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unadulterated-syd · 2 years

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Quick A/n: I figured I've been posting a shit ton of Carl, so let's do something new. I'm going to start using little prompts to write for a couple characters I think they match with.

Synopsis: 'you're staring again' - Carl Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Peter Parker (T.H.) and Allison Argent.

Carl Grimes

Sat down at the Grimes' table, quiet in the newfound peaceful walls of Alexandria, you smiled. Finding yourself for once feeling 'safe', as safe as you could anyhow.

The people were nice, the jobs were even, you were happy. Happy to help, happy to have a moment with no worries, happy to spend time with Carl under friendly circumstances.

He sat reading a comic he'd found in the attic of the second house your group was given, the two of you having found it whilst exploring together. You'd found the circumstances weird, but it wasn't anything you paid much mind to.

With the two of you freshly showered, you realized it was the first time you and Carl were really sitting next to each other as your old selves. Well, how you'd looked before an apocalypse anyway.

Here you realized how pretty his freckles were, not hidden by dirt or blood for once. You couldn't help but stare, something you'd caught yourself doing a lot lately. It was hard not to.

However, Carl had also began to notice this new hobby of yours. He'd glance at you and you'd look away, embarrassed that you'd been caught, though he'd been amused. It was an odd feeling for the both of you, romance was weird to two teens. But it was also exciting and scary.

Some would call it puppy love, but it was real as could be for Carl and you. The two of you had begun dating before Terminous, right after the prison. Spending so much time together, you realized how easy it was to lose each other and simply began a little relationship.

Now, Carl's favorite thing to do was call you out on your bullshit, considering neither of you told anyone about the relationship. He'd call you out for staring, he'd laugh, everyone would see and think it was silly. Even you would admit, you found it silly.

"You're staring again, L/n." He gave you a sly smile, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You groaned, "You are aware how easy it would be for you to not say anything, right?" He smiled wider, "Very. But I think it's cute."

"Don't flatter me, now show me the damn comic." You rolled your eyes, scooting to sit next to him, bonding over whatever comic he'd found, far from paying attention. The two of you were just happy to be safe, together.

Glenn Rhee

Glenn and you sat in the car silently, the days events on a normal run having been bad enough as is. You'd both encountered a herd, and Glenn had barely escaped a bite as you saved him last minute. It was close, too close. And that scared the both of you.

You had chosen to drive this time, as exhausted as you were Glenn was in bad shape having almost died moments prior. You'd been close to lecturing him, when you'd found it'd do nothing more than upset him.

He wasn't mad at you, he wouldn't be even if you had lectured him, he was mad at himself. He should've been quicker and you shouldn't have had to help. You looked in the rear-view, curious to the amount of walkers followong, which was little to none.

In doing so, you'd managed to catch a glimpse of Glenn staring at you. You had caught him doing so a lot lately, and when he eventually spun in circles trying to explain that he thought you where gorgeous, you'd tried not to call him out as much.

You were flattered, but neither of you had gotten the time to talk further about it, simply knowing the feeling was mutual.

"You're staring again, Glenn." You smiled light-heartedly, glancing at him before turning back to the road. He didn't respond for a moment, before grinning.

"You look pretty." You looked at him again, "Yeah, even covered in walker guts?" To which he nodded, "Gorgeous as ever."

Maggie Rhee (or Greene I guess she's not a Rhee if she's with you??)

Having just met the Greene's you felt nervous in their presence, specifically miss Maggie Greene. She had her head on her shoulders, she was smart, she was collected, and she could kick ass.

She intimidated you truth be told, but she was hot doing so. It was weird, but you'd felt drawn to her whilst always feeling the need to push away out of fear.

However, she didn't seem to like this idea, as you found her hanging near you as often as possible. It started with small runs, and turned into you two sharing night patrol duties.

You sat outside the prison, sun having just set, waiting for Maggie to come out. You always met her at the first set of gates and patrolled together. Tonight was breezy, and nice. It was a nice night, even if the world seemed to be crashing around you.

When she had finally come out, she greeted you with a sweet smile as always before leading the way. "Hey, Y/n. Ya' ever wonder if we'd-a met outside o' this?" She looked at you, knowing her own answer.

"I'd doubt it, we're very different really.." You sighed, giving her a nervous look. "I think that too, glad ya'-re bein' honest with 'e" She walked with you, "Do I scare ya'?"

"Sometimes. You're real badass out there.. I mean I can't say I'd expect someone who stayed hidden to be that good with combat, no offense." You shrugged, not bothering to meet her eyes. "None taken', I think that was more o' a compliment really."

You two continued your walk, with little conversation. You used to always be out by 10, and now here you were walking the lengths of a prison from 7 to 9. You couldn't complain much, you were alive. Breathing and living, that's all you needed to be grateful.

Eventually the amount of time you spent together naturally lead to friendship, which was hard because you could both die at any moment. However, this made it easier to get along. Anything went wrong and you'd get over it, everyday was a new lifetime in a way.

But, eventually you got yourself hurt on a run and Maggie sat by your bedside everyday. At that point it became rather obvious to both of you how much this meant to you, how much you both meant to each other.

And that's how it was, she'd come in, sit at your bedside and read. Sometimes you talked, sometimes you didn't. It didn't matter really, her being there was enough. But today you'd stared a little too long.

"Yo'-re starin' 'gain L/n." She sighed, looking up from her book, as she set it down. You gulped, nervous as to how weird that made you look, "Sorry.." You stumbled out, looking away as you slunk down a little on your cot.

She got up, setting her book down on the stand beside your cot, "Get some rest, darlin'" Maggie then sealed the relationship, lifting the hair from your forehead and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "Rest well, I need my walkin' partner back!"

Peter Parker

Peter scared you so often, you'd see on the TV that the great spiderman had fallen into harm via tons of different ways. You feared that one day you'd wake up and find that he was gone, dead.

However, he made up for those times on days like these. He'd messaged you offering a walk through town, and you'd obviously taken him up on this. Though, he last minute told you it was a study-date, as neither of you had been properly working on school as of late.

"Come on! It's a perfect opportunity to hang out and get school done!" He'd tried to reason, eventually convincing you into the small study date.

You two sat at your dinner table, as you scribbled down notes you felt his eyes on you. You glanced at him, causing him to look away and continue jotting down notes. It was weird but you'd shrugged it off, maybe something had been on your face.

However, when less than two minutes went by and you felt his eyes on you again, you knew something was up. "You're staring again, Peter. What is it? Something on my face?"

He did a double-take, embarrassedly looking away before trying to come up with a good excuse. "You're just..pretty." He stuttered out, obviously nervous in doing so.

"Get back to studying, Parker." You smiled at him, reassuring that you'd found the whole thing cute. But, studying needed to be done. This was his own curse anyhow.

Allison Argent

Allison had dragged you with her, following after Scott again. She'd reluctantly told you everything; about werewolves, hunters, who was what, where she stood. It was confusing and you didn't believe it until you'd seen Scott change right in front of you.

Now here you stood, waiting in patience behind a tree stump as Allison told you too. She was talking to a group of people, some you recognized, others whom you didn't. Not that it mattered, if they saw you what would they do, get ya?

You really were far from scared. Allison was badass with a bow, she'd take any and all of them on if given the proper change and reasoning. This, however gave you the balls to come out from behind said stump, instantly getting all eyes on you.

"Y/n, I told you to stay there!" She shouted at you, but you shrugged standing next to her. "I'm ready to go, you all done here? Almost? It's like.." You looked at the small wrist watch you had on, "Like time for me to eat."

"Uhm-" Scott looked between the two of you, "Just stay out of this one, please. We'll be fine." Allison side eyed him, then looked at you. "Fine. Cmon, let's go." She walked with you back to her car.

She seemed ready to lecture you, but you didn't really care anymore. You were hungry, and tired of this pretending shit, they should be scared that you could talk. Not that you would talk, but you wanted a little bit of liability.

It had been raining out, and a part of you was drawn so heavily to the look of Allison with soaked hair and damp skin. She looked, well, gorgeous to put it simply. "You're staring again." She smiled at you, as she turned the heat in the car up.

"Sorry, rain makes you look pretty, is all." You shrugged it off. "Only when it rains, huh?" You frantically began trying to explain as she laughed at you. "It's okay, thank you. You're pretty too."

#the walking dead #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #glenn rhee #glenn x reader #maggie rhee #maggie greene #maggie x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #tom holland #allison argent #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf

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lovelylittlelevity · 2 months

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This is to the fans: I’m going to say this once for all and it’s that most of you guys are actually pretty big a-holes to the lovely levity team. These people aren’t professional game developers they’re a group of people making a game on a show they love and some of y’all are taking it as something really serious thing. These guys are making a game while your calling them narcissistic and just really bad stuff (please stop genuinely it can seriously damage someone ) may I remind you that their making this game for you!? I’m sick of seeing some of you be so rude it’s not even criticism if you thing calling them narcissistic or stupid it’s just pure hate. ekko, melody I don’t know if your reading this but if you are I hope you get better ❤️‍🩹 as for you guys grow up. Some of you guys think your such heroes like “oH mY gOd YoU aRe LiKe FcKiNg ChiLdReN hAhA lol CrInGe” shut up you aren’t the main character. (Sorry for me being rude I just got in a car crash and I’m feeling all these emotions)

Oh no, I hope you're okay now!! I really hope you weren't injured, anon, car crashes can be so dangerous :(

That being said I do appreciate your wanting to stick up for the team. We've been through a lot as a friend group, but we're committed to seeing this through, though of course we have decided that if things get too stressful we're not going to risk our health over it. Luckily things have been relatively quiet and peaceful these past few days (KNOCK ON WOOD KNOCK ON WOOD-).

