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#i am ready to start a fresh life somewhere new and i want to look forward with this positive mind
octuscle · 1 month
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Business trip (Day three)
It was a night of wild dreams. Liam fucked me harder than I'd ever been fucked before. At least when I was sober. I still don't know what happened the day before yesterday on Tuesday night or Wednesday morning. Liam got up at 05:00 and drove to the wholesale market. Apparently he had planned for me to spend the night at his place. My suit from the day before hung neatly in his room. Next to it was my laptop bag. Was all this shit with the kitchen slave and submissive boot servant a crazy dream? It didn't matter at all. I have a whole lost day at the office to make up for. I shower, get ready and head to the client. The door is locked. My phone rings. It's Liam. "Good morning, Mack! Did you sleep well?" I ask, what the fuck, I have to get to work. "But not like this, Mack. There's a long hair clipper in the bathroom. And a wet razor. The door won't unlock until you're shiny bald." I want to protest for a second. I think about calling the police. But I reply, "Sure thing, boss!" And go into the bathroom. Half an hour later, I look at myself in the mirror. Everything as usual, right down to my eyebrows. I run my hand over my head, which is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Shit, I've soaked my underpants with precum again. I get a message from Liam. "Good boi!" And the door lock buzzes open.
When I set up my laptop at the customer's, I find a packet of tobacco, cigarette filters and cigarette paper in my laptop bag. And a Zippo. I am a professional. I don't get distracted when I'm working. I love my job. But I can't wait for my lunch break. Normally I would have sat down in a café somewhere and had lunch. Now I grab a sandwich from the supermarket and sit on a park bench. And practise rolling cigarettes. I watch tutorials on YouTube. The first results are pathetic. But the fifth cigarette I roll and smoke before I get back to my desk is already quite respectable. I take two more cigarette breaks in the afternoon. Shit, why didn't I start smoking earlier?
When I arrive at the hotel in the evening, my room card no longer works. Damn, of course, I actually wanted to leave on Thursday. I go down to reception. The lady is very friendly, but explains that housekeeping had to pack up my things this morning because the room was occupied again. Unfortunately, I couldn't be reached on my cell phone. I ask her to call me again. She says it goes straight to voicemail. I look at my cell phone in amazement. Liam sends a message. "I've forgotten. You have a new number. I have your old SIM card." Shit, this has gone too far!
I ask the lady at reception if she has another room. She is sorry. There's a fair in town at the weekend. They are already overbooked and have a waiting list. Message from Liam: "Sorry, mate! I have a visitor today. But you can sleep in the back room of the snack bar tonight." I ask if I can pack my suitcase somewhere quiet and make a few phone calls. The lady says that one of the small meeting rooms is free. She even helps me with my suitcase, the two plastic bags and my laptop bag. I sit down at the meeting table and start by emptying my suitcase and plastic bag. My things are all there. And I'm used to packing my suitcase. Everything is neatly stowed away after a few minutes. But there were still a few things in the plastic bags that I hadn't noticed yesterday morning. Two monstrous dildos. Three jockstraps that were no longer fresh. A fat silver chain. And a hip bag. In addition to condoms, it also contained poppers, tobacco, cigarette paper and small plastic bags with dried flowers…. I put the chain on. It feels cool and chavvy. I check my mailbox remotely. Fortunately, hardly any calls, nothing important, most of them sent me an e-mail afterwards anyway. I change the voicemail text to say that I can't be reached by phone at the moment for technical reasons and to ask for an e-mail. Okay, whatever Liam is up to, at least he can't do me any more harm. And now maybe I should take him up on his kind offer of the back room. But first I really need a fag. I'm standing outside the hotel with my belongings, rolling a cigarette pretty routinely, when the next message from Liam arrives. "Mack, the place is full. Your shift starts in an hour."
The room behind the snack bar is a bit of a hole. But I have a locker where I can hang my stuff. There's a cot that's even already made up. And my things are on it. White jeans, white fine-rib undershirt, jockstrap, long soccer socks. All old and worn. But clean. Plus high rubber boots and yesterday's heavy rubber apron. The long rubber gloves. No hairnet. You look in the mirror and rub your bald head, which is no longer quite so smooth. Hehehe, you really don't need a hairnet anymore. You really look like a chav with that chain. The jockstrap absorbs the first drop of precum. It'll have more to swallow in the course of the evening.
The snack bar is indeed packed. Many guests are hooting and clapping when I come into the dining room at around 8:30 pm to clear the dirty dishes. More than one person slaps my ass or grabs my crotch under my apron. An astonishing number of the guests are wearing leather jeans. Most are wearing T-shirts or tank tops, some are bare-chested. No wonder, it's warm outside and hot in here. I quickly work up a sweat. I have to take off my undershirt and necklace, I just get too warm. But at least I'm getting on well with the dishwasher now and I've got the scullery pretty well under control.
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"Hey Mack," I hear Liam yell. "The toilet's blocked. Clean it up!" Damn, dishwasher was already an imposition. But toilet cleaner is a step up. The toilet is a disaster. The floor is a puddle of piss and the urinal is completely filthy. But the toilet bowl takes the cake. Hey, where can you shit all over it? It stinks like hell. But somehow… It turns you on. You know where the bucket and cleaning cloth are by now. I start by mopping the floor so I can kneel down to clean the toilet. And then i stick my arm deep into the toilet to clear the blockage. I'm covered in shit. Without thinking, I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my forearm. Behind me, there is howling. Four or five guys are standing in the doorway wanking. I don't want to wipe that shit away too. So I let them cum in my open face. More and more guys join them. I kneel in a growing mess. Full of cum. Pissed all over. Smeared with shit. Meanwhile, dirty dishes are piling up again in the dining room. Liam shouts at me that I'm not employed as a urinal but as a dishwasher and toilet cleaner. Little by little, the dining room empties. Around 11:30 pm, the last guest has left. With Liam in his arms. It takes me until 02:00 a.m. to get everything cleaned up and me, too, to be clean.
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I roll my first cigarette in hours. I stand outside the snack bar. And wank at the thought of the hot evening.
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jojolovesdogs00 · 1 year
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Between Our Hearts
Ship: Rachel x Reader
Chapter 1
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You were staring at the ceiling of your room for what seemed like hours already but was probably only 20 minutes when someone knocked on your door softly.
"Y/n? Are you there?" head teacher of the orphanage you live mr.Brian asked softly after you didn't answer back immediately."Yeah, just give me one second!" you said, quickly getting up from your bed. "Coming!" You called out as you opened your door with a quick movement of your hand.
When you walked into the hallway you saw him waiting patiently for you. He gave you a soft smile. "What's wrong, Mr. Brian?" you asked politely as you approached the old man. You had met this man you were 5 years old when your parents left you here and never come back. "Well," he said, "it seems that we have a problem.". You started to think of what could be the problem that would cause the head teacher to be so serious."A problem?" you repeated dumbfounded. The old man nodded and sighed deeply before he started talking.
"As you know, you're about to turn 18 Y/n." he explained gently as if he was trying not to upset you."Yeah, I am..." you answered absentmindedly. You knew exactly what the topic about his conversation was going to be.
"You know we can't keep adults here." the older man continued speaking again as if he heard your thoughts. "I'm not happy either child." he admitted. He looked away from you for a moment then continued. "I have some friends work in real estate." He stopped for a second and then added."I think you could find somewhere to stay with them. They'd help you a lot."
Your brain was still processing the news but slowly you came back to reality and started to realize what the old man was telling you. "Thank you so much for your concerns mr.Brian but I think I can handle it on my own. You know I'll manage fine." you tried to convince him. He smiled sadly and patted you softly on the shoulder. "Yes I do, Y/n. But I hope you will consider my offer." and with that, he turned around and left. You stood alone for awhile, contemplating what you should do now. You were turning 18 after this week and you were gonna graduate from high school. You were also working at a burger shop part time. 'Maybe I can join army' you thought. You loved martial arts ever since you were a child. You were quite skillful when it comes to fight and you were a quick learner. 'It might not be enough though...' you thought once more while looking outside the window, observing how bright it was today. It was a nice day and you wanted some fresh air and sunshine so you wanted to take a walk. You started to get ready to leave the orphanage. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, you went out of the orphanage with taking your purse in your pocket and started walking. You liked being outside and you had always enjoyed the freshness in the summer days. It felt good to move and enjoy the breeze. 'I feel hungry. I should have breakfast first.' you thought while heading towards the fast food restaurant near. When you arrived there you ordered a hot dog and french fries before sitting down at a bench near a lake in the park. You took a deep breath and let it out before starting eating and thinking. 'Why does my life seem complicated?' you thought while sipping your soda. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard gunshots coming from the direction of the fast food place was located. "Oh no." you said aloud as you got up from the bench and ran towards where the sound was originating.
There was an old man lying on the ground bleeding badly with a wound in his arm and a bullet hole through his chest. A burl young man was standing beside him. He wore a smirk on his face and pointed a gun at the dead man. "Gotcha!" he said loudly and started to laugh maniacally. You could see the fear on the faces of the people in the surrounding crowd who were trying desperately to escape from the area. But the man didn't care at all and kept pointing the gun at the old man's chest and laughing crazily. Then he aimed the gun at the man beside the old man. That was when you decided to step in. Without hesitation you stepped forward and punched the man right in the jaw. He dropped the gun immediately as he fell to the ground with blood coming out of his mouth. You quickly bent down and grabbed the gun. With the gun still in your hand, you raised it toward the man. "Put your hands behind your back" you ordered sternly. He obeyed immediately and began to laugh hysterically. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably with laughter. "What the-" you were cut off by the police who came rushing over to you.
"Miss are you alright?" he asked, bending down next to the dead man. You nodded, handing him the gun."What happened here?" he asked, pointing to the body of the old man. You told him about the gun situation, how the stranger had shot him without mercy. The officer looked at you carefully for a few moments before nodding."Do you want us to call anyone for you?" he offered. You shook your head vigorously. "Nah, I'll be okay. Thanks for your concern officer." you responded.
"You are very brave girl miss." he replied smiling at you. "Thank you again sir."
"That guy is... quite burly. You knocked him out with only one punch huh?" the officer asked, impressed. You nodded.
"You must really be something huh?" he asked.
"Something like that" you answered nonchalantly.
You turned away from the scene and walked back to orphanage without looking back. After entering the building you headed straight for your room. 'What a day I had' you thought, feeling exhausted. You closed your bedroom door and sat down on your chair, leaning against it. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a second as exhaustion overcame you. 'I should take a shower first' you thought. You got up from the chair and opened your closet. You quickly changed your clothes and made your way to the bathroom, taking a shower before brushing your teeth. Once you were done, you dried your hair, fixed it with a towel. You put on clean pajamas before getting into bed. You laid there, staring at the wall with tired eyes, thinking about the events of that afternoon. Suddenly there was a knock on your door. You frowned. You weren't expecting any visitors. 'Mr.Brian again?' you wondered. You stood up from your bed and walked to the door. As you opened it, you found a man standing before you who seemed surprised to see you. "Can I help you?" you questioned. He was way taller than you, with dark brown hair falling onto his forehead and blue eyes shining under the light coming from your room. "Um yeah actually..." he started to say nervously. "I'm sorry to disturb you at such an hour miss...?" he continued. He seemed suspicious as he stared at you curiously.
"Why are you asking and who are you?" you asked him coldly. He chuckled awkwardly.
"Sorry to disturb you that way miss. I'm Dick Grayson. I heard what happened at fast food shop today." he said apologetically.
"Are you policeman?" you asked while raising an eyebrow.
"I'm a detective at station. I heard about your... incident and I wanted to see if you're okay miss." he explained. You crossed your arms.
"I'm good sir. Thank you for your concern." you responded, giving him a polite smile. "If there isn't more-" you started to say but was cut short by Dick. "Actually there is miss." he said seriously. You looked at him confused as to why he suddenly became serious.
