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accidentalshifter · 2 months

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Writing fanfiction is a gateway to shifting, I swear!

Before working on "Dawn Misplaced," my Originals/TVD fanfiction project, I didn't dream of characters breaking the fourth wall or know it was possible to interact with them within my sleep... And I certainly didn't think it was real that another version of me could exist in a fictional world much less this Universe! OK I did. But, I figured there were huge margins of separation between me & myselves. And I figured that it was "more logical" to assume that what I was really doing was ✨️ using my imagination to combat a deep sense of inner loneliness ✨️ with extra steps involved. The dream worlds I'm used to exploring seemed way easier to explain. They were metaphors for psychological forces or archetypes in my psyche. Not real. Not truly.

That idea has recently changed. It's real. It's all real. At least, it's very real to me. Antis get fucked.

When Netflix (*hiss*) removed The Originals from their selection, I lost interest in writing Dawn Misplaced, tried to move onto another endeavor, and put vampires out of my head. Tried. Apparently, my imagination had other plans. I started having weird, vivid dreams of being a character within The Originals-verse. Despite resisting these dreams, they ramped up, becoming much stronger, until they were leaking over into my waking life as intrusive daydreams. Sometimes, they lasted for just a second. Other times? It felt like hours had gone by even though it'd only been minutes in my CR. These daydreams felt like tugs on my brain from somewhere I couldn't explain.

Who is tugging on the other side is still very much unknown. Maybe it's my DR-self? Idk.

Half a year has passed doing my damnest to deny the pull. After all, I had my own dreams to play in!! And the (theoretical) Mikaelsons have plenty of shifters on their payroll... Why the hell would they want one more shifter???

Especially someone like me:

✅️ 35 years old

✅️ no money

✅️ no prospects

✅️ a burden to my family

✅️ frightened

No accounting for their taste but six months and countless intrusive daydreams later and I am FED UP with taking a passive stance on this. I've decided to treat this like any other dream world I explore and get to the bottom of these tugs! And possibly fist fight the one who's responsible for them. Before I do that though, I want to make a list of all the "mini shifts" or intrusive dreams that I've had since this ordeal started. Thinking back on them, I can see a disconnect between the dreams I'd have when I was asleep vs. daydreams I have when I'm awake. Tw: this list of scenarios are NOT for those uncomfortable with violence, blood, death, or manipulation. My version of the Mikaelsons don't play nice in my dreams.

Asleep dreams: Seem to play out as if I'm in the body of a character within The Originals and important to the plot somehow.

Awake dreams: Seem to play out as if I'm an invisible ghost of my CR self just watching things unfold around me while being unable to communicate or be seen by anyone.

List of TVD/Original-verse Minishifts (Part 1)

⚜️ Walking down the main staircase of the Mikaelson mansion (the one way out in the country) while hearing arguing voices. I see Hayley first. She's eating a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios nonchalantly. Rebekah is on her phone, swipping left on an app. When I get half-way down the staircase, Elijah and Klaus (the ones who are arguing) stop their bickering to drag me into it. Elijah turns to me, asking: "You agree with me, don't you?". Klaus makes a sarcastic face & asks "Surely you won't agree with my *morally tiresome* older brother?" At this point, I become lucid inside the body of this person I'm in. I pause for a second before responding, "Uh, maybe, I don't know??". Elijah looks at me weirdly at that reply. [Asleep]

⚜️ I wake up in a bed I don't recognize. It's a four-poster bed, carved out of polished dark cherry wood. The sheets smell clean & feel good to the touch. Morning light is pouring through a window. It's warm on my skin. I'm groggy as the body I'm in slides out of bed & stumbles over to the window to peer out of it. I can see an apple orchard and a driveway running straight through it. I notice how red the apples are, fixating on that for whatever reason. As soon as I do, I hear a sort of wind noise. Like an errant breeze just ran through the room. Elijah's voice drifts into my ear but I don't catch what he said. My body turns to face him, I feel my mouth moving. I'm saying something. I can't hear what I'm saying, tho. [Asleep]

⚜️ Kieran is kneeling at the foot of the altar inside St. Anne's. The heavy smoke of bitter incense clouds the air, wreathing around the priest as he mutters prayer after prayer. I'm not inside a body this time. I'm nowhere. It's like I'm viewing this scene remotely in a 3rd person perspective. The candles burning at the memorial altar in the alcove flicker, their flame suddenly growing huge. Whispers are heard all around. I hear Father Kieran reply to them, "Yes, I understand." [Asleep]

