's not exciting? Ada asked as she slowly began to close the distance between the two of them. We share a secret the two of us and no one else. That makes us complicit.

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"I wouldn't mind taking the rest of the day off and walking you back to your apartment to continue your recovery." -She said.

Their breaths mixed and her perfume enveloped the Uzumaki's nose. Her senses and consciousness debated a lot about what to do in this situation. The only thing she could pay attention to was Ada's gaze reflecting the desire and lust in her eyes. She questioned if that was because his gift worked that way, but it was impossible for him to fall for it.

As soon as he was inches away from his lips being touched by hers, he was pushing her back just by pushing her a little.

He couldn't help but turn red from being in such a situation, so he just got up right away and grabbed his things before heading to the door.

-Sorry for the inconvenience! Boruto yelled nervously. Thank you Ada-san!

The woman just stayed in bed, looking at the door ajar. She sighed slightly until she settled better on the bed until she lay down in the same place where the blond-haired young man had been before.

His face was hot as he rambled on his memories of a few moments ago, to which he had a smile spread across his face as he lay back on the bed.

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"I'm so glad I managed to buy two popsicles at the convenience store."

He flashed a triumphant smile as he continued down the street.

—Although I didn't think they were 360 ​​yen. But it will be enough for me to forget the heat today.

For the girls who normally eat food in Harunoki they must be with higher paid food like in a light novel in an elegant way as if they are from the nobility, they may not understand it, but for the boys who go through these things they must survive day to day.

After having been with nurse Ada and almost doing something that he was possibly going to regret, he wanted to buy something to satisfy his low-temperature hunger with simple popsicles, in addition to the fact that with the other hand he had a bag full of ice for which use to keep them for a little while.

He returns to his bedroom under the setting sun. No one is around, so maybe everyone went crazy playing, as some have time for that, and of course, being in clubs.

Uzumaki had none of that, as he lacked a gift that could be beneficial to a club and to the school.

Opening the door, he began to take things to the kitchen, and from there he took out a medium ice chest that he had for emergencies like these. He discarded all the purchased ice and the two popsicles he had purchased. At least that way they will keep their temperature.

He also did the same with some of the food that was in his refrigerator, although unfortunately there were some that were already spoiled by the heat in his absence that he was here.

With the pain in his heart, he had to do his best to bear not to make unnecessary fuss over his horrible fate.

"When you think you have one thing under control, a new one comes along to replace the other…" he whispered just for him.

The sound of his cell phone brought him out of his poor silence. It was the sound of when a notification arrived, although it was specifically from a message. He relaxed when he was reviewing it, he was finding a message that belonged to his younger sister:

Hello Onii-chan! How are you?

It's been almost 3 months since you left and now you're studying in academy city. I can't stop saying it's amazing. I'm dying to know what kind of ability you have in the next year.

I miss you so much :'(

I look forward to the day I can see you again, and try your best!

—Himawari.

The message made him happy. It was what he needed most after a locked day and with a lot of problems for him. He didn't want to imagine what tomorrow would be like.

On the other hand, he feared for his reputation with his sister, who viewed him with very high standards. He didn't want to disappoint her at all, but he didn't know how she could get her gift awakened.

She definitely had no choice but to leave him to his fate and keep waiting for his gift to arrive, and if possible, before it's next year for the academic rinne festival to be taken.

"I guess I have to get the stinks out first…" She directed her gaze towards the kitchen, thinking about that spoiled food.

He would have to do what he could to better organize his money.

Wrapping the things in a black garbage bag, he went back down to the bottom of the apartment building. Fortunately, there was a corner next door for the garbage of anyone who joins this place.

From time to time he would come across the weird and strange garbage of the others who were living in the building; light bottles of sack, used clothes that she no longer gave for more use, and even condoms.

—"Normal" students must have a good time to have all kinds of things and throw them away 'ttebasa.

Turning around, he stopped short as the smell of garbage began to invade his nostrils, giving him a horrible sickness of the plague. Garbage is never easy to get used to, even for every homeless person.

