#cause much of my teen years was crying and wishing i could go back to those specific days and stop it ending

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IM GETTING EVERY IDEA I GOT OUT WHILE REQUESTS ARE OPEN IM SORRY

also I'm sorry i keep bringing up chaotic teen Buddy and Megatron, but i love seeing this fucker suffer through forced adoption.

I'm still kinda trucking through the comics, but i know that at some point Megatron is essentially yeeted into a whole ass different dimension and spent 300 years there (i could be totally wrong, if so ignore.) long story short, i have been stuck on the idea of Megatron getting stuck there for 300 years, mourning his funny little human child after 80 years, cause he figures even if he does get back home, they wont still be there.

Luckily for everyone involved, that 300 years was just a few months for the lost light. unluckily for everyone.

Buddy - "My father is gone, therefore I am no longer responsible for the consequences of my actions."

Hello again! Don't feel bad for asking/ requesting. Requests are fun to do for me and I can write almost anything someone asks, almost. Still, ask if you want something written. It is time for the return of Fearless Buddy!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy reaction to Megatron coming back from the other dimension

SFW, platonic, familial, bit of angst here and there, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

Buddy had conveniently slept when Megatron had left. Don't blame them, they had been running off of little to no sleep for weeks and their body finally had enough.

Rodimus had to break the news for Buddy.

"What do you mean Megatron is 'gone'?!"--Buddy

"He left, he just up and escaped! But don't worry we'll get him back on board in no time."--Rodimus

"He... He really just left?"--Buddy

"I'm afraid so."--Rodimus

"Well, you know what? Who needs him anyways! The big sorry pile of scrap can go rust in space for all I care!"--Buddy

"Buddy--"--Rodimus

"Who needs him! Thanks for letting me know Roddy, really. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some important things to go over with Whirl."--Buddy

"What important things? What could be more important than this right now?"--Rodimus

"We are going to put a bumper sticker on Minimus saying 'Kachinga'!"--Buddy

"... Carry on!"--Rodimus

Rodimus really wishes now that he had stopped Buddy from making it to Whirl's. The ship had become the two's playground for pranks and sillies.

No one was spared from their wrath.

Many bots on board got mad at the two. But it was the bots closest to Buddy to realize something was deeply troubling them.

Their enthusiasm seemed forced most of the time. Their laughter almost seemed... Robotic almost. And their eyes... they looked so hollow and lacked the usual twinkle they had before.

Whirl appointed himself Buddy's guardian in the meantime. There wasn't much argument there as being Buddy's Amica, it was probably for the best.

Whirl lost count of the amount of times he caught Buddy going into Megatron's habsuite and crying over some of his poems. He wants to hurt Megatron so badly for the pain he inflicted on Buddy. They became Rung's most frequently seen patient after talking with Whirl.

"You really think this is going to help?"--Buddy

"I'm sure of it! If Eyebrows here can stand me, then you'll be like a walk in the park!"--Whirl

"... Thanks Whirl. I mean it, you're the best Amica a friend could ask for."--Buddy

"Hey now, don't get soft on me yet. That's Rung's job. Now get in there and punch those feelings in the face!"--Whirl

The day when Megatron comes back after everything is settled Whirl is one of the first in line to deck him across the face.

"You sorry excuse of a tyrant!--"--Whirl

"I know you're upset Whirl... Buddy passing must not have been easy..."--Megatron

"Passing? What are you talking about?"--Whirl

"Surely they have already passed it's been more than 80 years."--Megatron

"Megs, it's been a couple months since your little disappearing act."--Rodimus

"...Is Buddy alive?"--Megatron

"Of course they are! Why--Hey!"--Whirl

Megatron sprinting pass him and to Buddy's habsuite.

Megatron had never sprinted as fast as he did at that moment. For the past 200 or so years he had been in a constant state of mourning. He thought he had lost Buddy forever. The biggest regret he had was not at least telling them good bye.

Now here he was... He almost backed out of knocking on the door, but he did it. The doors opened revealing Buddy in all of their morning glory.

"... Buddy?"--Megatron

"Ah man it's one of those dreams again. Listen fake Megs, I'm not in the mood right now. So if you'll just come back next week that'll be great."--Buddy

Megatron finally snapped out of his dazed and scooped up Buddy into his servos and held them close to his spark.

It took Buddy a solid second to realize this wasn't some fever dream.

"Megs?"--Buddy

"I'm here now. I'm here."--Megatron

"...How... How dare you! YOU LEFT ME HERE ALONE! YOU DON'T JUST CALL SOMEONE THEIR KID THEN LEAVE THEM HIGH AND DRY! WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ME?!? OR AT LEAST SAY GOOD BYE!? TELL ME! TELL ME WHY?!? DAD WHY DID... why did you leave me...*--Buddy

"...I am so sorry..."--Megatron

"...you better be... I will never leave your side again... You're worse than a toddler getting lost at a Walmart..."--Buddy

It wasn't an easy transition at first. Buddy had their friends always within arms length from Megatron. Buddy themselves put up some walls to avoid getting hurt again.

The two eventually decided to seek counseling to try and mend their relationship. Thank goodness that happened.

Now Megatron was sitting in his habsuite with Buddy telling him all the latest news on the ship while reviewing their latest poems.

These were the little things he missed most and was glad he had gotten a chance to get them back.

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Do Re Mi (70;teen Collab)

pairing; wen junhui x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff

warnings; unprotected sex, breeding kink, wife!reader, husband!jun, talk about having a baby, fingering, crying, mild dacryphilia, marking, scratching, cumplay, jun is able to lift the reader, there is a possibility i have missed some warnings

w/c; 4k and some change

70s;teen Collab Masterlist

a/n; hope you enjoy. this is my fic for the 70s:teen collab, please make sure you read all the other amazing fics on the masterlist! thank you to @onlyhuis and @wonwussy for proofreading.

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Jun lets out a tired breath as he uses his heel to push the front door shut before leaning against it. It had been a long day and he had been longing for this moment at least half of the day. After countless hours of answering students’ questions and being at the beck and call of the professor, Jun was relieved to finally be safe in the home he shared with you. 

It didn’t matter to him that it was small or that the sinks leaked. It didn’t matter that the walls were thin and that the windows shook when the train went by. Because you didn’t have to travel for work, not when the apartment was right above the little record store you ran. The most important part was that no matter how many problems this place gave Jun, its biggest selling point was that you lived there with him. 

The sound of The Monkees causes Jun to smile a bit as he pushes off the wooden door stepping into the living room towards the sound. You were different from him and that was what made you so special in Jun’s eyes. Where he tried hard to be responsible, frugal, sensible. It oftentimes made him seem, to those on the outside, boring and reserved. 

You on the other hand were every bit a child of the times, a free spirit. A small breath of a laugh escapes Jun’s lips when he finally finds you in the kitchen. Your bare feet skate across the linoleum, a wooden spoon in your hand as you dance along with the music. The smell of the soup you were working so hard on filled the man’s nose and Jun finds himself falling even more in love with you.

There was no way that anyone could look at you and ever find you boring. To those who didn’t know you and Jun well, you two seemed like an impossible pair, but in truth, you were the reason he felt like he could breathe. You were the reason he knew how to dance. He was the reason you were stable. You were each other's balance. 

“Babe, you know how to make me smile. You know that?” 

Jun’s voice draws you out of your moment, but you don’t seem to mind. Instead, you find yourself unable to hide your enthusiasm. You could tell how tired he was, but the fact that he did this every day and still managed to make you feel like you were on top of the world every day showed how great of a man he was. 

Moving into his arms, you let the hand holding the spoon rest over his shoulder as you grip his loose tie resting under his sweater vest with the other to pull him down to your lips. Jun chuckles against your lips, his own hands finding your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh through your thin dress as he returns your kiss. 

“I missed you. Don’t leave me again. Quit your job, we can live off the land.” 

Laughing again, Jun gives you one last kiss having heard the same words from you every day for the past year. He wished he could tell you yes. As much as he’d love to spend everyday with you on some farm away from the city, he knew he didn’t want his studies to go to waste. 

“So tempting, but I have to take care of my pretty little wife. Start a family with her. You understand don’t you, my little bird?” 

Leaning back you just smile because it was almost the same conversation you shared every day and yet you never grew tired of it. You weren’t sure how you’d ever get tired of hearing Jun call you his wife or hearing how much he wanted to start a family with you. It seemed no matter how tight money was, that was still the most important thing to him in the world. 

“Mm, I do. Tell me about your day. The soup is almost done.” 

Jun lets you slip from his fingers though it feels like the most difficult thing he has done all day. Watching you move back to the stove, he leans against the counter with a small sigh before reaching up to undo his tie completely. His eyes never leave you though they move up and down your body as you still sway to the music. 

“It smells great. It was just another day at the university, honestly. I’m too pooped to pop. I’m sure some food and rest will do me some good.” 

You laugh at Jun’s words, shaking your head as you push the spoon through the mixture in front of you as it bubbles steadily. 

“You work too hard. You are a real catch, Jun. I got lucky, I know I should do more than the record store.” 

Shaking his head, Jun frowns a bit at your words. Pulling the tie from his neck, he wraps it around his hand as he speaks looking down at the red material. 

“Absolutely not. It makes you happy, I like you happy. We do alright. I won’t be an assistant forever. I’ll finish up this degree and I’ll be the professor. I’ll make bread. We’ll be more than comfortable. Don’t you worry about that. Promise?” 

Glancing over your shoulder, you let your eyes fall to Jun’s hands before you find his eyes so you can offer him a smile and a nod. You believed in him more than anyone in the world. 

“Yeah, of course. Go get changed. Not that I don’t like seeing you all decked out, but maybe being comfortable might help you relax.” 

Jun can’t help but grin at your suggestion. He knew you were right. Pushing away from the counter, he nods, stepping in behind you. You are the one smiling when you feel his lips brush against your neck and his fingers against your stomach pulling your ass back against his hips. 

“Mmkay. I’ll be right back. I love you.” 

A smile stays on his lips as he hears you repeat the words back to him even as he trudges toward the bedroom leaving you to do what you were doing. It doesn’t take long before he is back in the kitchen with you. Instead of trousers, a button-up, a sweater vest, and a tie you smile as your husband sets the table wearing loose pants and a sweater you had bought for him. The day’s stress already seemed to melt from him with each passing moment. 

Dinner conversation passes with ease as always. Jun talks about his day but is always more interested in yours. His smile never ceases to make you feel warm and a bit shy at times no matter how long you have been with him. 

“That sounds like a great day, babe. Business is good then.” 

You laugh into a final bite of your food allowing Jun to take your dishes. The man never seemed to allow you to both cook and clean. Biting your lip, you tilt your head watching as he pushes his sleeves up moving towards the sink to go about his task as he still stays attentive to your words. 

“Yeah, it’s bitchin’. I love the store. Just music all day long, Jun. It’s like heaven on earth.” 

Jun grins, his hands covered in soap as he carefully washes the bowls knowing he has broken more than one in the past by accident. 

“Well, you own it. How can it not be heaven?” 

Rolling your eyes, you move from your seat to push in the chairs before making your way over to your husband. Wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, you can almost hear the smile on his breath when you lay your cheek against his back. 

“You are really certified. You know that right? Nobody talks like that. You’re cheesy.” 

Laughing, Jun washes the soap from his hands and dries them before lifting his arms and turning in his embrace to face you. With a smirk on his face, he goes as far as to bite on his bottom lip and shrug his shoulders. 

He was your ground in this chaotic world and right now this was all that mattered. Shaking your head you take a step back towards the living room causing him to laugh as you sway your hips to the music playing low on the record player. It was different from before. This was music for slow dancing, music for lovers. 