Putting me opening up under a cut since it has to deal with cyberbulling and talking a tad about mental health pertaining to myself. Nothing too personal ofc but just in case!!

~ Melody

I guess I can open up a little bit about this... since I've been gone there have been people following me to every single blog I have, even ones I have never linked or posted anywhere to send me harrassment. On top of the severe upset surrounding the event of my leaving the blog and what happened in the subsequent months, it made it very hard for me to want to create. I made a side bog just for fun OC x Canon for me and my friends but someone found me within a matter of days and ran to my askbox trying to stir things up and claim I was trying to "hide my identity". I've begun getting my spark back and so I dedicated myself to working harder, even picking up the basics of coding to help lighten the load on Puppit's shoulders. Even then it's still a challenge.

Guess the point I'm making here is what others have said: Please don't jump someone or follow them across several blogs to send them harrassment telling them to kill themselves and calling them mental disabilities as if that's some kind of slur to be used rather than a genuine diagnosis that people struggle with. You don't know the full side of the story, and even then no one deserves to be treated like that even if you hate them. At the end of the day this is a silly little fangame made by fans for fans, it should not get so serious that you're actively hunting one of the devs down.

#melody answers #cyberbulling #harrassment #lil bit of a vent?

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shippergirl-14 · 5 months

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Show me how to make flowers ~ ( Creek)

Since I still don’t know how this app works I decided to post another silly little one shot I wrote a while ago to get to use it more. I’m too incompetent to reply to comments it seems I don’t know ?

Anyway, here have a silly Creek one shot that’s probably a bit ooc and has some grammar mistakes ( English is not my native language and I have adhd)

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Tweek had always been troubled by his anxiety. Especially as a child, a thousand things that could go wrong crossed his mind in solely a second, raising his fear level constantly until he broke out into panic. Then there was his boyfriend Craig, who would always try to keep him in check by making sure he was distracted by a nerve calming activity and preparing him his favorite tea.

Not only since the stoic boy thought coffee tasted like shit, but also because he believed the brown liquid would only fuel his lover's overthinking nature, he helped him fight his addiction to the point the blonde would only occasionally sip a cup. Due to him mistrusting Mister and Misses Tweak, he would only allow Tweek to drink what he prepared himself. No one could convince his wary self that the shop owners didn't put something in their beverages.

As a consequence of his boyfriend's great ability to calm him and his own mastered skills to keep his mind a peaceful place, Tweek wasn't on edge every day of the week. Still, there were a lot of things that stressed him out, starting from his fear of failing all his classes to believing he could get run over by a car anytime he crossed the road.

Today, it wasn't any different from his usual outburst. The teacher of his favorite subject had given him a bad grade, leading him to spiral back into his self loathing tendencies. What if the teacher thought he was stupid now ? Did the teacher hate him now ? Was he disappointed ? Would he fail him so Tweek had to drop out and eventually live on the streets ?

Lucky for him, his partner had been distracting him the whole ride home, preventing shaking hands from ripping out more of his hair or scratch his skin. The minute they had arrived in the blonde's room, he let out a sigh of relief, feeling safe in his own space and he immediately sat down on his chair with Craig beside him, sorting the colorful paper on his desk.

Ever since, the anxious male was engrossed in creating origami figures such as a dragon or a butterfly. Over the past seven years, he had perfected his techniques and found joy in challenging himself with higher difficulties. All the negative thoughts were replaced by his concentration only on the paper, making this his number one in fighting his anxiety together with talking to his boyfriend about everything that troubled him.

Now, that the stress had left his body, Tweek seemed much more relaxed while he was teaching Craig how to make a simple flower, as requested by his lover. Something easy to comprehend and copy like a little flower shouldn't take too long to learn, right ? Wrong. It came as a surprise that Tweek had to show the smart boy how it was done a third time already.

" Et violà. C'est fini", the younger one ended his explanation, presenting his love his finished work with a proud smile. Craig couldn't stop himself from mirroring his excited expression as he felt the warmth, wrapping his heart in a cozy cocoon whenever he witnessed Tweek brightening up like that, returning. " Do you understand it now ? It's not too hard."

" I'm sorry, honey. I'm still confused about a few steps. Can you show me again ?", the older asked nicely, leaning closer to appear as interested as he was in his little craft. " But I've shown you at least three times by now", Tweek muttered, unsure if the thing he had chosen was too difficult for his partner and if they should do something entirely different for the rest of the day.

" Please, my dear ?" His green eyes lit up when his dearest reached out for another piece of paper. " First, you have to fold it in the middle a few times like this and make sure you do it neatly." Exactly like the times before, the ravenette blocked his voice out, paying all his attention to his lover's face rather than his hands.

The way he stuck out his tongue when he was focused on perfectly folding the edges or how his brows furrowed whenever he made a mistake caused his heart to jump. He couldn't think of anything he liked more than watching his darling engage in something he loved. It would never get boring, seeing the excitement reflected by his beautiful blue eyes the moment he finished another piece. Adding to that, it was clear it made Tweek happy sharing his interests with him.

The blonde was right about the flower not being hard to make since Craig had picked up the correct way the first time it was explained to him. His love didn't need to know about that, though. Maybe, the next time he would ask for something bigger so Tweek would take longer to finish.

This was his only chance to admire his boyfriend without him noticing and he was sure as hell going to make the most out of it. The second he would admit he understood the process the shorter boy wouldn't continue because he probably believed Craig was bored.

Observing his partner with a stupid little smile tugging at his lips, the stoic teenager rested his head on his hand that's been supported by the large desk. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was staring, but could you really blame him ? His boyfriend was too pretty and cute. No one could resist.

" J'ai fini." Hearing him speaking french was definitely a bonus too. Just as before, Tweek proudly presented the small paper flower and handed it to Craig together with the others he made. At this point, he might have caught on the little shenanigans Craig was pulling. " Do you get it now ?", Tweek questioned, giggling to himself.

" No, I still haven't understood that last part."

A bright smile overtook his features. " Do you want me to show you again ?"

" Yes, honey. Please show me how to make flowers."

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I don’t know what to think of this to be honest… I wrote it like in an hour and please my French is so bad. Don’t mind that. I just really love the French Tweek hc.

If you want to suffer through more of my writing you can find me on Wattpad and ao3 ^^

This is like my newest work….

#south park #sp tweek #craig tucker #craig x tweek #creek #sp craig #sp creek #tweek tweak #south park creek #sp style

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0junemeatcleaver0 · 9 months

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Anonsense: A Deconstruction of a Bad Faith Argument

I honestly don't know why I'm even posting this. Will it be helpful for people who don't know how to immediately clock a bad faith argument? The people pleasers who might feel compelled to answer every anon no matter what? I hope so.

Do I have a bit of a bee in my bonnet after being woken up at 4am because I forgot to silence my phone only to see this bullshit after living through the most stressful week of my fucking life?? Also yes.

Whatever. At best this is a learning moment, at worst it's an opportunity to point and laugh at someone who thinks they deserve a Nobel Peace Prize for failing at being real pussy cunt-cunt in a stranger's inbox.

I am confused. You haven't watched the show but you hate the show...? Correct! You can, in fact, hate a thing you've only gotten a taste of. I saw the trailer (you know, the thing networks release to get you interested in a show?) and didn't care for what they were doing. That opinion was only cemented when I saw the ridiculous clip of Louis chasing a fucking goat around.

Something fans of colour especially black fans talk of so enthusiastically and fondly? You're right, VC fans of color are all a monolith and all enjoy the show. And the fact that I--a rando white person--hate the show is mortally wounding to them all. This is in no way infantalizing to fans of color, to imply that I somehow have enough power as some random person to ruin their good time by making posts about how silly I think this show is--posts I don't tag so that fans of the show don't have to see them.

And these fans aren't always show onlies. I know. I've talked to a few of them. They seem nice.

Idk if this ask is going to come off as bait Yes you do. You absolutely know that. And if you didn't know that, that was your clue to go back to the drawing board re: how to phrase what you meant in a good faith way.

-think of it as you will How kind of you. Thanks for the permission.

but this...you realize this comes off as some type of way, don't you? Only to the people who are actively looking to be upset, yes. And I don't care about those people. They are not of my concern.