⚜️ "Now, Elijah, we've tried mercy and peace and leniency, but these witches are officially out of control-" I hear Klaus ranting before I gain my senses. I'm back inside whoever it is I'm possessing (?) standing in the kitchen of the Mikaelson mansion while Elijah & Klaus are arguing. Again. Rebekah makes a snarky comment about Klaus and how his tolerance policy usually involves a dagger, so she's on the side of the witches. Klaus snarls, pulling up the long sleeves of his shirt to display his arm. It's covered in a weird tattoo that seems to be growing, crawling towards his chest, & neck. It almost looks alive. "We have to think about this sensibly, Niklaus," Elijah says. And Klaus, in turn, snaps that's it's a little hard to think about anything but dead witches with this curse on his arm. I begin to speak. But, I wake up in my CR a second later. [Asleep]

⚜️ Again, I'm walking down the staircase. It seems like that's where I become lucid in my dreams the most. The mansion is silent, too silent. Maybe everyone is gone?? The minute that thought crosses *my mind*, I sense the air shift and feel the body I'm possessing get slammed hard into a wall. Even in the dream, it hurts. I look up to see the livid, pissed-off face of Niklaus Mikaelson. The tattoo on his arm has progressed. I can see it peeking out from behind the material of his V-neck shirt, nearest towards his collar bone. He tips my chin up with one finger while his other hand pins me to the wall of a secluded hallway I've never seen before. "You...haven't been honest," Niklaus says to me in a voice that's nearly a seductive purr. Well, it would be if it weren't so bloody fucking terrifying. "You've been keeping a secret from me and Elijah..." The body I'm possessing is going crazy with panic and adrenaline. I can feel my (?) heart pounding. It's distracting me from focusing fully on Klaus & his paranoid rant. He seems to realize this, tightening his grip on me. His voice is a threatening snarl when he speaks now. "You think you can just run off to your little world any time you want, don't you?! I don't think you understand-" And to be real honest, I don't, because I immediately woke up in my CR before I let Klaus finish his rant. [Asleep]

#desired reality #shifters #shifting #shifting blog #tvd shifting #tvd universe #shifting community #shiftblr #shifting realities #shifting stories #reality shifting #tvd dr #shifting to tvd #reality shifter #shifting diary #reality shift #mini shift #shifting to tvd is great until you have to deal with Niklaus

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smilingformoney · 26 days

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Help, I'm getting such a kick out of reading your fics but then I remembered that I'm in my 20's, I've no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my family and I'm frightened. And sadly, I have never been in a relationship.

Alan Rickman is a babe though. Good times! <3

I am uncomfortably close to 30 and I also have no money and no prospects so I make myself feel better by taking various aspects of my personality and turning them into oc/reader characters who Alan’s characters adore and who are also very cool and sexy in order to cope with the fact I do not feel cool or sexy irl 🙂

#we all just out here coping

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quotergirl19 · 1 year

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Bridgerton Characters & their matching Pride & Prejudice quotes:

Penelope: I've no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents and I'm frightened. So don't you judge me.

Penelope, Eloise & Edwina: I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading!

Simon (to Daphne), Anthony (to Kate): In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

Violet, Lady Danbury, Queen Charlotte & Portia: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Colin: There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

Violet: Do anything rather than marry without affection.

Colin (about falling in love with Penelope): I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

Penelope, Queen Charlotte, Portia, Violet, Kate, Daphne, (basically everyone except Mr. Finch): There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

Kate (about Anthony), Young Violet (about young Edmund), Penelope (about Colin): I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

Penelope, Queen Charlotte, Portia, Violet, Kate, Daphne, (basically everyone except Eloise): To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

Penelope, (basically the ton & anyone in London who buys Lady Whistledown): For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn?

Penelope, Violet, Daphne, Kate, Edwina: Do anything rather than marry without affection.

Violet (to all her children), Penelope (pleading with Marina & Eloise not to do things they plan on doing) Portia & Mary (with life in general): Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.

Penelope: I certainly have not the talent which some people possess, of conversing easily with those I have never seen before.

Colin (realizing he loves Penelope & only had a boyish infatuation for Marina): Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly. Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our aquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned. Till this moment I never knew myself.

Kate, Queen Charlotte, Daphne, Penelope, Lady Danbury, Eloise: Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?