“Are you trying to tell me something?” 

Jun smiles brightly when a smile spreads across your pretty face. It didn’t matter how tired he was. Your smile was like a shot of vitamin c injected right into his veins. 

“Maybe. I got good vibes about things lately. I’m thinking you should take me to bed,..” 

His smile only falters for a moment as Jun licks his lips, his brows furrowing at your words. You made it hard for him to keep his cool around you. It didn’t matter if you two had been married for two years or twenty…Jun felt it in his soul you were going to keep him on his toes. 

“You sayin’...” 

It’s when you nod, your footstep still walking the two of you backwards closer to the bedroom that Jun’s breath hitches in his throat. The two of you had talked about starting a family a hundred times but the financial situation was never right. It still wasn’t in Jun’s mind… but you saying what you had, Jun couldn’t think about anything else. 

A gasping laugh finds your lips when Jun moves quickly picking you up in his arms. Your hands on his shoulders, you kick your legs only to stop when you feel his lips press against the rising fabric of your shirt. A short huff of breath escapes him and you find yourself suddenly furrowing your brows. Your fingers running through his hair as he takes the last few steps through the door to your shared bedroom to lay you on the bed. 

Your fingers still threading through your husband’s soft locks, you find your eyes closing to the feeling of his lips finding purchase on your skin as his fingers gently work the button of your jeans loose in the dimly lit room. The only sounds are that of your soft moans, panting breaths, and his strategic kisses that seem to mesh with the music from the living room.

Lifting your hips to the feeling of Jun’s fingers pushing against your hips, you smile finally looking down at him in the low light to find his eyes on you. He had a way about making you feel shy by doing something so simple. Just his eyes on your face as he worked your jeans over your thighs, his breath fanning over your abdomen was enough to cause your cheeks to feel like you were standing too close to an open flame. 

“Jun…” 

Now he was smiling at your tiny whimper of his name. God, you were like a dream. How had he landed you, Jun would never understand, but he counted his blessings each and every day and especially any chance he had the privilege to between your thighs. 

“What is it, little bird? You sound so pretty tonight.” 

A soft happy sigh on your lips causes Jun’s eyes to close momentarily as he drops your jeans onto the floor and his hands slide along your legs towards your hips once again. You were better than music. He knew that you’d argue with him on that. There was little that you enjoyed more than your records, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than the little sounds that slipped out of your lips when he was touching you. 

“I want you to make love to me Jun. Wanna have a baby…” 

The last sentence is spoken much quieter than the first. It’s almost as if you are afraid to say it too loudly. Either out of embarrassment or more that if you say it too loud it might not happen. His hands begin to shake, Jun presses his fingers into the top of your panties as his eyes finally move over your face once again. You watch him take in a steading breath, his eyes somewhat darker even noticeable in the dim light. 

“That’s what you want? Me to make love to you in our bed?” 

Jun watches you nod, your fingers moving to your lip as you smile shyly at his words as if they are dirty. He could talk dirty when he wanted to and he hadn’t even started. Biting at his bottom lip, Jun’s eyes fall on your hips as you rock them back and forth while his hands work your panties downwards. You were still dancing for him, even in the bed. 

“You want me to put a baby in you?” 

Your cheeks burn as you nod quickly, your fingers finding the comforter under your body to hold onto tightly as Jun’s nails scratch along your legs, your panties ending up at your ankles. Your husband grins to himself at how you are acting, how desperate you have become even as he feels his cock pulsing with need in his jeans. 

“Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll fuck you slow and sweet.” 

Jun’s name is whispered on your lips and he smiles into his words once your bottom half is completely exposed to him. Raising his eyebrows, Jun slides his arm around your waist, lifting you up to sit on the bed so he can shimmy your shirt over your head. You whine, your fingers pulling at his shirt once you are naked in front of him, wanting him to join you. 

“I’m working on it, baby. I said slow and sweet. Did you want something different?” 

Jun watches you smile, your fingers trailing after his own as he finally loses his sweater among the clothes on the floor. 

“Maybe…what if slow and sweet doesn’t win the race, Jun.” 

Laughing, Jun lets your fingers play with the top of his pants before he uses your hands to push them down along with his underwear, making you suck in a breath. It didn’t matter how many times you saw your husband naked it always felt like the first time. His body was perfect. The way his hips led in a perfect v to his cock. 

“I think it does, but I promise you…my pace won’t matter, little bird. What is going to matter is that I’m going to fill you full of me.” 

Jun meant that in every meaning of the phrase. He knew that he was just the right size to fill your pussy completely. He couldn’t wait to feel you around him. He could also already feel his mind going crazy at the idea of his cum inside of you. The idea of it dripping out of you so that he could push it back in, keeping you full of him. 

His hand sliding along your side, Jun rests his knee between your thighs on the bed as he hovers over you. The man’s eyes move over your face before he brings his hand to your face, letting his thumb trace your soft bottom lip lightly. 

Your body vibrates with desire. Your back arches as you feel the heat of his body radiating towards your own wanting more contact with him, and yet Jun takes his time. You watch your husband smile as his thumb strums along your jaw, his fingers sliding along the side of your head when he finally leans down to press his lips to yours in a breathtaking kiss. 

No thoughts, only your mind repeating the same name over and over again as your nails rake along his sides. 

‘Jun, Jun, Jun…’ 

The thoughts are so loud it surprises you that his name doesn’t slip out between moans that Jun claims as his own. Smiling against your lips briefly, Jun’s brows furrow, feeling his abdomen tighten with want when your tongue begs for entrance into his mouth and glides along his own. Between the passion of your kiss and the way you were pressing against his leg now nestled between your thighs, Jun’s brain felt like it was spinning. 

“Fuck–you are so good, baby. I love you so much.” 

You can’t help but whimper to Jun’s words that are spoken against your lips and jaw as his kisses dance along your skin to your neck. You were clinging to your husband, soft whispered begs falling from your lips as his leg slides from your thighs leaving you feeling too empty. 

“Pl–lease…Jun. I need you. I love you. I can’t wait anymore.” 

Jun grins against the column of your neck hearing your words against the shell of his ear. Your breath was hot and your words made his body shiver. You needed him. He needed you. Always and forever. That had been the promise made at an altar in front of family and friends. He had promised to love and take care of you for always and forever… 

“Mm, so beautiful. My pretty wife. You need me?” 

Tears on the rims of your eyes, you nod firmly to Jun’s question knowing he already knew the answer. His fingers brush under your eye, a small cooing sound slipping from his lips as he nods in return. 

Your eyes are so beautiful, he thought causing him to move slower than he would have on a normal night. Jun watches your lips fall open to the feeling of his fingers sliding between your wet folds. He relishes in the soft whimpered moans that meet his ears as he circles his middle finger around your wanting entrance. 

“You are so wet… You want me that bad?” 

The tears that had been on the rim of your eyes now trail along your cheeks as you nod and mutter yes to answer Jun’s question, feeling just his finger to the first knuckle teasing you. No matter how much you moved your hips trying to feel more, it managed to only tease you and praise you for your patience. 

Placing a kiss on your cheek, Jun smiles against your skin as he brushes away your tears with his fingers. He knew you weren’t sad. You just needed him that much and he wouldn’t make you wait any longer. With his breath warm against your jaw, Jun listens to your moans changing pitch when he lines himself up with you and pushes in slowly. His eyes close and goosebumps spread along his skin not only to the feeling of your warm walls clenching every inch of him but also to the way the rest of your body molds to him. 

Your right knee slides to Jun’s hip as your left foot rests over his hip allowing him to thrust into you deep and hard. He was keeping his promise of going slow. You could feel every ridge of his cock as he slid from you only to be swallowed back by you inch by inch. 

“Perfect… you’re perfect, baby. God, you are holding me so tight. Wanna fill you up, little bird.” 

Jun’s lips find yours though he keeps speaking against them between kisses. His words made your head spin with more desire. It was exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to fill you up. That was his promise. 

“Do it, Jun… please? Know what I said, remember? Know what I want, what we want.”  

Moving his head down, Jun can’t help but groan low and deep against the crook of your neck at your words. His pace picks up speed as he feels his climax quickening in his abdomen like a glass about to shatter. 

“I–I… fuck, I know, babe. I know… I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you a baby.” 

Your nails scratch at Jun’s shoulder when his thrusts become more intense. Your eyes closed tightly, you can’t hide the soft happy sound that leaves your lips when Jun says he will give you a baby. You knew he would. You had a good feeling about tonight. 

Hand flat against his shoulder, you arch hard off the bed, feeling your orgasm rip through you like waves against the rocks during a storm. Jun groans your name, sweat rolling from his temples as he feels your walls clench and flutter around him as you cum. 

There was no way he could keep himself from following you as your body seemed to want him to do so. His mouth latching to your soft skin, Jun hisses against your neck as he leaves a small mark that will bloom darker by the morning as he spills into you. 

With each thrust towards your hips, Jun’s groans fill your ears as his cum begins to drip from you only to be pushed back in by the next thrust. Meeting your eyes, Jun sucks on his bottom lip before letting it fall from between his teeth as he mutters your name and his hips come to a stop between your thighs. 

Your fingers slide along his back and down his arms as Jun’s nose nuzzles against your jaw pushing your head back against the pillows. A laugh slips from your lips, and he smiles against your neck between tender kisses. He gently slips his softening length from you and leans back to look between your legs. 

Shaking his head, Jun mutters a curse under his breath at the sight of you, at how perfect you are with his cum slowly dripping from between your folds. The feeling of his fingers sliding over your swollen folds causes you to jump, but the soft sound of his calming voice keeps you grounded as Jun pushes his cum back into you making sure not a drop is wasted. 

“All of it baby… mmm, make my head go crazy looking like this. I could almost go again.” 

Biting on your lips, you stifle a laugh. Your thighs shake as the heel of Jun’s hand rocks over your clit. A sly grin spreads over his face as you try to keep the moan at bay when he knows your body almost as well as you do. 

“But I’ll be good…” 

Kissing your shoulder, Jun lazily pushes his fingers into you as he thinks about what you had said that had led the two of you to bed in the first place. His smile softens as he feels your hand wrap around his wrist and your cheek resting against his forehead. 

“You can’t keep it inside me forever, Jun…”

He disagreed but he was also a smart enough man to know it wouldn’t change the outcome, no matter how much enjoyed the feeling or the sight of it. 

“Mm, I could. You are just so pretty, but you are right. We need to get cleaned up. I can make love to you again tomorrow and the next day… and the next…” 

Your giddy laugh causes Jun to laugh along with you, his fingers slipping from between your legs so he can pull you into his arms. You find yourself smiling against his kiss before melting into it as his hand glides along your back holding you as closely as he can manage. 

“You want a baby that bad, Jun?” 

Smiling against your lips, Jun nods. He listens to your soft whines that he swallows with his kiss as his nails scratch along your hip. He wanted a family with you more than anything. He wanted to make you happier than you were today. Tomorrow he would want to make you happier the next day and the next. He’d never stop, and if he was lucky enough to be a dad he’d work even harder to make you and that baby happy. 

Turning on his back, Jun lets you rest your chin on his chest as he looks up at the ceiling. His fingers trailing along your back as the record player plays the last song. You can’t help but run your fingers over your lower stomach as you feel your heart tighten at the sight of your husband happy and content. You really did have a good feeling about today. 

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God this movie defined my childhood and it's still so good when I rewatch it now. I'm guessing you'll have had this submitted a good few times bc it goddamn deserves it but. Hiccup is so relatable and !! dragons !! big cute dragons whose animation models are based on cats!! based fr

I have many fond childhood memories of this movie and in particular I loved how my cousin would "talk" for Toothless (cousin was babysitting us when we first watched the movie). Another thing is The SCORE. The music is iconic and awe inspiring to this day. That first time when Hiccup and Toothless fly together and it Works and the score absolutely goes HARD, I loose my breath every time. It's great. Also have you seen Toothless he's an adorable dragon and a badass, what's not to love?