You have had an ask that you published where the anon says they don't care that "certain demographics" of people are loving AMC. That's very very sus. 'Very very sus'. Am I suddenly on Twitter? Anyway. You do realize that book-only fans are constantly accused of belittling all show fans no matter what we say, right? That it's much more likely that anon said "certain demographics" meaning "the fraction loud, obnoxious fans who will accuse you of being immoral for not liking the show" and "people who never read the books and have nothing to compare it to" and not as some dogwhistle to mean "fans of the global majority", right? Also, my memory is shit. I may have used that phrase and if so, see the above reasoning for why I used it but also if I didn't: Why am I being held accountable for a random person's choice of wording?? I'm not anon's mom.

I don't particularly care if you answer or not. I'm sure. That's why you wrote an essay in my inbox. To not get a response.

If you block. I did. Fuck outta here.

I just had to put it there. Did you? What was the goal in this? Do you even know?

Maybe this is rude as per tumblr etiquettes. It's pretty rude regardless, but hey what do I know. I'm no Emily Post.

But this was just so odd as I am new to both the book and show fandom and while going through blogs I found yours So what I'm hearing is you're missing a lot of context for what's been going on around here and you've not realized that, is what I'm hearing. And you're either purposefully ignoring of didn't wait to find the many, many posts I've made detailing why I personally think the show is bad, why I think the white cishet frat bro turned wanna be auteur showrunner is doing a bad job of including characters of color in the text, the reblogs of fans of color who have brought up similar points, etc?

Stretch before you reach this hard, anon.

#talk hard #anonsense

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alastgoodnight · 2 months

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A few days had passed since Naomi received the strange letter. It almost seemed like a strange once-off event, until a second envelope was found. This time, the blocky writing was addressed to her, written as neatly as possible. There was a stamp in the top-right corner depicting a vivid, albeit slightly cartoonish, butterfly. The envelope felt bulkier than before. Not only was there the letter, there was also a heavier paper folded to fit in the envelope.

"Dear Miss Naomi,

It is very nice to meet you. Thank you for finding my letter and sending one back. It was very exciting to get a letter that was new. I like your drawing. I've put your letter on my corkboard so I can say 'good morning' and 'good night' to you, just like I do all my Neighbors.

It must be very exciting to live in a library. My friend Frank has a lot of books, and he is very clever. I'd bet you're very clever too if you have to take care of the books and your library. Was it sad to be alone for so long? It must be lonely to not be able to go anywhere. That's why I try to include Home in something every day. It likes to feel part of the Neighborhood.

Do Willa and Rags help you fix the library? Will they help you paint it?

I like fairy tales too. I thought about what was my favourite, so I asked my friend Sally. She's a star and an actor and has written lots of stories. She reminded me of the story of 'Jack and the Beanstalk'. I wish I could meet a giant. I'd like to be their friend. I wouldn't be scared of how big it is. Everyone is taller than me, ha ha ha.

Sally told me to tell you that she knows you can't come visit, but you need to know about her shows. We drew a picture of her version of the story called 'Sally and the Beanstalk'."

(Sure enough, the second folded picture was of a brightly coloured, star-headed figure standing beside the base of a beanstalk that grew off the page.)

"I also like stories about friendships. I think everyone should have a friend. Wouldn't that be the most? I'm glad you have friends with you, Miss Naomi. It makes every day a happy one to know you can spend it with people that you like.

Wally."

(heythereneighbor)

The letter arrives in the evening, after a day's work cleaning the patio and moving planter boxes around. Naomi finds it just as she emerges from the walk-in closet, tying the bow on her sailor-collar pyjamas, and smiles to herself.

She opens it the next morning over breakfast, and is careful not to get any fried egg yolk on it as she eats. It takes her some time to formulate her answer - and those planter boxes aren't quite how she likes them - so she doesn't sit down to answer until that afternoon, and even then, it takes a while to collect her thoughts.

So it won't be until about three days pass that her letter to Wally appears in what must be a very confused Eddie's mail bag. For now, she takes her time:

"Dear Wally, Thank you for your response! It was also very nice to get a surprise letter. I don't have a cork board yet, so I'm keeping it on my desk until I get one. I don't think "exciting" is the word I'd use, but it's quite pleasant here. Lullaby Lane is a very quiet road, so I have plenty of peace and quiet when Willa and Rags are resting or busy."

She stops and ponders the question that comes next, and hums to herself.

"Hey, Library, were you lonely before I got here?" A long, slow breeze blows outside the window, and she hums.

"I asked the Library if it was lonely before I got here. It can't talk with words, but it uses its doors and floorboards and the wind to communicate with me. I think its answer was yes, but these days it seems quite playful. It had Dust Bunnies (they're very small), but nobody else came or went for... I don't know how long, actually." Willa helps me with the library, but Rags mostly keeps me company. He's a very silly monster from under my bed, and likes to run around in the tall grass outside and play hide-and-seek. I'll draw a picture of him and Willa on the back today."

She smiles at the description of Jack and the Beanstalk, and is charmed by the sight of the artwork.

"Speaking of drawings, thank you for the artwork! I bet your friend Sally is very talented. When you get the time, please tell her I said thanks for sharing her vision. I've never acted, but I do like to read stories aloud. Maybe one day I could narrate one of hers? That's probably a long time from now, though."

And the last part. She smiles.

...She does have friends now, doesn't she? Fancy that.

"I agree, Wally, having friends every day would be the most. I'm very lucky to have met all of them, and I seem to meet more every day! This library may have been lonely once, but I don't think that will be a problem again for a very long time. It sounds like you have many friends, too! You've mentioned Eddie and Home, and now Frank and Sally. Is your neighborhood very big? Once again, thank you for writing me. Sincerely, Miss Naomi.

Once again it's sealed and addressed in a blue envelope, but this one is sealed with a goldfish sticker and a matching stamp. She drops it in the slot on the letterbox, and smiles when she doesn't hear it fall.

It's on its way.

@heythereneighbor

#heythereneighbor #wasn't sure if you saw my response so I'm just adding a ping!

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sparkiekong · 1 year

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Aftermath - Going Home 16/20

John was still flustered about Guy’s comments when he realized his parents were talking about something else, "I wouldn't treat her any less… Wait! What? Did Lysa have her baby already? Did I miss another kid? I swear I want to be here for these things. I got so busy with my farm and fighting with Betty… I literally just lost track of time." He seemed like he was spiraling into a panic.

Lyra patted his arm, “No John calm yourself, Lysa is still pregnant for a little bit longer you haven't missed that, I'm not exactly a spring chicken mind you, but you're about to get another brother or sister.... from me.”

"What?! That's amazing! ....wait, is that amazing? Please tell me that's amazing." He was grinning uncontrollably.

Bob sighed suddenly serious, “No it's a disaster John... sleepless nights, dirty diapers. Cranky wife…”

Lyra nudged him as he wore a silly grin, “Oh shut up Bob! Yes, it’s amazing.”

John's face contorted... he tried not to laugh, but he laughed. "I'm glad for all of us."

Lyra replied, “Was quite a surprise... I'm not exactly sure I am the fittest healthiest woman to have babies now of all the times to be pregnant. I got dosed with radiation, then there were the drugs...”

John stopped her, "It's in the past, nature rarely makes mistakes."

Bob put his arm around her and gave her a comforting hug and nodded his approval at John.

Lyra pointed to the coffee, “Well I am trying to be good, that's decaf coffee which is why it tastes like shit. I've cut down on the cigs, and my diet has improved greatly too again.”

John smiles, "That's great that you're trying to be healthier. There's got to be better decaf coffee out there. Maybe try some of the Sulanian brands. I hear good things about them."

Lyra sighed wistfully, “We might have to take a trip there. I've always wanted to try a Sulanian cigar…”

Bob raised an eyebrow at her, “You're supposed to be cutting down Lyra...”

Lyra rolled her eyes, “After the birth obviously! Though why we would travel with a small baby I do not know.... but I can dream about a fat Sulanian Cigar. I hear there’s one called The Paragon.”

"I can babysit if you need a vacation." John offers.

Lyra didn’t hesitate, “Deal! What would you like for lunch? You are staying of course, John!”

John nods, "I thought I might stay for the weekend, if that's ok. I have friends taking care of the house so I could spend some time here. Anything you want to cook would be lovely, Mom."

Lyra smiles warmly, “We have the spare room, I might have already made it up for you...”

Bob nods, “We would be delighted for you to stay, Son. You can stay as long as you like.”

John chuckles, "I figured you might have found me a spot to stay a couple days… I missed you all very much. Now let me show you the before and after pics of my house." He fiddles with his phone and then shows off his work. “Here’s the before and after of the house. Some of the back and my chickens. I’m thinking of getting a cow next.”

Bob looked and nodded impressed, “My word, you've really whipped that old place into shape! That explains where those shoulders came from.”

John looks proud, "I put a lot into it. You should see some of the crops. They're going to be large enough that I might be able to enter the festival this year… That house was so green... Everything was green. You'd think being green I'd like that.... but I couldn't see myself in the mirror. It was that green."

He secretly hoped Elita was listening in on that last comment.

Guy snorted a laugh, “I'm green daba dee daba die...”

John laughs. It's an odd thing to hear from him, it was genuine and pure, it was plain to see that he was really at peace with his life. Lyra seems relieved, “I'm glad to see you happy! Now all we need to do is get you a girlfriend. Hopefully just the one as well....” She turns a frowny gaze towards Guy.