Penelope (to Colin), Queen Charlotte (to anyone groveling successfully before her): It is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are they the result of previous study?

Colin (at Featherington ball about Penelope): She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.

Daphne (to Simon at dinner before their fake courtship): From the very beginning— from the first moment, I may almost say— of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others… I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.

Portia: Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.

Eloise: My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.

Kate: A girl likes to be crossed a little in love now and then.

Anthony: Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

Penelope & Eloise (fighting with each other): There is nothing so bad as parting with one’s friends.

Penelope: There are very few who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

#Bridgerton Characters and their matching Pride & Prejudice quotes #bridgerton #quotergirl random thoughts #penelope featherington #portia featherington #violet bridgerton #Anthony Bridgerton #Colin Bridgerton #Kate Bridgerton #Kate Sharma #edwina sharma #Eloise Bridgerton #lady danbury #queen charlotte #Daphne Bridgerton #simon basset #pride and prejudice quotes

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alduinlovesyou · 10 months

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Hiss.

I want to say that I'm looking for work, but I'm always looking for work, and I don't want a ton of pointless advice. Everyone has the solution to all my problems until I explain why it isn't a viable solution at all, then people get resentful for "being picky" or "just not wanting a solution".

I was born disabled/chronically ill, therefore:

I could not finish high school, therefore:

I could not attend any colleges, therefore:

I have not been able to find work for over 20 years.

I don't have a license, nor reliable transportation.

I have a stutter that makes phone work impossible. My family has all but given up because "I'm too lazy to try," and I used to be on disability (USA) but the accompanying health insurance didn't cover any of my care, which resulted in eventually being removed from disability for lack of medical records/proof. If I had remained on disability benefits, I still would have only received $400 a month to live on. I've applied at various fast food places, but the computer systems see a 20+ year employment gap and my application gets immediately tossed out of the system. And nowadays, no, you cannot speak to a human. "I am 36 years old, I have no money, no prospects, I'm already a burden to my parents. And I'm frightened," My options are to lie on applications, potentially getting caught and causing worse problems, or simply continuing with the soul crushing grind of 'content creating' as someone who isn't 135lbs, has DD boobs, and a perfect smile. And a budget to do thousand dollar photoshoots every week. "You'll get lucky eventually," is not a viable career option - and I've been trying to get canadian citizenship for years so I can have access to MAiD, or 'medical assistance in dying', which feels like my only hope if you consider my dignity and quality of life.

#sorry for disappearing #and for coming back to drop all this on y'all

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wheels-of-despair · 5 months

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What You Deserve | Leonard Bast x You | Series Masterlist

Once upon a time, a boy entered a bookshop...

Part Three: Rest Your Eyes Words: 2.1k Date: Friday, December 20, 1912

"I hope he loves it. Have a happy holiday, and do come again!"

Your smile fades as the man shopping for his nephew turns his back on you and heads for the door with a new storybook.

You hate this time of year.

Everyone is far too joyful. People spend money they don't have on things they don't need. And how many bloody wreaths does one city need? It's all too much, and there is no escape from it.

Jimmy, the occasional employee who once had a crush on you, is now terrified of you. He'd held up a sprig of mistletoe between you yesterday and boasted, "look what I found!" You'd smacked it out of his hand and left him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. You suppose you owe him an apology. He didn't know that you hate Christmas. He didn't know that the sight of mistletoe turns your stomach.

He didn't know about Leonard Bast.

No one did.

You'd tried to carry on as usual, but everything felt different after that day. Despite your efforts, people noticed. You suspect that your father had shared his theory that you'd been attacked to your sisters, who no longer teased you about your love of books or lack of romantic prospects. They mostly left you alone now. You'd pretended to be sick last Christmas so that you wouldn't have to see them. You wanted to wallow alone in your shame. Would it work again this year?

You left the counter to dust shelves while there was no one else in the shop. It was nearing the end of the day anyway. No one ever came in at the last minute except for him. And you hadn't seen him in a year.

The bell above the door chimes, and you cast your miserable thoughts aside and force a smile as you turn to greet your customer.

"Good eve--"

Your heart stopped.

He was thinner. His cheeks were hollowed, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes that almost looked like bruises. His jacket was baggier and more frayed than the last time you'd seen it. And it was also wet, thanks to today's drizzle.

You knew you should be angry with him. That you should tell him to get out. But all you wanted to do was wrap him in a blanket and take him upstairs to warm up by the fire. He looked so cold. So miserable.