Makes me cry every time because Hiccup and Toothless are such good friends and they love each other and end up as two halves of a boy dragon soulmate sandwich also the music is extremely good who doesn’t like dragons anyway.

It's the story of a beautiful friendship forming between a boy who doesn't fit in and a dragon who is the last of his kind. It's so cute. And it shows positive representation of disability, Hiccup and Toothless become disabled in ways that meaningfully parallel each other. Hiccup makes a prosthetic tail fin! And Toothless is just so cute!

The sound track is amazing

Honestly everything is phenomenal. It has a good use of comedy and an excellent story and character development. There are also countless beautiful and awe-inspiring scenes supported by an amazing score.

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It is a very emotional movie about an old man learning to still enjoy life even though his wife died.

Such a beautiful film about loss

#How To Train Your Dragon #Up #best animated movie #round 2 #tournament poll #tumblr's favorite

[wishdonttell]

Hi! I'd like to request some HC of Königs fave food pls! Like the dishes he used to eat when he was young and the memories associated with them, and his current faves as an adult :D thanks!

HIHI! Thank you for the request and sorry for the wait my school messed up my registration and my teacher doesn't believe in giving me paperwork so it has been a mess lol! But THIS WAS SO CUTE AHHH!

König can usually deal with the poor acquitted food he's giving in his service, but when he was stationed in America seeing even the American-core version of his home-cook food had him salivating

On his way back home he decided to visit his mother and stay a night or two. she was over the moon at her big baby staying and decided to treat him to a feast.

His mother had some sweet savory Kaiserschmarrn left over for König. He sat there eating some, just melting into the couch with a happy contempt face, He wish he could eat this every day even though it was a bit sweet.

He remembers the first time his Oma made some after he had a rough day in 1st grade. He was sobbing and she picked him up sat him on her lap and gave him some, shushing the crying boy.

That shows he feels now like that little boy, but instead of crying from sadness, it was out of fondness. He kissed his mother's cheek as he retreats to his childhood room, it still looks the same as the last time he visit.

When it came to morning time his mother knocked on the door before coming in with a tray, she sat at the end of the bed as he handed him the food.

it was Apfelradln- he looked in shock. mainly cause he hasn't asked for these since freshman year of school. these were his favorite but he use to get made fun of cause it was "childish" to wanna eat healthy apparently to teens- teens are very scary- he shivered thinking about it.

His mother ate one with him as she reminisced over how he came home one day and told her to never make them again, but when she made it for his little cousins, he would always steal some before securing away.

König couldn't help the embarrassment crept up onto his face, but if he be fair he had a fragile ego back then and sometimes still do.

His mother told him to get dressed so they can go shopping for lunch and dinner, and she'll make him anything.

His ears perked up like a puppy. He hated shopping, but how can he say no to his mother? He got dressed and put on a black medical mask before following his mother into town.

As they bought the ingredients for his favorite comfort food, his mother smiled in delight at how her son truly hasn't changed much, but grew so much.

She couldn't help but tease Konig and asked him when he gonna get a s/o and he couldn't help the cough that came out as he avoided her eyes. She laughed softly before continuing to check out which König refused to let her pay.

On the way back she allowed König to help cook the meal, I mean it was more like König trying to make his mother do the least amount of work, even telling her to go watch tv and he'll handle the hard stuff- nothing is a hard sweetheart...

Once he finished though they are rewarded with some hot and steamy Käsespätzle. He smiled as he made his mother's plate first and then his bring it to his mother as they sat and ate together.

His mother could help herself though but let out a little comment

"so Käsespätzle wasn't emberassing or lame as a kid but Apfelradln was"

She giggled to herself as König groaned and enjoyed his cheesy Käsespätzle.

he kissed his mother's check as he retreated to bed again after spending the rest of the day with her. He smiled as his belly was full and his heart swelled with love.

He couldn't wait to come back on his next break.

Sorry about the wait! but I truly hope you enjoyed it!!

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig modern warfare #könig headcanons

[cecilebutcher]

დMitski & MARIA songs I associate with the twst boysდ

How many of these will I make? Beats me. Until I run out of music probably. Which means never<3

!!Don’t like,it does nothing. Reblog instesd!!

!!!some of these songs contain heavy topics you have been warned!!!

Characters: all the twst boys + some of my oc’s

Riddle Rosehearts: the family jewels

“Welcome to the family jewels. Coal to diamond, sold to fools. Welcome to the family jewels. Simmerin' sapphire can't keep his cool. I can't keep my cool. I can't keep my cool. Family said that I decided to live a loveless life. Is it my fault we stay divided? 'Cause I got too much pride. Pass the parcel, wrap, unwrap, and open up the locks. Out come flying all the secrets of Pandora's box”

Trey Clover: a Pearl

“Sorry, I don't want your touch. It's not that I don't want you. Sorry, I can't take your touch. There's a hole that you fill. You fill, you fill. But it's just that I fell in love with a war. And nobody told me it ended. And it left a pearl in my head. And I roll it around every night. Just to watch it glow. Every night, baby, that's where I go. Just to watch it glow”

Cater Diamond: teen idle

“Yeah, I wish I'd been, I wish I'd been, a teen, teen idle. Wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title. Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible. Feeling super, super, super suicidal. The wasted years, the wasted youth. The pretty lies, the ugly truth. And the day has come where I have died. Only to find, I've come alive”

Ace Trappola: first love/last spring

“Wild women don't get the blues. But I find that. Lately I've been crying like a. Tall child. So please hurry leave me. I can't breathe. Please don't say you love me. 胸がはち切れそうで. One word from you and I would. Jump off of this. Ledge I'm on Baby. Tell me "don't". So I can. Crawl back in”

Deuce Spade: I bet on losing dogs

“My baby, my baby. You're my baby, say it to me. Baby, my baby. Tell your baby that I'm your baby. I bet on losing dogs. I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place. By the ring. Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down. I'll be there on their side. I'm losing by their side”

Leona Kingscholar: are you satisfied?

“My problem, it's my problem. That I never am happy. It's my problem, it's my problem. On how fast I will succeed. Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free. They say I'm a control freak. Driven by a greed to succeed. Nobody can stop me”

Ruggie Bucchi: washing machine heart

“Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart. Baby, bang it up inside. I'm not wearing my usual lipstick. I thought maybe we would kiss tonight. Baby will you kiss me already and. Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart? Baby, bang it up inside Baby, though I've closed my eyes. I know who you pretend I am. I know who you pretend I am”

Jack Howl: Francis forever

“On sunny days I go out walking. I end up on a tree-lined street. I look up at the gaps of sunlight. I miss you more than anything. I don't need the world to see That I've been the best I can be, but I don't think I could stand to be Where you don't see me And autumn comes when you're not yet done. With the summer passing by, but. I don't think I could stand to be Where you don't see me”

Azul Ashengrotto: oh no!

“I know exactly what I want and who I want to be. I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine. I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy. Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh! One track mind, one track heart. If I fail, I'll fall apart. Maybe it is all a test 'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst. So I always act like I'm the best”

Jade Leech: come into the water

“Come into the water. Do you wanna be my baby? Are you waiting to touch me? You look so good, but I keep my hands. 'Til you come into the water. Maybe I'm the same as all those men. Writing songs of all they're dreaming. But would you tell me if you want me? Cause I can't move until you show me”

Floyd Leech: hermit the frog

“They say you used to be so kind. I never knew you had such a dirty mind. Well, I went to the doctors believing. The devil had control over me and. I was finding it hard to breathe in. Finding it hard to fight the feeling. When my heart just burst like a glass balloon. I let it fly too high and it shattered too soon. I was the wrong damn girl in the wrong damn room. I broke my glass balloon. I let go of my glass balloon”

Kalim Al-Asim: bubblegum bitch

“I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out. 'Cause that's what young love is all about. So pull me closer and kiss me hard. I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart. I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips. Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss. I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips. I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch. I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch”

Jamil Viper: me and my husband

“But me and my husband. We're doing better. It's always been just him and me. Together. So I bet all I have on that. Furrowed brow. And at least in this lifetime. We're sticking together. Me and my husband. We're sticking together. And I am the idiot with the painted face. In the corner, taking up space. But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

Vil Shoenheit: primadonna

“Would you do anything for me? Buy a big diamond ring for me? Would you get down on your knees for me? Pop that pretty question, right now baby. Beauty queen on a silver screen. Living life like I'm in a dream. I know I've got a big ego. I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though”

Rook Hunt: how to be a heartbreaker

“This is how to be a heartbreaker. Boys they like a little danger. We'll get him falling for a stranger. A player, singing I lo-lo-love you. How to be a heartbreaker. Boys they like the look of danger. We'll get him falling for a stranger. A player, singing I lo-lo-love you. At least I think I do”

Epel Felmier: girls

“Is there any possibility. You'll quit gossiping about me. To hide your insecurities. All you say is "blah, blah" Girls they never befriend me. Cause I fall asleep when they speak. Of all the calories they eat. All they say is "na na na na na"”

Idia Shroud: nobody

“And I don't want your pity. I just want somebody near me. Guess I'm a coward. I just want to feel alright. And I know no one will save me. I just need someone to kiss. Give me one good honest kiss. And I'll be alright. Nobody, nobody, nobody. Nobody, nobody. Ooh, nobody, nobody, nobody”

Ortho Shroud: I am not a robot

“I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable. I am not a robot. You're lovable, so lovable. But you're just troubled. Guess what I'm not a robot, a robot. Guess what I'm not a robot, a robot. Can you teach me how to feel real. Can you turn my power on. Well, let the drum beat drop”

Malleus Draconia: ancient dreams in a modern land

“You don't have to be like everybody else. You don't have to fit into the norm. You are not here to conform. I am here to take a look inside myself. Recognize that I could be the eye, the eye of the storm. I am not my body, not my mind or my brain (ha). Not my thoughts or feelings, I am not my DNA. I am the observer, I'm a witness of life. I live in the space between the stars and the sky”

Lilia Vanrouge: goodbye, my danish sweetheart

“So, I don't blame you. If you want to bury me in your memory. I'm not the girl I ought to be, but. Maybe when you tell your friends. You can tell them what you saw in me. And not how I turned out to be. There's some kind of burning inside me. It's kept me from falling apart. And I'm sure that you've seen what it's done to my heart. But it's kept me from falling apart”

Silver (Vanrouge): seventeen

“Could never tell you what happened. The day I turned seventeen. The rise of a king and the fall of a queen. Seventeen, seventeen. Oh, you are embarrassed of me. ‘Cos I use my tongue freely. Bet you wish I couldn't speak. ‘Cos when I do, you know. I tell you why you're being weak. You want a hassle free life. Go get your upper class wife. Oh, she's got all the personality. Of a lemon that has been. Truly sucked dry”

Sebek Zigvolt: strawberry blond

“I love everybody because I love you. When you stood up, walked away barefoot. And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape. I looked over it and I ached. I love everybody because I love you. I don't need the city, and I don't need proof. All I need, darlin', is a life in your shape. I picture it, soft, and I ache”

!!requests are open!!

Originally I was gonna make one for each Mitski and MARIA but then I realized I don’t have enough songs for both of em, so I combined them👍

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

#twisted wonderland #twst #❦cece #disney twisted wonderland #riddle Rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace Trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigbolt

[s-creations]

26 Ways to Feel Mortal - W: Withdraw

26 Chapters based around experiences that newly arrived Geno experiences while trying to find the Star Pieces.

Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: Teen and UP Audiences Relationship: Mario/Geno (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Rating for Teen needed for later chapters, but shouldn't be to worrisome, I'll have warnings if I'm worried, Poly relations!, Main characters will always be named, Minor characters will arrive as needed, the chapters are not in a specific order, just meets the needs of the given word, please be aware of spoilers.