John replies, "I don't know Mom... when she shows up. I'll know. I'm in no hurry to rush into anything. It took me a few months to befriend my chicken Betty... I think maybe after I tackle befriending a cow… then maybe I can work up to girls again."

John looks at Guy, "Turned into a ladies man eh? When you're Robinson handsome the girls usually come to you."

Guy turns red, “No! I'm just... you know...”

Lyra waggles a finger at him, “Don't listen to him, let me tell you what his type is John. Female? Check. Has a pulse? Check.”

#tac #ksu #the axiom conclusion #sims 4 story #sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 #helenofsimblr #crossover #tales from the district s2

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mysticalibra1994 · 8 months

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What Florian's/Juliana's mother wanted to say to Director Clavell...

I know it's a bit late, but I've had this thought ever since October 11th (aka Coming Out Day).

Warning: This post will contain serious issues relating to what the members of the LGBTQ+ community STILL have to deal with (which includes... "the school's bathroom incident")

Okay, so it started as a theory/headcanon about why Florian and Juliana look so similar (a bit too similar...). Then, it hit me: "What if Florian and Juliana are the same people, but their other name is their dead names?"

In the game (after you customize your character for the first time (and let's say you used their respectful canon names)), after the opening sequence, the player's mom tells you "[Player], I've got a thing or two to discuss with the director here."

While the player goes upstairs to get their hat and schoolbag, who's to say that the mom wanted to personally inform Director Clavell about their past before the enrollment at Naranja/Uva Academy?

I believe that it went something like this... [For context, I'll be using Juliana for reference.]

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Violet!Mom: Again, thank you so much for accepting my daughter! I know it sounds a bit silly, but it truly means a lot to her... Director Clavell: *notices the change in tone* Of course, ma'am. If it's not too much, may I ask why? Violet!Mom: Of course. You see, by now, I'm sure that you're aware of her... shyness. That's because of her "unfortunate incident" from her old school. It was a bit early, but I have noticed and accepted the signs. Due to how late the paperwork was, the principal didn't get the memo of her transition. Juliana told me at the head office that she thought that she would use the bathroom on the 2nd floor due to less traffic and nobody would notice. Director Clavell: *sips tea* But, someone did notice? Violet!Mom: *sadly sips tea* Yes... At first, it started with one student. Then, by the time the principal arrived at the scene, it was a quarter of the population. One would assume that someone was delivering a baby! *sadly laughs* Director Clavell: *nibbles on the biscuit* Violet!Mom: Instead of understanding her situation, the principal blamed her for causing a scene; saying that none of that would've happened if "he" would use the "boy's restroom". I almost lost my composure as I tried to explain to her that Juliana is a girl so it's appropriate for her to use the girl's restroom. *eyes slowly welling up* She didn't do anything wrong! She... Director Clavell: You're quite right, ma'am. She didn't do anything wrong. What is wrong is to blame someone for their existence. *sips tea* In fact, you have nothing to worry about. Our staff, as well as our students, are as diverse as they are accepting. Granted there were a few hiccups, but we make up for our mistakes. In fact, our top student from the STEM program uses She/Her and They/Them pronouns. *hands her a handkerchief* Thank you for informing me of this. I'll see to let the Chairwoman and the staff know of this.

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To those who've heard of the "bathroom incident" before, I've heard of it from the Dr. Phil Show and I found it hard to believe that the students would waste their time to figure out "which student is using the bathroom". Just let them go in peace!

Also, shame on the principal for victim-blaming instead of the other students wasting their time harassing someone all because "they had to go". (I also blame the parents for not educating their kids to "treat others the way you'd want to be treated").

To anyone who's from the LGBTQ+ community and hasn't come out yet... You are loved, no matter what, and your existence is valid.

#Pokemon Scarlet #Pokemon Violet #Juliana #Florian #LGBTQ+#mtf trans #Interpretation of Juliana #Dr. Phil #Director Clavell #You are valid.

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pepperonibread · 8 months

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Emmylou [ONESHOT]

read on ao3 or below the line break. This will serve as a home for all my little silly builderxLogan onshots. a/n: This was something I wrote and finally edited. Fluff and cowboy shinanigans. Rating may change depending. I see a lot of fic's out there with Logan that have to do with the actual plot (and I love all of them). And here I am writing dumb cowboy stuff. Don't have too many of these since we don't actually know what happens to him at the end of the game - but I love writing shit like this.

Emmylou

Kiran loved to spend time with Logan because his personality was like a fantastic piece of art—brightly colored, full of depth, alive and unpredictable. She saw him as a man who thought deeply about his principles, which were the cornerstones of his being, and how he could apply them to his life in the best way possible. But it was his stubbornness that really drew her in; she found it both humorous and charming, as though she was witnessing a little kid's temper tantrum at epic proportions.

The irony (and challenge) was that Logan's very nature could be difficult to pin down. At times he was quiet and thoughtful, but other times he behaved impulsively, chasing after elusive monsters whose names sometimes slipped out of Kiran's memory. His desire to discover the mysteries of the desert reached beyond logic; it was pure fascination that drove him along those murky roads.

Adding to the complexity of her marriage to Logan was his loyal companion, Rambo. The animal was a living embodiment of Logan's eccentric side: always unpredictable and often disconcerting.

One morning as dawn approached, Kiran felt her peaceful sleep being disturbed by Logan's unexpected touch on her arm. She groaned and swatted away his hand before mumbling groggily, "What are you doing?"

Logan's voice pierced through Kiran's sleepy state like a sharp blade, adding to her confusion. "Kiran." He spoke her name slowly, "You best rouse yourself, 'cause I've got somethin' for ya."

At this strange hour, when most folks were tucked away in their beds, what could he possibly have planned? The clock's hands indicated an hour that was far closer to the dead of night than the beginning of a new day. Even more puzzling was his whereabouts before this predawn rendezvous. But she didn't ask.

Logan had done his best to wake her, but all Kiran offered in response were some languid groans of complaint. She adjusted her position on the pillow, seeming to be searching for a way to keep out the dawn light and retain her sleepy state. She held her eyes closed tight, an unconscious show of defiance against the morning's arrival.

Her semiconsciousness was rudely interrupted by a jolt of cold and wetness on her forehead, sending a shockwave down her entire body. She jumped as her eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected sight before her. There, on the bed, a small, milk-chocolate-colored baby goat. Its nose had gone from her forehead to exploring the hair on her head.

"What the fuck?" she yelped, disbelief registering in her voice. As she shifted her position, the goat let out a questioning bleat, its eyes fixed intently on hers as if trying to measure her reactions.

Kiran's gaze darted to Logan, her incredulous expression mirrored by his shoulders that shook with laughter. His shock of white hair seemed to shimmer in the soft light of the room, and the gleam in his eyes deepened as he witnessed her flabbergasted reaction.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded, a playful annoyance lacing her tone.

In between chuckles, Logan managed to catch his breath, his amusement evident in his voice. "Ain't she a sight to behold? Our newest family member, Kiran." He offered a sweeping gesture toward the goat, his grin wide and infectious. "And, to preemptively answer your next question, she's a goat, just like Rambo. Although, for now, she's a teeny bit smaller. She's got a whole lot of growin' ahead of her before she's as big as him."

Kiran's sigh was a combination of impatience and resignation, and with a small shrug she handed the wriggling goat to Logan. He accepted it deftly as if he had done this many times before.

There was a touch of teasing in her voice as Kiran quipped, "Looks like she found the right person, then."

A look of tenderness passed over Logan's face as he held the goat in his embrace. He ran his hands slowly over its fur in a calming caress.

"Been followin' her around for a few days now," he articulated, his words tinged with a hint of worry. "No sign of her mama anywhere."

As Logan spoke, his eyes stayed focused on the little goat. His touch was gentle yet confident, a reflection of his knowledge in workings with these types of animals. The goat seemed relaxed and comfortable as Logan held her, looking up at him with curiosity.

His gaze shifted to Kiran and he smiled softly. "Just take a look at that face," he said, his admiration for the baby creature clear in his expression. There was an authentic fondness in his tone when he spoke about the latest arrival.

Kiran's brow furrowed, "Logan, what am I supposed to do when she's all grown up? And what about Twister?" Her thoughts drifted to her copper-colored horse, undoubtedly resting soundly in the stable. Kiran longed to be in that state of slumber herself. "You know Twister won't exactly welcome her with open hooves."

Glancing sideways, she observed the baby goat. Logan's response carried an air of casual indifference, with a tone that suggested he was familiar with Twister's obstinate character for some time now. "That old horse ain't exactly friendly to anyone, not even himself."

Sitting on the bed, Logan held the baby goat in front of his face, their eyes meeting in a silent agreement. He used an exaggerated tone as he spoke directly to the tiny creature. "Emmylou, darlin', I don't think your new mama likes you just yet," He said with a sly smile and a glance towards Kiran.

Kiran in return rolled her eyes. "I never said that— wait, did you already name her?"

Logan was certain in his answer; there was no questioning it. "Well, sure I did," he replied like it was the most obvious thing. Of course he would already name it.

