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avalordream · 3 days

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Prompt: Imagine you get isekaied in Our Life. Only thing is that you wake up as a child and remember everything. You can only save at this point but you can still access the save and load menu and see your previous runs.

Meanwhile your precious neighbor is slowly becoming self aware, getting deja vu with every passing second- as if this has all happened before...

A/N: A few days after I posted this- a few other thoughts came to mind- SO HERE IS MY ATTEMPT AT VOCALIZING THEM

You’re keenly aware of how small and tiny you are the moment you wake up.

For the first few days, you started to acclimate to…the family home.

It wasn’t YOUR family though. It never was. It was MC’s. Not your’s.

You could project all you wanted onto MC but it was never your family or your life to experience. It was theirs.

Even so, you quickly found yourself missing the life you were used to. More specifically:

The cuisine.

It was hard not to draw suspicion to the fact that you were craving different food genres aside from Mom’s Pamela’s mac and cheese and cheeseburgers.

Ma’s Noelani’s Hawaiian food helped quite a bit to hold you over as you started to ponder over how to approach it.

Kind of hard to bring it up to your MC’s parents that you wanted Asian/Middle eastern/Indian/Pakistani/Mexican/etc food when there was none of that for miles around

For the time being, you had to quietly hint and nudge their thoughts into that direction but not enough to make them suspicious. Noelani obviously had her suspicions about Cove getting into the house from Step 2-3 but never brought it up once. From what you could tell, she was scary observant

Another issue was how clumsy your new body was.

Your mind might be able to remember how to do everyday tasks like writing and such but this tiny body didn’t have the muscle memory to match it

Much to Liz’s dismay, you spent quite a bit of your time forcing your hands and legs to train to do things your adult body could do in a snap

Time wise- technology was a huge sucker punch. It made you feel bad for taking your own devices for granted.

That being said, self learning everything was going to be hard without a phone or computer on hand, especially knowing that you’d have to go through the cursed education system all over again- but most likely much harder

There had to be a reason older folk complained about it, right?...

Your MC’s birthday was the same as your own, just that the birth year is 1997. That being said, the current year was 2006… Funny. You were only two in 2006…

…

Back to self learning, you tried to practice what you considered basic math long after everyone had fallen asleep

Usually, your day was filled with entertaining Shiloh and Liz, playing in the park or going along with whatever Liz said. Judging by the giant for sale sign across the street and the date, you figured out that you got isekaied roughly at least a month or two before Cove and Mr. Holden would move in.

Who knew how that would go now that you weren’t subjected to just three choices?

Even after playing around, your body was exhausted and your baby mind was just as pooped out.

The first few days you would wake up early as children do and tried doing your math and remembering as much as you could at that time

Yeah, Liz nearly gave you a heart attack after she barged in and you had to play it off as you scribbling absolute nonsense cause you were bored

After that near collision, you changed your prep time to being at night. Sure, you woke up to Liz shaking you and not getting enough sleep in the morning, but you needed to refresh your memory the best you could

You couldn’t do it every night though and did your best to keep some sort of schedule so you wouldn’t forget - and worry your MC’s moms

They noticed the first few times of how sleepy you’d be when you’d wake up later than usual - granted if Liz didn’t wake you up - and a few nights after, you nearly got caught right in the middle of your review.

Pam was more sneaky than Noelani, so you should’ve seen this coming- but even so, you had everything spread out on your rug when you just barely heard her footsteps come to your MC’s door

You had enough time to shove everything underneath your bed - your room was messy enough but better safe than sorry - and quickly dive under the covers before you heard your door open with the softest of clicks

She was around for a good while before you heard the door close again but you didn’t relax until you were sure her footsteps went back to the master bedroom

After that, you were much more careful about how long you spent studying and when. You haven’t been caught since.

Occasionally, you’d have to sneak in your MC’s parent’s room to grab any books that you needed. Good thing Noelani was a book nerd.

You did have to be careful about your self learning- you didn’t want them getting any suspicions that their kid was suddenly…different out of nowhere.

You had no idea what MC was like as a kid before the events of Our Life so you tried your best to piece together what you could

Speaking of, there were a bunch of things you quickly realized about Our Life, one of which is that game didn’t go over nearly everything that MC went through, let alone before Cove came or others that it only touched on briefly

For example, the tourists that came and went every year happened to be close friends of Pamela’s from her time in university, hence why they were so friendly to you and Liz in particular.

It was also why they knew how to… handle your ever changing moods. At least-

That’s what it looked like to them.

To you- it was because you had to battle MC’s initial responses to these scenarios.

Go figure, this body still had its fair share of emotions inside of it, leaving you to figure out if this sharp pang of fear or worry was your own or not.