Withdraw: (verb) Remove or take away (something) from a particular place or position.

“Geno?”

Said puppet didn’t look up. Quietly berating himself for not hiding himself away better. But also knew Mario would have found him eventually. 

Geno closed himself off further as Mario sat next to him.

“You, um, you missed dinner,” Mario started off softly, “I saved you a bit though. It’s a Toad Town specialty. Really something you can’t miss.”

That hit harder than what Mario meant, no doubt. Geno clenched his jaw to keep himself quiet. Even as the sorrow crept up his throat. 

“Um, Peach was hoping to show you around? The locals are curious about the hero from the stars. Or, well, the hero who is a Star. Suppose that’s more accurate, right?”

Geno was thankful that his cape could hide the upper portion of his body. So Mario couldn’t see how hard Geno was clasping his hands together. 

“Did I do something wrong?”

That caused Geno to finally snap his attention to Mario. The human looking away, dejected eyes staring at the ground. 

“You’ve been really quiet recently and you don’t interact with any of us anymore. At least, not like you used to. You stay near the back. You’re so focused on battling. You’re barely eating anymore. Did something happen? Did…Did I make a mistake?” 

When Mario looked up his face fell from confusion to panic. 

Geno suddenly realized he was crying now. 

Said puppet turned as quickly as he could to rub his eyes furiously.

“Geno-”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly not!” 

“Just drop it.”

“No.”

“Mario…”

“Talk to me, please.”

“I can’t…”

“You know I’m here for you.”

“I can’t…”

“Geno-”

“I have to leave!”

Geno didn’t mean to shout. Or stand. Now towering over a wide eyed Mario.

“Don’t you get that? Once we get the final Star Piece, I have to leave. I have to go back to help build Star Road and I can’t come back. I have to leave all of this behind! I have…I have to leave you.”

Geno’s resolve crumbled away. Unabashedly crying as he allowed his sorrow to pull him down. Mario able to catch Geno quickly and hold him close.

“I know, I know it will hurt because it already does,” Geno sobbed, “I know it’ll be so much worse. I figured, if I pulled away, it wouldn’t hurt. If I just broke away, it would be easier for everyone. But it still hurts…”

“You need to trust me when I say that’s not going to work,” Mario whispered softly, “You’ve made everyone worry and hurt yourself more than you meant to.”

Geno hiccuped as he buried himself into the crook of Mario’s neck. “I don’t want to leave.”

“...Do you really have to?”

“I need to make sure the road’s built again. I need to know wishes can be granted again. They’ll need my help.”

“Then…I’ll wish for you to come back.”

Geno pulled away to stare in disbelief at Mario’s words, “What?”

“I’ll wish for you to come back ,” Mario stated simply again, “You’d be able to grant that, right?”

“...O-Of course.”

“Then I’ll wish. I’ll wish every night for you to come back here. Even if it takes weeks, months, years, I’ll wish and wait. And until the end, when you have to go back, we need to celebrate however many days you have left here. Yeah? No more hiding away anymore.”

Geno let out a small whine and nodded.

“Okay… Do you want to go back?”

“...Can we stay here for a little longer?”

Mario smiled softly, “Sure, I’ll give you as much time as I can give.”

#geno smrpg #geno #mario #mallow #princess peach #bowser #genario #s-creations #fanfiction

[margomortelle]

She had missed the last train and there was only one person she could ask for help. Brian. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt trapped. Between a rock and a hard place. He had given her an ultimatum. But she had to go home and now she had no way. Maybe John didn't have to know. If she was careful, this trip could be a harmless little secret.  She didn't know why John was always so jealous. Nothing ever happened between them. They were just old long time friends from their teen years.  At one time there used to be spark between them. They were both far too shy to act upon it. No matter how much they ached and desired to feel each other's embrace. Too afraid, too ashamed or shy. It doesn't matter now though. She grabbed her phone and dialed. As it rang she held her breath. Nervous to ask such a favor. She knew he'd say yes without hesitating. But he wasn't why she was nervous.  It was John. He always had a mean streak. He liked to yell and to weaponize his words to sting with the most oomph he could. It was him she was avoiding."Hey mel whats up? " Brian asked when he answered the phone. Nothing. She stayed silent for a moment. Her mind blank on what to say. She didn't want to explain the situation just yet. "Hey are you there? Mel?" "Oh yes Brian I'm here..... I have a huge favor to ask. I missed my train and I really need to get out of here.  Could you possibly give me a ride?"

"Yeah of course.  Where are you?" He asked a bit of concern,. He knew something didn't feel right about this. 

"Uhm I can just meet you at your place. I don't want to stay still for too long. Being a sitting duck and all. He'll find me that way" 

"What do you-" she hung up on him and started walking towards his side of town.  It was raining, she heard a car coming down the street she was on. In a panic she ran to take cover in an ally. "Shit" she cried with frustration.  She was all wet. She accidentally splashed  through a large puddle laced with oil  rainbows. It may have been pretty but now her shoes were soaking wet. Mel bolted down the alley hoping she was just being paranoid.  She wasn't. After the huge argument they had just had early this afternoon. John wanted payback for her running out of the apartment, disobeying his wishes.  She pushed back when he slammed her against the wall for hundredth time. She went as far to kick him,  hard, in the nuts. Causing him to keel over on the floor cursing and shouting even more at her.  There wasn't time to worry about that. He would be on her trail and she had to keep moving. The sun was setting quickly tonight. The seasons approaching the cold long winter nights were not her friend today.  She walked and walked, cutting through back yards any short cuts she could think of. Her phone rang, bzzt bzzt, Brian's name popped up on the screen. She let out a sigh and answered.  "Brian?" "Melanie!  Where are you? Can I meet you somewhere? I feel like this is ridiculous having you walk all the way from the train station." "I didn't want him to follow me there,  he went to far this time Brian... I'm scared" she started crying. "I'm almost there though. I can your roof from here." Brian's body relaxed. He saw a small figure approaching from the down the road. He grabbed his umbrella and ran towards her. "Mel, your soaking wet! You need to come inside and dry off" he said as he popped open the umbrella above her. Tip tap tap tap the rain clashed with the umbrella before rolling off. It began to rain heavier. Despite her protest, Brian was able to get her inside. Sitting at his table with a cup of hot tea and a towel on her shoulders, she sipped in silence. He took this opportunity to ask, "Did John do that?" Gesturing to her black eye and bruised cheeks. She said nothing,  staring into her cup but she nodded slowly a few moments later. 

After she was dry and changed, Brian kissed her forehead before heading down to his car to prepare for the long drive ahead, it would take several hours. And Melanie was adamant they did not stop on the drive. He carried several bags down, food, some spare clothes. 

Melanie noticed he was taking a little too long, 10 minutes goes by, then 15, at the 17 minute mark she tried to call him and got no answer.  How bizarre.  She began to fill with panic. She called him again. It again rang until reaching his voice-mail. She headed outside, as soon as she opened the door to his apartment,  she noticed something odd. Small drops of red roughly half way down the hall. She called out to Brian, but received eery silence in return. Mel walked quickly but quietly down the hall until she met the red drops. First they were small and very spaced out. She followed down the stairs and towards the street. She hadn't noticed them getting bigger until suddenly it seems the red spots had grown 10x in size. "...Brian?" She called out once again, silence still except the pitter patter rain. She finally made it to where his car had parked. She screamed. She couldn't see anything from the passenger side yet, but she did see the large red puddle still growing on the wet pavement peeking out from the other side. She ran to the driver side getting soaked from storm. The rain poured down on her as she absorbed the scene she entered.  Brian. Dead. Blood covered his abdominal. His hands and face bloody as well. She looked closer, his throat was cut, and he was stabbed in the chest to many times it was impossible to count. His shirt and jacket looked like they'd got through a shredder.  

"I told you that a was a big mistake. Now it's time for your punishment." A deep voiced said. It had the sound of apathy and disdain.  Mel jumped a foot in the air from the surprise.  She whipped around to John stand only a few feet away. How did he sneak up on her like that, she never heard him coming. His face was splattered with Brian's blood, he had a crazed bewildered look in his eyes and a wide smile. He raised the knife in his hand up high, "It's your turn Melanie " he whispered in a soft calm tone. She tried back up but fell into Brian's bloody corpse. John plunged the knife into has hard and deep as it would go, over and over long after her screams had stopped.

#writers and poets #author #Horror #short story #tw abuse #Murder #tw death #MargoMortelle #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #creative writing

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The Warmth (kaze to ki no uta fanfic) part 1

《what if Gilbert had survived the night that almost killed him?》

the incident that nearly killed Gilbert traumatized Serge about losing him for once and for all. now, Pascal is treating Gilbert who was lying weakly on the bed, he had been cleaned with water by Serge, replaced with new clothes and bandages on his wounds.

Pascal was injecting a vaccine into the vein in the blond's arm, the vaccine he uses for victims who have taken too many drugs. he had tried the vaccine on several people before Gilbert and the results were successful. it's a pretty strong one. when injected, it will caused a bit of burning sensation.

but, as long as Gilbert can recover, Pascal will do anything for his friend. Gilbert is his friend too.

"The medicine will put him to sleep. So don't worry." explained Pascal slowly took the syringe out of Gilbert's arm and replaced the needle, then done.

Serge and Patricia could only be silent. they hoped that Gilbert would actually be able to recover from the effects of the drugs...especially Serge.

Serge loved him with all his heart and he was glad he ran away from Pascal to find the blond.

otherwise, Gilbert would have been run over by the carriage...

when Pascal stood up, Serge slowly approached the blond with a heavy heart and the urge to cry, "Gilbert...Gilbert..." he called out in a whisper.

Patricia felt sorry for Serge. Serge has sacrificed a lot for his 'angel' and has given him everything...Moreover, Serge is the boy that she also loves. Pat could only stay silent, clutching her own chest and Pascal rushed to stand beside his younger sister, calming her down by patting her back.

"...Gilbert...I'm...I'm here..." the dark skinned boy said in quivering voice grabbing Gilbert's hand gently and hold them in his. He felt Gilbert's vein in his wrist throb gently, indicating the presence of life existing within the blond.

Serge felt tears start to forming in both eyes and he pull Gilbert's hand close to his face and cry.

The cry is getting louder it become a hard sobbing. He clutched Gilbert's hand more and hid his face in the sheets, "Serge..." Pat reach her hand out and approach closer.

Pascal let his sister walk towards Serge and she's kneeling down behind him. Patricia gently run her fingers through Serge's thick dark locks, she placed her hands on his back, leaning her head on it and close her eyes. Her own tears start flowing down and she clutched onto Serge's shirt.

'Ah damn...I shouldn't cry..' Pascal thought seeing the sight in front of him. He turn around to took off his round glasses and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He doesn't want to be seen crying again.

Soon the room is filled with Serge's sobbing...

{Teen couples without transportation and those from different school districts face challenges similar to long-distance relationships.

This rhyming poem showcases what happens when the space becomes too much for young love to endure.

Time is pushing us away,

It's tearing us apart.

I wish I knew a way to stay,

But it was inevitable from the start.

The distance is too great.

The stress is just too much.

I feel we are fighting fate,

But I no longer feel the rush.

It's not your fault,

My willpower is gone.

Our time is at a halt,

I see it's all gone wrong.

I hope you understand

The way I feel inside.