"I know you don't want to see me. And I'm sorry I've come. But…" He licks his chapped lips before continuing quietly. "I've a favor to ask of you. I know I have no right to. And I'm sorry for that too."

You swallow and try not to cry. "How can I help you today, Mr. Bast?"

He pulls a little leather-bound book from inside his jacket. Once upon a time, you'd thought that giving him this book of poetry, full of notes and underlined passages, would be a romantic way to tell him how you felt about him. Now, the sight of it makes you feel ill.

"I'm… I'm going to a place where I ought not take this. I wondered if you'd keep it for me?"

You stop staring at the book and meet his eyes, which are are pleading and apologetic.

"I'm not trying to sell it back. I just need someone to hold onto it for a little while."

"Why?" you croak.

"I just…" He sighs and starts over. "I was told I ought not take anything valuable or sentimental with me."

"Where are you going, Mr. Bast?"

He hesitates. The clock chimes, and he jumps in surprise, hugging the book to his chest. He looks like a frightened animal. What has the world done to you, Leonard Bast?

"Will you take it?" he asks, holding out the book to you. It's more worn than the day you slipped it into his parcel. His hands shake. You shove aside all the pain you've felt over the past year and make a decision.

"Only if you join me for tea, and tell me what's going on."

"I can't… I should…"

"Mr. Bast."

"Yes?"

"You broke my heart."

He flinches at your words.

"You broke my heart, and then you ran away. And now you've just walked back into my life and asked a favor of me. I think I deserve to know why."

He hangs his head and shifts uncomfortably.

"Will you please join me for tea?" you ask, a little softer this time.

His big brown eyes, which seem even bigger with his face so thin, look very glassy as he nods.

You move to lock the door, and he backs away as if he's afraid to touch you. You move slowly and deliberately as you lead him to your living quarters upstairs.

"Please," you gesture to the chairs by the fire, and he sits in your favorite one uneasily while you put the kettle on. He waits silently while the water boils, fidgeting with the frayed cuff of his jacket. You gather an assortment of food, hoping that he'll eat something, and place a tray in front of him.

He doesn't speak until you're seated across from him, and the tea is steaming on the table between you.

"I'm out of work." He stares at the food, but doesn't take anything. "I was told that my insurance firm was going under, so I took a position at the bank. And then the bank released me. I begged off my sisters for a while, until their husbands found out. Jacky left me for someone who could take care of her. She was right to."

So much for 'for richer and for poorer', you thought bitterly. He looks up, as if he'd heard your thought.

"I've sold everything… except this." He grasps the book you'd given him like he's holding onto it for dear life. "I can't take it with me. Would you please look after it for me? I'll try to come back for it one day. I'll pay you for keeping it safe, if I can."

"Where are you going, Mr. Bast?" you ask again, fearing the answer.

"A workhouse," he admits quietly, speaking to the floor. Your heart drops.

"Surely there's something else you can do?" you ask fearfully. When people go into workhouses, they rarely come out. And if they do, they're not the same. Hasn't he read the same literature on the subject as you?

He shakes his head in defeat, and all the breath leaves your lungs.

A knock at the door temporarily halts your turmoil.

"Excuse me for a moment," you say softly. You gesture to the food on the table. "Please, help yourself."

You cross the room and crack the door to see Jimmy. You'd forgotten he was fixing a wheel on the cart in the storage room. "Everything alright?" he asks.

"Just having tea with an old friend," you tell him in a hushed tone.

"Cart's ready. Need me to stick around?" He's peering over your shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of your guest. You shift into his way.

"No, thank you. You can go home for the night. I'll do the sweeping-up later."

You close the door before he can protest and return to Leonard.

He's eaten a few bites of a pastry and fallen asleep. His head rests against the chair's plush backing like yours often does, when you stop reading to rest your eyes for a minute that turns into an hour. You don't have the heart to wake him. Moving quietly as a mouse, you pick up a blanket and drape it over his sleeping form.

You sit back down to think.

The poor man has nothing. No job, no home, no wife. He is not yet forgiven for leaving out that little detail, but you cannot allow him to enter a workhouse. Leonard Bast is a bright young man with a brilliant brain. He's not built for breaking rocks.