"Your phsical ability... knocking down a burly guy with only one punch... with a petite body..." he trailed off. You stared at him confused. "I'm here to invite you to Titans miss Y/n."
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lordavanti · 2 years
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Bloodmoon
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Aethelstan x Reader
Words: 928 Warnings: Fluff
You loved to see this. You have always loved the sight of him, young Aethelstan. While he stood there, beside a drunk Sitchric, claiming that he was ready to slaughter an animal you could only smile. He had truly become a man. And you were a woman. The both of you had secretly watched one another. And both didn’t dare for Uhtred was always looking out for him. So it stayed with just glances, a simple conversation, you taking care of the bruises when  Finan learned him another lesson. And in some way, you had enjoyed that distance. It made the simple touch of an ointment on his bruises so much better, it made the simple kindness of his words so much more exciting. Your eyes shifted towards Uhtred who came to challenge the boy … and everybody could feel the tension that brought. Uhtred was a respected man, every boy, how small they may be, looked up to him. When he asked the people around him if Aethelstan was ready everybody agreed. And then he yelled Bloodmoon and everybody just balded with him. He was no longer a boy. The woman stayed behind while the men joined young Aethelstan in his hunt for a boar. Your eyes perked in the darkness, following the torches and sounds as they slowly swallowed in the night. In that peaceful moment, you realized that everything was good in your life. But part of you had to be honest. Some day they would leave again, someday the sight of Aethelstan would fade. And part of you wanted to tell him that. But what if these looks were just looks and nothing more. What if his kindness towards you was just who he was. ‘You should tell him.’ Osferth always said. He was the only one who saw it, the only one who looked beyond those simple exchange of looks. Your thoughts got interrupted by a voice calling out. His voice. He was calling for Uhtred. And somewhere fear struck as you realized he wasn’t just calling out. He was in trouble. You grabbed a torch, gripping your fingers around a part of your dress as you started running towards the sound. The closer you came the more the struggle. And there he was, fighting with some men you were unfamiliar with. ‘Y/n,’ he struggled to get out. At that moment there was only one reasonable thing to do. You grabbed a tighter hold of the torch before you forcefully smacked it against the head of the person that was holding him down, trying to smother him. The man stumbled away while the other figure sneaked away from the scene. Aethelstan got up with the last strain of energy and killed him swiftly. Three dead bodies. He fell on his knees, catching his breath and you hurried over to him. ‘Are you alright?’ You asked, crouching down aside him as you cupped his face to search for wounds. He looked at you, nodding. ‘I am now.’ He confessed, a hand resting against your wrist as he shortly squeezed it. But before he could say anything else Uhtred appeared and you pulled back as quickly as possible. ‘Take care of his wound.’ Uhtred said to you once you were back in the village. You looked at them, how they saddled the horses and went to search for this new threat.  You swallowed before allowing Aethelstan into your home. ‘Sit down.’ You ordered. Osferth paused in the doorway, giving you a meaningful look before he left, leaving the both of you alone. ‘I’m fine.’ Aethelstan said. ‘You heard what Uhtred said.’ You dismissed his comment. He signed and you couldn’t help but smile a little. ‘What is it with you men and their egos that you don’t even let a friend help you?’ You asked him while grabbing a cloth and some fresh water. He didn’t even answer your question, he was just looking at you. ‘What?’ You asked him with a short smile. ‘You could have been killed.’ He said. Really? ‘Same goes for you.’ You answered him calmly back. You walked back to him, turning his head a little before you dipped the wet cloth against the headwound. He crimped a little. ‘Thank you for coming,’ he then confessed. You hesitated a little as you looked back at him. A tender smile broke on your lips. ‘I,’ he paused. You stopped cleaning his wound. ‘You what?’ You asked him carefully. He shook his head, keeping his gaze firmly in front of him. ‘You are a man now Aethelstan.’ You reminded him of this Bloodmoon. ‘I didn’t kill the pig.’ ‘You killed men instead.’ You reacted. He looked back at you and you carefully smiled. ‘Uhtred respects you and all of your chooses.’ You said. He swallowed before giving you a short nod. Your eyes stayed on him for a while before you grabbed the ointment and walked back to him. Again you laid your fingers under his chin, directing his head away from you. But he didn’t let you. Instead, he tilted his hand, cupping your face. Aethelstan was kind, but you had learned he overthought a lot. That was why you lowered your face and pressed your lips against his. A sweet kiss, a very short kiss before you pulled back again, leaving him with still closed eyes. ‘I like you.’ He admitted then, opening his eyes as he looked back at you. You smiled, a warm one. ‘I like you to Aethelstan.’ You answered. Like that wasn’t obvious yet.
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Across The Stars ~ Part 7 of ?
Fandom: Star Wars
Setting: Modern AU
Content Warning(s): Violence, Profanity, Explicit Sexual Content, Discussions Of Canonical Atrocities.
Anakin Skywalker has it all, a beautiful wife, two amazing children, and a successful and celebrated career as Police Captain. But following a head injury acquired on the job, why can't he shake the feeling that somewhere, across the stars, he lived a far different life, one where he did terrible, terrible things...
When Padme was seven months along, she went for a routine check-up only to get an unexpected surprise.
"Well, Ms. Amidala, we have some rather surprising news for you. You are having a boy, but you're having a girl too. Twins, again! I am so sorry that we missed it for so long" the obstetrician had said, showing the shocked but smiling Padme the sonogram.
"Well, not even doctors get it right all the time. This is a happy mistake, trust me. Anakin and I have always wanted a big family” Padme said.
Luke and Leia had been a very difficult delivery, and Padme and Anakin had been repeatedly assured that they could throw contraception out the window, as Padme was left infertile by the trauma.
But now here she was, pregnant with another set of twins and doing just fine.
No, doctors don't get it right all the time
Padme jogged Jacen and Jaina Skywalker's twin stroller, cooing to them soothingly as they fussed.
"It's okay, it's okay babies. We'll be finished here soon, you won't have to see the horrible mean doctor again" she said, shooting Thrawn a venomous look.
Thrawn looked poised as he stared down Lando Calrissian, one of Han's friends and a young lawyer. He’d introduced Han and Leia, and was currently making up for that fact by helping Padme in her ongoing attempts to sue Thrawn for malpractice.
"It doesn't look good for you, Doctor Thrawn. You cleared Anakin Skywalker as being mentally stable repeatedly, despite outburst after outburst. This whole mess, legally speaking, is on you" Lando said, looking nothing short of gleeful.
"I understand that you must be very upset, Mrs. Skywalker" Thrawn started to address Padme.
"Did you hear that, my little ones? The big mean doctor doesn't even remember to address me as Ms. Amidala" Padme said, shooting Thrawn an icy look.
Thrawn sighed, shaking his head.
"As I was saying, I understand that you must be very upset, Ms. Amidala, but your husband's actions are hardly my fault"
"You said that he could safely be released and returned to everyday life. I think there's one hell of an expensive-looking lawsuit in that" Said Lando cheerfully.
“Anakin Skywalker is a law enforcement officer from a broken home who’d recently suffered a traumatic incident. Regardless of my treatment or these alleged hallucinations, he fits a very sinister profile” Thrawn steepled his fingers thoughtfully.
Padme ground her teeth a little.
"I swear, I will staple your scrotum to your leg, Doctor" Padme threatened, holding up a blue stapler on Thrawn's desk.
"Woah, woah, woah, hey there. That's a real funny joke and a criminal assault charge if it wasn't a joke that you're making there, Padme” Lando said quickly.
Thrawn smirked minutely, and Padme made a murderous noise in her throat.
"Oh, it's quite alright, Mr. Calrissian, poor Padme here is a new mother. I can't imagine the hormonal fluctuations she's going through. Perhaps some fresh air might do her some good?"
Padme got to her feet suddenly, ready to take the stapler and follow through on her threat, just to wipe the patronizing look off Thrawn's face.
"That is such a good idea, Doctor, I'll just take my client here for a quick walk and we'll be right back" Lando smoothly got to his feet too, wrapping an arm around Padme's shoulders.
"Come on, I'll buy you a bloody mary" He whispered.
"I'm breastfeeding, moron" Padme whispered back.
"Virgin bloody mary?"
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Padme sipped her tomato juice (with a stick of celery in it) with a furious expression.
"Who does he think he is?! Sending Ani out into the world again and then just brushing off the consequences!? My husband doesn’t fit a sinister profile!” Padme ranted.
Lando jogged Jaina in his arms, cooing at her.
"Padme, he's a slimeball. I get it. But if we want to sue him you need to keep your cool, or he could just flip it on us" He said.
Padme breathed heavily, trying to calm herself. She looked down at Jacen's innocent sleeping face, slowly relaxing as she took in his chubby cheeks and the adorable bear-themed romper he was wearing.
"Okay, I'm calm" she said finally.
"Oh, good. So you're in the right mood to hear my bad news?" Leia interrupted, sliding into the booth next to Lando "Hello little one" she cooed, tickling her baby sister's stomach with an adoring smile.
"Bad news? Oh, no, Leia. I don't think I can deal with more bad news right now..." said Padme with a groan.
"My maid-of-honor can't make it. She left me a message from a payphone" Leia said with a sigh “Look. Ultimately I just want her to be safe. But part of me hoped a miracle would happen and she’d have her name cleared by now”
"How’s Cassian? Any word?" Lando asked.
"Last I heard he was still clear of any suspicion. He's trying to work out how Galen and Jyn can have their names cleared too" Leia said.
Padme pretended to be rendered temporarily deaf, looking away. The company that Leia’s friend and her father had betrayed happened to be a campaign donor of the politician she was an advisor to.
(The fact that her husband took down his biggest political rival already looked shady enough, she didn’t want to jeopardise her career further)
Padme knew Jyn only in passing, and she’d never met her family. She’d admired the girls spirit though, from afar. Not only could she not dare be seen taking Jyn’s side, but the whole scandal happened while Anakin was in a coma.
She’d had other things on her mind.
But now her daughter was upset. Maybe she should’ve gotten involved. At the very least to make sure Leia’s name didn’t get pulled into this.
Padme’s political career was already threatened by her going on maternity leave (as unfair as that was). If this got tied to Leia somehow… or if the Anakin situation got out…
Well, childbirth had been almost magically easy the second time around. Maybe her streak of bad luck was over.
She decided to test her theory out, looking back over at Leia.
"...Leia, have you given anymore thought to moving back home? We all miss you so much" Padme said hopefully.
"I'm fine at Han's, I... still don't quite feel comfortable sleeping in that house. At least not for now" Leia smiled apologetically "Any word on Dad?"
Leia's emotions after Anakin's episode in her room had been all over the place. If it weren't for Padme going into labor she might've never come home again.
But time had allowed her to heal. She didn't forgive Anakin but she knew her father, in his right mind, would never have hurt her. Her biggest worry now was where he was, and if he was safe.
She'd deal with her complicated emotions once her father was home again, safe and sound.
Padme shook her head.
"It might be time to issue a missing persons report, Padme. It's all going to get out anyway if we do sue Thrawn" Lando said gently.
Padme sucked at her straw, looking contemplative. She hadn’t thought about that.
She hesitated, before deciding to just ignore the difficult questions swirling in her head. No lawsuit, no Anakin, no Jyn.
"So, any more thoughts on the wedding venue?" she asked Leia, changing the subject.
Leia narrowed her eyes at the deflection, but answered "Yeah, Han and I have been looking at some Mandalorian churches. They have such beautiful architecture, and you don't need to be of the Mandalorian faith to marry there. It's surprisingly relaxed for such a strict creed" She said.
"Oh, that sounds lovely. I think Obi-Wan knows some big names in the local Mando community. I'll see if he can help" Padme said, before bracing herself to return to at least one difficult topic.