I want your loving hands,

But need them by my side}

After days, Serge decided to go back to work. he began to look for money back which had been consumed for drinks and drugs. he returned to lifting heavy items such as sacks, cardboard and even wood.

Seeing Serge like that, doesn't it remind us of his late father, Aslan? who also worked hard for little Paiva and Serge years ago. no one knows that Serge is a child of blue blood aka a noble family because of the color of his skin and half Romani.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

"Stop zoning around!"

"You, brown kid! Get that rocks in the bucket over here!"

Serge received many harsh words, but he remained persistent in his work.

he wanted to take Gilbert away…immediately!

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.

.

.

This time it was Patricia who looked after Gilbert while Serge was away. Pascal couldn't stay long because he also had business to do. Patricia, had an early return, so she could look after Gilbert.

Her arrival was certainly very welcome because Patricia is a beautiful girl. who does not want to receive the arrival of a beautiful girl???

Patricia was standing by the open window, taking in the top-down view. She hoped that Gilbert would accept her existence…she really wanted to find out about Gilbert.

Is it true that Gilbert is not like what Serge's friends rumored to be? She hoped that he would accept her around him. Then, someone knocked on the door and Patricia greeted whoever was behind the door "come in!~"

after the door opened, it turned out to be one of the women who lived there, "ah, sorry to disturb your time, miss! here...I have some soup for that beautiful roommate of your friend. Please make sure he eat, okay? " the woman said offering the soup.

"Ah, thank you so much, ma'am!" She exclaimed with a smile and small bow, accepting the soup and the door close again. Patricia slowly brought the warm soup and placed it on the small table. She wiped the spoon with a small napkin and set it right beside the soup.

"Hn..-hnn..."

Patricia was startled when she heard Gilbert grunt. he looked back and saw Gilbert's brow furrowed, he moved his hand and held his own head hissing.

Gilbert felt a little dizzy and he grunted again. when he looked to the side, his eyes slightly widened when he saw a girl.

not Serge, but a girl. Not Camille too.

when the girl wanted to say something, the blond opened his mouth first

"...Patricia...?"

Patricia felt a bit of fear and anxiety, but also happy because this was the first time Gilbert had called her name. His voice sound so melodious when he's in his normal state.

"H-Hi, Gilbert."

The blond trying to sit up but he winced loudly and flop down on his back again, "P-please be careful! Your wounds isn't recovering yet." She said worriedly, walking to the bed and help the blond to lay down comfortably again.

Patricia was about to adjust Gilbert's shirt until her hand is being held by him making her flinch, "ah-?!"

Gilbert's hand is beautiful. pale, slender fingers, just like a woman's hand but larger. His eyes are green and staring into the distance but she can see her own reflection in there. He's staring at her, "Gilbert? Wh-what's wrong?"

"...where is Serge?" He asked.

"Serge? Ah..he's working and he told me to look out for you."

Gilbert sigh and release her hand. She pull her hand back to her chest, heart beating loud inside her ribs and face blushing a bit

'..his hand is so soft...and cold.'

"Umm...Gilbert, are you hungry? People who lives here bring a soup for you. Please, eat a little." She said bringing the soup with the spoon.

"Feed me." The blond said.

"Eh?"

He turned his head to her direction again and repeat what he just say, "Feed me. I have no strenght to do it myself."

"I...

o-okay, I'll do it." Patricia murmured and she goes to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the soup with the spoon. She scooped some of the warm liquid, slowly bring it closer to his mouth. She noticed the soup is still steamy so she bring it closer to her mouth and gently blowing it.

Gilbert, seeing her showing her care for him reminds him of Serge. This is the first time a girl actually cares for him. Gilbert know someone from his childhood: a sweet woman named Sophia. She is the first woman who willing to play with him, laugh with him.

"Here." Patricia says, bring the spoon back to him and he accepted it, opening his mouth and slurped the soup in.

his green eyes never looked away from Patricia. even though she was nervous, Patricia was still willing to help him.

.

.

.

.

when Patricia is washing the used bowl and spoon, she heard Gilbert speak again

"Patricia, why do you...care about me?"

That question made Patricia pause for a moment,

"...I've caused Serge a lot of trouble. A pure girl like you shouldn't care about me who already corrupted by sin and lust.." his tone is flat. it was as if Gilbert had no hope of continuing

"I'm just a burden to him.. I can't love him the way he loves me...you fell in love with him, right? Patricia.

I've seen and heard it myself." After washing the dishes in the small sink, Patricia's eyes wide open and her mouth half open. Water dripping down from her fingertips to the sink, '..he knows..?'

"And it looks like Serge also loves you. He seems more interested in you than me. would you take my place?

love Serge just like how I wish to love him." Patricia then turned around, she drew closer to Gilbert and looked at him deeply

"Please don't say that, Gilbert...! I do love Serge but only as a friend. Serge...Serge loves you more than anything! he needs you more. he has no one to love and protect..! that's why...

he always tries to make you happy..!"

Gilbert shook his head, eyebrows furrowed and look away to the floor "non...you have become prettier and mature. You are the lady he need-"

"No, Gilbert. YOU are prettier than me, than anyone else." She grabbed his hand and clutched it, "...I know you are a good person, Gilbert.

You...You're just scared, right? Please don't be scared. You have people who needs you.

Serge needs you."

{She gathered her strength, the poet in her

came out from the gloam

Ink soaked she wrote, in different tones

She was words, she was notes

She was a castle and even a moat

She kept herself alive, she did not die

Parts of her personality she tamed not to cry

One for love and one for creativity}

Gilbert stared at her for a moment before he hold her hand back making her startled because he suddenly pulls her close. She can feel his warm breath, the gentle breathing of his, his aroma.

"If you're not scared of me, then...kiss me." this brings back memories from the past, where Patricia also asked Serge to kiss her if he thought she's beautiful with all of her body.

|If you think I'm beautiful, kiss me|

|If you're not scared of me, kiss me|

The same words...

Patricia, not saying anything, slowly lean in and the blond close his eyes. Her eyes move to his lips and she admired how red and kissable they are. It's the same as Serge's lips, just a bit smaller and more curved.

She tilted her head, closing her eyelids too and...

They kissed.

.

.

.

#gilbert cocteau #kaze to ki no uta #kazeki #keiko takemiya #serge battour #shoujo #the poem of the wind and the trees #serge x gilbert #fanfiction #80s #pascal biquet #patricia biquet #takemiya keiko #竹宮惠子 #agnus dei #dove of happiness #Gilbert deserve better #please love him

[a-completely-normal-writer]

A Family of One

Note: I currently have a love/hate relationship with this story. I like what I wrote, but I hate that it took me so dang long to write it. I talked about this story on Monday and I just finished it today. I just could not figure out how to end it, which may be why the ending feels a bit rushed, but I refuse to wrestle with it any longer. Sorry for any typos and tense errors I only read through it once. It's also pretty long, so it'll be under the cut. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy it.

Tw. blood, monsters, smoking, death, just straight angst (I can't write fluff to save my life apparently)

“It should’ve been you.” 

Those were the last words he said to his little sister before taking off deeper into the forest, leaving her cries and pleadings behind. 

He takes a long drag from his cigarette. 

Even five years later, as he was leaving teenagedom and joining the ranks of adulthood --though in this world the line between child, teen and adult were noticeably blurred and at times nonexistent--that moment still haunts him.

 Almost everyday guilt and regret fills him, like the smoke filling his lungs, as he remembers the way she looked at him when those four words flooded from his lips. 

Tears and snot were streaming down her brown face, creating lines in the dirt that covered it. The front of the pink dress she’d been wearing was covered in the mess. Sweat had caused her baby hairs to stick to the front of her forehead, and she was making those stupid little hiccupping noises she always did when she knew she was in serious trouble . 

And why was she in trouble?  

For opening the front door. 

He had told her not to. That was the only rule he had set when he’d left her in that house. 

Papa was sicker than ever, it had been over a week since mama had left to find a doctor, Crystal was...Crystal  and baby Jade was a toddler who could barely fight off a cold, let alone one of those monsters.

So it was up to him to go on the weekly supply run. 

In moments like these it felt as though the weight of the world rested on his too skinny, thirteen year old shoulders, but that’s what being the oldest got you.

At times he wished he was the youngest or even the middle child for a day, to escape  the responsibilities that seemed to be consistently shoved onto him. 

But he wasn’t and he just had to live with it. He found had to live with a lot of things these days

“Don’t open that door for anyone,” there was no reply from his younger sister, just the sound of the wheels of a toy car rolling on the hardwood  floor, “ You hear me Crystal?”

“Yeah. I won’t J.”

Except she did

And now they were the only ones left. 

He turned away from her, disgusted by the way she was blubbering and crying, like she was the victim here. 

Like she hadn’t been the one to let those things in. 

“Jasper, I did- I’m sor-” She interrupted herself with sobs every time she tried to speak, building the anger inside of his guts. He aims it at one of the trees in front of him, landing punch after punch onto the thick bark. The sting it bought felt good, and it stopped him from turning and hitting who he really wanted to. 

“Jasper, please!” 

He wheeled around to face her and she took a step back, nearly tripping over an exposed root. Her sobs had lessened a bit, but when he had turned to glare at her they came back full force.

“Why don’t you ever listen?” 

“I- I thought-”

“I don’t care what you thought ! Why did you open the fucking door?”

“I thought it was you!” Crystal exploded with tears when she said this, “there was a shadow at the door and I was scared and all alone and I thought it was you!” 

“But you weren’t alone! Papa and Jade were there and now they’re-” he gets choked up at the last bit, unable to finish the sentence. Tears filled his eyes, and no matter how much he tried to blink them away they just kept coming.  

“I’m sorry!” 

Jasper used the fists he had balled up against his side to wipe the tears away--On the nights when Jasper couldn’t sleep, which was most nights, he wished he hadn’t. That he had left them to blur his vision, so that the face she’d made wasn’t the one ingrained into his memory whenever he inevitably thought about her-- then he said it. 

The hiccupping stopped and her eyes grew wide, tears still falling from them. 

 There were so many emotions that passed through those brown orbs as she processed the words that'd left his lips. 

Disbelief, confusion, anger, grief, and hurt. 

But it was the last emotion that stuck with him the most, understanding. 

In those last moments Jasper could see that his sister truly believed that it should've been her instead. That she was the one that should've been torn apart and left to stain the walls and floors of their home, while Papa and baby Jade stood here mourning and grieving her. 

After he said it he turned and ran like a coward, not listening as she called out to him. 

He just kept running.

Jasper ran until he could run no longer. Ran until his legs collapsed underneath him and his lungs burned with a breathlessness he had never felt before. He pressed his hot sweaty face into the cool dirt below him and just let go.

Released the screams and sobs welling up inside him. The tears forced themselves out of the boy as though a dam had broken inside him. He knew these tears weren’t just for what happened today, but for everything that had happened to him. 

Jasper wept for his family, now reduced to only two.

He wept for the life before this time, a life he could now only remember bits and pieces of. 

He wept for humanity, who in the face of monsters failed to come together, and instead bred bigger monsters who came in the shape of men. 

He wept until the tears no longer flowed and instead he was just shaking on the cold hard dirt. 

Jasper wished he could say that the crying had made him feel better, but it didn’t. The only thing he felt now was small, pathetic, worn, and more than a little guilty.

It wasn’t until the light filtering through the trees turned a golden yellow that he found it within himself to stand. He sniffled and wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt, making it dirtier than it already was. He began to walk back to where he had left his sister, surprised how far he had actually run. Jasper passed through the brush he had run through to get there, but-

She wasn’t there 

“Crystal?”

He looked around thinking that maybe he’d taken a wrong turn somewhere, but no there was the path that led to the house. 

Then where was his sister?