It left you second guessing everything you did, especially when you’d be up at night, studying and practicing your writing

It seriously irked you, knowing your writing was sloppy even though you knew this body couldn’t help it. It didn’t make seeing your scrappy writing less frustrating though

Despite how much you tried to hide how YOU felt, not MC, Noelani still picked up on the small shifts in your behavior.

One of these being the irritation you harbored for your writing.

Speaking of emotions, you found your body easily overwhelmed by any stronger ones- your own irritation making you cry- an alien feeling and one that took even you by surprise.

Worse part? The first time happened was in front of Noelani when she tried to help you practice your penmanship

Naturally, she tried to comfort you MC by trying to console you, saying it’d be better with practice and wiping away your tears but no matter how YOU tried, the tears wouldn’t stop flowing

It wasn’t until much later that you realized that MC’s tiny self had their own limits and by pushing those adult feelings and expectations that YOU had onto it sent it into a messy overdrive.

After that, you had learned to slow down- the world wasn’t ending…even if it felt like it.

…

The nail in the coffin for you that made YOU cry. Not MC’s body: Your dreams started to resemble parts of your life.

You’d dream that you were back at your desk job or filling out mundane paperwork but no matter how boring it’d be, it was YOUR life.

The one YOU were used to and familiar with

You’d always feel so relieved to be back where you were supposed to, whether you were happy with that life or not

It was that feeling of having all your choices in your hand and being in control of where you wanted to go, if that made sense.

Nobody made those choices for you except well…you.

Only to have that feeling of familiarity ripped away once you registered Liz waking you up to play while “Ma and Mom snooze the day away!”

…

You just want to go home…

To YOUR home…

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starryevermore · 2 days

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the house of snow (20) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his.

chapter summary: the ton learns of how its king adores the queen.

word count: 1,992

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: implied smut, fluff, pet name (petal), not proofread

When you first learned of Coryo’s intent to marry you, you had expected a life as Queen would be spent focusing on building a robust social life—planning and attending balls, organizing dinners, entertaining the rest of the ton, overseeing the social season. In your downtime, you would read in the library or stroll the gardens. Forever stuck in a loveless, unsatisfying marriage. Coryo, however, defied your expectations at every turn. Not only was his love true, but he wanted you to rule by his side. He didn’t wish for you to be a mere figurehead—he wanted you to be Queen in every sense of the word.

You quite liked it, if you were honest. You liked sitting at the desk with him, flitting through papers, sorting out the important needs of Panem. You liked being able to tell him your thoughts and know that they were being heard. You had heard too many horrible stories of men belittling their wives, thinking themselves better when they received the very same education. There men in this Capitol that got off on treating their wives as second-class citizens. You were forever grateful that your Coryo was not one such man.

And, of course, you and Coryo got up to plenty of revelry in that very office.

Coryo pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he helped you back into your dress. Though it would be easier to merely push up your skirts and settle between your legs, Coryo insisted on seeing all of you. You were his beautiful wife, he’d say, and he would never deprive himself of admiring such grand beauty.

“We need to add social engagements to our calendar,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair. He nipped at your neck.

“I prefer monopolizing your time. Those people do not deserve you in all your brilliance.”

“We rule those people, and we should try to remain in their good graces,” you countered. Coryo conceded by placing a kiss against the same spot he bit. “Just a few balls, perhaps a luncheon or two with the Electors and their families.”

“Very well. Let me know which ones you have a preference toward, and I shall make the arrangements.”

It was ordinarily the woman’s work to deal with social engagements. A smile tugged at your lips. For Coryo to so easily take on the task, without you even indicating for him to do so, warmed your heart. How did you ever get so lucky? How did you ever think poorly of him? “My mother is throwing a ball this week. I suppose we should attend, at least to keep up appearances with my family,” you said with a roll of the eyes. “The ton would not take kindly to a woman who forsakes her family for the Crown. They would spread rumors that I am a power-hungry wench, intent on making you my little puppet.”

Coryo barked out a laugh. “If only they knew how much power you hold.”

“Oh yes, I do quite well at tugging at your strings.”

“You may tug on them for however long you like.”

Though your dress had just been pulled back on, it soon found itself pooled on the floor moments later.

Thought it had been your suggestion, you dreaded the idea of returning to your family’s home—if you could call it that anymore. After having been away from them for the last month, you came to realize you were scarcely more than a pawn to them. If your father wanted you to be well-cared for, he could have allowed Coryo to court you when he came into money again. The Snow family was not a family known to squander their wealth. Had it not been for the war, they still would have been living off of their fortune for generations to come. And your mother…The way she pushed you to act like someone you were not in hopes that it further along Coryo’s proposal…It just made you sick. You once thought that they cared for you, in their own strange ways, but now you weren’t for certain.