"Ready to go face that jerk again?" she looked at Lando.
"Actually, think we can give it a rest for today. Truth be told, I might just do something regrettable before you can, like punch him right in his smug face" Lando laughed.
"Oh, I don't think anyone would regret that, Lando" said Leia.
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Padme brushed her hair 100 times, like she used to be told to do as a girl. It was hardly necessary, even harmful, but the repetition soothed her.
She put the hairbrush away, before opening another drawer to fetch her moisturiser.
She opened the wrong drawer by accident, flushing at the sight of a vibrator Anakin had bought her for Christmas a couple of years back.
She looked around herself, before walking to the door and locking it.
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“What’s bothering you, Padme?” She imagined her husband, his head in her lap as she stroked his hair.
“I feel all over the place and I’m not ready to go back to work, my daughter’s involved with a traitor, my husband’s missing, and I just feel so… angry at myself. I used to dream of being a senator… not this. Yes, I’m angry at myself” said Padme.
“Angry?” Fantasy-Anakin smirked “Maybe you deserve to be punished”
“I will get that hairbrush out of the drawer and spank you with it, Ani. Fantasy or not” Padme scolded, though with a smile.
“Kinky. But I know what you mean. You’re worried that you threw your whole career away for an ultimately-violent and unstable man, aren’t you? You married me young and let me knock you up during the prime years for establishing yourself politically. Now I’ve turned out to be a huge disappointment, haven’t I?”
“Well of course you know all that. You’re a figment of my imagination” said Padme “But what do I do, Ani?”
“I don’t have any answers for you there, Padme. I’m just an erotic fantasy. But I can certainly make you squirm… now let me do just that” Fantasy-Anakin grinned.
“You’re wrong about something, Ani. You could never be a disappointment to me” Padme whispered lovingly.
~
Thirty minutes later, a panting and flushed Padme dropped the vibrator next to her and smiled a little.
“Good-night, Ani” she whispered to the empty room.
~
Leia got out of the car, looking up at the Mandalorian church before her with an awestruck expression.
The Mandalorians were a reclusive, insular, and incredibly strict religious order, but they built incredible churches. Leia felt close to converting as she entered the building, staring up at the intricate art and structures all over the ceiling.
"You know what, this isn't half bad..." said Han, entering behind her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"You must be the Solo-Skywalker party" a gentle voice spoke up.
A handsome older man with silver-shot brown hair and warm, dark eyes was smiling down at them from atop a pulpit that overlooked the whole church.
"Din Djarin, I'm the temporary Mand'alor of the region while Bo-Katan is away on a family retreat. It's a pleasure to meet you both" he said.
A toddler wearing a green hat stuck his head up from over the pulpit, making an excited cooing noise.
"This is my boy, Grogu" Din added, patting the top of Grogu's head. Grogu squeaked in excitement.
"I gotta say, this place isn't half bad. Sold. We'll have the wedding here" Said Han confidently "How much to rent the venue?"
"Well... it doesn't quite work like that, Mr. Solo. How about we speak about this in my office?" Din laughed a little.
"Sure, just as soon as Luke parks the car- oh, here he is now" Leia turned, smiling as her brother walked in.
Luke was looking up at the ceiling with an awestruck smile, the sun illuminating his hair like a halo.
She turned back to Din, before having to bite down the urge to laugh.
Din was staring, slack-jawed, at Luke. There were practically hearts in his eyes and an angelic choir accompanying Luke's entrance as he walked closer to the pulpit, giving Din a friendly wave.
"I'm Luke Skywalker, I'm here to talk about a wedding?"
"Oh. Yes. Please." Din said, before catching himself "I mean, let me get take you”
He smiled dreamily at Luke, before realising his sentence was unfinished.
“Let me take you to my office” he corrected “All of you, of course!”
Leia and Han exchanged a look, before looking away and stifling giggles.
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"Whilst the Mandalorian order is very strict in terms of the rules its followers have to follow, we are always happy to allow outsider couples to marry in our churches. There are a few stipulations, however"
Din was sitting behind Bo-Katan Kryze's desk, a picture of the Mand'alor in question and her sister- a friend of Obi-Wan's- adorned the desk.
Luke, Leia, and Han sat on the other side. Luke was looking at Din with his own dreamy smile, while Han and Leia continued to stifle the urge to giggle.
"Firstly, this union is one made of your own free will, one which you have wholeheartedly consented to and wish to enter into?" Din addressed Han and Leia seriously.
"Yes"
"Yes, please" Han winked at his fiancée.
Din smiled at the couple.
"Next, and I apologise for how outdated this rule is, but are you pregnant?" he asked Leia "The ceremony can go ahead, we'll just need to have you wear a fertility charm if you are"
"Nope, baby-free. My Mom just had kids, though. Is that a problem at all...?"
"Oh, no. Not at all. Though that's quite unusual, if you don’t mind me saying. She had you young?"
"Her and Dad have this amazing love story, love at first sight, married out of high school and..." Leia trailed off, her smile fading.
"Leia? Is everything alright?" Din asked, concerned.
Leia hesitated, before smiling as much as she could.
"Luke, I trust you more than I trust myself with this sort of sentimental mush... how about you and Din here handle details, I need some air. Han, make sure they don't stray off topic" she gave Luke a wink, Luke blushed and gave her an annoyed look.
Han frowned in concern.
"I'll be fine" Leia lied, walking out quickly.
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Leia made it about ten steps away from the church before bursting into tears.
She stumbled down the street, managing to find her car and climbing in, locking the door and leaning against the steering wheel as she wept hysterically.
Her whole life, Anakin had been like a superhero to her and Luke. Nothing ever scared him, not even the biggest of spiders or the meanest of teachers.
He'd always been the one who'd fixed things, the sort of dad who fixed up shelves and made sure their cars were running perfectly. He was always gentle and patient and...
...and there had been an ugly, black-and-blue bruise on her arm and shoulder for weeks after he'd attacked her.
Leia sniffled, straightening up and wiping her eyes. She was about to get out of the car and return to the church when her phone rang.
'Unknown' flashed up on screed. Leia weighed up her options before shrugging and answering.
"Leia Skywalker"
"...okay, don't get mad. But I had to talk to you" Jyn Erso's voice spoke up.
Leia blanched, looking around as though expecting FBI agents to leap out and start tracking Jyn's location at any second.
"Jyn, you idiot! I told you not to call me!" Leia hissed, keeping her voice down despite being alone in the car.
"Hey, it's not like Dad and I are actively under investigation, we fled before becoming suspects. Remember?"
"...and I'm sure fleeing made you look really innocent, right?"
"Okay, sure. But I still wanted to hear your voice. We've been friends for years, this sort of apology deserved better than a voicemail"
"Jyn... all I want from you is your safety" Leia sighed.
"I know, I know. I know you'd rather I stay safe but... I'd promised, and I wanted to apologise in person” Leia could hear the crunch, crunch, crunch of boots against icy ground as Jyn spoke.
“In person?” Leia raised a brow, but she got what Jyn meant.
It was nice to hear her voice…
Distantly, she heard the sounds of both Galen Erso and Orson Krennic's voices. It reminded her of her high school days, messing around and reading magazines in Jyn's room while her dads had philosophical arguments with Luke in the next room.
(Galen usually took Luke's side, to Orson's annoyance)
"Apology accepted. Now do me a favor, hang up, and go give your Dads a hug... actually, just Galen. Kick your step-dad in the nuts for me" said Leia.
Jyn snorted with laughter, and the two giggled together.
Jyn pulled herself together first.
"Anyway, I mean it. I'm so sorry I can't be in your wedding party, especially with everything else you're going through. But when this is all over, I want to see all the pictures. Anyway, I-"
"...anyway what?" Leia asked, thrumming her fingers against the steering wheel.
Her heart skipped a beat "Jyn? Jyn, are you okay?" she asked, having awful visions of Jyn being seized and hauled off.
Finally, Jyn spoke again. Her voice was strangely even and emotionless, as though too shocked to express herself.
"Uh... Leia... I might be able to make up for not coming. I think I just found your Dad"
Leia felt the phone slip out of her fingers, clattering to the floor of the car.
She breathed heavily, looking over at the Mandalorian church.
Mom can't travel with the twins.
Uncle Obi-Wan is too much of a pacifist in case there's trouble.
Luke can't be hurt. He can't.
I can't ask Han to do this, not for Dad.
She picked up the phone, her hand shaking.
"Jyn, hang up and drop me a pin with your location. Keep him there any way you can- but only if it's safe!" she added.
Jyn hung up without another word.
Leia looked grimly down at her phone, before nodding as the location came through.
She sent quick texts to Luke, Han, Padme, and Obi-Wan.
"I'm sorry. I'll be back before you know it. Don't screw up the wedding while I'm away"
She sent one last text before turning the ignition of the car, speeding off.
Just one stop, and then she was going to find Anakin.
Hey, Ahsoka. I know where Dad is. Coming?
She didn't even have to check to know what the response would be, already driving to Ahsoka’s place.
2 New Messages flashed up on Leia’s phone as she drove.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
But let's go get him anyway!
To Be Continued...
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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 8 - A Notable Moment
Ophelia's a bit nervous for her next shift. She tries to regain passion for her job, maybe a little too hard.
Ophelia: You are confident, you are talented, and you are going to keep working to get the recognition you deserve, EVEN IF IT WOOHOOCKING KILLS YOU.
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Right before she gets ready for her shift at the Blue Velvet, her phone starts blowing up with texts and calls from Travis, Summer and Libby! Something about her showing up in some paparazzi photos from yesterday... There's no time to chat, guys, she's going to be late for work!
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Work goes great! People are paying attention to her performance! She even hears people whispering about her in between sets.
Townie: That's the girl in those Brytani Cho pictures! In our own little nightclub!
The tips, the applause! Is Ophelia becoming a local celebrity?
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With her new-found status as an up-and-comer, the local coffee shop invites Ophelia to perform a couple gigs for their patrons. She can't say no to more tips, plus maybe she'll get a free coffee.
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Of course, because celebrities cannot mind their own damn business in this game, who else would show up but Brytani Fucking Cho
Brytani: My maid keeps getting gigs, good for her
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Forget Brytani Cho, and apparently Judith Ward who is also in the background somewhere. They pale in comparison to who would happen to walk in next: The larger than life and insanely fabulous Penny Pizzazz. She leaves a hefty tip and requests to talk to Ophelia during her break.
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Penny: Hey, hun, thanks for chatting with me.
Ophelia: Are you kidding? I love Penny For Your Thoughts! It's my favorite blog!
Penny: Perfect, so you already know who I am.
Ophelia: Of course! Anyone who's been on the internet ever has heard of Penny Pizzazz!
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Penny: I appreciate the flattery, darling, but I actually wanted to talk about you. I'm assuming you saw my blog post where I announced I recently got engaged.
Ophelia: Yeah! Congratulations to you and Miko!
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Penny: Thank you. We're beyond excited. We were actually just looking into a place to have the wedding at in Tartosa. The couple that runs the wedding venue we were touring mentioned your name. Hector and Hilary Laurent?
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Ophelia: The Laurents? Oh yeah, they've seen me perform at my night job at the Blue Velvet a couple of times. They said they might be interested in having me join their in-house wedding band but they don't have any openings.
Penny: Well they might just have to make one.
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Penny: We listened to their current singers. They're perfectly fine. Very professional, polished. Now, clearly, you can tell I like things that stand out a little more. That's where you come in. We told the Laurents we weren't feeling the music and might shop around for other options. That's when they told us about you. You're making quite the name for yourself, aren't you, Miss Notable Newcomer?
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Ophelia: Wait, you want ME to sing at your wedding? I'm sorry, I don't understand. Not that I don't appreciate being considered, but couldn't you have like... a real celebrity sing for you?