“Crystal!” 

He searched the whole area twice before heading down the path toward the house, and used the fence gate to get into the backyard,  Jasper then looked through the entirety of it, only stopping to scratch his legs as he stepped through the overgrown grass. He even looked in the hole of the porch that Crystal used to hide in before everything. She was nowhere to be found. 

Maybe she went inside? 

Jasper peeked up at the backdoor. 

 It would only be a quick look inside. 

He inhaled deeply before making his way up the steps, wincing as the third step creaked under his weight. He glanced around, before continuing up the steps.  Then he reached door

It seemed to loom over him, dark and evil, despite the white peeling paint covering it. 

Jasper took another deep breath before reaching for the rusted handle. It was only when his hand made contact with the knob that he realized how bad he was shaking, as it caused the door knob to rattle and shake right along with him. 

He had to do this, it was his fault Crystal ran away and he needed to find her. He needed to. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to open the door. He didn’t want to see the horror inside waiting for him. Not again. So Jasper stood there, hand on the door knob. 

The sky ever slowly darkening is what pushed him into action. If either of them were still outside when nightfall hit…

Jasper twisted the door knob.

 The door swung open slowly, creaking as it made its way toward the wall behind it, revealing a messy kitchen. Plates and utensils stacked in the sink waiting to be washed. Bowls left on the table. Cabinets and drawers left slightly ajar. Relatively normal. It was what waited for him in the room next to this one that had him shaking in his boots once more. 

He willed himself to move and to his surprise he did, one foot in front of the other. He was halfway across the kitchen when he could smell it. 

The metallic scent of blood. 

God, he couldn’t do this.

He called her name from the kitchen hoping that if she were here, she’d hear him and come to him.

There was only silence that followed his calls. 

“Crystal, please!”

There was an answer to his calls this time, but not one he wanted to hear. From the window he could see it was completely dark outside--how long had he stood here?-- and one of those monsters was roaming nearby. 

Jasper could hear the sound of its feet tromping along the grass outside, could hear it growling as it searched for him. 

Quickly, Jasper ducked into one of the bottom cabinets, drawing his legs up to his chest so he could fit inside of it. He shut the door just as the kitchen door burst open, and he could hear the wretched thing sniffing, growling, and slobbering, like an overgrown killer dog. He buried his face into his knees just waiting for the thing to go away, so he could keep looking for his sister. 

Jaspers froze as a thought crossed his mind.

What if they already got her? 

What if he’s too late.

No, she was fine.

But what if she wasn’t?

Those thoughts flooded his mind the entire time he hid. He’d doze off into a restless sleep, before waking up once more to those thoughts flooding him again. Not even the feeling of hunger could drive the thoughts from his mind. 

It was only when he could hear birds singing that he took a peek outside the cabinet door. 

He couldn’t see anything. 

Jasper opened it further and stuck his head out. 

It was gone. 

He stepped out and grabbed some food from one of the cabinets, before heading out to continue searching for his sister. 

For the next two weeks that was how he worked. Waking up at the crack of dawn, and  spending the whole day searching, only coming back to eat and sleep in the cabinet, while trying his best to ignore the stench of death that was quickly overpowering the house.

He searched the entire neighborhood and the woods adjacent to it. He found nothing from his sister. No clothing, no hair, no body. 

She was just gone.

And now he was a family of one.

Jasper snuffs out his cigarette. 

#argument #nia's back at it again #traumatizing children #nia's short stories #short stories #writers on tumblr #my orignal work #black writers #female writers #dystopian #post apocalyptic #something like that #poor little meow meow #fun fact: the was heavily inspired by a scene from Arcane. #I'm not gonna explain it in case of spoilers #but if you watched it you know the one I'm talking about #pls don't hate me for this angst i've foisted upon you

[ashleyinwondrland]

Going back an episode and watching Born This Way

Santana is such a bitch but I still love her. Also her first vest and hat combo is fucking iconic! “I gotta gay, I mean go I gotta gay” honey you are so bad at being in closet.

The way Will thinks he has the capacity to handle everyone’s problems…maybe he is the reason teacher’s need a masters in education. This just makes me think of when he said

The big deal about junior prom queen and king, when I remember in high school it basically as determined by who won homecoming. Tho senior year our prom Queen was a heavier girl, who was the sweetest and also one of the best singers! Like she deserved it!

YASSSSS my favorite song! Pretty/Unpretty is so amazing! It was a crime that Quinn and Rachel didn’t have another duet! There were like a billion opportunities! I love this song so much.

Honestly I would recap every episode just to go into missed opportunities, #1 Quinn in her ‘stank’ phase not having a punk song like Cherry Bomb by Runaways, I really believe Dianna could’ve killed it.

All the prom posters are horrible which is actually super realistic.

“The only straight I am is a straight up bitch” ICON!!

The lockers shot with Quinn and Finn was interesting, though we never see anything like that again.

Any chance for Mike Chang to have a spotlight is good with me.

Finn, just break up with Quinn! You are in love with Rachel and she is with you, just pull the bandaid off!!

This whole zero tolerance shit, I get Karofsky is badly with his own gayness, but they just aren’t handling this shit well. It reminds me of Degrassi, thankfully it ended a lot better. Kurt was great for never outing him though. I wish they had handled Karofsky better, like this show dealt with every issue they could find but never handled it well!

Now I want to cry tho with Burt telling Finn “keep an eye on your brother” then Finn saying “I’m one step ahead of you” they really became a family and I love that. It was such a growth and it made me so happy!

Super don’t care about the warblers! Shouldn’t you be at your own school?? It’s a school day and the bell literally just rang! Where did that piano come from?? And the violinists?

I hate the Lucy Caboose stuff! Like her issues couldn’t be more no out of no where, knowing that Sue caused an eating disorder for the Cheerios and idk the whole teen pregnancy stuff!? Dianna did well with it though, why isn’t she in more things? I know she is in a lot of indie movies but give me more! Also her running hallway scene is amazing, it’s always amazing when these ladies go through the hallway, it’s practically a runway!

“Is Barbara here?” “No it’s a mall in Ohio”

Yea Barbara is 1 in a million, and you would’ve been too if you weren’t a fuxking bitch.

Brittany is smart enough to make that ironic shirt but then makes the Lebanese shirt for Santana. Also saying “clearly you don’t love yourself as mch as I love you” isn’t a healthy thing for when someone is in the closet. Not that someone is wrong for not wanting to be in closet for someone else’s sake. It’s a complex thing but again Murphy & the others don’t handle it well. What was the short hand for the show runners? We used to have one

Remember when Dianna wore the Likes Girls shirt at the Glee concert tour for Born this Way and everyone including myself lost their collective shit? And then she was absent for a couple shows after? Which is super suspicious…

#glee #glee 2x18 #glee born this way #quinn fabray #rachel berry #kurt hummel #santana lopez #finn hudson #dianna agron

[lowryinbohemia]

Vyšší Brod / Lipno / Česky Krumlov

It’s a rainy cool evening as I sit here in my hotel in Krumlov, our last night in this magical city. Today’s adventure brought me out of this city to some nearby points of interest, including a Benedictine monastery and a trip through the trees.

But this day started out with a poignant moment between me and one of the lovely waitresses in the hotel breakfast room. A young woman, who later I found out was named Ola, was helping clear Mom’s plates and struck up a few words with Mom. Mom found out that the young woman was from Ukraine so Mom expressed sentiments of support for the Ukrainian people which brought Ola much peace. When Mom told me that Ola was Ukrainian, I went up to her before leaving breakfast & told her quietly “Slava Ukraini”. When she heard that, she immediately teared up and gave me a massive hug. I hugged her back tightly, not letting go until she was ready to let go. She was crying, said she was scared and worried about her country but she is trying to stay strong. I told her “your country is beautiful, your people strong”. I held her hand and gave her another tight hug. I know I cannot help as much as I wish I could but I hope it gave her a little bit of peace.

Our morning started early with a very interesting lecture with Oldriška who spoke about her family’s experiences during World War II and the Soviet occupation. She spoke about how her mother had a half-brother she didn’t get to meet until they were in their teens because Oldriska’s mother lived in Cesky Krumlov & her half-brother and his mother had to flee to Austria when the Germans were forced to leave after the end of the war. Oldriska also spoke of how it was the Americans who were the ones to liberate Cesky Krumlov from the Germans, which is why the city celebrates Victory Day every year. Oldriska spoke of how her parents fought against the Soviet Occupation through peaceful protest & refusing to sacrifice their values for the sake of not causing trouble for others. She was able to draw similarities between the experiences of the Czech people during the Soviet Occupation & the current plight of the Ukrainian people. She also spoke of how the views range between the members of the Ukrainian refugee population in this town, as many bring different viewpoints regarding the actions or inactions of the major players. It was profound for me to recognize that one of the best parts of traveling is you become exposed to different outlooks based on different experiences and lifestyles.

After a brilliant lecture, Mom and I parted ways as she needed to get some more rest (she is still battling her cough) and I wished to join the group to tour the Vyšši Brod Monastary of the Order of Benedictine Brothers. This would involved a lovely 45 minute bus ride through the Czech countryside, complete with herds of sheep. Unfortunately I was unable to take any photos of the chapel or the brilliant library, as both contained relics that needed protection. Our tour guide Francis showed us the various small chapels of the main church, complete with beautiful murals not only of biblical stories but also related to the history of the Rosenberg family, who have had a profound effect on the development of the Czech region. In the library, there were over 70,000 books, stone stemming back all the way to the year 720. There is a manuscript of the gospel of Matthew & a manuscript of the gospel of Luke dating all the way back to the first century, so it is completely understandable why photos are not allowed.

After a lunch at a nearby restaurant, we traveled a short way to Lipon, a ski town that during the spring/summer is a haven for hiking, mountain biking & treetop walks & obstacle courses. We took the ski lift to the top of the mountain, and from there, we did a walk through the trees to a round structure that allowed us to see the entire area above the trees in full 360°. There were also little obstacles along the wooded bridge path, which a lot of the gang took part in for a little bit of fun. I of course had to take a selfie at the top because I literally felt like I was standing on top of the clouds. If you don’t know me well, I am a “mountains girl” versus a “beach girl” so standing on the top of the vista with thousands of rich tall green trees around me was so rejuvenating for my soul.

We made our way back to Cesky Krumlov and I met up with Mom, and we headed to a local Asian fusion restaurant where we got a big bowl of pho which warmed our soul as the rain started to come down. I am sad this is my last night in this beautiful city and I hope one day to come back.

The more I have learned about this country, the more respect I have for it’s people & I can understand why the country is so supportive of their Ukrainian neighbors. It’s funny, as I sit here writing this, I am watching Zelenskyy at the Canadian Parliament on BBC News, and watching Prime Minister Trudeau speaking about the strength and courage of the Ukrainian people. I don’t know if it is because I am so far away from my own home right now, but I can’t even imagine what Ukrainians are going through not knowing if they will ever be able to return home again. Oldriska spoke in her lecture about how many Czechs left their homes not knowing if they ever would or even could return to their homes, and that many had to leave with only a few things just like many in Ukraine had to do. It is very easy for those in the US to say “well that’s a problem over there & its not our problem”, but when you speak to people who have been directly effected and who are suffering generation trauma from occupation, you can’t act as though its not something to try and help. Oldriska spoke of how even though she didn’t live through the German occupation, she feels the trauma of her mother and father & grandparents experiences and it has shaped who she is. It is easy to pretend there is no world outside your own town, but you deprive yourself of the chance of learning both the joys and sorrows of this human life. Luckily, as Oldriska stated about her own 15 year old daughter, my generation and the younger generation have better access to other countries and so we are able to better understand and learn about how others are living.