Coryo watched as your lady’s maid pinned back your hair in preparation for your mother’s ball. You were tempted to tell her to stop, that you would no longer be attending, but you also wished to show them, show the entire ton, that you had their King wrapped around your finger. For every thing that they chastised you for, Coryo loved. Nay, he adored. You were certain there was very little you could do that would be wrong in his eyes.

“You are exquisite,” he said, coming to your side as your lady’s maid stepped away from her elaborate creation. He leaned down, pressed a kiss at the junction where your shoulder met your neck. “The ton will have never seen a more beautiful Queen.”

“You shouldn’t let me stray far from your side then,” you teased as you rose from your seat. You turned so you faced your husband and looped your arms around his shoulders. “The ton can so easily devolve into animals when they see something shiny and new.”

“Oh, trust, my petal, I do not intend for you to ever leave my side.” Coryo kissed your forehead. “I already nearly lost you once when I was least expecting it. I won’t allow it to happen again.”

Your heart clenched. It had been so long since Sejanus was mentioned. You nearly forgot about him entirely. For him to have been so close to both you and Coryo, it didn’t feel so strange for him to not be around anymore. What would have happened if he didn’t come to convince you to run away with him? Would you all still be close? Or would he have still tried?

You hoped Sejanus fared well with the Peacekeepers. Despite what he attempted, the friend he was willing to hurt, Sejanus was a kind and gentle man. Coryo had told you little about his time in service with the Peacekeepers, but you knew enough to be certain that Sejanus would emerge a changed man. You only wished that he was still kind.

“And you should not worry about such a thing,” you said. “I am yours just as you are mine.”

Coryo hummed, and pulled you in for another kiss. You let him, letting your worries melt away.

The worries did not stay away for long, unfortunately. As your carriage rolled up to your parent’s home, your heart thump’d, thump’d, thump’d in your chest. You hated having to let go of Coryo when the carriage came to a stop. At least it didn’t last long, for Coryo soon was helping you out and your hands were reconnected.

Like when you arrived at the palace, Coryo let you take the lead. But, unlike at the palace, those who bore witness to this soon began to whisper. You expected as much. The tradition of the no one walking ahead of the King was one long upheld. No one ever dreamed of stepping into his path. You swallowed, lifted your head high and squared your shoulders. This was going to be a long, arduous night, but you were not going to let the gossip of the ton ruin your evening.

Your mother’s eyes were on you the second you stepped foot in the ballroom. You took a breath and turned away from her gaze. Coryo stepped beside you and took your hand. “Come,” he said, “let’s take a turn about the room.”

You nodded.

Her eyes never left you, though. You moved your hand to hold onto Coryo’s arm, hoping for him to steady you. He looked at you curiously, but said nothing. At least you were distracted by the ton as they flitted around you and your husband. They were so eager for the approval of the King and Queen. It was almost laughable.

Finally, though, you couldn’t take it anymore as your father joined your mother’s side.

“We should go say something,” you whispered to Coryo as another young lady sunk into a low curtsy in front of you. “Appearances and all that.”

“Are you certain? I believe we will be quite fine if we continue to ignore them.”

You stifled a laugh. “Perhaps. Think of it this way, though—if we speak to them now, we can ignore them the rest of the ball.”

“Very well. Lead the way, petal.”

Your heart thump’d harder as you crossed the room to your parents. You didn’t have the first clue what you were going to say to them. What they would say to you. They had enough tact, you were sure, to not incite an outright fight with the King and Queen. But they had enough audacity to insult their daughter. They did it as easily as breathing.

“Mama, Papa,” you greeted when you reached them. Neither dropped into a bow or curtsy. Your lip curled at the disrespect. It did not matter that you were their daughter—there was still social etiquette to be followed. “The ball has been lovely so far.”

If they were going to stoop so low, you would not meet them at their level.

“It could be lovelier if there wasn’t so much…whispering among the ton,” your mother said.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as Coryo’s hands clenched and unclenched. You gave his arm a squeeze, but that did not stop him from saying, “The ton is full of idle gossip. It always has been.”

The warning in his tone did not stop your mother from continuing it, “Still, it is improper for a wife to lead the King.”

You ground your teeth together. Is that all you were to her now? A wife to the King? Oh, if only she knew the true influence you had. If only she knew how highly your Coryo regarded you. She may be trapped in a loveless marriage—and you would forever pity her for that—but that did not mean she could dismiss your marriage so easily.

“Queen,” Coryo corrected. “Lesser kings have killed for lesser slights against their queens. I would tread carefully if I were you.”

Your father looked between your mother and Coryo. In an attempt to diffuse the situation, he tried, “What my wife means to say is, we would hate for the Crown to be ruined by such silly gossip.”