If you can't find somewhere who needs to hire help, you'll hire him yourself. Your father has been longing to get out to the countryside more and breathe the fresh air, perhaps this could be his chance. Yes, Leonard could help you run the shop while your father takes a well-deserved holiday. It was just the two of you living here now, anyhow; your mother was long gone, and both sisters were happily married and living in big boring houses of their own. You could fix up the storage room and let him sleep there. Or would that be too cold? You could sleep in your father's room while he's away and let Leonard take yours. You could cook for him, and watch his cheeks and body fill out as they rediscovered proper nutrients. He could stay here as long as he needed.

The man may have broken your heart, but you would not let the workhouse break the man.

You were at the stove making dinner when he woke. His pale face went red immediately.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll go, please forg--"

"Would you please fetch two bowls out of that cabinet?" you interrupt, gesturing vaguely in its direction without looking at him. He falls silent and obeys, bringing you the requested dishes.

You spoon hot stew into them as he stands there, confused.

"Take those to the table?" you smile. His brow furrows, but he does as you ask. You follow with a basket of bread and sit at the table. He squirms uncomfortably. "Please have a seat, Mr. Bast."

His eyes dart from you to the food and back again, like it's a trick. It reminds you of that first time you let him browse after the shop closed. You smile and wait for the battle going on inside his head to cease. Finally, he moves slowly toward the table, sitting lightly as if he's not sure he belongs there.

You close your eyes and say a prayer, thanking the Lord for your food, and your shelter, and for an old friend to share them with. When you open your eyes and meet Leonard's, they're brimming with tears.

He needs food more than you need answers, so you drop your eyes to your bowl and take a bite, hoping he'll do the same. He does. The meal passes in a comfortable silence.

He tries to leave again when dinner is done. "Thank you for dinner, although you ought not have been so accommodating after I overstayed my welcome. I should be going now, I've wasted too much of your time already."

"Mr. Bast, I'm not done with you yet."

"You're not?" he asks, taken aback.

"Would you sit with me a while?" You gesture to the chairs by the fire, where he'd slept the evening away. He agrees, and takes his seat.

You sit across from him and stare for a moment, wondering where to begin. The man is a walking tragedy, but you don't want to make him feel like one.

"Mr. Bast, you know that I care for you."

"I don't deserve it," he says quietly.

"You don't deserve the workhouse."

"I do," he whispers tearfully. "It was my own fault. I listened to advice I should not have listened to. I lost my job, I drove Jacky away because I couldn't provide, I drove my family away because I was a beggar and an embarrassment, and I hurt you because I lied. I deserve it."

"Why did you not tell me that you were married?" you ask.

"I wasn't," he admits. "Not really. We told a lie so that we might live together. She had no one else to care for her."

"Did you love her?"

He looks at the carpet and doesn't answer.

"Because I loved you," you confess, your voice cracking.

"I know." He sniffs and reaches for the annotated book of poetry you'd given him a year ago. He opens it to a bookmarked page, skims silently, and closes it. A tear streams down his cheek. "I read it every day. I never stopped thinking of you, even though I had no right to."

You want to dry his tears and hold him. Instead, you wrap your arms around yourself and try not to let your own tears fall.

"I'm sorry," he says, rising from his seat. He deposits the book on the table and steps toward the door.

You're in front of him before you realize you've left your chair. You stand defiantly between him and the door. His eyes are red, tears threatening to fall, lip quivering.

"Please don't leave me again," you beg. "Stay here, we'll find you work. We'll find you a place to stay. We'll figure things out."

"Why would you want to help me, after the way I've hurt you?" he asks pathetically.

"I never stopped thinking of you, either."

#writings of despair #leonard bast deserves the world #leonard bast #leonard bast x you #leonard bast x reader

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knightofmordred · 8 months

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I'm 27 years old. I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents and I'm frightened.

#yeah he is #merlin #bbc merlin

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spaceydragons · 2 months

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I'm 27 years old. I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my family. And I'm frightened.

#jay talks #happy birthday to meee

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veloursdor · 2 months

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i’m sorry to hear you’ve been sad and i hope you feel better soon! take all the time you need for your fics, you’ve put so much effort into the topwan fest fics and the bb you deserve a break haha. ever so proud of you for reaching 27 🩷🩵💛

thank you nonie, this really means a lot 🩷

hjdfghjdhs you and my dad both are proud of that so i'll do my best to reach many more 😉

but what's great about this age is i can finally quote the pride and prejudice scene and be 1000% accurate on it

"I'm 27 years old. I've no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents. And I'm frightened."