The realization washed over Kiran like a wave—the name, the attachment forming in an instant. She chided herself inwardly for entertaining the notion that she could somehow avoid Logan's penchant for forming a swift and heartfelt connection with the baby goat. Kiran let out a sigh as she leaned back into the comfortable hug of the pillows once more.

"Aw, c'mon now, Kiran," Logan coaxed, his voice gentle as he settled Emmylou back into his arms. "You've got a soft spot for Rambo, don't ya?"

She couldn't bring herself to dislike Rambo, understanding Logan's deep connection with the giant goat. Still, there were moments when she was frustrated by his presence in their living space, as if he had become an extension of Logan himself. Just the week before, for instance, Rambo had stuck his head through the bedroom window and helped himself to the curtains - this wasn't the first time that had happened.

Kiran's response held a hint of humor, the words coming off as more of an amused surrender. "I guess she's kind of cute," she admitted, her words acknowledging the undeniable magnetic attraction emanating from the tiny animal in Logan's arms.

Logan seized the opportunity to playfully elaborate, his voice taking on an animated lilt. "Imagine it, Kiran—Rambo out there, all by his lonesome, not a soul to chat with. You know Twister ain't exactly a conversationalist."

Kiran's response was punctuated by an exasperated huff, her gaze tracking Emmylou's every move as Logan gently set her down on the bed. The baby goat responded with a dainty yawn, a poignant reminder that sleep was a coveted luxury Kiran was currently missing out on.

Logan let his mind wander into the realm of possibilities as he began to unbutton his clothing. He said with excitement, "We can teach her whatever we want, Kiran. She's like a clean slate."

Kiran's face softened finally, her stubbornness slipping away as a tiny grin played on her lips.

"Fine, fine. Take her outside then," she relented, her tone carrying a mixture of playfulness and genuine acceptance.

Logan's response was prompt, accompanied by a good-natured shake of his head. "She's a bit too small for that, Kiran," he explained patiently. "And if I were to wake Twister from his slumber right now, he'd give Emmylou quite the ruckus." His gaze softened, "Plus, she's been cozyin' up with me these past couple of nights. Wouldn't want her thinkin' I've deserted her, would we?"

Kiran couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at his rationale, "So, you've taken up the role of goat mama now?" she asked.

Her gaze remained riveted on Emmylou, her interest piqued by the goat's intriguing antics. The small creature struck an oddly endearing pose, and before Kiran could fully react, her arm experienced an unexpected nudge from Emmylou's head.

"Alright, enough of that," she chided, her words carrying a tone of gentle amusement. "Time for both of us to get some sleep," she added with a comical lilt as if Emmylou might miraculously understand her intentions.

A soft chuckle reached Kiran's ears, drawing her attention to Logan. His laughter was evident in his eyes as he observed the interaction. As the baby goat was gently relocated and Logan adeptly settled onto the bed, a practiced routine.

A faint crease appeared on Kiran's brow as her thoughts shifted toward practical matters. "So, how long until she's as big as Rambo?" she inquired.

Logan's response carried a matter-of-fact tone as he laid back into the pillows, accompanied by a thoughtful look. "Give it 'bout a year or so, if my memory serves me right," he shared.

Kiran's lips parted in a sigh, the weight of her exasperation evident as she sank back into the embrace of the pillows. "Hold up, you mean to say we'll be sleeping with her for a whole year?" The notion still felt like a hazy concept, her mind struggling to fully embrace the idea of sharing their sleeping quarters with the lively goat for such a prolonged stretch of time.

Logan flashed Kiran a confident smile, trying to show her that the goat was only temporary. "Just until she feels at home," he answered calmly as if her worry wasn't a big deal.

Kiran responded with a combination of amusement and doubt. "You think this is a phase?" she teased.

"Well, I reckon we need to make sure she knows the ins and outs before she embarks on her own escapades," he explained, his words carrying a touch of lightheartedness.

Kiran let out an exaggerated, melodramatic sigh. "I'm just hoping that our bed isn't going to become a permanent stay for her."

The twinkle in Logan's blue eyes only deepened, his amusement undiminished as he settled into the bed beside her. "No need to get all bothered about it." he drawled with a mischievous grin. "Before you know it, Emmylou will be out gallivantin' with Rambo."

Kiran's musings danced through the air, her voice a delicate blend of wistfulness. "Funny how not so long ago, this very space was my workshop. It's a bit surreal to think that now it's become a sanctuary for all sorts of creatures that venture from the Peripheries."

Logan moved his arm to draw Kiran closer, and she nestled into his side, her head finding its place against his chest. She could hear the reassuring rhythm of his beating heart.

"Yeah," Logan concurred, his voice like a gentle embrace. It carried a warmth, laced with a unique tenderness that only he could infuse. "Life has a knack for unfoldin' in certain ways, doesn't it?" His words held a trace of awe as if he marveled at the journey they had embarked upon together.

Kiran's tone shifted between amusement and surprise as she observed Emmylou climbing onto Logan. "Well, looks like someone's a bit jealous," Kiran joked, her eyes rolling as she adjusted herself to make room for the little goat. She spoke again in an apologetic voice, addressing Emmylou, "Well, I'm sorry for stealing your mama away for a little bit."

Kiran settled back, her movements accompanied by the comforting rustle of blankets being drawn up to her chin. She cast an amused glance at the unfolding scene before her.

“Are you jealous, Kiran?” Logan asked with a hint of teasing in his voice as he placed a hand on Emmylou's back. “Don't they teach you about the importance of sharin' where you come from?”

Kiran's lips quirked into a grin, her eyes dancing with mirth. "Well, I've been known to have my moments," she admitted with a wink.

"Well, it's a good thing Emmylou is here now I guess," he said, glancing between Kiran and the goat.

Kiran's interest was piqued, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she remembered Logan being gone. "So, you were going around for two whole days just to find a goat?"

Logan smiled sheepishly, a mix of guilty pleasure and honest fondness playing in his eyes. "I can't say I was just after goats for you," he confessed with an amused edge to his voice. "But I guess Emmylou here did take up a bit of my time."

"You're something else, Logan," Kiran said with an affectionate chuckle. "Putting yourself in danger for a goat's sake—where would I be without you?"

Logan's laughter echoed softly in the air, and Kiran felt its warmth. "Guess we'd both be missin' out," he said.

"You sure have an interesting way of showing your feelings," she replied with an amused smile. A yawn slipped out of her mouth, a reminder of the hour.

Logan's response was swift and tender, his movements guided by an instinctual closeness. Drawing nearer, he leaned in to press a soft and lingering kiss against her lips. The warmth of his affection enveloped her.

A glint danced in her eyes as they parted, a contented sigh accompanying her words. "Well, I guess I can't complain then. Thanks for the goat chase, Logan."

His own grin matched her playful mood, his eyes holding a steady affection. "You're welcome, darlin'," he murmured, the endearment a testament to the depth of their connection. With a gentle touch, he settled back into the pillows.

Kiran's gaze drifted toward Emmylou, who lay curled in peaceful slumber, a sense of maternal instinct stirring within her. A strange urge prompted her to reach out, her fingers gently brushing over the sleeping creature's soft fur—a touch that conveyed both tenderness and curiosity. She looked at her for a while.

With a soft poke to his side, Kiran roused her husband from his own reveries. He grumbled out a response that seemed to mix sleepiness and bemusement.

"What's on your mind?" he inquired, his eyes remaining closed as he engaged in their late-night exchange.

Kiran's question tumbled out, the words flowing with hesitancy and hesitation. "Did you bring home a baby goat because you want an actual baby?" Her query was direct; her curiosity edged into nervousness. She quietly asked herself if the choice of words she used captured the essence of her thoughts.

In response, Logan was a little more candid than previously. "I wouldn't say that it was the first thing that came to my mind," he answered, his voice light in the dimly lit room. His lips curved into a soft smile as he added, "It's obvious you're not easily fooled, Kiran."

The idea hadn't really crossed her mind until now. Kiran's fingers traced an absent-minded pattern on the blanket as she considered Logan's words. She watched as he stretched his arms above his head in a languid yawn. His voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, broke the silence.

"You think that maybe Emmylou and Rambo could use a bit more human company?" Logan's gaze now wandered toward the sleeping baby goat. "Andy can't quite keep up with the antics, and poor old Twister could use some variety too."

Kiran's curiosity was piqued by Logan's suggestion, her brow arching in contemplation. "Are you implying you want more than one kid?" she ventured, her words laced with a blend of humor and skepticism. The idea of Logan wanting a large family didn't entirely surprise her.

Logan's response was accompanied by an easygoing chuckle, his gaze turning towards her. "Well, I reckon havin' six youngsters around could be quite the liveliness," he mused, his tone reflecting a hint of playfulness.

Kiran's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the number. "Six?" she repeated incredulously, her lips parting in astonishment.

A lighthearted smile tugged at Logan's lips, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Okay, maybe four," he conceded.

Kiran's lips curved up in amusement as she heard his response, her skepticism evident. Yet as she glanced up and their eyes met, the corners of her mouth softened and something about his expression made her heart sink with fondness. "Four, huh?" she echoed mockingly.