“The Crown could not be ruined by such things,” Coryo dismissed with a wave of his hand. “What would damage the sanctity of the Crown is to allow such disrespect to go by unchecked.”

“Of course,” your father said. “We did not mean to—”

“I am tired of this conversation,” you announced. You turned into Coryo and smiled up at him. “Would you like to dance?”

Your mother guffawed. “Women do not ask—”

“Whatever you wish, my Queen,” Coryo said. He kissed you softly, snorting a laugh as your mother continued to blubber in the background. “I would dance with you forever if you should ask for it.”

Coryo led you out to the middle of the dance floor, ignoring your mother’s antics and prying eyes of the ton. He took one hand in his, letting the other settle on your waist. Your free hand came to rest on his shoulder and the band began to play. As he twirled you around the room, everyone seemed to melt away.

Good. The ton could spread rumors and stories all they like. Your parents could look down on you if they so pleased. But none of that would change the fact that your Coryo looked at you like you were the most brilliant diamond ever mined. None of that would change the fact that, in a society where loveless marriages were commonplace, you found the very thing you dreamed of since you were a girl.

“I love you, my King,” you said.

“And I you, my Queen.”

#the house of snow: a royal coryo au #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x female reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x y/n #coriolanus snow fanfic #coriolanus snow fan fic #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow fan fiction #coriolanus snow fic #starrywrites #starryevermore

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aquagirl1978 · 3 days

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Meet my OC: Ava (IkeVil)

Name: Ava Paired with: William Rex Relationship: romantic Age: 24 Hair Color: black Eye Color: sapphire blue Birth Sign: Aquarius

Early Life

Ava grew up in a small, but close family. She was the only child, her mother managed the house, while her father worked as a solicitor at a prominent firm. Life was comfortable for Ava, her parents doted on her and provided her with all she needed. Despite being an only child, she had a good number of friends in school and thrived while learning.

As she advanced in her education, Ava grew bored with her subjects. But she never once complained or sought other enrichment - this was simply the way of life for her, so she went along with everything with a smile on her face. She learned by example, as her mother displayed the same behavior at home. One could call the two of them people pleasers.

When Ava was a young teen, her mother passed away from a sudden illness. Ava took over the role of her mother, taking care of the house and making sure her father was happy at home. She cooked his favorite meals which they shared only when he returned home after work. Occasionally, her father would take her out to the city for dinner or a show - always his choice of where to go. Again, life was comfortable for Ava, if perhaps a bit rigid.

Following in the footsteps of the other girls her age in her neighborhood, Ava met a boy and they soon began dating. He was nice enough, she supposed. Her father approved of him, and he was set to take over the family business. Ava's entire future was mapped out for her - what could go wrong?

It happened while they were on a date. Everything was going fine until it wasn't. He took her hand in his and told her he met someone else and had to end things with her. Ava couldn't understand why this was happening to her, she did everything she was supposed to.

Before she could sink into darkness, Ava went to her father and begged him to let her work in his office. Typing contracts, greeting clients, cleaning the office - she was willing to do anything to get her out of the house. While it was unorthodox for a woman of her class to ask to work, she knew if she stayed home, she would simply dwell on the fact that she was not good enough and it would eat her alive. If she had this job, even if performing the most menial of tasks, she could do something to help ease her father's workload. And that was better than doing nothing.

Her father said no at first, but after much insistence, he gave in. Just a few hours a week, he made her promise. The tasks were simple, but seeing how proud her father was whenever she completed one filled her with a sense of purpose. She lost her boyfriend, but she had this.

Growing up with a father who was a solicitor, Ava had a strong sense of what was right and what was wrong. Oftentimes at work, her father would talk to her about some of the high-profile cases that made the newspapers. Justice always prevails, he would tell her. And to Ava, her father was on the side of justice.

One night, her father asked her for a favor - a client was unable to come pick up some documents, could Ava hand deliver them? This was out of the scope of duties she normally performed, but these documents needed to be executed immediately. If it wasn't so urgent, he wouldn't be asking her. She took the envelope from him, happy to assist.

He scribbled down the address and said good-bye, knowing it would likely be the last time he saw his daughter.

Meeting Crown

I could be nice and tell you now how everyone met (hint, it's very similar to what happens in game, but with some changes). But as I started typing it, it started turning into something longer than this should be. So I'll save all that for a later fic.

On that note, I do welcome any and all asks about her, about her relationship with William and anyone else in Crown. I will be reblogging OC ask games moving forward - always feel free to ask about her. I also have an OC for IkePri, you may also always ask about her as well.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #william rex #ikevil william #ikevil oc #my oc #william x ava

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milliesfishes · 10 hours

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billy with a wife who loves flowers

fem reader x billy the kid

You had always adored flowers.