Penny: You're damn right I could but that's not how Penny Pizzazz rolls. When I was a measly media intern, getting coffee and picking up dry cleaning, I begged for people to see my potential but no one did. There's something about you, I can tell you're a go-getter like me. I'm always looking for something fresh, fun, and baby, that's you.
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Ophelia: Wow, I don't know what to say. Thank you would be a good place to start.
Penny: Don't thank me, girl. This isn't a charity case. You've got some raw talent. Who knows? Maybe someday I'll get to tell people the world-famous Ophelia Lemon sang at my wedding. Now, this isn't a done deal. My fiancée's shift ends soon. She wanted to listen to you as well, but trust me, I'm a much harder nut to crack than her. If she agrees, I'll let the Laurents know we want you at our wedding. Trust me, they'll find a way to make it happen.
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Penny was right, Miko stopped by not long after Ophelia got back on stage to sing a few more songs. She seems pleased with what she's hearing!
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After finishing the next set, the girls sit down to chat.
Miko: It's such a funny story, actually. I was in charge of setting up the yearly fashion show fundraiser for No Sim Left Behind, but my boss has coordinated everything with the celebrity emcee so I had no idea who it was.
Penny: It was me. When I showed up, she thought I was a volunteer and put me to work setting up chairs!
Ophelia: OMW!
Miko: Sorry I'm not chronically online! You didn't even tell me. You just started setting up chairs. My boss had a fit when she saw me giving you orders!
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Penny: You looked like you needed help and I had two perfectly good hands! Besides, I liked that you didn't step on eggshells with me. Even after you found out who I was, you were embarrassed, but you didn't treat me like Penny Pizzazz. You treated me like Penny.
Miko: Aww
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Penny: What did you think of her, sweetie? You have the final say.
Miko: You have a lovely voice, Ophelia. You're just what we're looking for. We'd love to have you sing at our wedding.
Ophelia: Thank you both so much, this is such an honor! I won't let you down!
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hi, i'd appreciate a little advice on this. as someone who is currently seeking a career in creative writing similar to yours, do you have any advice for those just starting out? i don't have much connections to my local industry and i don't really have a mentor that would help me with this.
if it helps, i am an undergrad (but soon to be fresh grad).
congrats on your soon to be graduation!
your best bet is going to be applying for cw MFA programs, which would offer both connections and mentorship. you're going to want to look for fully funded programs, which is to say, programs that cover your tuition and offer a monthly stipend in exchange for teaching composition or cw. don't apply anywhere you have to pay for. it's never worth it to go into debt, and moreover, paid programs are a nightmare mix of gross wealth and competition for what little funding there is.
but! if you're still in your early 20s, there's no harm at all in holding off on the MFA to work somewhere full-time for a while. i thought my 5-year gap between my undergrad degree and my grad degree made me a poor candidate for grad school but really that's what most people do. undergrad puts you through the ringer and there's no shame in recovering from academic burnout for a while. one good thing about a career in writing is that there's genuinely no hurry. the more life experience you can pick up, the more inspiration there is to draw from. so have fun, don't rush, live your life as close to the way you want to live it as possible.
the first and maybe hardest thing to accept about a career in writing is that you'll always have to split your attention. almost no one is a full-time creative writer. but the good news is that there are lots of jobs related to writing. you could go into publishing and be an editor or agent. once you get your MFA you can teach college courses or work in a writing center. or you can go into commercial copywriting or copyediting (that's where the big money is). it's hard to make enough money to live on just your creative work, but there's a ton of money in adjacent fields.
as far as pursuing publication, i would focus on short form. read short stories, write short stories, publish short stories. (or if you write nonfiction, focus on essays.) short form allows you to practice the complete drafting, revising, submitting, and publishing process in a safer and more contained space than novel publishing. once you go through the entire process over and over again, you gain the extremely valuable, extremely rare skill of knowing when something is finished. it's absolutely necessary to reach that feeling, that little click when you know something you've written is the best version of the thing it is and more edits will only turn it into something different, not better. getting to that point lends you confidence and security in your own work.
more specifically, i recommend writing one short story, max 4k words, the best work you're capable of. now you have a writing sample for applications and awards, and something to publish. getting a good sample ready will start opening doors for you.
while you're doing research on figuring out what lit mags to send to, keep an eye out for publications looking for slush readers. there is no experience more valuable than putting yourself on the other side of the submission window. you get a very rapid understanding of what editing really is, what kinds of stories are out there, and where your own work stands. you'll also gain some connections that way, and maybe some editorial mentorship. these positions aren't paid, but they also aren't a huge time commitment, and it's worth its weight in gold in helping you accept rejection. the rejections you receive hit different when you know how it feels to vote thumbs down on someone else's work.
if your goal is to eventually get an agent and then a book deal with a big publisher, know that the road there is a long one, and that's a good thing. i feel horrible for writers who debut at 25 to major acclaim. it may seem like a dream come true, but it's a curse. first of all, now that i'm in my 30s, i'm glad it's taken me this long to get where i am, because i'm confident enough in my work and i know what i'm doing well enough to push back on things like bad edits. i can, and have, turned down people interested in my work who didn't actually vibe with it. you want to hold out for the people who love your work for the same reasons you love it. it takes a long time to cultivate that kind of security, the belief that you and you alone know what's best for the story you're trying to tell. too many voices too early on can ruin something beautiful.
also, in literary fiction, the debut novel is a big deal. it might be in other genres too but specifically in literary fiction, a book deal isn't just a book deal. it's your introduction into the community. once you have a book out, you'll start getting ARCs for blurbs, requests for interviews, signings, juror requests, maybe even commission work from big magazines. so it's not just "oh i finished a novel time to publish it i guess." a debut is "this is the absolute best work i'm capable of, i know and have faith in what it's doing, i know my own unique style and aesthetics, i know where it belongs, and i'm ready to share it with others."
that might be hard to take in and i know i didn't listen at all when my mentors told me not to rush publishing. i put a lot of undue pressure on myself when i should have been focusing on craft, and i also queried agents when my first manuscript was only half-baked. i can't tell you how badly i regret that. i went out with my second manuscript instead, which was a bigger risk but i was far more confident in it, and which signed me an agent and got me on the desks of dozens of editors. one editor put a bid in but her publisher said no. so i ran a marathon only to get to the finish line and have to turn back. i started writing it in 2016; the last round of submissions was late 2021. five years, and it's still not published. and it may never be. but there will be other manuscripts, other editors, and other opportunities. and as time passes i only gain a sharper understanding of what i'm trying to get on the page.
meanwhile, there's plenty to do before big publication. put your work out there. apply for workshops, residencies, grants, awards. start building up your CV. keep writing and generating new work to build up your portfolio. keep an eye out for opportunities that come your way. just yesterday a residency reached out to me to ask me to be a juror on their application board and in exchange they're giving me a month-long stay at their place (i can't tell you how much i love residencies. pain in the ass to apply for but a godsend once you get in). you just never know what's going to open doors for you; a publication in a small magazine might net you award nominations, maybe even award wins. the more you put yourself out there, the more rejections you'll receive, yeah, but the acceptances can be huge. unfortunately that means it's hard to plan your future, but it also helps you develop faith in yourself knowing good things will come your way at some point, as long as you keep writing and sharing your work.
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THREE HEARTS 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
JOE
Joe’s jaw hurt from how tightly he clenched it while he fished out a shirt and a pair of trousers for Urchin to wear. The rage within him from earlier and Ariel becoming a human prickled in his mind and he could feel the need to lash out, and he needed to clear his head.
 He knew this was coming.
It was inevitable, completely unavoidable.
He knew how her story went. The moment she was on land she was going to find Eric, but he had hoped things would be different this time.
It was different.
Everything was so much different this time. Ursula made life changing choices and gave up her miserable lonely life under the sea to start a new life on land. Princess Vanessa had somehow managed to leave the continent to sail across the small sea to stay in Tirulia with the intent to marry Eric. Eric wanted to be friends with him; and he hated the fact it was somewhat tempting. Despite all the changes, Ariel’s course somehow seemed steady and straight for Eric. It was easy to blame the love potion rather than a genuine interest in the human prince, but there was an underlying chance that something from her original story stuck with her, and she truly did want to marry Eric. The jealousy that rose within him was as dangerous as a lionfish.
“It’s terrifying when you don’t talk.” Urchin’s crackly voice sounded dry as it broke Joe away from his ink filled thoughts. “I mean, you don’t necessarily talk a lot, but it’s especially terrifying when you don’t talk when you’re mad.”
He cut Urchin a look, somewhere between self-control and disapproval, and inhaled sharply through his nose to combat the negative emotions within him that threatened to lash out. As he exhaled, his body relaxed marginally as he spoke. “Would you rather me show you how angry I am?”
“No.”
“Then what do you want?”
He tossed the clothes at Urchin and turned his back on him. Joe wasn’t ready to hear what sort of excuses Urchin would come up with to justify how things happened. Knowing Ariel, it was something that not even Joe could prevent from happening; though he would have died trying to do so.
“I – I don’t know.” He shrugged and looked askance. “It’s not like I wanted to make you mad at me again, or that I wanted this to happen, Ariel she –”
“Do not be angry with him, Joe.” Ursula scolded as walked into the room, knotting a black belt around her round waist. She’d somehow managed to don on a lilac dress that almost matched the color of her cecaelian skin. “Ariel came to me despite his behest not to see me. He followed through with his efforts because he even bothered pleading with me not to go through with it.”
Joe seethed as he turned on the woman and threw his hands in the air. “If you knew then why – ?”
“Because it was her choice, Joe.” Ursula cut him off and gave him a look that would have turned Medusa to stone. His jaw clenched as he reigned in his anger and took a step away from them. “I swear you boys are so dramatic. Whether you want to believe me or not, her eyes were free of the influence of the potion when she signed the deal and it’s not like I’m ending her life. She’s to remain a human for three weeks to figure out what she wants in life, and if she’s not received a true love’s kiss by then, she will return to the sea and suffer whatever marriage her father deems a worthy cause to Atlantica.”
Joe nearly scoffed in disbelief when Ursula whipped out her contract and he could read it for himself. There were no threats of her death, turning into sea foam, or losing her voice permanently should she fail. All she needed was a kiss from true love and she’d keep her legs and regain her voice. Ursula made a contract for someone else’s benefit and not her own.
Things were changing.
“Come now, Joe, don’t look so surprised.” Ursula grinned smugly and crossed her arms. “I told you I was starting fresh, I can’t go conning people into bad deals so early, now, can I?”
Her tone was teasing but given her track history Joe was wary to entirely believe her. He would need more proof of her decision to change before he chose to believe her. He couldn’t risk Ariel’s life and would ensure she lived a long and happy one this time.
“Now wipe that scowl off your face and paint on a smile, the prince and Marlin will be here any minute and I refuse to be anything less than perfect to have the royal’s backing in my business.” She clapped her hands and turned to leave. “Get Urchin here ready and get downstairs. I’m going to need all the help I can get with Ariel around.”
Joe almost defended her, intent on proving Ursula wrong, but he remembered how difficult it was to keep an eye on her the first time. He had no idea how Eric managed to keep her in one spot without keeping her leased to him with how quick she was to run off and look at everything and everything. It was adorable and he loved watching her eyes glow with each new thing she laid her eyes on, but it was also bad for his hearts when she wandered to a less pleasant part of town or saw something she did not need to see. The door squeaked as she half closed it behind her before she made her descent down the stairs.
Urchin remained quiet as he threw on the oversized linen shirt and stuffed his pants into the legs. Joe remained quiet, his eyes glued to the door where Ursula left and his mind reeling with the possibility of hope. Maybe there was still a chance to save Ariel after all.
“Is this how this is supposed to go?” Urchin held the front of his shirt with his hands as he examined himself.
“Yes.” Joe relented a sigh and ran his hands through his hair as his anger was finally tapered down.