Logan's gaze held hers for a moment longer before a thoughtful look crossed his features. "Well, how about we start with two and see where life takes us?" he proposed, his voice warm and steady as he sought her approval.

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There's a song I love by First Aid Kit called Emmylou - which I feel like everyone knows since they only overplayed it at every chain restaurant like seven years ago. Anyway, just a fun fact. If you enjoyed it, let me know. I just imagine Logan doing dumb cute shit like this okay? I suppose if there is anything specific you want to see, let me know?

#mtas #mtas fanfic #mtas oneshot #mtas builder/logan

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ggstargetedlife · 2 years

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So, it is another day of the same old usual, soon as I woke up this morning. Was already expecting to be Sickened out through the Directed Energy Weapons so I just rolled with it best I could.

My V2K harassers are still pissed over me mentally going off on them last night, so they stepped up full force with the verbal abuse shortly after they realized I was awake. That pure moment of silence between the time I awaken to the time they start up is as peaceful as it gets. Just a few seconds, and sometimes I momentarily forget I'm a T.I. I feel as normally as I used to before I became a T.I. A beautiful bliss which unfortunately never lasts but ahhh well, still thankful for life itself.

Forced myself into "shutdown mode" rather than entertain the typical back-and-forth snub throwing between me and my harassers. Normally it's just the B.Y. neighbors who start up when I begin my day but this time I recognized a few other voices of surrounding neighbors. Like I said, guess I ruffled a lot of feathers last night, although they are the reason I became provoked practically beyond sanity. Abusers never take responsibility for their actions, their part in things though, so it just is what it is. Allowing them to wield their poisonous arrows, I blocked them out, purposely ignoring their words as I got dressed. They gave dang near a full commentary of everything I said, thought and felt, even as I expressed myself on my other pges on here. Anything I posted they snatched up for attack, no matter how positive it was. Rather than get offended, I found it a bit cute, because I am well aware I'm not that important, but to them I'm their world. The common complaint still revolves around their insecurity of me expressing myself in any way, shape or form. The whole, "You talk too much!" Unless I am completely mindless and immobile, they're never satisfied. I didn't even waste my time responding to their remarks. I've practically wrote books on how what I say, think, do or feel is none of their business in the first place and how silly, utterly insane it is to ceaselessly persecute someone for not being the way they want them to be. They can carry themselves however they want without anyone all over their backs about it and neither would they let someone be on their backs about it. But they sincerely believe it's ok to be this way towards someone else who has nothing to do with them. Smh. Anyhow, this logic always falls on deaf ears with them, they just want to do what they want to do regardless of who it hurts in the process so it's whatever.

Even as I prayed this morning, they persecuted me through V2K for that too. The entire time. Ignoring them, I focused myself on communicating with God. No true believer should ever allow anyone to come between their faith and prayers. The fact they don't even respect nor fear God and would try to keep someone else from grounding themselves in the Word speaks volumes on their true character, as does everything else they do.

Being a T.I. is a continuous walk of strength and faith as you are put through the most hellish wringers all involved would never be able to handle if it was them on the receiving end. You get little to no breaks, so you just have to keep pushing yourself forward against the winds of adversity until God provides the breakthrough. To everyone else it's "just a game." To us T.I.'s forced to endure it, it's a matter of life and death, literally. You give up you die. Instead, you have to fight to deaden yourself to the endless abuse and vile invasions done to you. Surviving and thriving. For a little while I'd been thriving, doing real well, which of course didn't escape the attention of the Elites nor the masses. "How dare a Targeted Individual thrive against us?" They hissed to themselves. "We'll show her!" So now I'm back in survival mode.

But my period of thriving will indeed return, and the next time I will carry it better. No arrogance, just complete confidence and gratefulness.

#targetedindividual #gang stalking #directed energy weapons #organized harassment

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laxyaklovesloz · 28 days

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The Legend of Zelda: Real Courage | Chapter Eighteen: ReDead Knight

The first thing Lila did when she woke up was yawn. Before opening her eyes, she heard someone else breathing. The breathing was quiet and calm. Whoever it was was asleep.

Lila opened her eyes to see none other than Prince Zale. It seemed she couldn't get away from him. Still laying on the rocky ground, Lila watched his peaceful sleep. He was sitting against the rock wall, a backpack rolled behind his back. He looked like he hadn't meant to sleep that way.

"Lila!"

Mori's voice startled her. She sighed and turned her head to see him.

"How do you feel?" he asked, landing next to her.

"My head hurts, and so does my arm, but mostly I'm okay."

Zale grunted and shifted. "Mori," he mumbled, "let her sleep."

"Do you mean let you sleep?"Lila joked.

"No, I'm keeping watch," he answered with closed eyes.

Lila whispered to Mori, "Thank you for finding him. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"Back off!" Zale roared, springing awake. When he saw only Lila and Mori, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes. "You're up."

"So are you," Lila said with a smile. "Thank you. I don't know what would've happened to me if I didn't get help."

Zale sighed in relief. "If Mori hadn't shown up when he did, I might not have found you. You were lucky. I'm glad you're okay."

Lila sat up with Zale's help. "How long has it been?"

"About a day," Mori answered.

"Drink this," Zale said, handing her a water skin. "But only a sip."

"Why only a sip?"

"In case you can't tolerate it yet. You vomited a few times last night."

"Oh. Oh, I'm hungry."

"Start with the water." Lila did as he suggested, then handed back the skin. Zale said, "Keep it. You need to take lots of sips until you're ready for food."

As Lila recovered, she struggled with wanting to move on but being too weak to. On top of the wound and sickness, sleeping on the ground made her body ache all over. Moving too much made something new hurt afresh.

"Do you want to come with us?" Lila asked a few hours later.

"You didn't want me when you fought Volvagia," Zale countered.

"I was mad back then. If you join us, I wouldn't mind the company."

"Is that a good idea?" Mori wondered.

"Sure it is," Lila replied. "Zale just saved my life, give him a little more credit." When Mori didn't say anything else, she wondered if he was thinking about Lady Ganondra.

Zale said, "Yeah, I'll come with you. What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for something. Actually, I don't know where to look exactly. Mori, any suggestions?"

"I sensed something near the Knight, but this place is so large I can't tell if it's what we need."

"What is it you're looking for?" Zale asked.

"You'd think it was silly."

"Try me."

"A pair of boots."

Zale had no answer for that. He looked befuddled.

With a laugh, she said, "I told you. Come on. Let's get going."

"Lila, you can't be serious," Zale said, reaching out to stop her. "There's no way you can fight a ReDead Knight in your condition."

She ignored him and started gathering their things. "Who says I have to fight it? We'll just go around—"

"You misunderstood," Mori interrupted. "TheReDead Knight is guarding whatever I sensed, so yeah, you do have to fight it."

Still, Lila packed her bags. "It'll be okay. I've gone through worse, you know it."

"No, Lila, you're staying away from that thing," Zale said. "I'll take care of it."

Finally, she stopped to look at him. "Like you can take on a fully armed, decrepit soldier."

"Yes, I can. Look inside my pack."

"What?" Lila laughed.

Zale crossed his arms. "Go ahead."

Lila shook her head but went to his pack anyway. It didn't take her much to find something wrapped in leather. She pulled it out and unwrapped it.

"A crossbow?" she said skeptically. "With your arms?"

"Looks can be deceiving." He put his hand out, so she passed over the crossbow. "Let's finish cleaning up, and I'll show you."

"Well that explains the shape of his bag," Mori commented.

Lila asked Mori, "Tell me you don't believe he can do it."

"He didn't believe you could beat Volvagia."

She felt her face get hot. "That... that's different."

"You keep telling yourself that."

Zale chuckled under his breath.

Once they were all set, Mori led the way to the knight's derelict home. They stopped where an old rock wall provided some coverage.

"How do you propose luring it out?" Lila asked as Zale readied his crossbow.

"Well, I could do it if you really—"

"Fine, I'll do it!" She pulled out her sword and rounded the rock.

"I meant Mori—"

"Just have my back."

Zale sighed. "Right behind you."

The sound of steel dragged across packed dirt alerted Lila to the knight's presence. She redirected all attention towards it, ready to jump out of the way of its scream.

"Lila, you're blocking my shot," Zale warned.

"I won't be soon," she muttered. The knight was close enough. Lila lunged before it could mount an attack.

"No!"

Her sword hit the knight's shield arm but didn't go through all the way. Its arm went limp, but Lila's sword was stuck. The knight brought up its sword to attack. She dodged to the side and shouted, "Now!"

An arrow went clean through the knight's eye. It jerked back, giving Lila the added strength to free her sword, and then released its terrible wail.

With Lila frozen once again, Zale let loose another arrow. This one pierced the knight's throat. The scream diminished into an ugly gurgle, and the knight fell. Zale ran to Lila before the paralysis wore off.

"Are you okay?" he asked frantically, searching every inch of her. "Come on, snap out of it!"

Slowly she started to regain feeling. She tensed and relaxed what muscles she could to speed up the process.