Growing up, your mother had enlisted you and your sister to help her in the garden, even though your family was of significant wealth and could have hired help. You hadn’t loved it at first, your sister even less, but you loved your mama, so you reluctantly joined her every day.

Kneeling in the dirt, she taught you everything she knew- how to nurse plants to grow, proper care, the names of flowers- even some of their Latin names (your mother’s primary education had been very expensive).

Slowly you grew to love it as she did. When she got sick, you took over, coaxing the flowers to bloom so she could see them from her window where she was bedridden. After her death, it was solely your responsibility, your sister having moved away to marry long ago.

Billy met and fell in love with you shortly after. He’d understood the sentiment you had around flowers, his own mother having passed away awhile ago. So he surrounded you with them.

He brought you flowers once a week, gathering them from a nearby meadow, presenting them to you in a messy bouquet sheepishly. You’d smile in delight every time, throwing your arms around him and kissing his cheek.

After you were wed, you’d moved into a secluded little cottage, with plenty of growing space. Immediately you’d jumped into action, eagerly planting and watering everything.

He helped you diligently, following your lead and obeying your every command. You adored the sight of him helping you tend to your flowers, and he adored you.

Sometimes when you’d look up at him, his sleeves would be rolled up, and he’d be mopping his brow, his forehead shining with sweat. You’d promptly abandon whatever you were doing and go to him, dirt under your nails, catching him in a kiss.

“Mmph,” he muttered, grinning in surprise. “Everythin’ okay, honey?”

You nodded, tracing your finger on his face and then stopping. “Oh! Sorry, I got dirt on you.”

Billy smiled, shaking his head. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, darlin’.” Then he kissed you again, longer, slower, sweeter, pulling you closer by the waist.

The two of you would go on walks every evening through the forest, and he’d hold your hand, listening to you point out flowers and tell him their names.

“Oh the forget-me-nots are in bloom early this year, how lovely!” you exclaimed one day, kneeling to touch the petal reverently. “So pretty.”

“Pretty,” he agreed, looking at you, a tender smile on his face. “You’ve got such an eye baby.”

You stood up and took his hand again, squeezing it and bringing your other hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He smiled. “Baby.”

“Hmm?” you hummed prettily.

“Love you.” He kissed you again, his lips warm against your mouth. “Prettiest girl knows the prettiest things. You’re so smart, baby.”

You blushed, looking down. “You’re sweet.”

He smiled in an teasingly exasperated way. “You amaze me.”

Sometimes he’d be in town, and he’d see a particularly pretty bouquet that he just had to get you, even though you preferred to grow your own. You’d react so sweetly every time, smothering him in kisses and setting them in the place of honor- at the kitchen table, where the sun would hit them just right.

“Thought of ya when I saw ‘em,” he grinned, watching you arrange them in the vase. “Think you’re prettier though.”

“You’re too good to me,” you smiled brightly, kissing his nose. Of course he countered the statement, showing you exactly what you deserved later, when you were bare between his arms.

Often you would embroider little flowers on your dresses, adding a pretty touch to them. You’d sit with a dress on your lap in front of the fireplace, humming to yourself while Billy sat next to you, cleaning his gun.

One night he looked up at what you were doing and said, “Will ya do that to one of my shirts?”

You stopped your needle, looking at him and tilting your head. “You want flowers on your shirt?”

“Not a ton of ‘em,” he corrected, setting his gun down. “Just a little one or two. Here.” Billy pointed to the cuff at his wrist.

The thought of him wearing one of your stitched flowers filled you with joy, and you smiled. “Really?”

“Wanna match with my wife,” he said, leaning in and chucking you under the chin before standing up and going to your bedroom. He returned with your favorite of his shirts- the one with blue stripes.

You eagerly took the shirt, abandoning your dress and immediately going to work. “I’ll make it blue to match.”

“Sure baby,” he smiled fondly, sitting beside you and raining his work with his gun. “Know it’ll look great ‘cause you did it.”

And of course, when it was done he fawned over it, giving you a hug and kiss on your forehead. “Thank ya baby. I love it. Gonna wear it tomorrow.”

And he did. He wore it proudly, relishing your smile when you saw it on him. Your flowers were important to you. They always had been. But they were infinitely more special when they were connected to him.

#billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x you #william h bonney x reader #william h bonney fanfiction #billy the kid #william h bonney x you #william h bonney imagines #billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid imagines #milliesfishes billy

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lunalit-river · 3 days

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I translated this page of L File No. 15. It's one of the many passages of Watari's Journal. I couldn't find English translations for the passages of Watari's Journal, so I translated them from Mandarin translation to English. I compared the Mandarin translation with the Japanese original text using Google Translate to ensure accuracy and made some adjustments for flow and maintaining the original meaning.