“It feels so weird.” Urchin’s nose wrinkled as he kept adjusting the baggy clothes that sat on his body.
“You’ll get used to it.” Joe managed a slim smile as he walked over and helped to settle the clothes on his shoulders and showed him how to tuck the front into his pants. “After all this, I’ll take you into the market to get you some that fit better.”
“Why?”
“Because humans wear clothes to be decent and if you’re going to be stuck on land with us, you’re going to need a few pairs of pants and shirts.”
“If you say so. . .”
“Nothing’s been going the way I’d like it, so I doubt things are going to go the way they need to just because I say so.” He chuckled without mirth and shook his head.
“What do you mean?”
“That is a long answer that we don’t have time for right now.” Joe groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “The prince is coming, and we need to be downstairs so you can help Ursula sell her products.”
“What about you?” He scowled almost out of habit.
Joe dragged the back of his hand across his neck and felt the building tension lying under the surface. “I’m going to try to keep Ariel out of trouble.”
“Good luck.” Urchin snorted and patted him on the back. “After today, I’ve given up on that endeavor. She’s all your’s man.”
Joe’s eyes went wide at Urchin’s defeat as he walked past him to descend the stairs and had to force himself to blink. Perhaps more things were changing than he had realized. Despite the bustling going on downstairs, Joe found his feet glued to the floor with the unsettling feeling that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance in this.
“They always say to make a change you have to take that first step. . .” He mumbled to himself as he looked at the bedroom door and felt his hearts shiver in anticipation as he walked through the door.
A knock sounded at the door as he made his descent and his hearts seized as he saw Ariel’s eyes switch from blue to pink in a single blink as Ursula threw open the door and Eric and Vanessa stood on the other side.
ERIC
Vanessa practically bounced in her seat with excitement in the carriage ride through the town as they drove to the new apothecary shop. Poor Gabrielle beside her had given up trying to make her sit still and had chosen to slump against the other window to sleep a little longer. He couldn’t blame her, they had gotten up much earlier than necessary, Vanessa wanted to have matching outfits and look her absolute best for their date. Her long dark hair was tied back in a ribbon at the nape of her neck and she wore a soft lilac dress that was perhaps the simplest thing he’d seen her in yet. It suited her far better than all the ruffles and frills and puffy dresses that were impossible to move around. It also made enough room for all three of them to sit comfortably in the carriage.
Grimsby was supposed to join them; however, father had requested his presence in a meeting to discuss a few matters of what happened on their sea fairing adventures, and requested Eric deliver a letter to the new apothecary woman. They say that falling in love is for the young, however, the love and adoration Grimsby had for the new apothecary woman was something to be desired and something her silently envied. Grimsby had no trouble pulling out all the stops for this woman, taking her into town to buy her lunch or dresses, or showing her the best shops in the market to purchase and even sell her wares; Grimsby put more effort in courting the woman than Eric’s own father did in wooing his own mother. While his parents had a pleasant and companionable marriage, he couldn’t recall them acting so openly or unabashedly romantic as Grimsby; then again Grimsby didn’t have much else to lose now.
Vanessa seemed to sparkle in the sunlight while Gabrielle barely suppressed a yawn and rubbed her eyes sleepily. He was pleased to see Vanessa so eager even if Eric hadn’t slept much due to his own nerves and excitement. He never should have doubted Gabrielle, she certainly knew Vanessa well and knew what piqued her interest better than anyone else; as she should after acting as his spy and her handmaiden for nearly a decade. A bit of guilt tinged at his heart at the thought, acknowledging the fact he left his best friend alone in a place that could kill her just for being an outsider. He owed Gabrielle a life debt for everything she’d done for both he and Vanessa and could only hope and pray he could repay her for it.
Eric hadn’t known how to speak or even entertain a princess, as a life of seafaring with men held a different sort of entertainment that Vanessa was bit attuned to. Crude humor and dishonorable jokes that were told onboard a ship full of men and boredom was not meant for his fiancée’s ears. Every time one of those jokes would cross his mind, he would hear Grimsby’s chiding and telling him to refrain from laughing if he hoped to impress princess Vanessa. Despite her inability to sail or ride the waves, Vanessa was adaptable and easier to speak with than he anticipated. Vanessa knew more about the politics and taxes going on the mainland as well as how they would affect his island kingdom in a way that Eric could never hope to understand and saw her true value each day they spoke and learned more of one another.
In addition to her beauty, Vanessa was well versed in history, poetry, as well as a few of the sciences to carry on conversations about sailing. While she couldn’t cross the sea with him, she did seem to want to encourage his sea adventures; though for how long only time would tell. The men of his crew often discussed how their wives discouraged their seafaring days after they were wed and had a family, while Eric knew this, he hoped he could at least have a few more years to sail the ocean blue. Casting a glance in her direction, he caught sight of a sleepy Gabrielle smiling and nodding and signing to all the things Vanessa whispered about.
“I can’t wait to see what sort of items she will have!” Vanessa squealed as she pressed her nose to the window, eyes searching for the tucked away shop, as they left the pain portion of town and descended into the forest. “I do hope she’ll have some lovely, scented powders.”
“I’m sure she’ll have a nice variety.” Eric’s smile felt strained as he himself wasn’t sure. He wanted to do something to repay Joe for saving his life, but he also wanted to stay in his fiancée’s good graces. For both their sakes he hoped this worked in both their favors.
“You think so?” She beamed, her eyes sparkling like gems of anticipation.
“Well, it’s my first time here as well, but I do know they’re decent people.” He gulped and smiled nervously at her. “While I’m sure they won’t have all the things you used to love in your home, I’m sure they’ll have something close to it.”
“Even if they don’t, I don’t mind trying new things.” She sighed contentedly as she sat back in her seat and looked at him. “Even if it turns out that I don’t find anything in particular I care for, the fact that I’m out spending time with you will have made this enough.”
Eric’s face warmed as he smiled back at her. “Well, Joe did save my life, so let’s at least give them a chance.”
“I will give him all the chances in the world to show my gratitude of keeping you in this existing plane, Eric.” Vanessa batted her eyelashes at him, her words warming his heart, while Gabrielle rolled her eyes and made him smile.
“As am I.” Eric nodded grimly and turned his gaze to the beautiful ocean that nearly claimed him. As the only surviving heir to the small kingdom, Eric had no idea what would happen to the kingdom of Tirulia is both he and his father were to pass. The kingdom would survive under Grimsby’s care for a time, but once the Vikings and pirates learned that there was no leader over a thriving island country, they would surely invade. The thought dampened his spirit and made him all the more thankful that Joe had managed to keep him alive and dragged him to shore. He owed a life’s debt to both Gabrielle and Joe and could only hope he’d be able to fulfill these debts in a single lifetime.
The warm summer day promised hope and good tidings as they wove through the leafy shadows past the trees and closer to the beach. Eric couldn’t entirely understand why the woman so adamantly wanted the house so far from the town, but he had to admit that the view of the ocean was perhaps too beautiful of a sight to give up. The carriage lurched to a halt and the excitement that had once bounced within the carriage teemed together in a strange string of nerves as Eric stepped out of the carriage first and assisted both women out.
Both Eric and Gabrielle stood silently, taking in the changes of the house, and he could not help but wonder what Gabrielle felt, if she felt as. . . odd as he did. Gabrielle walked ahead of him, keeping her back to him and stood as silent as ever as she stared at the house. The layout of the land had more flowers than ever before, the windows had all been replaced and repaired, and even the shudders over the windows painted. It was no longer their childhood getaway, and it stirred an ache in Eric’s chest like one he’d never felt before.
Fireflies, fireworks, and even bug bitten memories flooded back to him. While they were both brought up in the castle to learn and serve their stations, they’d stolen away during the summers with Grimsby for small fishing trips and necessary breaks from egregious studying. There was no chance they could ever return to that now. Vanessa cooed as she turned in a circle and looked at the newly converted home and took in the sights.
“Oh, how lovely! No wonder she was so determined to have this place.” She clasped her hands together and sighed contentedly. “Everything an apothecary needs for all their natural balms and remedies are found here in nature.”
Eric hoped that was true for as much as he was indebted to Joe, if Gabrielle should want this house more, he would do everything within his power to give it to her. Rolling her shoulders back and standing straighter, Gabrielle walked forward without looking back towards the apothecary’s home. Pine blended with the sea salt air filled his lungs with enough courage to take Vanessa’s hand and escort her to the door. Her face bloomed a lovely shade of pink that made him want to deepen it with a kiss, but he smiled instead as they walked to the door.
Gabrielle was the one to knock on the door and the door swung open mid-knock. The apothecary beamed with a smile and bent down in a half curtsy that caused her knees to crack. “Welcome your most gracious Majesties, to my humble abode and shop.”
“Oh, this is so exciting!” Vanessa whispered and squeezed his hand and pressed her bosom against his arm. He gulped and smiled as a strange glint passed over the apothecary’s face as she took a step back and opened the door wide.
“Please, come inside and check out my wares.”
Eric smiled politely and blinked in surprise as he looked around the room. Nothing was the same. The once all wooden walls were now painted a soft sage green and were adorned with strange signs in a language he didn’t know. Floral salts touched his nose and did little to soothe his unease as they entered the shop and realized they were not alone as promised.
“Oh, I wasn’t aware that there would be others here today. . .”
“Oh, they’re not customers.” The apothecary Ursula laughed airily and tried to wave the concerns away. “They’re my hired help.”
“I see, I wasn’t aware you had more hired help besides Joe.” Eric relaxed slightly as he turned to look at both the blonde boy with green eyes and the girl with red hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. She sucked in a gasp and her cheeks flushed as she quickly turned her face away from him. There was something oddly familiar about the two, but he couldn’t quite fathom how. A prickle of pain touched the front of his head, and he strained a smile on his face to push the wayward thoughts from his mind.
“I wasn’t aware you had so many here.”
“Because they came with us while you were away, Eric.” Joe cleared his throat as he strode into the room and stood between the two strangers. “These are my dearest friends, Dylan and Ariel.”
The boy looked momentarily confused before nodding his head and bowing slightly while the girl continued to avoid Eric’s gaze while stealing a peek at him. Poor thing must be bashful.
“Pleasure to meet you both.” He smiled kindly. “You are a handsome couple.”
“Oh, no, sir, er, your majesty.” Dylan stood and shook his blonde hair quick as a scowl crossed Joe’s. “Ariel is my sister. She’s betrothed to Joe.”
The girl’s head snapped up as she looked from her brother to Joe and quickly reached for his hand. The moment their hands touched, Joe turned to her, his gaze softening as they carried on a silent conversation. It was obvious by the look in Joe’s eyes that he was as smitten with her as Grimsby was smitten with Joe’s mother.
“My apologies.” Eric cleared blinked and nodded by way of apology. “I wasn’t aware that you were betrothed, Joe.”
“It’s all right.” Joe’s smile was strained as both he and Ariel looked at him. The poor girl had a strange look cross her face, as if she was torn from screaming and torn from throwing herself into Joe’s arms.
“Come now, there will be many other times for pleasantries and other things.” Madame Ursula moved in front of her workers and gestured to the array of potions, lotions, bath salts, and even powders she had out on display.
Clutching him tightly to her side, Vanessa nodded her head and inquired about each individual item, sampling them on her hand before raising it for Eric to smell. Some scents were fine, others were pungent for his nose, and after the fifth one he couldn’t smell much of anything. As they tested each of the items, he felt Gabrielle trailing behind them like a shadow scribbling in her book that she brought. By the seventh thing Vanessa made him smell his head began to ache and he wrinkled his nose as he turned his face away.
“You don’t like this one?” Vanessa whimpered as she withdrew her hand.
“I don’t know at the moment.” He admitted nervously and rubbed the space between his brows. “The smells are delightful, though I don’t think my sensibilities can take much more.”