Moving forward again, he found the rest of the metal garbage container completely full. He sighed in annoyance at that, but let her mind drift past her sight, past her a little further into the alley and set the bag aside with the rest of the more black bags.

However, among the bags he sees a figure next to this garbage. A person.

Could it be a student?

He thought about it carefully, since the size of his body was that of a teenager and more than that, it was a less corpulent body than his, which allowed him to understand that it was a girl.

He approached her to find out what she was thinking as she lay there against the wall for support. She lost her keys to her apartment and now she's going to sleep in the trash? It would be enough for her to be a fool for her to do something like that.

After that, Boruto finds that the girl who was lying on the wall had left a stain on it and a small pool of blood had also formed.

"...Huh...?!"

In an instant, Boruto found himself shocked, bewildered, but also terrified.

His mind had been blocked by different emotions that were going through his head, which he felt right now, so it was difficult for him to stay on the sidelines and keep his eyes straight. Having that violet-haired girl lying right there on the ground, he left quite a trail of blood.

Was he about to have another misfortune by meeting someone in that state?

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To be continue…

A/N: Hi everyone. I come with a story, which I have been working on for a long time and is following your writing process.

I still wasn't very clear about when I could post it here, but then I wanted to give myself my time to write the story while I was with others that I have still being published on another platform.

I don't have much to say about it, since it's just the first chapter, and I don't have much to say. Possibly he will do it when the story is much more advanced .

Now all said, I hope you liked the prologue and first chapter of this story that I want to see your comments on what it will give, plus I'm sure you found references in this story .

See ya until the next update to this story, and I hope you all do well until then.

Sayo!

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Guardians of the Ninshū by BSmolerLOL

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, Spanish, Adventure & Fantasy, Boruto U., Inojin Y., Shikadai N., Sumire K., Words: 97k+, Favs: 2, Follows: 2, Published: May 18 Updated: Sep 2

2Chapter 3: Chapter 2: The Mysterious Girl

Chapter 2: The Mysterious Girl

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As soon as I had found her I didn't know very well with or what to do in these situations. Her mother always said that if something very serious were to happen to her, she could use the first-aid kit that she had been given for him.

Thank goodness there was never something where he had to use it on himself, but he didn't expect he would use it on a girl either. One of which he did not know the name and what school he came from.

He never expected this kind of situation. This would only happen in fictional stories, although the reality of him was not very far from that word "fiction" with how advanced this era was.

He'd already had enough time to check on her when he'd seen her completely unconscious in the alley. He had not been aware that she had left her cell phone at her apartment to call the ambulance.

Before she knew it, he had carried her to her apartment. The sense of what is right had been injected into her veins, spreading like a virus.

He used every means he knew to treat at least superficial and non-serious injuries involving body systems.

When he left her on her bed, he looked at the cut that had been made, exactly on the part of her back. The wound was very straight, basically like using a ruler and blade to cut corrugated cardboard. Also, the end of her hair was cut cleanly. Even this violet-colored hair—she had barely identified the color of her hair from the light—is dyed red by the blood that comes out of her wound.

At that time, Boruto doesn't even think that that was human blood. He wanted to believe that he really wasn't.

One minute before and one minute after, the huge difference in reality makes the Uzumaki confused. This red stuff… Is it ketchup? Was the girl in such a pitiful state of poverty as to feel so hungry that she used the last of her strength to squeeze some tomato she found?

This situation had seemed funny, very funny. Boruto really wanted to laugh knowing that it was just something harmless. But he can't.

How could I?

This situation was how I saw it. He had been the victim of an assassination attempt, and now he was the only one who could do something so that he did not perish, and in his own bed.

He had treated her as he knew he could and in about 24 long minutes he had been able to treat the wound so that it would not open. She didn't want to waste the valuable time she had gotten, so she ran to a nearby pharmacy to order more things needed for these cases.