Now if you will excuse me, I am going to log off and watch Zelensky’s address to Canadian Parliament. 🇺🇦🇨🇦

Till tomorrow my friends.

Lowrs 💜

#eastern europe #travel blog #czech republic #czechia #cesky krumlov #vyssi Brod #lipon

[pppanwenjun]

Pan Wen Jun

I think I am a sociopath, or at least have traits related to antisocial personality disorder. Ever since I was young I have felt remarkably unhuman. As a little girl, I would just be confused on how other children acted, and I analyzed them, spotted patterns, and essentially acted like them, but I always felt so distant and different. One of the first few signs is that even as a girl I have felt so disconnected from animals, even cute ones. While others dropped everything for a cute dog, I did not smile or squat down. I just stood there and looked at it in silence, I did not want to hurt it or anything but I just could not act like the rest of the people. 

I have a vivid memory of me being in bed, sick, and a nanny came over to watch me. She brought her baby and that baby played with me, while the nanny went to wash dishes. When we were all alone, I started pinching the baby because I wanted to get a reaction out of it. I wanted it to feel pain. I was around 5 years old. When the baby finally cried, the mother came back and asked what happened. I had already planned to say that she is crying because she missed her mother. She believed me. 

Other times, I would play with younger kids and would lock them up in a dark room and tell them something was gonna get them. I remember laughing at their cries and screams. No one cared that I did this. Never got into trouble or got lectured by an adult. I was a big bully, all throughout middle school. I preyed upon the weak and insecure, and turned everyone against them. Now that I have changed, I still feel no remorse for it. I probably would not do it again, but back then, it made me feel powerful and strong. 

People say bullies do the things they do because they themselves are insecure and just want help. I believed this narrative and even felt pity for my younger self, but maybe I was just fucked up in the head. I knew what I was doing, why I was doing it, and how to do it. I was sick, and I am tired of convincing myself that I just needed love and compassion as a young kid myself.

Even with my vile behavior, no one batted an eye because I could act all sweet if I wanted to. I was also a good student so it was less probable in their eyes that someone like me could be so rotten outside. I did get into trouble because of jokes “took too far”. Whenever I got into trouble, I felt so frustrated and confused because I just did my version of what everyone else seemed to do and found it funny. I observed them, understood them, and did my own version of it, but I only did it because I thought anyone else would do the same thing. I was so wrong because I would never understand what was appropriate and what was not. 

It does not help that all my life, even now, I feel superior to the rest. I understand I am not the smartest in the world, but I am in my own little world. I still get into trouble and disappoint my parents and friends. They give me endless chances but I always go back to my ways at some point. I wish I could be trusted and I wish I could control myself, but I don’t, so I can only do the same shit again and be forgiven again. I know I should not be this way but it almost controls me. 

I wish I was naturally sweet and kind. I wish I was just a troubled teen with trauma. But after all of this shit, I wonder how much of me is the real me and how much of me is the trauma coming through? I am not pitiful or anything, I am my own enemy. Every time I mess up I convince myself I did because I had a cause. I drank because I have social anxiety, I smoked because I have insomnia, I cut myself because my family was so mean, I dated that boy because I loved him, right? In reality, sadly, it is all a gamble in my eyes. Ramon was right, I do this shit because I like to gamble if I get caught or not.

I also am a great actress, I have been told. I cry if I need compassion, and I smile if I need to charm. I have a million backstories of why I am this way; I have told them to the psychologists. And I have told them so much, I start to believe them. I am not human and I am tired of pretending I am. I want to be accepted as the monster I can be. I want that to be ok. 

[lustfullauren]

suffering in silence

honestly being sober has been great, creating a relationship with my mum and family again has been swell even though going home for thanks giving was a wreck. I didn't expect for it too end up like that but oh geez what's a thanks giving without a little family drama and us crusing and crying at one another blaming each other for our disheartening past that we have experienced when I was just a wee teen. Long story short I was a rebel Lana de ray, smoking a pack of cigs a week and cutting my wrist. also I didn't help that my first real relationship was consumed by the worst of the worst and it was drugs.

drugs has always been a huge problem when it came to my family relationship and the relationship I have with myself, when I was just 15 years old I was already shooting up herion and acting like I was a grown women when in fact I was Not. Man I wish I could go back and hug my mom so tight and not let go... just go home Lauren is what id say... just go home...

so much regret I have I love my mother so much like to the moon and back, im grateful I get time with her to make up all the ugly I caused as a youngster

[sabineelectricheart]

It Is Easier for a Camel to Go Through the Eye of a Needle

Summary: Shaun passes away for reasons he does not quite remember. What he does remember, however, is that this is his fiancée, he is guilty about causing her grief, and of his religious education.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 1900

Notes: I’m bad. I’m real bad. Mwahahahah.

Shaun Arroyo did not believe in an afterlife.

He never did, not even as a child, when he was stuck in catechist education, thanks to the perfunctory Catholicism of his family’s. He believed in what he could see and prove, he believed that, once you died, that was the end of it. No heaven, no hell, no eternal life. Just nothingness.

So, as he stood and watched Sophie cry, curled up in the chair he once sat in, he began to think nothingness would have been kinder. Perhaps old Mrs. Helms had a point and there was a heaven and a hell, and he did not qualify for the upper echelons of eternal living.

It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God and that whole thing, he supposes. Though he admits he has never been much of a Christian, morality-wise, in any case, so perhaps it is rash of him to condemn the entire bourgeoisie just yet.

Death is a great opportunity for self-reflection. He is not a good man, and he did some shit in his time, but he wishes he could be spared of being tortured through the purest, most beautiful thing he held on his heart.

Shaun sighed from his place in the doorway as he watched his fiancée. He does not need to breathe anymore, but he feels weird when he does not, so he makes sure that he keeps up with it.

He cautiously stepped into the room, his steps silent against the wooden floorboards which would usually creak under his weight, but not anymore. Sophie had been crying all day, completely wracked with grief. It was almost too much for him to bear, or it is, and he just has no other choice but to stand there and do it anyways.

At first, he had desperately tried to comfort her. He yelled and shouted until he felt sick of his own wailing, hopelessly trying to tell her that he was right there, that she was not alone. He gave up trying to get through to her a week after the funeral.

Shaun turned as he heard footsteps on the stairs and frowned when their owner entered the apartment.

“Jace…” The ghost breathed. “Jace, I’m sorry.”

He took in his friend’s appearance. He also seemed a complete mess, but he was on his feet which was more than what could be said for his fiancée.

Shaun sighed as Jace looked right past him like he was not even there. In truth, maybe he really was not, as he did not receive a reply again. Why would he?  

“You didn’t answer any of my calls.” Jace stated as he pulled his phone from his pocket and showed it to her.

Sophie does not answer and instead wipes at her eyes, not that there was any point in trying to hide the tears.

“I was worried, Sophie.” He mumbled and looked away.

“Don’t be.” She muttered back, looking down and hoping to arrange herself into a presentable state. “I’m fine, Jace. It’s alright.”

“Bullshit,” Jace’s voice rose slightly.

His tone adopting a dangerous edge, so much so that it even caught Shaun off guard.

“Sophie, this needs to stop. You’ve completely locked yourself away from everyone! Your friends, your family. You won’t talk, not to me, or Ruby. Even your father called to ask how you’re doing. Hell, you don’t even acknowledge the maid when she’s in here!” He shouts, his voice full of anger and despair. “You don’t sleep, you never eat. Sophie, you need to let this go, let him go. I know it’s hard, it’s been hard on all of us, but you can’t let it destroy you like this!”

Jace’s words rung in her ears as tears dampened her cheeks again. She wipes them out in the mousy sweater she wore, but it was also much too wet to be of any help.

The day Shaun died, Jace did not just lose one friend, he lost two. Sophie is completely broken, and she is not going to be okay for a very long time. He was desperate to get through to her, but given how she still refused to meet his eyes, he knew it is not working.

“Do you honestly think this is what he’d want?” The athlete asks, in a lower and chilly tone.

Shaun’s eyes widened at his friend’s words. He felt an uncomfortable sting in his chest as his eyes fell back on her and he realized how right Jace was. He hated seeing her like this, and he might not remember how he effectively died, but he knew he had no one but himself to blame for her pain. He is the ghost now, after all.

Jace, however, regretted his words the moment they left his lips. He is wrong in having said it, and he knows that she would react badly. Not to disappoint, her eyes quickly snapped up to meet his. Her tears did not stop as the anger took over her usually sweet expression.

“Get out.” She growled.

It causes Jace to recoil at her tone. “Look, Sophie, I’m sorry, but…”

“I said, get out!” She shouts again.

Jace does not attempt to argue any further, as there is no point. Sophie is inconsolable and no words were going to get through to her. Not from him, not from anyone.

He raised his hands in surrender before turning to leave. Shaun watched him go, frowning his lips. It hurt him deeply to know that this was all because of him. He had caused all of this pain. He was the reason she is broken.

“I’m sorry, Sophie, I am.” Jace murmured, stopping in the doorway. “But Shaun wouldn’t want this for you. He cared about you, and if he were here, if he saw you like this? It would kill him.”

The words were very harsh, but it was Jace’s final attempt to break through to her. When he was only answered with silence, he sighed in defeat and left her to grieve in peace.

Shaun watched him go, an uncomfortable weight setting in his stomach. Whoever said being dead was easy clearly was not speaking from experience.

“He’s right, you know?” Shaun voiced as he turned to her. “I cared about you, Sophie, certainly more than anyone else in my life.”

Shaun knew that she could not hear him and that trying to speak to her was pointless, but he did not stop. He does not want her to waste her life grieving for him, and until he learnt how to properly haunt this apartment, speaking is the best that he got.

“I want you to live, Sophie. I want you to breathe and smile and laugh and be happy. I want you to be the person I remember you to be. Not this.” Shaun begged, his eyes burning with tears he could no longer produce. “Never this.”

He was standing in front of her now, but she paid him no attention. Her gaze was fixed a few centimetres off to his left, staring at nothing in particular. He felt transparent.

He watched as Sophie suddenly sat up in his chair, rustling through her pocket before pulling out a small piece of paper. It took him less than a moment to figure out that it was a photograph. He felt some sort of despair claw at his own throat when he saw the image it held.

It was of them. She is front and centre, a smile adorning her face and faint blush on her cheeks. He stood behind her, side-eyeing the camera with a smirk, the usual cocky pose he held whenever a photographer turned their attentions on him.

Shaun remembers when they took it. It had been over seven years ago, at her introduction at the Science Society, when he stole Thomas’ thunder for that stupid presidency run. He had put her on the spot, having her play along with the whole thing, and he remembers with a small chuckle the deer-in-the-headlights expression she wore the entire night.

It was the only picture they had alone together. The student newspaper did not use it for their story on that night, but the photographer called him the morning after to offer a copy of it, as they thought it had been a nice framing. He accepted it, and then immediately sent it to the girl, thinking it would have more value to her than to him.

He was not wrong. He recalled how Sophie had it framed, and then, after they began dating, took to keeping it in her coat pocket, carrying it everywhere, although she would never admit to it. The corners were frayed and there was a crease in the middle from how many times she had taken it out to look at it and then folded it back up for safekeeping.

The photo used to make her smile, even on her darkest days. Now, however, it was just a painful reminder of all she had lost.

Shaun watched as her eyes filled with tears once again and a sad smile pulled at her trembling lips.

“I’m sorry, Sophie.” He managed, not knowing what else he could possibly say. He never meant to hurt or cause her so much pain. “I… I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I should have done differently, but… Whatever it was, I’m sorry.”

She raised her head and, for a single fleeting moment, he thought she could see him. It was almost enough to make his heart start beating again.