July 7th, 2006. L. Was this the outcome of giving you the opportunity to learn? Was it arrogant of me to think that I had given you everything you needed? A genius without parents or relatives, without food or education, a genius who may have had a miserable past. Was I wrong? L wrote his name in the Death Note. Was this all for victory? Was this all for justice? To fight something supernatural like the Death Note, it is true that we must arm ourselves with something that is also beyond human understanding. It is highly possible that Light Yagami will write L's name in the Death Note. In theory, L must write his name in the Death Note first to prevent Light from doing so. But don't human emotions have a tendency to refuse to accept the truth and instead hope to twist logic and theory? L. Don't you ever place your emotions prior to your goals? L. I never meant for things to end this way. Your talent has surpassed mine, and now you are consuming yourself. But I… Today I learned F's death. Am I about to lose you, too? I have never felt so powerless as I do now. L. I am confused. When I established Wammy's House, I might not have anticipated this. I learned a lot from being with you, L, just as parents learn a lot from their children. L. Just one sentence is enough. Please tell me you want to live. L. L…

#l lawliet #death note #watari #quillsh wammy #death note live action #l change the world #L file no.15

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measuredoutinyears · 6 months

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How do you tell your own family that you're autistic

#i got the official diagnosis in july and i still don't know how to break it to them #the other day my sister told me i had autism and she meant it as a joke but that hurt because it was judgmental #and /neg and i. am afraid she might see me differently #if i tell them then i have to educate them first #and educating your own family feels like it's too much when you teach for a living #idkidkidk #they might resent me for getting the diagnosis behind their back too #(or backs?)#i went with my mom and we did this so quietly. that i don't think i mentioned it here either #so. yeah. took me 25 years lol #what if my family starts blaming the autism every time i get on their nerves #i don't want to be the autistic child every time i come home #and yet. i'm already that. they're just all so used at accommodating me that they don't notice. it's amazing and horrible at the same time #personal shit #i'm either going to post this or delete it

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ameliathefatcat · 16 days

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Question when was the first time you had a teacher with a disability? And were they open about it?

#teacher #teachers #teaching #education #disability #disabilities #like I know I’ll be open to my students about having ADHD and Dyslexia and about my sensory issues and speech impediment #like first day I’ll tell them I have trouble speaking clearly and please ask me to repeat what I said if needed or slow down #also about my sensory issues and hopefully they would try and keep their voices down #to answer my own question in sixth grade my history teacher had Parkinson’s but she had to leave halfway through the year due to it #also in 6th grade my resource room teacher was so passionate when it came to the book ‘Out of my mind’ because of her son #I still remember her passion 6 years later #also probably not until 10/11 grade when I had a teacher who was open about her disability #my history teacher she’s a type one diabetic #she’s one of my fav teachers I hope my sister gets to have her one year

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datastate · 2 years

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genuinely wonder how many more people would give gashu the hiyori treatment if only he were a bit more conventionally attractive. you know?

#like don't get me wrong. sou is a sympathetic character and hiyori brings an interesting parallel to kai #but there is always some level of 'they didn't do anything wrong' in a specific type of fans' mindsets #the most egregious example would be people's treatment of kutaro versus sou after chapter two #kutaro is nowhere near as awful or manipulative as sou or hiyori or [gashu] (in this scenario) - but he was treated with as much distaste #despite having taken very reasonable actions for his character. especially after the ch3 expansion of his character #he was someone who worked desperately to make a name for himself out of nothing. and he was scared of not only losing that #but of being the a catalyst of hopelessness for the other children at the orphanage in his failure/disappearance #he was harsh in ch1's first main game - but he was using this opportunity to tell these three that it's up to them #to prove that they're worth enough to the group. he didn't want anyone to die necessarily - he used this opportunity to spur them on #you have to remember he was raised in an environment of asunaro's orphanage where ''mandatory education'' was considered generosity.#this wasn't the best method of doing so. but it was the one someone with a personality like kutaro's would go for #it makes sense for his character. as does the fact that gin warms up to him afterward throughout the events of ch2 #and yet people still - for the longest time. and even now! - treat him as if he's worse than sou or hiyori. and it ruins me #like...so much of it is solely based on appearance rather than their actual role in the story #it's the same sort of bitter hand that fictional women are often dealt but i'm...not getting into that now. too much ranting for today!#i mean you could shoot me an ask if you'd want to hear but it's just. stuff you're bound to see if you've been in fan spaces long enough #jestersvaguely #yttdposting

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deus-ex-mona · 1 year

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little brothers and their will to #slay, man </3