Some of the things he demanded were expensive and his money was not enough, so he gave them his phone number to claim the money for later. She had no choice but to call her mother and ask her to borrow the money. She would already find a good excuse for him to give it to her.

It didn't take long for Uzumaki to get out of there until he looked like a bullet on the street. Still, he began to wonder why he hadn't asked these people for help.

Could he trust the outsiders outside his apartment?

Could one of them be the girl's attacker?

He had no idea what question to answer or if he really had one. All she knew was that he was the only person she could trust to save her, even if she didn't know it.

At that moment the seconds turned into minutes. The minutes turned into hours. Time flew like air, and everything on the floor of her apartment was more than painkillers, bandages, cottons, anesthetics, etc.

He was afraid of everything that paid for what was on his own soil, but he would worry about that later.

At the end, a great breath was taken from the ground. He was sitting on the floor, looking at the girl who was still not waking up in her bed. He watched her for some sign that would tell him to open her eyes.

It was the first time he had worked under a terrible pressure that ate him up inside, but for the first time, he felt very proud of himself. Uzumaki Boruto managed to keep another living being alive, albeit one he didn't know about.

The air that girl gave off was strange and mysterious. She didn't forget to also mention herself in the strange outfit she was wearing…, now that she mentioned it; She only had a simple black robe on top and underneath it she wore a white kimono like that of a princess, having a high neck, adorned with black lines on the edges and purple, as well as 8 tomoes that run down the center and sleeves of the kimono.

He supposed she was some kind of girl who was very sensitive to her family's culture or something.

I already wanted to ask him when he woke up, but for now I wanted to give him all the time in the world to rest peacefully. Although, a part of her was making her uncomfortable at the thought of the girl's attacker.

Will you be looking for her?

It was the most probable and of which he had to be aware. The probability that he would appear in his own apartment was very high, but he had faith that it would not happen.

The dream could not with him, and therefore he was falling to the ground. He didn't think taking a nap now would be bad. It was already almost 9 at night, so getting carried away by sleep was more than enough reward for what he had just done.

"What a long day...

With those last words that he murmured to himself, he completely closed his eyes until he drifted into deep sleep.

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The sun's rays began to invade the entire room of the apartment, lighting up even the smallest corner of the place.

The light from the window hit his face. She had no idea what time it might be, but she was bothered by the simple act of forcing him up in the morning.

The sun's rays had never bothered him in the mornings, nor did they reach him when he was sleeping. Uzumaki felt that thought was out of the question as he remembered that he had been asleep on the floor, while the bed was being occupied by a girl. A strange but unexpected visit that he hadn't thought he would have.

No, but rather it would be that he had to be involved in a murder case against this girl.

If this was some kind of light novel plot, I could easily get out of this unscathed, but in the next few hours I would already be the target of the person in charge who did this, and at the same time I would be in front of his door, waiting to act.

Even with all the time that had passed, he had his doubts as to whether he should call the police at this point. Wouldn't that be the most correct? Report this case? Ask for protection?

His head began to spin like crazy as he got up from the floor to a sitting position.

His gaze was found towards the girl to continue seeing her condition, however, his body and heart jumped in surprise, even being petrified and cold without being able to move for a few seconds.

The hour he waited for at the end was unexpected that it was happening when he woke up. And with the view in front of her towards her bed, the girl who was occupying it and who she had been tending to since yesterday was awake and staring at him.

The eyes of both had crossed carefully. On Uzumaki's part, it was understandable what was going through her head when she was seeing him.

Do you think he will have kidnapped her?

Will you have the wrong idea in your current situation?

The last thing he wanted was for her to take him for a mugger, kidnapper, or worst case scenario… a pervert. Her expressionless gaze didn't help, making it very difficult to tell what she was thinking through her gaze and her eyes, which were as purple as her hair.

"Hey?" Hi Hi?

The girl watched as Boruto nonchalantly poked his ear, while still looking at her. She tried to crack a smile as best she could, but it just wouldn't come off.