“Ah, he needs air.” Dylan murmured and was promptly smacked and given a warning look by Joe.
“Actually, I think a bit of air might do me good.” He slowly slipped his hand free from Vanessa, but she held on tightly to him.
“Eric?” Her violet tinted eyes blinked up worriedly and he couldn’t help but smile down at her.
“Don’t worry, I’m just stepping out for a bit to clear my head.” He glanced to Gabrielle who gave him a nod to go ahead. “You look like you’re having so much fun, Vanessa, please, don’t stop on my account. Gabrielle will still be here with you.”
“Oh, all right.” Her lower lip poked out and her shoulders slumped in disappointment. “I’ll try to pick a more subtle scent then.”
“I think I have just the thing, princess.” Madame Ursula smiled and plucked up a blue vial, plucked the cork top off, and held it out for her. Vanessa took a deep inhale, cooed over it, and before he could hear her ask another question, he slipped outside.
The moment the pine air touched his nose he felt as though he could breathe better. While the scents the madame made were delightful and well scented, they were far too much for his own senses. He hoped Vanessa would not scorn him for this, as this was as close to understanding her seasickness that he could get and suddenly found himself sympathizing with the poor woman. How cruel of he and her father to demand she sail across the tiny sea to marry him; it must have been torture for her. He was at least thankful she could handle carriage rides and could only hope that any of their future children would inherit their father’s weak senses rather than their mother’s poor stomach.
“What on earth?” Eric laughed despite himself as he caught himself already thinking of a future with Vanessa. She was smart, beautiful, and well mannered, but he knew he’d yet to see all of her. The mask of decorum was as lovely as her face; however, he was waiting to see the hint of her temper and true nature she’d yet to show him.
Understanding her ailment, he knew he couldn’t torture her by sending her back, but he hoped that her temper, should she have a bad one, was tolerable and forgivable to put up with him as he learned to be not only the king his people needed, but also a husband she deserved.
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moonlightknightess · 1 year
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hi there soo I thought of an au so I decided to share it so basically Eren is a king and mikasa is his queen of course and Sasha is mikasa’s lady in waiting/ handmaiden , since mikasa is kinda considered foreign to the Eldian and with want to ensure the continuity of Yeager line ( founding titan power being inherited through genes ) as much as possible ( they want a shiton of heirs) , the kingdom council and the ppl started pushing for a 2nd fully eldian wife , Eren and mikasa were fully against it until they knew they had to give to the ppls demands thus Sasha was suggested since her and mikasa are close friends and mikasa trusts Sasha and knows she will not harm her or her future children neither will Sasha’s kids do ….. yeah that’s pretty much it so what’s your opinion? If you like it maybe give it a one shot or some head canons to flesh the story out a bit , thanks ❤️
Omg i love ittt! I feel like I always do eremikasasha established so this prompt actually feels sooo fresh! I am assuming this is like an canonverse au in which Eren is king instead od the Reiss family right? Or is it a whole new different universe?
Either way, i feel like these ideas can work out oretty well as a storynfor it!
It has been six months since Eren was forced to rule Paradis Kingdom along his chosen queen, Mikasa Yeager from Hizuru, ever since the assesination of the former King and father, Grisha Yeager
So far things have gone smoothly for them, it's not like they got so much to do as the former rulers of Paradis Kingdom since almost every decision made about the future of its kingdom was always made by the kingdom council, they could suggest some chabges here and there but nothing
It's not like that was the life they wanted to be fair, Grisha Jeager was so adamant about their relationship ever since he discovered Mikasa's heritage, forbidding Eren to ever choose some outsider as his wife unless he was willing to marry someone from the walls too! Just like he did when he married Carla and Dina Jeager!
Obviously Eren was taking none of it, getting ready to elope with Mikasa to anywhere if that meant being with her for the rest of his life! She was the only constant in his life ever since they found each other when they got lost in thw woods afterall (don't tell this to Armin tho), if it wasn't because of the rebel group that killed his father just days before he could proceed with his plan, he would have taken Mikasa to somewhere in the mountains already!
That's why, when the ghost of his father's demands appeared through the kingdom's council asking him to consider marrying someone who "wasn't a mere outsider" he almost killed the old man who suggested it, if anything, for saying such a thing in the pressence of his lady
The push for a second queen became stronger when rumors started to spread through the town about Mikasa's heritage and how she came from a clan that had a story about opposing the Jeager Royal Bloodline (Ackerman), and how there was a possibility that their offspring wouldn't inherit the Titan genes running through Eren since she was an outsider, making the townsflolks join the kingdom council side in the matter
Before things escalate higher than they should and a new rebel group starts to form, it is Mikasa who asks him to agree with it stating that "I don't care how many women do you have to marry as long as I get to be by your side for the rest of my life, Eren" voice at the edge of breaking at the prospect of losing him
He really wanted to take her with him right there, the idea of eloping once again in his mind but this time looking less possible, they were the leaders of Paradis afterall, there was no way they could make it out of the walls without being noticed, reluctantly agreeing to get a second wife the next time he had a meeting with his coulncil
Several women are suggested by the kingdom council, all of them coming from well known royal families with the only purpose of creating bonds in between families, nasty glares sent at Mikasa whenever they are told about her, hidden intentions masked in vague suggestions to better leave the throne for her own "safety"
So far no one has been chosen and Mikasa can't help but vent about everything to Sasha, her long friend and lady of honor, the only one who she trusted, her only girl friend who could understand her position and the crippling fear that started to swallow her
Maybe it was because it pained her so much to see her queen-friend like that, so she didn't give it too much of a thought before offering herself to be Eren's second wife/queen, the suggestion taking Mikasa aback for a quick moment before she realized it was the best choice!
Sasha was just everything they needed, she was fully eldian, she had a good connection with the Royal Family even in she was just her handmaiden, and since she was aware of eveything, she could just pretend she was Eren's wife in front of the townsfolk! She won't actually have to be Eren's lover!
When Eren was told about the idea he agreed to it right on the spot, it was the best course action so far sincerily he would rather have someone as Sasha as his "wife" rather than the snakes that the council tried to push him for, even if he doesn't know the girl as much as Mikasa did
Even if the townsfolk got their doubts about Sasha as a queen, it was good enough, and even if the council tried to refuse they didn't enough reasoning to do so
Their wedding went smoothly and the kiss they shared at the altar was probably the most awkward they ever had, both because of Sasha's lack of experience and for the lack of feelings between the two of them
It was fairly easy to play pretend from that moment on, whenever they were out in the public Eren and Sasha just had to hold hands or maybe some forehead kisses here and there, sometimes mixing it with wholeheartedly affection for Mikasa too to truly show his commitment
The 3 of them get to know each other on a more intimate/private level too! Mikasa gets to see a more bubbly and easy going Sasha who always had to show herself as a level headed servant, and Eren would actually have so many things in common with her, like how they loved to hunt for example
From Sasha's side, she would actually enjoy being with them, she would love the nice 180 degrees change her life did, and the fact that she could her the little town she grew up in with her influence as queen was a nice plus! But still she actuallu enjoyed how she was able to meet Mikasa on a more personal level too! She always admired her ever since she took her in when despite daring to steal her ring that one time, and Eren wasn't that bad to be honest, he was better than his father at least!
The more time passes her feelings start to change, so many time spent pretending to be Eren's wife start to take a toll on Sasha the moment she starts to appreciate the little gestures he does for her, like the countless times he made his men deliver food and supplies to her town and her family for her help or all the time they spent hunting together just as a hobby
The more time oasses, Sasha can't help but feel a little envy of Mikasa and how Eren seemed genuine whenever he had to show his affection for her, kisses and little gestures of love shared between them that she also felt but certainly didn't made her feel in the same way it made Mikasa feel, at some point her mind taking a dark path and making her doubt herself when she pictured herself tasting Mikasa's lips or she letting her head rest in her lap after a long day travelling around the walls, her body full of shame at such thoughts, she was supposed to be a mere puppet in this after all, she can't get in their way
What she doesn't know is that the same is happening for the two of them! With Eren sometimes showering her with so much affection than needed or trying so hard to show himself as a loving husband when he could just do the bare minimum, or sometimes Mikasa having intrusive thoughts on her mind about how Sasha looked so beautifully when she enjoyed herself and doing evrything possible to make her smile more, way too invested in her happiness with them for some reason, guilt filling them as well and even worse, considering how she was off limits and just helping them with their selfish request, a selfish request that didn't served a purpose if they were struggling to keep their feelings on check
The more time passes, the council and the townsfolks start getting more desperate for an offspring, specially from Sasha's part, since she was the fully eldian queen, that being Sasha last straw
They get into a argument the moment Sasha asks them to stop this ruse, since there was no way she could have Eren's children like this, chaos enssuing the moment they try to woo her with materialistic things, edging her into admitting how her mind and her feelings for them have grew so strong she wasn't sure what was she thinking anymore, and that she was afraid she would do something that crossed the line she wasn't supposed to cross and that it would lead up to things ending horribly between the three of them, something she didn't want
Eren and Mikasa share an knownful gaze before they start admitting their own feelings too, how Eren started to appreciate Sasha more and more and how his appreciation for her help turned into something bigger, Mikasa almost on the same situation, her admiration for her altruism awakening something inside her that could be labeled as blasphemy for everybody else
That same night where they became honest with each other was the same night that held so many firsts, a first kiss shared in between the girls that made robbed the air out of their lungs and the sould out of their bodies, feeling so wrong and at the same time so right, their shame forgotten in the hopes of feeling their soft lips against each other, the very first kiss shared between Eren and Sasha that seemed genuine, Eren.letting himself feel for her in the same way she feel for Mikasa and Sasha answering wholheartedly like she have always wanted but denied for so long, the shackles of her conciouness coming undone as her clothes did, a last kiss shared between Eren and Mikasa as assuranse of their love, that there was nothing wrong for feeling the way they did if they were able to keep loving each other jusy they way they have been ever since they promised, only this time, letting themselves shsre their love for the very same person that bothered to help them
At the end of the day, it was a win/win situation, they got to preserve their love for each other and at the same time managed to keep everyone happy, the several offsprings they conceived the purest form of their love...
I'm sorry for keeping your ask on waiting for this long lol, I really wished I did a drabble if I took this long but I really wanted to flesh out everything about this prompt lol
I'm also very impressed I didn't do smut with this 🤣perhaps a short drabble about that last part could be ideal??? Let me know if you think so!
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fayrinferno · 2 years
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Movie CD Dramas Translation
Against all advice, I picked up the two Escaflowne movie drama CDs called the "Prologue" and some interesting things happened. I mentioned that I might translate those in indefinite future in one of the previous posts, and then @radical-rad1986 reminded me that a fan translation of them already exists (or existed, the website is now defunct).
I've never even played the CDs since I bought them few years ago (I don't keep a CD/DVD -ROM/player/ with me by now... shame, but I don't need it in my daily life anymore) but I just had some time now so I took out the lost technology and listened to them for the first time, all the while looking at the translation as I went... aaand I noticed a few things that seemed to have been missed in that translation. I decided to sort of... suggest changes to that translated script, cause it seemed more or less okay to me, with some tweaks.
But as I went on, even I could hear that it got a bit wild and strayed further from the original in places, so I just did my own transcripts to be sure (no I am still in no way fluent in Japanese) and did a totally fresh translation of many of the lines. I'm pretty confident in the job I did there and I wanna show you guys, cause if you've ever read the translation above (or even if you do so now), I think that the whole thing will make more sense with those things fixed.
I started quite a few translation projects already and I wasn't planning to do this one on top, just was curious and wanted to check casually. But then this happened cause I have no impulse control. I know I tease great many things already but I guess my mental state right now is 'better do something that I'm into right now rather than procrastinate and fall into the dark mental pit of nothingness'.