thanks for the ask nonie, i hope you have a great day 💕

#nonie asks #my dad hates my jokes of joining the 27 club #but does that mean i'll stop making them?#never #well at least until i reach 28

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mannatea · 10 months

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The World Could Be Beautiful, a Tales of Symphonia ‘fic (Chapter 4)

Word Count: 20,645 Summary: After a chance encounter in Izoold, Raine and Regal both get a lot more than they bargained for. (A one-night stand 'fic with consequences.) Chapter Summary: Raine and Regal agree on what must be done. Pairing/Characters: Regal/Raine, mention of assorted OCs as the story requires. Other characters set to appear are Genis, George, Lloyd, Colette. Warnings: Blanket warnings for the entire fic: pregnancy (and all that comes with it), discussion/mention of abortion, power imbalance, fantasy racism. Rating: Explicit. (No sex in this chapter.) Genre: Romance/angst/bumbling through an awkward and frankly frightening situation.

The title is the link to Ao3 for Chapter 4!

Notes under a cut. (Read after the chapter.)

For once I don't really have any substantial notes for a chapter! HURRAH!

I mostly just want to say that I think anyone reading this fully expected this outcome. It's literally the only decent option, circumstances considered. In normal circumstances I feel like Raine would shy away from a marriage of convenience because it might make her feel trapped, but she has her health and a baby to think about, not to mention the prospect of another 15-20 years raising a child.

She's never had a stable life and at this point the thought of another rocky 20 years sounds like hell. She believes Regal is capable of loving this child and there's probably something appealing about financial stability on top of having a partnership/having another involved parent? Like, she'd do okay even if all he offered her was money, but there's something really nice about not feeling or being alone in this.

Birthdays are just what I'm using for the sequel to Break Open the Sky so I'm reusing them here. (:

#regal bryant #raine sage #regal x raine #tales of symphonia #mannafics

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daughtersofbelleteyn · 10 months

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"I'm 27 years old. I have no money and no prospect. I'm already a burden to my parents. And I'm frightened."

Same, Charlotte. Same.

#5 more months and I'll be exactly like Charlotte lmao #the only reason to be happy to turn 27 #the 'and I'm frightened' hits so close.#pride and prejudice

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lou-struck · 2 years

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Festivals and Flamingos

Shoyo Hinata x reader

Summer Festival Date

~A little detour leads to some festive fun for you and your boyfriend before his away game.

This little drabble is a part of my “I Want to Getaway Event” Check it out if you want to!

Being a professional volleyball team, the MSBY Black Jackals ends up going on many away trips. The players usually get a room to themselves which means significant others like you are able to come along and help their partners with their pre-game rituals. At the prospect of an impromptu getaway, the two of you decided to head over early so you can get settled in a couple of days before the game.

It’s all too easy for Shoyo Hinata to get stir crazy when sitting in a hotel room, any attempts of getting him to kick his feet up and relax are futile. Shoyo has too much restless energy and he can't help but want to look around the city you are visiting for his away game, especially since the lady at the front desk told the pare of you about a summer festival that is happening just down the street of the hotel.

After much begging, pleading, and kissing you relent to Ginger’s request and allow him to pull out from the comfort of your luxury hotel room and into the lantern-covered streets where there are vendors as far as the eye can see.

"Isn't this cool." your boyfriend says bounding throw the crowd with his usual energetic attitude.

“Yes, Sho.” you say trying to catch up with him so he doesn't accidentally pull your arm out of its socket. “What should we do first?”

“Everything!” he says cheekily leaning forward on the balls of his feet. His brow eyes scan the colorful tents where the vendors are.

His enthusiasm makes you giggle as you allow yourself to be led around to everything that catches Shoyo's eye. Walking past little shops, game tents, and food stalls you wonder what the redhead is going to pick for the two of you.

A delicious aroma floats under your nose as you approach a line of food stalls selling everything from Takoyaki to Cotton candy. “Something smells good,” he says in a daze a bit of drool appearing in the corner of his mouth.

You nod and look around, but the two of you find yourselves unable to pick just one stall to go to. You end up with your arms full of snacks. Shoyo calls is a victory but you and your wallet only think of it as a delicious defeat.

“This is so good,” Hinata says in between bites of his Yakitori.

“It was,” you say with a giggle gently tearing off a piece of the cotton candy and popping it in your mouth as it dissolves on your tongue. “But we got so much food.”

“I’ll still eat it,” he says comfortingly “We can box it up and bring it back to the hotel with us.”