His face doesn't change at all, just giving the same impression of someone suspicious and uneasy towards her. Instead, to her eyes she remained calm, but she noticed that discomfort in her shoulders as she shrugged them.

" Why do I have to stand around just looking at her like we're on a blind date?" Boruto wonders.

Right now, Uzumaki should get ready to go to school to attend school and find out about his practical test results that he had yesterday, but he doesn't want to leave this mysterious girl in his room.

And the worst thing is that this violet-haired girl seemed to like this room because she went from looking at it to looking around much more confident. She sure wanted to get comfortable on the bed, it even looked like she wanted to roll on the floor.

-Where I am?

The girl's pretty dry lips had slowly uttered those first two words.

Boruto inadvertently shuffled back a bit upon hearing the way the girl addressed him. He was a little uncomfortable with how she was doing it, so he took guard.

For a moment, Boruto thought about the way she spoke. The accent was different from what was usually spoken here. Her tone of speech was so strange that he might think she was someone from abroad. He thought about the possibility that she, she must be an exchange student at some school.

She maintained her frozen state, as she watched as the violet-haired girl seemed to be expressing her own dissatisfaction, but she didn't seem upset. She had already waited long enough for a response from her.

"Well… We're at my apartment." You know…, I'm in one of the many where 'ttebasa students can stay.

-Apartment? She.” She looked from side to side, across the room again. Are you a student?

"Of course, though...don't you think it's pretty obvious?" I mean, after all 80% of academic city are students. Boruto said.

No matter how much she said, it seemed that she was not enough for words. At least he was relieved that she could understand what he was saying, otherwise things would have gotten much more complicated.

Moreover, the conversation was beginning to give a good sign of cooperation. Not detecting any sign of mistrust in the girl, she sensed that they could speak a little more relaxed than usual.

"Look... As for how you were... I found you in the alley next door when I was leaving the garbage and I brought you to heal your wounds." He paused for a moment, looking at the girl's calm face, as if her words were so common to hear. —. You know, you had been cut from behind 'ttebasa.

-I was in danger?

"What about that question?" She said thoughtfully.

He was definitely getting more and more scared of this girl. The options that whoever she was were integrated into a list; now he had a suspicion that she belonged to some kind of group of people skilled in the art of assassination.

What would happen if that were so?

Now would he be on the list of those people if they knew he had one of their members?

Should you start writing your will?

It didn't seem like she was scared or at least uneasy, but she was looking carefully at him to see through him, the boy named Uzumaki Boruto, the person who had saved her from death.

— "Honestly, I was expecting some sort of more indebted reaction ." He looked at her with a frown.

The girl reacted as soon as she looked at the ground, finding the black robe she was wearing. She acted like she was supposed to be a feminine lord person; he grabbed her—even though she was still bloodstained—and used her to cover himself a bit.

Uzumaki thought it was quite late to have made such a maiden reaction, but he appreciated such an attitude. He was relieved to know that the girl had emotions.

There was a small interval of time in which both fell silent again; Boruto looking down from time to time, and the girl to the other side with her head down.

This situation was so awkward that Boruto couldn't handle the tension.

"So, could you tell me which one is your…

—Sumire…

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“My name… is Sumire…

My first impression of the name was traditional . She had already proven with her accent that she was a foreigner, but she didn't expect that she would have a name from this country. Were her parents from different places? Which of them was Japanese?

-And your last name?

If I knew her last name, then I would know more about her, I would even have a better chance of knowing who she was and what school she went to. However, there seemed to be no intention of speaking. He lowered her head, to which she must have been thinking of telling him her last name or not, although it was obvious, he was a stranger.

Maybe I've inadvertently rushed things a bit. The girl named "Sumire" had to make some time to trust him.

"S-Forget it, you don't have to answer if you don't want to..." He bowed his head down apologetically. I'm fine with just your name for now, Sumire-san.

—¿…San…?

-You do not like? Do you prefer that there be no honorifics? she asked.

“No, it's not that… It's just weird.

"How strange?"