"I'm all right," she said. "Don't act so worried." She took a step back and rotated her shoulder to get the blood flowing.

"But I am worried about you—"

"Don't, Zale," Lila warned. "I can handle myself." She walked to the mostly-standing house. "But thanks for having my back."

"You're welcome."

Zale and Mori followed her. Inside – if only three standing walls could be considered an inside – there were pieces of chairs, a table turned on its side, and a bar on the far end. Nearly everything was caked with dirt around it.

"I don't see anything worthwhile in here," said Lila.

Mori answered, "Check behind the bar."

When she looked, she found a chest that appeared older than the building. When she tried to open it, it wouldn't budge.

"Looks like the hinges and lock have rusted shut," Zale observed.

"That's easily solved." Lila thrust the hilt of her sword onto the offending metal until each broke off. Then she wedged her blade in the crack and pried it open. "Done."

"That doesn't look like a pair of boots." Zale pulled out a musty bag of the same color as the interior of the chest. He held it open for Lila.

"What the heck is this?" she asked.

"It's a boomerang," Mori and Zale said at the same time.

Lila raised an eyebrow at them. "And... what's a boomerang?"

"When you throw it, it comes back," Zale answered first.

Mori added, "You can use it to stun enemies."

"Like a ReDead Knight?" Lila asked.

"Yes," they said together again.

"Could've used this yesterday."

#fanfic #fanfiction #legend of zelda #genderbend #Real Courage

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sunrisesthings · 2 years

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Is this for me?

July 21, 2022

I grew up with strict traditional parents who believe that relationships are better to be established after getting my degree. They said that having someone would only be a distraction to achieving what I want in life. Some of my cousins younger than me already have someone and they are welcome to their households making their relationship legal to both sides. When we're having occasions we usually have these gatherings and we discussed a lot of things including their personal lives. I usually ask, out of all these people around me, except for my one cousin and my sibling who really have no hopes of getting into one at all, how could they possibly find someone that is worthy enough to be with them? worthy enough to be introduced to their home?

I wasn't offended when my aunties have this guessing game of who's the last one to marry and they said that I am. It's funny, I find these funny to the fact that my career path requires years of practice and studying.In fact, I'm proud, being the one that pursue her career over relationships. I want to be that kind of woman.

I've been watching these TV show "Anne with an E" and it shows how empowering it is for a woman to have their own career despite of patriarchal society they live in. It shows that women are capable of everything more than their traditional belief that they should be at home training themselves to be a good wife. I never imagine myself to become one not until I achieve what I wanted in life.

They say that love can wait. Love is going to be there when the right time comes. But what if it isn't for me? What if I was the Josephine March in the story? I have this conversation with my mother and she said that the right time to get married is when we're 30. I laughed at it then I said " Who said that we're getting married?" She look at me unbelievably. "Sayang ang ganda mo, sinong mag-aalaga sayo pagtanda mo?" Again, the traditional parents. Despite of these, I think that their parenting was alright. I grew up to be this kind of person who have higher hopes for myself and they support me to every decision that I make and I'm forever grateful with that. They let me saw what I deserve maybe that's why my standards are high. I just said to my mother that I wanted to travel the world in the latter part of my life.

I wouldn't be lying here because it's my safe place after all. Unless the one who's reading it was already judging my perspective, well I don't care anyway. So, going back, I would be lying if I said that there isn't a thought of me being with someone sharing these boring life of mine. I spent most of my days right now reading about romance books. I was feeling it all, the kiligs and heartbreaks so I'm pretty sure I still have this hopeless romantic side of me. In fact I still have these feelings for one person for a long time now ( still trying to figure out how am I supposed to stop it adding to the fact that I've got rejected 🤣). Anyway, it wasn't a big deal to me now. My life is peaceful and there's nothing I could ask for except for the strength to face the whole new school year coming this august.

Maybe I would just accept that no one would be brave enough to pursue me haha. Also, I would like to add that maybe no one would fit to my standards and even if I found one, there's a hundred percent chance of them not reciprocating me. I don't mind though , maybe writing this blog made me feel okay of being alone. Who cares if I don't have someone whom I can share my silly stories and rants with? I have this blog and also some of my friends, that should be enough. Sometimes communicating with someone new drains the hell out of me so nevermind. I never even have the energy to message someone first and just barely thinking of it makes me tired already. I'm just really getting used of not communicating with someone and that's extremely alarming for someone in the medical field.

Anyway, I've got some plenty of time to work on getting better. I'm happy I'm making a progress and I hope I'll beat all the odds :)

Ps: I want to make a podcast with these blogs that I made however, I have an ugly speaking voice lol (´ . .̫ . `)

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

Buy me a coffee?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

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"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

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"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

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pretoriafics · 3 years

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Runaway: A Teenage Dream alternative version

Hi! Well, I know a lot of you guys have been requesting me a part 2 of Teenage Dream (And it will come soon), but I simply had this idea. I was been addicted to daydreaming playlists on YouTube lately, and I found one who let me pretty inspired. All the links will be in the fic.

Notes: This is not Part 2 of Teenage Dream. It's just an alternative version, okay?

Derek just found a playlist on YouTube that shows him his soulmate from a faraway dimension: you. Now, he is determined to bring you to him. Word count: 1.712 Pairings: Different Dimension!Reader x Derek; Contain: It's pretty romantic, I guess; AU Soulmate Warnings: SONGFIC!!; English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language Teenage Dream one-shot TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

It was a cold and rainy night. Stiles and Scott just came out of Derek's loft. It was complicated to deal with them sometimes, with all that teenage stubbornness and stupidity in supernatural stuff. Without mention of the troubles they caused to Derek. Come on, they made him a wanted criminal!

His life is reduced to run away from some kind of threat to keep his survival. Derek was an eternal runaway, and he was starting to get tired of this shit. He can't even remember what home is anymore or how it is to not fear for his own life. Peace was an unknown thing for him.

Derek approaches his laptop on the table - where Scott was before. The werewolf sat on the chair in front of it, ready to turn it off, but he sees something that catches his attention. YouTube was open and in the video suggestions was a video called "a playlist for your soulmate in a faraway reality".

Well... Daydreaming playlists wasn't his thing. However, he was curious and tired. If that playlist would make him calm his nerves and relax, he would listen to it.

Derek clicks on it, and the first song fills the room: Runaway, by Aurora.

I was listenin' to the ocean I saw a face in the sand But when I picked it up Then it vanished away from my hands, down

Tired, Derek stands up from the chair and lays down on the couch. He closes his eyes, just feeling the music and all the stress running away from his body. The music, the rain outside... Yeah, it was comfy. It was... good.

I had a dream I was seven Climbing my way in a tree I saw a piece of heaven Waiting, impatient, for me, down

There, with his closed eyes, he just could hear that song and the rain outside. Suddenly the rain stops, and the music is the only sound that fills the room. The last Hale opens his eyes and finds out different things at his loft: He can't see anything outside. Everything was dark there. His loft was dark too, with weak lights and several light particles floating around the room.

What the hell?

And I was running far away Would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows, nobody knows And I was dancing in the rain I felt alive and I can't complain

It was like his loft was moved to a different place. Even with all his knowledge about the supernatural, that kind of phenomenon was new to him. He never heard anything that could seem like that. Suddenly, Derek heard a female voice singing with the music.

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore

A cloud of golden dust started to unite at a specific point of the room, and you start to taking form. You were distracted, sitting in a chair with a book in your hands and a laptop close to you. When Derek stares at your laptop, he sees the exact same playlist he was hearing. Sure! Certainly was something pretty weird with that playlist. It was showing him you, a girl he never saw before. You were translucid, almost shining gold. And you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

It was love at first sight.

I was painting a picture The picture was a painting of you And for a moment I thought you were here But then again, it wasn't true, down

You look up from the book with wide eyes, scared. Your eyes run to the playlist on your laptop. Well, you and Derek connected the dots on your minds before staring at each other again. Seems like the playlist in fact showed your soulmate from a different reality. A faraway one. You gave him a smile, and he gave it back to you.

"Can you hear me?" You said, looking at him.

"Yeah. Can you hear me?"

"Yeah!"

And all this time I have been lying Oh, lying in secret to myself I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf

Derek gave a step forward to you, memorizing each detail of you.

"What's your name?"

"(Y/N). Yours?"

"Derek."

Your eyes got widen again. Oh, holy crap.

"Hale?" You asked in urgency. He looks at you, surprised.

"Yeah. Do you know me?"

"You are one of my favorite fictional characters. You are literally part of my teenage."

Oh, wow. So, he was a fictional character in another reality! It was creepy and funny at the same time. Derek stares at the laptop of yours, looking at the title of that playlist.

A playlist for your soulmate in a far-away reality.

Hm. He stares at you.

"So..." Derek cross his arms in front of his chest, looking at you "Seems like the part of your teenage is your soulmate in a far-away reality. Do you think this is accurate? Because I think it is."

You felt your cheeks burning, and your stomach froze.

"I think it sounds right."