TL;DR Expect a movie drama translation sometime this year, I swear it is interesting too, otherwise I wouldn't bother with it.
@umadashibayashiashibayashi @coverteyes
I'll use this post to reply to you, since it's somehow related: Thanks for the interest and support! Of course, I will continue translating the novels, too, I just like to switch between things whenever I get bored/burned out. Regarding the novels, since I was able to proceed at a faster pace than anticipated, I thought maybe I'd publish the first results after I'm done with the first book. Before that, I will probably publish some more artbook translations @heavenlydragon. Those have been beta-read just need to straighten some details and they're ready to go. It's the rest of this book.
I would like to have all the translations beta-read like the Marlene Chapter since I'm an ESL and the outcome of juggling three languages in my head is... not always comprehensible (I hope this post is at least a but cause I'm chotto braindead after this translating session), but we'll see. Maybe I'll just post them in their unholy state, haha. I'm again tempted to look into the website options to publish these things somewhere with a bit more... structure than a blog, too. Thing is just, I'm into translating right now, as you can clearly see ^^; I did quite a lot of it already (it looks like quite an obsession I realize) but it feels pretty rewarding with the new information and people's feedback/appreciation tbh! So thanks, I will continue translating, too! Always hoping for more inspiration to come my way~
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noxyfied · 1 year
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Hey, I am making a comic. Wanna hear about it?
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Being a busy person during the next couple of years, I managed to get something out of it. My digital skills have quite improved from their humble beginnings when I got my first drawing tablet. It was just then, I had to start new. I always been a story writer by heart, one who likes to put parts of their personal life into the stories I have written. But some may say:
"Well it is obvious everyone does that"
Yes! that is very so true, but I felt as I inserted too much of myself into these stories I was a self insert by that time.
Looking back, is it embarrassing? yes, and so will be the things past 2019.
Nevertheless, I had to start fresh. Be original, be something you can proudly stand in front of people and tell them without feeling as your pants just disappeared when the crowd is staring.
Well, it's 2020. What a year ain't it
Someone such as myself who graduated from college with a Illustrator degree came down to a big feeling of pride and motivation to finally start writing.
Something that connects to myself without really making me the protagonist in anyways, I had to create LIFE!.
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Make my own characters was first before anything else, this is better than nothing right?.
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I am getting there!
But what would be the media I would present this story with characters whom exist in this void in my head?
I am no literary writer so writing it to a book will not work.
I cannot animate for the life of me, so no.
Film? Get out of here! how am I supposed to get a purple fox and a blue hair woman from.
It did came to my mind that just like a light bulb moment, a graphic novel it is!
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Clearly I was getting somewhere...
...So it's 2022, about that comic I was about to make.
Well as changes through my art style came around, I now have 2 years of working in the digital medium, and I think I have improved from before right?
Right?
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Well I would like to say that I did. The whole reason it has taken this long is for the insecurity of the quality of the art, I thought i made the right choice since I was still very early on my digital years. While traditionally it was much longer, but this is different.
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2 Years is quite a lot, I felt ready. Although my biggest issue other than skill was the procrastination.
I may not come as the fastest worker you have known. That's it.
The true is that if i did not work on this now, then when? I do not want this to take any longer when I have already developed the story in my head, and have kept notes in my trusty notebook too.
This is not the year, at the moment I am still sketching pages for the comic...
the comic...
THE COMIC
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The conic is called Nox & Neva! with a brief summary I want to come to mention what I used from my life to inspire me to make it the way how i want it to.
This is a story of a woman and a fox. yes a FOX (ice fox to be specific).
Throughout my years I have come to enjoy two types of media, dwelling into their individual communities and people. I am quite a fanatic of what I am presenting within the two and the world the live in.
the characters!
Nox: An ice fox in which who is very sleepy, very closed. Do they wish to have some company? maybe, that would be nice if they stumble upon it. Nox tends to live on their own apartment in which could use some cleaning. with that idea in mind; Nox would rather have someone clean it for them. What better way than hiring someone!.
Nox may come to be small, introverted, and perhaps not very talkative. But they do have some heart. Morals still have to be there right? Nox grew to learn them and learn about themselves.
Neva: Quite the girl, what can't she do!?
Well a lot of things, the perfect white collared worker of which you can put her in any type of job and she would instantly become number one at everything. With a few degrees from amazing schools, at what cost is all of that if she cannot open her apartment door to any guests?. Maybe working at so many offices, moving from place to place, has her have enough. At least for now, she quits her job and starts from zero, nothing looks good yet. Neva has quite the mind and body to be quite perfect, maybe a bit too perfect? She is still an extrovert, or she at least thinks. She is not good at parties. Neva just needs something more than a coworker, but a friend. how hard can that be right?.
This is Nox and Neva, the story of two quite different people who find to meet each other during a hiring, from a boss and worker to quite the friends.
How will they develop this friendship, or what will the discover from themselves thanks to the other. This is their beginning.
It's not easy to write, nor will it ever be. This is my chance to do this, and working 2 years on this means a lot to me. Reflecting on the story on yourself, and yeah you wish for success as much as for those fictional people. everyone has goals, and seek for it under their own story.
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But this is the beginning, their beginning. They will become friends, but it will take it's time. And so will a lot of things.
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But for me, I am having the best time of my life drawing these goobers.
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toomanybandstocare · 2 years
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Y’know what would be so cool is if you did like an epilogue kinda thing where she meets Eddie again. Maybe Chrissy broke his heart and he grew up and matured a little or they ended up in the upside down years later somehow or she’s working somewhere and he meets her there like idk I loved it but part of me wanted some sort of closure or reunion after the whole drama but I think a time jump would work cause there’s no way you’d face someone again straight after that I’d literally skip town hahaha. Just an idea of course you don’t have to consider it or even read this or reply to me I’m just greedy for your writing lol
hey, camper!
i needed to sit on this and think about how i wanted to word how i feel about this series before answering.
i've mentioned in a different ask that i think for a lot of people, they seek fanfics and works as a way to escape. they want to ignore real life for a multitude of reasons. and real life just isn't something a lot of people want to read. that's just the way fiction is. we want to immerse ourselves in these fantastical adventures or feel overwhelming emotion or have a slice of comfort.
i didn't want to include closure in this fic, because in real life, you don't always get that. and since this is a primarily an angsty fic, i thought it would best fit here. rather than reader going through angst at the end, they finally let go of their feelings causing eddie to endure angst. then they move on. they go have fun. they enjoy the company of their best friend, steve. they're ready to start the next chapter of their life, how ever they want.
so i will not be writing an epilogue for the Heartbreaker Series- for the time being. i'm certainly open to the idea, but i want to take a break from this series and return to it later with a fresh perspective and new ideas. but i'm not promising i will write one. i wrote this series over the course of a week, and i could tell that, esp in p.4, that it started to feel less emotional and i wasn't as invested in it as i was at first. should i want to come back to this series, i want to improve the ending within the epilogue. and for that, i need to move onto other ideas and focus on fostering my creative writing skills once more. i am not the type of person who can just work one type of work for a long period of time. i like to bounce around!
so i'm going to be focusing on other ideas and stories to help myself grow and feel more confident in my writing again! currently, i'm working on a summer carnival series where each of the ST characters on my roster and i am so excited! i think partially is because my town fair is coming soon, and i'm really looking forward to going again. and i'm currently open for requests, so if you or any other campers have an idea or story you want to send my way or even chat about, i would love to hear from y'all! :)
probably not the answer you were expecting, but i wanted to try and express how i feel about this series. i absolutely love it and i'm so glad it was my re-debut to writing. but something's not clicking with it anymore. so i need to take a step back.
hope you're doing well!
Counselor Mythos, out! <3
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peapodville · 2 months
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woo, early entry!
exploring anxiety, procrastination & the future
i've been struggling... a lot with my anxiety, to an extreme that i haven't been in for maybe almost 7 or 8 years now. it's crazy to think how long ago that is, but unfortunate that it's getting to this point. i feel myself being way more paranoid. looking over my shoulder, triple checking my doors are locked, jumping at every little shadow and sound... it isn't healthy.
i'd love to say i just don't get why it's happening and feign some sort of ignorance to it, but i'm well aware of the cause. i'm stressed. and that's an understatement too. i have had so much going on in my personal life and romantic life that it's starting to break me down bit by bit. a lot of it is on me for not communicating, but here's where the cycle comes in.
i get too scared to talk about my feelings
i don't ever talk about them
issues build up because no communication
anxiety & paranoia ensue
anxiety attack !
i've been telling myself more and more that whatever happens, happens. it's part of what is meant to come for me. this kind of approach was talked down to me in therapy once upon a time, but i find it incredibly calming. i think it's, like most things, how you take and use it. i don't use it as an excuse to just not speak my feelings, but for the opposite. i will say my feelings and i will allow myself to feel things, and if that causes problems in my life then perhaps (to a degree) those are the problems that need resolution.
of course there are instances where i am the actual problem, but that is neither here nor there for this. i want to go back to the mental space i was in where i knew i deserved to exist exactly as i am. i was much happier then, and i wish i could say i knew what changed that... but this is where i truly don't know. or maybe i do, but it's somewhere hidden deep inside because i'm not ready to accept it.
all of this anxiety and stress has made me procrastinate and lose the motivation for so, so many things. cleaning, laundry, self care... i throw it all away because i just can't bring myself to do them. i want to do self-care's version of fast fashion. i need relief and i need it now, even if that means it's temporary. anytime i fall back into these habits i remind myself of how a therapist i once visited told me that the quick fixes aren't the permanent ones. the things that will really help in the long run will be a struggle because they're building new and healthier habits.
my apartment has become a mess because of this - not such that it becomes a safety or health hazard, but enough to where it does nothing to help me. and that, i think, is the best place for me to start. to clean everything up, start new, start fresh to some degree. it's ironic that i say this because i'm putting off cleaning to make this entry. but as soon as i'm done, i will get up and clean because i deserve to live in a clutter free environment.
so now... the future. i need to make goals that are reasonable and obtainable for me. the first thing i want to focus on is getting into the habit of cleaning often. i also want to work on allowing myself to feel the way i feel and slowly coming to terms with speaking my feelings as needed. i don't really know what else to say now, so i guess this is it!
thanks for reading, if you did. take care.
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so-much-nonsense · 3 months
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the absolute enigma
what does it take? to be at peace. to get used to things. to not feel overwhelmed everytime you experience something mildly unusual. i am super tired of feeling, i wish i could stop. watching the vampire diaries now makes me so nostalgic and i wish i had a humanity switch to just fucking shut everything off. i know this lacks all kinds of context so ill get started on a few things. today i visited someone at the hospital. a specific someone who is the most important person in my life. its nothing serious but its the most serious thing. anyways, given that i have spent so much time in and around hospitals i couldnt help but assure myself that i am used to it and that its nothing new. well, turns out only one of those two things are correct. this is nothing new to me, i have been spending so much time at hospitals since i was 10. what and why can be ignore because the reasons vary vividly from very deadly surgeries to a simple token. the feeling of walking down the long and empty hallways that are dimly lit is the feeling i know like the back of my hand. looking at terminally ill humans and just walking away as my heart cripples is a yearning that comes to me as easily as blinking. BUT what i have realised today, is that no matter how many times i do this, i will never get used to this. everytime it is still a fresh, overwhelming experience. but what matters is that this person is fine and so am i. that is it. also i keep thinking about a lot of things, always, obviously. but recently ive been pondering upon how people keep changing a lot. like a lot of time i spend thinking about this is wasted daydreaming or sum shit. this is what haunts me. everything that happens inside my brain is never real enough for the world but to me its the closest to reality ive ever been. idk if i should listen to myself or literally everyone else. its also about how i never want to give up. like, tf?? will i ever be ready to give up? honestly, i dont think so. because i want this to change. i do want to give up on certain things, that is what will enable me to enjoy what i have right now. the yearning to grow and want and have more, the potential to be in possesion of the best, is simply disabling me from enjoying where i am at right now. i keep thinking about how i dont enjoy the things i have now and how i let all the experiences pass because i am hopeful that i will get to experience something better. i can tell that i am never completely present in any situation, i keep thinking i will have the best situations to be present in. heck, i shouldve already been there, i should be there now. but i am not. i am simply choosing to deny where i am right now because i am not where i want to be. it makes a lot of sense when put into words but i hate that for myself. i like to cherish every experience, low or high. but right now, all i can think is, i am commercially analysing this and im getting into all types of politics in my head. maybe the thoughts are isolating themselves to change my likes and dislikes because thats one way of grieving. i dont want this. i hate this. hence, i want to give up on my dreams. but can i ever? i really do not think soooo ughhhh. maybe thats because i keep thinking that my dreams are not really dreams, they are goals that can be achieved. and somewhere i know that if i try hard enough i will achieve them but i just dont know why im not putting in the effort. or just why i did not put the effort the first time. but fuck it. im gonna try again. what have i got to lose? where i am right now. i hate that possibility. ik its not the greatest place but there is something about this that just clicks with me. so, like i said, ill keep trying. lol. and... uh... yeah, thats pretty much it for now. REGARDLESS (the irony), what kanan said about existential crisis flows in my veins: give up your dreams, death is coming, lets party!!