“That term you said…it's strange. I've never heard of it before… I think…” At the mere hesitation of her words, she sighed despondently.

The more she talked, the more it seemed too difficult for him to understand her, even though she had already begun to speak more confidently.

The intricacies that this girl named Sumire dealt with were devastating to Boruto's patience. He did not understand anything that he felt, thought or wanted her.

Just knowing that he was already in regular condition was more than enough to say; mission accomplished . Only the lights and neon signs were missing to verify that this event has just been completed in its entirety.

If she was still alive after falling asleep, that assumed the person who hurt her didn't find her. The only bad thing about it all that was still a big problem was this specific girl.

"So, can you tell me where you live or what school you're in?" the Uzumaki asked.

-Sorry?

"If you can tell me where it is or what school you're at," he repeated, looking at her with concern. I mean, they have to know about your condition and what happened to you 'ttebasa.

-Sorry but I can not…

-Why not? Does he know where you are studying?

If things were to get more complicated, it would be that this girl's attacker would know where she studies, and if so, then the most logical thing is that she is from a much more important school.

It would make sense for her to be attacked if she was from a famous or rich school. That only led to one thing.

"Are you from Harunoki by any chance?"

"Sorry, I don't know what that is. The violet-haired girl replied.

“You don't have to hide it. I won't do anything to you. I promise you. I just want to confirm it.

-I am telling you the truth. I know because...

-What's going on? she asked.

The girl was holding on to the black tunic and lowering her head, she sighed heavily, without looking at his face.

—The truth is that… I don't know anything… I have no memories of anything…

One surprise led to another. Uzumaki was in shock when he heard what that girl confessed in front of him. Was she saying that she didn't remember anything? Had it given him amnesia? A loss of memory?

One question led to another, but he didn't know where to answer himself to come up with some theories.

If his condition was that of being amnesiac, then everything was complicated to such a degree that it was impossible for him to take care of it. He could help her locate where she lived or what school she was at, but dealing with a girl with no memory was already too much.

"Er... Sumire-san, don't you remember anything?"

The girl immediately shook her head in denial of his question.

"Can you at least try to remember something about your life?" Don't you know where you come from?

"I'm sorry." He bowed apologetically. I have no idea who I am, where I come from or who my parents are. I only remember my name… Not even my last name.

" Well, now it makes sense not to want to tell me." He said to himself mentally without taking his eyes off the girl.

The more he knew about her, the less he knew about her… Something like that was how he was looking at this whole situation.

He couldn't do much for her. He was not in the necessary capacities to be able to help her. She already did what she could to help extend her life.

"Well, I guess for now you better change," Boruto said as he stood up from the ground. Luckily, yesterday that I had treated your wound, I began to wash your clothes that you were wearing, apart from that tunic that you have there.

-My clothes?

"You know, the kimono you were wearing," he answered tiredly, scratching his head. It must be dry by now, since I left it out on the balcony overnight.

-…Then…

"We're going out now, so the first thing is for you to change," Boruto stated as he turned around to think. "Well, maybe I should give her some of my clothes just in case."

He wasn't one to give clothes to totally unknown people —although the most logical thing for society and morality is that you don't—, but this was an emergency for the girl, so he thought he could make an exception.

Turning his attention back to the girl, he stumbled backwards. Part of her brain lost its temper when she saw with her eyes the violet haired girl half naked and intending to go outside on the balcony.

"But don't change when I'm here, let alone go outside like this!" She reproached with her eyes closed and unable to avoid the heat on her face.

This only revealed that this girl was a shameless exhibitionist, as well as very strange.

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Bad times and bad days are usually separate, but now Uzumaki has just discovered that you can have both.

His situation now was that of being on the street walking while behind him was a girl who just saved his life yesterday. She this same person had no memory, no money, no friends, no contacts and now she discovered that she is an exhibitionist who did not mind being seen by a boy of the same age as her.

Her behavior was awkward for wanting to undress in front of him. Is it that in her case it was a way of paying him for rescuing her? He wasn't against it in the slightest, but he also wanted the girl to at least have some tact and dignity… Did she lose her after having amnesia?