However, his hopefulness was short-lived. It did not take long for him to notice the absent nature of her gaze, how unseeing her eyes were. His heart sank once again. She is not looking at him, she is looking straight through him.

Her droopy eyes slowly fell back to the photo clutched in her hand. A tear slipped down her cheek and splashed against the surface of the photograph, dispersing small droplets against the frozen image of their smiling faces.

She chocked back a sob. This is too difficult, and she does not think she is going to be able to keep herself together.

“I miss you.” Her quiet voice echoed in the seemingly-empty apartment.

Shaun watched in pained silence, knowing nothing he said would bring her any comfort. He placed his hand over her own and leaned in, planting a gentle kiss to her temple.

Sophie did not so much as blink. A gesture that would usually fill her stomach with butterflies now no longer prompted so much as a simple reaction.

“I know.” He said, his heart falling into a black abyss as he helplessly watched her fall apart.

Even though he was in front of her, he knew things would never be the same. He would never be the reason she smiled or laughed. He would never get to see she grow excited as he spoke or feel her embrace as he held her in his arms.

Shaun would never get to be with her as he once was. Sophie is either going to move on and be happy without him, or would be miserable for the rest of her life. He does not know which one he hates less.

“I miss you, too.”

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College Craze Masterlist

#college craze #Shaun Arroyo

[many-gay-magpies]

okay as much as i would Love to answer your whole post in detail and address the whole thing i can’t put a read more in my ask so i’m gonna limit it some 😭 would dms be more efficient? yes. am i writing this ask anyway? also yes.

and yeah i meant the Whole cb WHAT ARE THEY FEEDING THEM?? HOW LONG DID SUNGHOON HIT THE GYM FOR?? I DIDNT KNOW JAY’S VOICE COULD D O THE THINGS ITS DOING RN. NIKI IS OUT HERE LIVING HIS BEST ANGSTY TEEN LIFE.

“he’s selectively deaf” JDKSJDEB. no but fr i really do see jaan as a rigid, stubborn type, a stickler for rules when he’s the one making them but an absolute loose cannon whenever given an order. thankfully his “i do what i want” attitude doesn’t cause Massive problems bc he has a sense of responsibility and at least one braincell. jino, on the other hand… we’re just glad he’s cheerful and not particularly rebellious

CRAZY CAT VAMPIRES!! going back to noa with cat-like tendencies i imagine him padding around with a cat held in one arm “as a buddy” and everyone like “how has that thing not cleared you to death.” no but the guys having these old people tendencies is so funny to me it’s like a steve rogers situation where every once in a while it hits that “oh . oh right you may look like me but you’re Old” just heli smiling contentedly whenever he understands a pop culture reference or jaan crocheting (which is an even Better image now that i talked abt him up there) or jino learning to out-bake anyone’s grandmother (of course, being able to use his body as an oven helps)

no yeah . yeah sooha wanting to show them how to enjoy life as teenagers and then having to realize she couldn’t have a normal fun teenage life either and all of them working through it together and now i’m crying

i appreciate the chart and stuff bc there’s just So many ways to interpret vampirism and lycanthropy- disease, hereditary, extreme states of being (life or death), and each of them have so many implications and it’s fun to explore!! i wish we knew more abt solon and the guys’ origin UGH

- vrvr anon

man i always forget the limitations of this form of communication <///3 HSJFBVJV im just thankful tumblr apparently got rid of that word/character limit that they had on their asks for a while at least im assuming they did. that would have made our entire thing far less convenient

NO YEAH THE COMEBACK. HA. WOW. jay's voice DEFINITELY does a thing at the beginning of future perfect and i do NOT know how to feel about it. hybe needs to close the gyms fr because how much more ripped is sunghoon gonna GET. and yes u go riki get in your angsty edgy teen phase!!

jaan gives me chaotic lawful energy honestly—he's made his own set of rules and he sticks to them to the letter, but anyone ELSE'S rules? its fair game. jaan and jino both have the potential to be absolutely insane loose cannons (and sometimes ARE if the situation calls for it) but theyre stopped from being complete harbingers of chaos by the fact that jaan is actually oretty rigid and responsible (in his own strange way) and jino is happy-go-lucky cheerful instead of aggressively rebellious. if those two aspects of their personalities did not exist the world would be screwed.

NOA CARRYING A CAT AROUND "AS A BUDDY" PLS I CANT. THATS TOO SWEET. and maybe because hes tall af he can carry several more cats than his brothers and hes always just like (while holding six cats) "its the benefit of having long arms"

ive never watched a marvel movie of my own volition but i got weirdly involved in the fandom for some reason a couple years ago and because of that i Know Some Stuff. so now im thinking about heli being the ULTIMATE out-of-touch grandpa of the brothers, because hes the one out of all of them thats the most focused on protecting them and making sure they stay hidden, so hes never taken the TIME to get involved with the pop-culture of the time. and then when he actually starts to slow down a little and give himself time to LIVE instead of survive (thanks to sooha), and he starts looking into pop-culture more, he gets ABSURDLY PROUD anytime someone (like shion, because you KNOW shion would be the brother thats absurdly invested in everything pop-culture just because he thinks these modern humans are very entertaining) makes a reference to a meme or movie or something and he actually gets it! so like you said hes just sitting or standing there with this big old content grin on his face and he goes "i understood that reference!" and sooha or jino pat him on the shoulder like "yes u did good job heli" LMAO

"oh . oh right you may look like me but youre Old." KSGFJFBFJ EXACTLY and this could be said by either sooha (who even though she WAS born at the same time as them in our au, was conscious for significantly less of it) or OTHER students, in a hypothetical world where the brothers get less terrified for their lives, sooha makes more friends, and heli admits it wouldnt hurt to have a FEW more harmless teenagers in on the secret as long as they're harmless teenagers sooha trusts. which also brings to mind a situation in which jino befriends sooha's friends, and he's nice to them and likes them and everything because he's jino, but then said friends introduce jino to their grandparents and its all off the wall from there. sooha's human friend just stares at jino happily baking cookies and gossiping with their grandma like "why are you better friends with my grandma than you are with me"

i dont have much more to say about sooha and the boys experiencing normal life as teenagers together so im just gonna agree that yeah i am also crying. a lot. i am crying a lot. although in the hypothetical world where more humans get let in on the secret, the guys and sooha would actually have some Normal Teenagers to teach them how Normal Teenager Life is lived—at which point they could all be like "huh. actually we like the weird way we were doing it, but thanks!"

im glad the chart and everything was appreciated!! yeah theres so many different possible interpretations and i HAVE so many thoughts about those different possible interpretations. and many different possible interpretations of my own as you saw HSJFBFJB. its just!!! theyre both so COOL conceptually and theres so much that can be done with them!!! i also wish we knew more abt the guys' origins because so far all we know in canon is "woke up in an orphanage with no prior memories, already possessing both vampirism and magical powers. created somehow???" which. is NOT a lot. pls hybe

and hey look at that! i managed to answer this the same day it came into my inbox! and i only saved it to my drafts ONCE! yay me

#asks #anon 📝 #vrvr anon #dark moon universe #dark moon stuff #dark moon

[a-tale-of-legends]

Snapshots

Summary: Some snapshots of my ocs( both protags and non protags) day to day life. No particular story line, but might contain spoilers for TBWS. Some are happer than others.Enjoy!

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" How the fuck are you so good at that?!" Elliot exclaims, slumping onto her fellow Depot agent, Cameron. The two are on their break, watching passengers come and go from the trains. They could occasionally see Cloud or Furze, to which they wave at. Her friend leans in, raising a confused brow. She takes the spoon out of his mouth, sticking it back into their ice cream.

" Good at what?"

" Dodging the crit!" Cameron blinks in confusion. They shrug.

" Is that.....hard to do?"

" YES!"

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Kenji stopped crying exactly an hour ago. A record, he thinks. Any time he think he'd stopped, the tears come back again. So maybe this is good. Maybe this is progress. Or maybe the tears would come back more violently than before. He feels bad for Yuna and his other pokemon, having to shoulder all his tears, all his sorrows. They don't deserve that. So maybe, hopefully, he does something. He doesn't feel particularly hungry, and he had already feed everyone else. So maybe he can draw? It's been a while since he last sketched.....he hopes his tears don't ruin the picture.

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Ah, another loss. Nothing new, really. Xe already got the thumbs up from the Nurse at the desk, and xyr already planning on staying the night. Pip sits tiredly in Coco's laps, the poor pokemon getting the worst of it. Coco remembers the taunts flung at xem. How they made xem question xyr whole journey. Xe look down at xyr partner pokemon. How xe are letting xyr pokemon down.

" I'm sorry Pip," Coco mumbles, " I wish I was a better trainer...". Pip, despite his tiredness, looks up at his trainer. He stretches his flippers, gesturing for Coco to come closer. When Coco's face was close enough, Pip gently presses his flippers on each side of xyr cheek.

" Lup!" He chirps, a smile on his face.

' We'll get em next time!'. At least that's what Coco believes he's saying. Coco sniffs then chuckles.

" Yeah....yeah ok. Next time,"

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"..... okay," Eva sighs, stretching her back as she admires the mess she made. She has successfully taken apart a good chunk of the insides of the former Team Plasma Ship. It still amazes her how they were able to find the thing- it's been years. Long abandoned too.

Rotating her shoulders, warning a few cracks, she looks over to the rest of her pokemon. Hazel has been a great help dismantling machines and lifting heavy weight. Cypher is equally helpful testing out says machines with their electricity. The rest where emotional support, which was very much needed. She'll admit it was a bit foolhardy to be so stubborn in completing this project by herself - but she has to try! Better try than not at all, right?

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Dragons, it's cold in here.

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It's a blessing that Drayden allowed her to use the gym to clean her team. Cause dear Mew above, her apartment wouldn't survive.

" Racket- Racket, I swear, hold still-" Ruby grunts as the Scrafty wiggles in her arms. She thinks she's doing on purpose, cause she's seen Iris wash her with no complaints. None! But when Ruby does it, she suddenly wants to make a, well, racket.

The Scrafty splashes in the water, still trying to get out of her trainers arms. The rest of her team have long since been clean- Axel is currently with Drayden sharpening his tusks, while Missy Aurora Razzmatazz and Bullseye all relax on the side; Missy and Razz happily chatting with each other. At least they know how to hold still.

" Racket, baby, I love you so much, but can you please- wha- Racket! Racket!! Racket get back here!"

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" YEAH!" Naomi's voice booms across the fields, and the three teens watch as the fridbee flies across the fields, landing do far away that they couldn't see.

" I think I beat your record, Hop" Naomi snickers, squinting her eyes to see exactly where the frisbee has landed.

" Don't be too sure. We haven't even checked yet!"

" I dunno, Hoppy. That's pretty far," Carol teases, earning a playful shove from Hop.

" ....So who's gonna check this time?" Naomi questions, reaching down for her water bottle.

" Not me, I went last time," Carol says quickly. Hop nods his head.

"That's fair. Okay, I'll go-"

" Oh no you don't! You'll just move my frisbee back!" Hop gasp, faking offense. He points at Naomi accusingly.

" I would never! Besides, you can't go since you'll just move it even further!" Now it was Naomi's turn to gasp.

" I couldn't do that even if I wanted to! You guys would see me!"

" That's what they all say!"

" Hop-"

"Um," Carol interrupts, coming between theyr best friends, " Maybe we should ask Leon to get it,". A momentary silence. Then the two begins to make a mad dash back to Hop's place,yelling at the top of their lungs.

" LEE!!!"

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And that's all I have for now! I hope you enjoy!

#r rambles #r writes #legendverse #oc: elliot jones #oc: naomi einar #oc: carol fitzroy #a lot more but yeah