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eabwriting2023 · 4 months
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The Dream - Day Twenty Seven
That is the dream. That is my dream. Each night I pray to the stars that glisten, please let this year be my year but somehow things never go my way.
It feels like a century ago since I knew what I wanted to do with my life and it needs to come sooner rather than later. I will make it! I keep telling myself, I will become an actor but not just anyone hiding in the curtains, I need to be a successful, famous actor revered for my talents. The entire world will know my name.
I pray to the moon and shooting stars every single night. They twinkle and glance back at me but there is no definite answer. I sleep soundly dreaming of my new life. Tonight is no exception.
Kneeling with my elbows at an angel, my hands in prayer touching the bed covers I stare into my window. Darkness looks back at me with the occasional sparkles in the distance, tonight like every night they are waiting.
“Oh please let me find my big break.” I mumble in the open. “After so many years let me just taste what fame and glory is really about.”
I jump to my feet, slipping off my fluffy slippers to crawl into the covers. I lie on the freshly washed sheets, crisp and white gazing at the ceiling above me just for a few moments. I turn to turn the lamp off where the room turns dark, I am surrounded by the night. My eyes feel heavy and relaxed, definitely time to put my eyeballs to rest.
I wake, but only in my mind. I am placed in a new environment somewhere I recognise as the city with its tall buildings with and glass fixtures. My brain cannot tell this is imaginary so I really believe this is where I really am.
I’ve been placed in the middle of a line crowded with girls similar to my age. Fresh faced, doe eyed and all beautiful. I must be at an audition. I feel myself shake as the que moves up every so often until I stand at the end of a door ready to be invited in.
A body guard of some kind leads me inside a brick building, inside everything is dark with corridors leading to different rooms. I’ve finally reached my destination. A large stage hall full of theatre seats and three judges staring at me. I find myself upon the stage in very basic clothing. I look up, take a deep breath and smile.
“Name.” One of the male judges says not looking up from a pile of papers upon a table.
“Mari-“ I start by saying.
The judge looks up in awe. Glasses that were dangling from his nose were pushed up as he stared in amazement.
“I’ve seen enough!” He beamed. “You don’t have to audition, you are going to be a star!”
Within moments, the other judges, a second man and woman rose from their chairs and clapped so loudly it felt as if an entire crowd of people were watching. They rush over to the stage and start to congratulate me whisking me away into a second corridor.
Just like life flashing through my eyes, I see my acting career blossom moving to become a film star. Just as quickly as I had auditioned, I was acting with the most talented actors of our time. One scene, becomes two, then three and four and before I know it I’m the lead actor in a Hollywood blockbuster flying off on a private jet to LA to act in bigger films.
I don’t have time to soak in my success as I’m whisked away from place to place. I surround myself with luxury. Everything I wear, touch and eat is exquisite feeling as though I am on top of the world…
The only thing however, I have no time to myself. I’m either working, chatting to television hosts on chat shows, signing autographs at premieres or finding myself at too many auditions. Just once, I wish to be alone, time to think, some time to myself… I sigh.
I am lost in this whirlwind of fame and glory. People adore me from miles around. I travel, I see my picture of magazines, on bags, dolls with my face plastered on. They think they truly know me, but at some point I ended up putting on a mask for myself, a shield from the rest of the world.
I need to lock myself away. Once in my hotel room, I relish going to sleep because these are the only times I get to be on my own. For a few moments before I wake I forget about the hysteria that has now become my life.
Midnight. A day of business and chaos. I lie snuggled in the millionth hotel room bed I have slept in just mindlessly watching the shopping channel on TV. I scroll through social media, tired of the comments and pictures circling around when I didn’t look 100 percent me. I close my eyes and exhale out typing my thoughts as they came to me.
“I have been trapped for too long. I hate the way I feel at the moment. I hate the way you all treat me as though I am not human anymore. I wished for something a long time ago but I want to be released from this hell. I curse you all for turning me like this.”
I hit send and instantly regret it. By the time I wanted to delete the message, replies came flooding in, replies of abuse, replies of entitlement…
One paragraph and people were turning against me. I feel funny inside, a relief inside however a sense of anger and depression sweeps over me. Perhaps I don’t know what I really want?
I seem to have slept with my phone glued to my hand, my body draped across the bed sheets. For those few seconds I was completely free from my problems, then I remembered what I had done…
My phone was buzzing full of phone calls from agents and magazines wanting to interview me. The television, which was on stand by switched back on with the news about my post during the night. I was everywhere, this time however this wasn’t good news, I had ruined my career. I start to cry, tears flooding my eyes. I hear knocking on my hotel door but I no longer want to answer, this is not a place I want to be anymore…
I scream at the top of my lungs, my body shaken as if locked in a fridge freezer. I jump practically out of skin realising I have risen up from my sheets, not hotel bedding though, my own bed cover, in my own room…
“Just a dream…” I say taking large breaths in and out. “Come to think of it, would this really be The Dream?”
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lastheavens · 4 months
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Home
Growing up the thought of leaving the home they grew up in is something that a lot of people look forward to, leaving means independence and the ability to forge your own path. Or it means getting away from the place that really isn't "home" to you. Sometimes you get so fixated on this idea of leaving that you really don't know how much you'll start to miss things. For me going far away for college was a fresh start, somewhere without my annoying little sister or nagging parents. I had the opportunities to try new things, make new friends. Now that I've been here for a few months though I'm so ready to go home. I wouldn't consider myself homesick but as my flight home rapidly approaches, I can't stop thinking about the little things back home. I miss the obvious things, my family, my pets, my nice big bed. Yet I also miss the simple things that most people would never think to miss.
First of all, I miss driving. God do I miss driving. I miss being able to just go wherever I want whenever I want. Sure I can do that at school but the furthest I can go is as far as the bus will take me or as far as I can walk. Back home I had places that I would go that I needed to drive to. Most of my places were malls. The mall by my sister's cheer gym that had absolutely nothing but it had an FYE which meant I could always find CDs for $5 if nothing else. The fancy mall with all the nice stores that you went to when you actually needed clothes. And finally the mall a few towns over from me that was pretty dead but had a newbury comics and a hot topic where everything was always on sale. I used to go to that hot topic so often I had memorized the line one cashier always said when ringing me up, "[deadname], like the American Girl Doll?" It made me cringe inside but it was an expectation every time I walked in those doors. In the same town as this mall was the target and the movie theater and my pediatricians office. The toy and hobby store my mom would take us to to see the giant model train track and buy brayer horses. In this town was my grandmother's house and towards the border of town was my brother's house and my favorite 50's style restaurant. It was my second hometown.
Second, I do miss my hometown. It's so cliche to say but I grew up in a small town where nearly everyone knew each other and it's so strange not to be there. I spent my whole life there. I watched that town grow and change, I hyperfixated on it's history when I was in the 4th grade. There was absolutely nothing in my hometown spare from a Big Y, a couple churches, and the library. I would go to Big Y so often during high school. They had the best paninis and sold delicious glass bottle soda. I made so much money returning bottles in the tiny little bottle room that you'd freeze to death in since the doors never closed. I am by no means religious despite my upbringing yet I miss my church. Maybe not how it is now since the priest I grew up knowing retired, but I miss how it was when I was growing up. Church picnics, volunteering, CCD and mass that I dreaded. Being so far away from home, I miss it. The former youth program director sends me cards at college and it makes me feel so appreciated that she's still reaching out to me halfway across the country. She's so incredibly sweet even if she did get on my nerves as a student of hers. I don't know if we'll go to Christmas mass due to the beef in our congregation but if we do I hope I get to see her. The last thing I miss back home is the library. It's small and cozy and it's where I grew up. I used to spend my summers reading and checking out movies. I was always one of the first people to complete their summer reading challenge. As I stopped having the time to read I stopped going and I miss it so much. I plan on going while I'm home for break and maybe picking up a few books to read during the week.
I just can't wait to go home. To go to all the places that I can't while I'm so far away, to see all the people who I haven't talked to in forever. I hate that in a technical sense, I'm not going home. I'm just visiting. It's just school break. I don't get to ever really go home again. At least not for the next several years. This year may be the last where I know for sure that I will be home for the summer. Growing up sucks but I know I need to. I just hope that I get to enjoy my time at home and learn to never take it for granted again.
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theartblockcentral · 7 months
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He's proposing in October to his girlfriend
He's proposing to his girlfriend in October.
Genuinely, I've had such big feelings for this man since I met him. I KNEW he had a girlfriend, I was incredibly delusional because he was everything I ever wanted in a guy, he's smart, caring, handsome as ever, and he was NEVER mine.
This is the thing, until yesterday, I was struggling to even commit to a job application. I am going into my final year at uni, and I have to get a job, and the opportunity has come up for me to be an assistant at a famous artist's studio. It'd be my big break- I finally did apply, but it took me almost a full week to send it in. I was so sure I could've been doing it to impress my parents that I was afraid to commit. I was afraid of even committing to my own big break in my career, and yet, I seemed to be so sure about my feelings about this guy I only knew for 6 months.
I know my life is starting to go somewhere: this isn't even the first engagement announcement today! A friend (ish) from year 7 has gotten engaged. How is everyone so sure about everything? I know I'm not meant to be looking for commitment right now. In fact, I don't even want to, but once it gets to this point where people are able to find joy and achieve what they want in life at the same time, it makes me wonder where my balance is. I wish to be single, become a great artist, or actress, or something of note, and settle in mayyyybe late twenties to thirties. I'm at the point in my life where I don't feel pressure to be in a relationship, and I feel validated by my own single life. The only problem is having moments that hit my core like this and remind me that people have their own stories and lives. I'm not going to stop them. The memories I've made for them are just memories, and I'm not a part of their present. I spent all this time on exchange making my feelings known, and it felt like a massive breath of fresh air, but now it's as though the things I want are just so far off from me that I can't picture them. I could picture him, I could see him, he seemed like an achievable something.
In the end, I guess it's like this: I need to commit to myself. Let things go and keep moving. I'm in a new place, I'm ready to work for myself, and I am the most important thing in my life. I deserve lovely people, and I need to learn that I can love people and not have to be in love with them.
Currently listening to Speak Now by Taylor Swift, whisper-screaming. I'm a whole different level of delusional! But it's okay, From my last relationship ending, I know now that, if I learn to put that level of emotional effort in for others into myself, the results are great.
Still a bit heartbroken though. Ha, ha, haaaaaaa.....
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