Boruto glanced behind him from time to time, hoping that she was following him without fail. He was afraid that he would get distracted by something of hers and lose sight of her in just a few moments.

I saw her in her kimono that had been dried and cleaned. She now didn't have any blood stains — she was able to learn it from a video on the internet — plus, she sewed up where her knife cut was. She didn't want to show him off, but he was good at sewing skills. She had already done it to learn how to survive in this city, and more to save on clothes.

Right now his concerns had increased as he began to be more aware of some things; one of them was to have a foreign girl with a strange white kimono by his side, where many glances were directed towards them. She was also sure that she didn't look away from him the whole way, until she believed that she was ready to attack him. Not that he wanted to distrust her, but he went through her mind to take precautions. And lastly, he was skipping class today.

For the last thing, he never thought the day he would miss classes would be because of a girl... and more so in a situation like this.

Among most of the looks that were directed towards the two, some were only focused on the girl in particular.

I couldn't blame them. All the ones there were guys who just wished they could get close to her. Impossible for him to deny that she was a beautiful girl, having such delicate features and besides her hair color being unusual and too captivating, she had her hair down and wearing a kimono. She right now was a deadly weapon to men with the same presence as her.

If I had to describe her with one simple word, it would be: Royalty.

It would be the most appropriate word for her at the moment, but it wasn't enough for her to win his heart, that was out of the question. Besides, she was way out of her league as an individual.

"By the way, why did you want to wear your kimono?" She asked-. I could have given you some of my clothes.

"I didn't want to bother you with that. Besides, if this was mine, it stands to reason that I should use it, right?

"I guess so," he admitted. "Even if he says that, no one would walk around in those clothes."

The exchange of words had become a little more stable and with more confidence on the part of the girl. This made it easy for Boruto to have any chance of getting a clue as to what or where she was.

However, the only thing he got out of his comments was just words of thanks, opinions of the place or asking about why he lived in an apartment like the one he had. That last one made him sick, so he forbade her to continue touching on that subject.

Fortunately, those conversations were going to end now, as they had managed to get to where Uzumaki planned to come.

"Ready, we're here."

-What is this place?

The sight and impression the girl had was of something huge. A huge building was in front of him, which consisted of 4 floors.

—This is a help center when some children get lost. The mothers come to pick them up once they are told that they are here 'ttebasa.

"Do you…have a son?" Are you a mother?

-How did you come to that conclusion? Boruto asked him unceremoniously.

The girl was a little embarrassed when she saw that she had made a mistake, but it didn't seem that it bothered the Uzumaki much.

"In any case, go inside and you can tell them about your condition," he said. I am sure they will be able to help you know what school you are from.

"And where will you wait for me?"

"No, I'll go." I have things to do. I can't help you anymore 'ttebasa.

Boruto noticed how the girl seemed a little disappointed, maybe it was because she thought of something else to expect from him, but it didn't seem like the case. As much as he wanted to help her, and being in her nature, he couldn't do more. That had to be left to the adults. A case like this was not the most appropriate for him.

"Well, then I'll say goodbye here." He raises his hand to her while turning back. Take care Sumire-san.

After leaving there he headed to his apartment again, and if he had time maybe he could go to school. It is possible that he had an absence, but he had a good excuse for being late.

Of course he would say everything, but Boruto would make sure to leave out the details that he was being present for a murder.

He decided that the best thing of all would be if he went to quicken his steps. He hadn't even taken a shower, so he would have a lot of people calling him stinky. Was it okay for him not to? Should he just pour water on himself?

His mind was restless the more he was thinking about that strange imagination that he had from time to time. Although, as soon as she had stopped to briefly think about those things, she had also heard other footsteps stop.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked behind him, seeing that Sumire girl standing in front of him. She was the same as always, but there didn't seem to be any traces of sweat or anything different.

What was he doing there?