#while yes yes this post technically does apply to the simp bros i wanna cry about my own bro in the tags so you have been warned~?#so to start off my monthly existential crisis rant i just wanna say that… i’m so so soo envious of my bro. like to a really unhealthy extent #he’s tall enough to reach the top shelves. i can barely touch them if i jump. he has so many friends and even a gf. i have 0 irl friends.#he is able to sit in one spot and focus on his studies. i can’t even sit down for a full half hour to *eat* without getting up to take a nap #he’s learning how to drive. i can’t. he was admitted into university. i wasn’t. he’s able to find what he likes and stick to it. i can’t.#like mannn. he thrived in the course he chose in tertiary education while i lost my passion for it in the middle of my first year.#he’s good at picking up everything he tries (puzzle cubes; bball; you name it he’s good at it) while i’m just. bad at everything i try lol #he’s very good at his studies (aside from languages) and sports. i’m not good at anything at all.#he gets told that he has a great sense of humour. i’m just. boring and annoying. lolllll #he’s super sociable and he has good relations with pretty much every single family member (sans me). i’m not in contsct with most of the fam #heck he was pretty much the favourite from the moment he was born. his baby pics still get brought up from time to time bc of how cute he is #(granted it’s bc he looks like a bby m*ch*l*n man (like the tire company mascot) and he’s super cute in them but still)#and he’s also a guy and content with being a guy which is just… not fair y’knowwww~~~ asian family boy biases and all (cries)#our father pretty much cast me aside once my bro was old enough to hang with him. and even before then the bias was as clear as day. >:(((((#i make the dude mad? i get screamed at and whaccced. bro gets the dude mad? he gets a lesson on how to throw punches instead!!! like wow!!!!#he’s the only one who got to escape any direct physical harm from the guy and yet!!!! he was the 1st one to be singled out for trauma focus #idk if it’s bc of his age back then or whattttt but i can’t believe i had to friggin’ ask my therapist back then for a trauma assessment :(#2015 was a different time… my bro managed to succeed in school while i was rejected from the drama club for being too depressed :((((#but i’m sure my bro has his own share of struggles… and i’m glad that he has a few groups of friends to chill with. really.#but i just can’t help feeling extremely envious of him. i could never tell him any of this though we hardly talk at home lol #and he pretends not to know me when i approach him in public lmfaoooo. i don’t blame him though; i’d do the same if i were to approach me #so yeah. if you read this i’m sorry for being cringefail and bad at everything~~ am i still allowed to pollute your dash~? <3 #and also. idk if i’ll be able to continue sischange over this week bc i’ll be handling 2 workstations by meself :( and idk how tired i’ll be #but we’ll see ok~? sorry for having zero time management skills am i still qualified to be a legit adult~?#sunday’s 🧂saltfest🧂

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bandsanitizer · 8 months

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if your stance starts with “i don’t know anything about the conflict but—“ you should probably stop and not comment until you decide to educate yourself, or not publicly air your opinion. please & thank you. freedom of speech is great and all, but misinformation is at the forefront of politics these days and do you, person trying to be an ally and woke af, really want to be misinformed and perpetuate that?

#to delete probably #having an opinion without educating yourself first is a personal choice and action #publicly broadcasting that opinion on sns especially as a celebrity with a LARGE following on sns is a different story #y’all (/nbh but i do mean the internet as a whole) should’ve taught celebrities to educate themselves before telling them to be publicly #woke about everything and anything #like honest !!! to goodness!!! if you have to say ‘i don’t know about this but’ or ‘it takes nuance and understanding i don’t have but—‘#THEN MAYBE ITS NOT YOUR PLACE TO VOCALLY HAVE AN OPINION #*publicly not vocally #i s2g I’d rather have celebrities not talk about politics than broadcast harmful opinions all over the internet without any education of #WHAT IS ACTUALLY GOING ON beyond their small understanding/education of the situation at hand

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fortes-fortuna-iogurtum · 2 years

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#some Things #in no particular order and of no particular importance #but posted here to get them out of my head so that I can focus on other stuff (and so that I have a record of them for later):#1) I spent an hour this morning taking various ASD/autistic traits tests and consistently scored just above the threshold on all of them #this doesn't really tell me anything new #except that I'm probably not faking it or just trying to make myself feel 'special' whenever I feel like I'm not myself #and have to put a lot of effort into Being Normal in public settings #almost all of the tests had a strong emphasis on masking and social competency skills and that's where I was scoring highest #I suspect that this only further confirms my suspicions that I am neurodivergent (prob ADHD) and due to my educational style #and the setting and circumstances of most of my childhood development years #did not realize that I was Odd until very recently #2) I just discovered that the lead pastor of the church attended by a theologian/apologist/bible teacher who I really respect #and enjoy learning from #got his first degree from the uni I want to attend #this also means nothing. but it was a fun discovery.#I have heard that the school has changed a good bit since the time he would've graduated #in ways that I'm not sure I can judge as fully Good or Bad.#but it's encouraging to know that it has a history and a name out there that's mostly a good one #...I feel like there is at least one more Thing I am forgetting to mention but I cannot remember it at the mo so I will return and add it #if I do happen to remember it later on #personal