And I was running far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, nobody knows

And I was dancing in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain

You gave him a smile, the most beautiful one he had ever seen. Wanting to feel your skin, Derek reaches out his hand on yours, trying to touch you. However, his fingers pass over on your skin. He can't touch you. Upset, he let out a long sigh.

"I think you're too far away."

You are upset as well. You always felt things when you looked at him on your TV, but you always thought it was just a crush that everyone has in some fictional characters. But now you know that, no, it wasn't just a silly crush on a fictional character. Deep in your subconscious, you knew he was destined for you.

"What can we do to solve this?"

"I don't know, but I'll find a way."

Derek looked at each book and talked to every witch he knew. He heard an ancient legend with one of them, that said that, sometimes, the universe opens a bridge to different dimensions. Many werewolves find out their soulmate this way. That playlist was a cosmic event, the universe trying to unite two lost souls.

Then, he finally found a book. An ancient and rare one.

He almost didn't sleep lately. Eager to stay with you, Derek couldn't help but translate each page until he finally could find a way to bring you to him. Sometimes, he was listening to that playlist on YouTube just to see you. You were almost melting in pure love just seeing how hard he was working to stay with you. Runaway by Aurora was filling the loft.

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore But I kept running for a soft place to fall And I kept running for a soft place to fall

"Do you found out something?" You asked, looking at him with your eyes full of hope. Runaway by Aurora was filling the loft.

Derek denied, flustred.

"Nothing yet."

"Maybe It's impossible..."

He swallowed hard. Stubborn, he denied. He can't believe it was impossible. There's a way, and he was sure about it! It should have.

"No. It should have a way to bring you."

There, sat at his chair and translating that book, Derek was determined. He simply can't lose you, his peace point. He belongs to you.

And I was running far away Would I run off the world someday?

And then, Derek finally found it! Seems like a simple spell to him. All he needs to do is to pronounce the words with the bridge - which means the playlist - open. He looks at you with a shine of hope in his eyes.

"I think I found it."

Oh Gosh. You felt your stomach froze in anxiety.

"Are you sure?"

"It's my best bet." His green eyes stare at you. "Are you sure you want to stay here? With me?"

You gave him a gentle smile while holds your own hands, playing with your fingers.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm just tired of running from all the shit around here."

He gave you a smile as well. Derek knew that feeling. Hoping that the spell works, he stands up from his chair with the book in his hand. With the best Latin he knows, he pronounces the words of the spell, and you feel shivers all around your body. The sparkly dust seems to be sparkly and luminous than ever, and the darkness outside gives place to the view of the streets.

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go

Your body was losing the golden shine, and stepwise the natural tones of your skin were being revealed. Derek's loft was showing itself for you, and you felt your body starting to get warm again. And, done: You was now at his loft. Physically. His voice got silenced, and the only sound you could listen to was Aurora's voice on Runaway.

Derek couldn't believe you were really there, in front of him. Almost without air on his lungs, he put the book on the table and reaches his hand on yours. A large smile was born on his lips when he felt your skin. You felt your cheeks burning at his touch. Wow. You can't believe this!

He pulls you close to him by embracing your waist, and all you could do is smile. You rest one of your hands on his chest while the other one gives him a gentle caress on his face. Without contain himself anymore, Derek puts a soft kiss on your lips. And it felt so right.

It felt like the place where he belongs to.

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fictional-other-tarot · 2 years

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1. Loving (Tarot)

Queen of Swords

Ten of Swords

The Moon

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My light,

My love.

Have I told you, that you are the best thing to have ever happened to me. If not, shame on me, because you are and I should say it.

When I first met you I didn't know, but you've shown me so much. New sights, new emotions, new ways to handle life. I'm so grateful for that. You've helped me grow. When I hit rock-bottom, you were there to pull me up.

It's because of you that I've found beauty in life again. I see beauty in you, I see light in you. I love you so much. If it's you, I might even believe in fate, that we were fated to be.

You've saved me, you've made me happy. Can I make you happy too? Can I keep you safe too?

Please depend on me and let me show you love too.

Your f/o.

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2. Loving (Without Tarot)

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How is it going over there? I hope my better half is doing alright.

I'm writing to you now because I've come to a realisation. When we first started dating, I thought I wasn't a jealous person. I knew you loved me and I knew I loved you. I knew we would be faithful to each other, I knew we were strong in that sense. Yet, my mind can't help but wander and conjure up horrible scenarios when we are apart. I know I shouldn't listen to those fears, but I can't help it, I can't help but fear you'll leave me behind. Silly, right?

Can I ask for you to soothe my worries, reassure me you're mine. I might be a little jealous, a little possessive even. I guess you just mesmerize me so much, I can't help but fall in love even more. You are too precious, I don't want to lose you. So when we meet, can I give you lots of love, lots of kisses? I want you to know just how big my love for you is.

See you soon,

Your f/o.

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3. Encouraging

Eight of Wands

Nine of Cups

The Fool

The Star

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You drive me insane, you know.

You've come so far already and yet you still refuse to see that. You refuse to see how amazing you are. You're not a fool, you're a star.

You keep on looking back, and I'm here to say. Stop doing that. Look at the present. You shine so bright, you work so hard, and I want you to notice that too. You've achieved so much already.

Don't listen to those controlling people who only wish to bring you down. Try to embrace who you are. Try to be happy about who you are. Imperfect like all of us. I feel so safe with you, I want you to feel safe with me too.

You're so lovely, so please believe in yourself. Your dreams will come true, so don't worry to much and just move on forward.

Your f/o.

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4. Advice

The High Priestess

Three of Wands

Awakening

Nine of Cups

Eight of Wands

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Darling,

You are wasting your time again.

You continue to make plans, and worry over what might go wrong. But we both know, you already know what you need to do. You have to take that first step and start working towards what you really want.

You know how to get there already, so trust in yourself, trust that you will land where you need to. Dream big and then chase after that dream.

You have such a big fire in you, you can do anything you set your mind to. It's time to stop worrying and instead start acting, because the only one still holding you back is you.

Be brave, my dear.

With love,

Your f/o.

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5. Reminder

Strength

Death

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My Dearest,

There's a storm brewing in you again. Energy and thoughts you are afraid to put out into the world seem to consume you. You seems antsy, trying so hard to find your place in the world, to be right from the very beginning.

So this is my reminder to you to slow down, to breathe. It's okay to be wrong, it's okay if getting where you want to be takes times. You are constantly changing, constantly growing. Try to calm your inner self for now, find peace in the slow moments.

You already belong in the world. You don't have to prove your worth. It's okay to take things slow. It's okay to find joy in the small things. We will always be there for you in this journey.

Yours truly,

Your f/o.

╚═════════.ミ☆.╝

╔.ミ☆.═════════╗

6. Nsft

Nine of Wands

Two of Swords

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To my forever love, the one who completes me, my heartthrob.

I'm faced with a difficult decision. You see I know we haven't been together for long, but I do believe you are my soulmate. I fit together with you so well. I want to see and feel it even more, how perfect we fit together. And I feel the tension in the air between us, so I believe you want to know too. I am ready for this, but I need to know if you are too.

I want to know if you are ready, because once I have you in my arms I won't let go for some time. It's all I have been able to think about. Having you in my arms, caressing your body through your clothes, making you whine for me, making you desperate. Whispering in your ears about how a dirty slut you are, about what your friends would think if they could see you like this, about every little twitch you make desperate for more contact of my skin on yours. I think you'd be adorable like that, trying to hold out for as long as possible, but ultimately growing weak to my touch, letting loose of the boundaries you set upon yourself and letting sweet moans escape. Ah, I could listen to that for hours. Your voice is already heavenly enough as is, but to be able to hear my name leave your lips as sultry. I won't be able to handle that. I don't think I'd ever want to share that experience, so make sure you only ever moan out my name, when we are alone. As reward I'll make sure to make you cum as many times as you want. I'll make sure you experience your limit of pleasure. You don't have to worry about any marks you leave behind, I like the reminder that I was able to lose control like that.

It might become an intense night, if you say yes to me. So I'll make sure to take good care of you after. A massage, some food and water, a bath, cuddles, just tell me what you need and I'll give it to you.

So, will you let me love you tonight? I'll be waiting for your anwser, my doll.

With all my heart and soul,

Your f/o.

╚═════════.ミ☆.╝

╔.ミ☆.═════════╗

7. Threat

Six of Swords

Temperance

Two of Wands

Two of Cups

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To My Treasured Rival.

Surprised?

I bet you are.

However, how could I not write to you as we are on a crossroad. History is about to be made, of course I want to preserve even the smallest of moments of it.

You know I must thank you too, without your wrong choices I wouldn't have made it this far. How does it feel, to see everything slip away between your fingers?

I quite like the direction we are headed, so I know you must hate it. We were fated in that sense, what was right for one of us, was wrong for the other. Though I know I was more right than wrong, would you disagree with that again? We could argue for hours on end about the most trivial of things, but those days are over.

It's serious this time.

So as a last goodbye, once more thank you for bringing me this far, thank you for letting me be a menance to others, but I will win, no matter what it might take. Prepare yourself, because I'm coming to hunt you down.

Signed,

Your f/o.

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