"I'm glad," you say passing a big blue tent. Suddenly a large flash of pink catches your eye. Stopping in your tracks you stare at a large stuffed pink flamingo hanging from the prize rack of a target game.

Seeing the way you look at the prize, Shoyo know his duties as a partner require him to do whatever it takes to take the Flamingo home. “Don’t worry y/n I will stop at nothing to win that prize with you.”

Before you have any room to object your boyfriend hands his money to the operator and stares at the targets with scary determination as the timer counts down to start.

He starts off shakily as he tries his best to understand the mechanics of the game, his aim is all over the place but his natural athleticism makes up for it as he manages to hit target after target with a frightening pace. By the time the clock strikes zero the whole booth is littered with pellets but all the targets have been hit.

The awestruck worker quietly pulls the prize from the hook and hands it to him as he looks around at the mess he has to clean up. He presents it to you with a big smile as you head off. “

"I can't believe you just did that, you giggle as he reenacts his unorthodox marksmanship abilities with a series of finger guns.

“It was so much fun,” he exclaims “At first, I was all like whoosh, but then the targets went like ping so I had to go Kapow.” he is so enthusiastic you can't help but nod in agreement even though you have no idea what exactly Woosch, ping, and kapow mean outside of Shoyo’s vocabulary.

But none of that matters as soon as the first firework streaks through the sky sprinkling the night’s sky with sparks. The smile on your boyfriend's face is worth more than any prize.

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my love for you is infinite - part8

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 574

warnings: the filler episode, if you will...

you can also read it on ao3.

part7 - part9 - masterlist

Santiago walks through the other siblings who are gathered at the door but stops when he reaches Francisco sitting on the stairs. His face is white. There's a letter in his hand. Mrs. Bennet charges out and speaks to anyone who will listen.

“What's wrong, Francisco?”

***

Bingley, Caroline and Darcy sit grimly in a carriage as it drives away from Netherfield. Darcy looks severe and stern, Caroline can't help a little smirk on her face. Bingley looks back longingly.

***

Santiago is packing a case for Francisco while Francisco sits on the bed.

“I don't understand. What would take him from Netherfield? Why would he not know when he was to return?

“Read it. I don't mind.”

Francisco passes Santiago the letter.

"Miss Darcy is impatient to see her sister and we are scarcely less eager to meet her again. I really do not think Georgiana Darcy has her equal for beauty, elegance and accomplishments, so much so I must hope to hereafter call her my sister."

“Is that not clear enough?”

“Caroline sees that her brother is in love with you and has taken him off to persuade him otherwise.”

“But I know her to be incapable of wilfully deceiving anyone. It is far more likely that he does not love me and never has.”

Santiago slams shut the lid of the case with rather more force than is necessary.

“He loves you, Francisco. Do not give up. Go to our aunt and uncle are in London. Let it be known you are there and I am sure he will come to you.

***

Francisco is in a carriage. Mrs Bennet kisses him goodbye through the window as all the Bennet's look on.

***

Santiago is making the bed and tidying Francisco's belongings. There is a knock at the door and Charlotte enters.

“My dear Santiago, I've come here to tell you the news. Mr. Collins and I are engaged.”

Santiago stands up very suddenly.

“Engaged?”

“Yes.”

“To be married?”

“Yes of course, Santiago, what other kind of engaged is there?”

Santiago just stares at her. Charlotte, who is in a state, makes an impatient gesture towards her.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Santiago, don't look at me like that. There's no earthly reason why I shouldn't be as happy with him as any other.”

“But he's ridiculous.”

“Oh hush. Not all of us can afford to be romantic. I've been offered a comfortable home and protection, there's a lot to be thankful for.”

“Charlotte-”

“I’m twenty-seven years old. I'm plain and I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents and I'm frightened. So don't judge me, Santiago, don't you dare judge me.”

In something of passion, Charlotte leaves the room.

***

The militia are leaving Meryton. Hundreds of soldiers and officers in the red coats marching out of the village to the sound of' pipes and drums. The villagers are out to bid them farewell. Ben and William run through the crowds very distraught. They find Santiago coming in the other direction.

“They’re leaving for Brighton. I want to die.”

“All of them?”

“They got the call this morning.”

“Not a word of warning!”

Ben wails. Santiago searches the red coats for Wickham. He spots him, he glances across at them and he's gone. Ben and William chase the last of the officers, the crowds disappear and Santiago is left alone, holding the letter Charlotte send.

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