It was possible that she had forgotten to say goodbye to him as well, but if so, she would have already done so when Uzumaki left.

-Something happens?

"I'm sorry, but…" He paused for a while as he looked down, keeping his eyes on his feet between low voices he spoke. I… I would like to continue with you.

-Hey? What are you talking about?

“You're the only person who saved me, but I don't know from what… Still, I don't know anyone else who can help me more than you.

"No, I already told you," Boruto clarified as he moved his hands in panic. I can't help you anymore. Understand that I cannot continue with you to take care of you 'ttebasa.

She did nothing but behave as if she were a little girl who had no fixed course, and more in a city that she completely did not know.

-No matter. I can only trust you... For some strange reason it's impossible for me to trust anyone else...” she said in a low voice, as she leaned down. Please, let me at least stay a little longer with you.

And there he was, watching as a girl he didn't know made a pleading bow to him. She had no idea how to handle this kind of situation, but one thing she did know is that all the words she was saying were true, and not one iota of lies.

He didn't know very well what or who this strange girl is, but he was sure that this way of distrusting others must be something that happened before he found her.

The ideas were not clear, and he was not sure who she was. Even though he didn't want to mess with her anymore, he kept asking her for her help and that was already a lot of responsibility for him, but he was also getting bad for her by wanting to depend on someone like him. He was sure that if he continued to reject her and walked out of here, that guilt would haunt him for the rest of her life.

He didn't want to challenge his conscience when that came to pass. He had no choice but to just stay quiet and turn around.

The girl looked at him carefully, afraid to see how he walked away from her, and with his hands in his pants pockets.

He thought about it a bit and it is possible that he was right. He had already done a lot for her and if he continued like this, she might be a burden to him. He wasn't the kind of person who liked a lot of responsibilities, but he could tell that he was a good boy.

—Oye…

Boruto called her, turning to see her in the distance with an expression of indifference, while pointing to a store that was far away on the other street.

-Do you know what that is? she asked.

-A store?

“No… Well, yes. What I want to ask is if you know what they sell. She emphasized with a bit of discomfort.

It was definitely like being with a little girl.

-No, I do not know.

—I see… I guess your memory loss is more serious. She said as she carefully looked at the situation the girl was in.

I had heard of amnesia before, but had never seen it in person. He is much more terrifying than he imagined, and very sad to see the girl.

"That's called ice cream, do you want one?"

The proposal was on the table, now all that was left was for the girl to decide whether she was going to accept it or not. Whatever his decision, Uzumaki Boruto would have to bear the consequences forever and ever of her days.

Something in him told him the same thing, that whatever the girl was going to say there would be no going back, and yet he had no time to blink when he saw how she stood next to him and seemed curious about whatever it was. that was what they call ice cream .

Has he really made the right decision about this?

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Will continue…

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Guardians of the Ninshū by BSmolerLOL

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, Spanish, Adventure & Fantasy, Boruto U., Inojin Y., Shikadai N., Sumire K., Words: 97k+, Favs: 2, Follows: 2, Published: May 18 Updated : Sep 2

twoChapter 4: Chapter 3: Gift

Chapter 3: Gift

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He did not know very well how or what he did to be in this dream situation for many boys.

Yes, he had rescued this girl from dying after finding her in the alley next to the apartments where she lived, only to discover that she had a serious problem with amnesia. And now, after an attempt to leave her in the hands of someone else so that he could take care of her again, he was next to her.

That same girl who was now facing her on the other side of a small table, inside an ice cream shop. She was very curious about them as soon as she saw them to the point of wanting all the flavors, but she just Uzumaki just paid for two vanilla classics.

Her face was more than clear her satisfaction and pleasure from each taste she gave her ice cream. She really enjoyed how the flavor was running through her palate along with the sensation of cold that it gave all over her tongue to her body.

The way he tasted it was extremely cautious so that it wouldn't dirty the kimono he was wearing. At least she understood that basic concept of knowing how to taste some food, at least it was a clear reflection of her manners before she lost her memory.

At least, he wanted to believe that, but he wasn't going to expect much from someone who was having amnesia.

"I'm glad you like it, at least don't you have any memories with this?" she asked.

—No, the truth is that I only savor this and nothing else. I don't feel any memory of me coming back. She commented dejectedly.

-Do not rush. She was just asking in case there were any doubts, 'ttebasa,' he answered, trying to keep her calm. Besides, she brought you here so you can at least enjoy it.

"Y-Yes, it's fine. Thank you very much, and it really is delicious —she outlined a smile looking at him—. I look forward to coming here again with you to try more flavors.

Those words of "next time" were not very safe for Boruto, it was not within his reach whether to fulfill it or not. He only agreed to take care of her a little more until he can adjust well to this city and its surroundings.

At least, he wanted her to continue enjoying this with him, and so he with her who looked like a girl. This girl called Sumire was an enigma that for better or for worse she would like to decipher… she only hoped that she would not have to regret it later.

"By the way, I don't think you ever told me your name."

“Oh, you're right. He forgot me." He scratched his head sadly, since after everything that had happened, he had never had the opportunity to do it, he only knew hers. I am Boruto, Uzumaki Boruto.

"Uzumaki Boruto?"

"Is there something wrong with my name?"

"No, of course not." The girl denied his misunderstood words by shaking her head. It's just a very unusual name.

"Well, my family is not as well known as most of the others…" Boruto commented.

Normally the surnames that exist are not so rare, many are part of family branches that have lived for many generations. His surname Uzumaki had his as a very particular case. Although it is rare, since the record of his surname was a mystery. Uzumaki Hinata, her mother never said anything to her about it, but she preferred not to continue insisting on knowing.

On the other hand, her mother is from a large family. Well, she was a few generations ago, but over time she dwindled down to being just her grandfather and aunt. However, she was happy with just them.

Now, coming to what the girl had said regarding her name, he couldn't just keep quiet, but she was a girl with severe amnesia, so just this once he would let it go. Also…

"By the way, how do you know if it's an unusual name?" she asked.

-Obviously not. It just came out, like it was something I know. She said looking at the snow on her.

“Mmh… I guess you haven't completely lost your memory. Maybe only the most important things, but I think most of everything if 'ttebasa.

"I'll try to remember something, but I can't promise much." She replied guiltily, looking at the Uzumaki.

He didn't think she much liked to blame herself for things. The most logical thing is that she feels that way for having dragged him into not leaving her. Boruto didn't care about her, since she must have gone through something of such magnitude to be a bit insecure.

He feared for what had happened to him, but there was nothing he could do now. The past just stays there, so what mattered most at the moment was that she could recover her memory, or some fragments of it.

—By the way… this… B-Borufo?

"It's Boruto.

-Certain. Sorry about that…" Repentant, she crouched down with an uneasy smile. Can you start by saying where I am or what is the name of this city?

Now that she mentioned it, he had never explained that to her, nor had he intended to do such a thing, but now it was different. As she became responsible for helping her recover her memories, now she had to explain herself to him.

If I managed to comment or tell him anything that was related to here, it is possible that he would end up unlocking some of his memories of this place.

“First, I want to say that right now we are in Academy City, one of the most advanced places on this continent… although it still looks like all average cities.

He wanted to stop for a brief second to see if he had the girl's attention, so he continued:

—As its name suggests, this city is filled with hundreds of schools, and also filled with dormitories for all the students who study here. -She said.

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Although Academy City in name is more like "a city of many schools that are clustered here", but in reality it is more like "a school with hundreds of student dormitories". It occupies a third of the people of the continent, and the perimeter is surrounded by large walls that are the size of a Great Wall. They went to a lot of trouble to make this place as livable as possible.

"So... you're a student from here?" she asked with concern on her face. Aren't you skipping classes right now?

"And whose fault do you think it is?"

He wanted to say himself, since he had been involved since yesterday in helping her, so it was evident that it was going to be much longer to solve than he expected.

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