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syrenki · 2 years

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i will never understand centering romance in life i'm sorry

#i mean truly it is something but to revolve your life around it to a degree i see some of my peers do? hell #i have friends who when i ask them how they're doing first things first they talk about their boyfriends #and how those boyfriends tried to break up with them multiple times already but oh they just KNOW they actually love them so much #and probably are just scared of caring about somebody #like #you living like this?? this is how you live???? this is a priority for you and the subject of a majority of your thoughts?#it seems like it #god #like i have this one friend and literally nothing seems to matter to them as much as their bf #it's fucking insane to me i'm sorry #they tell me they have a problem and i'm like what is it. and they tell me their boyfriend tried to break up or cheated on them again #and like???#they had their most important exams of their education up to this day in that week #as did all my peers #and me #and that person was just like 'i don't really care i haven't been studying in months cause i'm too fucked up and mentally ill and alt #i just want to get those exams behind me however and then i can party with my boyfriend again' LIKE HELLO??#how do you live like that #i'm not saying it's wrong to be in love i mean of course it's beautiful but i don't understand putting everything second #after the romantic part #having romance ALWAYS come first #as in #it's your priority in life #god.#i will never understand.#mine

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ihaventsleptinweekz · 8 days

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Since all my classes will be out for good and I haven't taken on any events I think I'm good to paint my nails

#Cause like they asked me if I wanted to help cover graduation #Which um. No. Because first of all- best scenario I'm bumping elbows with an actual interpreter the whole time #Who is like why would they let students work on something as big as a fucking. Graduation #Which I agree with btw I actually don't believe our school should be like doing studys like this as early into our education as we are #Since we could easily make mistakes and cause distraction for any Deaf people attending the event . Which is like partially (mostly) why I #But also just in general I'm stressed e-fukcing-nough #But it does make me worried that I'm missing out on potential opportunities to gain experience that my peers ARE participating in #Since I've declined so many on the basis of 'should a student as intermediate as I am really be doing this' .#I mean I'm still studying but I am of course bound by the code of ethics- professional or not.#Can you tell I have. So many thoughts.#Oh anyway I forgot what this post was about!!! My nails ^_^#I got them done since I'm finished (education wise) signing for the year .#insomniac ramblez

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headspace-hotel · 1 year

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I'm trying to write a post about tick safety and avoiding tick bites, but a lot of the info on websites is like "Avoid going in the woods, in plants, and where there are wild animals" and "Activities like hiking and gardening can put you at risk" and I'm like thanks! This is worthless!

As ticks and tick borne illnesses are expanding their range, I think it's important for people to be educated about these things, and I think it's especially important to give people actual advice on how to protect themselves instead of telling them to just...avoid the natural world

Rough draft version of Tick Advice:

Ticks don't jump down on you from trees, they get on you when you brush against grass, brush, bushes etc.

Ticks get brought to an area when they get done feeding from an animal and fall off them. In the USA, the main tick-bringing animal is deer, but I've seen plenty ticks on feral cats and songbirds.

Ticks get killed when they dry out so drier areas with more sunlight are less favorable to ticks.

The above is useful for figuring out whether an area is likely to have lots of ticks, and how vigilant you have to be in that area.

Wear light-colored, long pants outside. Tuck your pants into your socks, and tuck your shirt into the waist of your pants. Invest in light, breathable fabrics idc

IMMEDIATELY change out of your outside clothes when you come back from a tick-prone area, wash them, and dry them on high heat to kill any ticks that might be stuck on.

Shower and check yourself for ticks after coming inside. Hair, armpits, and nether regions in particular. You can use a handheld mirror or rely on touch; an attached tick will feel like a bump kinda like a scab

While you're outside, you can just periodically check for ticks by running your hands down your legs and checking visually to see if anything is crawling on your clothes. Light colors make them easy to spot, and they don't move fast.

Combing through each others' hair to check for creepy crawly critters is a time-honored primate ritual and is not weird. When hiking, bring a friend who will have your back when you feel something on your neck and need to know if it's sweat or a tick

If you're careful, you can usually catch ticks before they bite you, but if one does bite you, it's not the end of the world. Since tickborne diseases are different regionally i suspect this advice will differ based on where you are, but the important thing is remove the tick with tweezers (DON'T use butter, a lit match, or anything that kills the tick while it's still attached, please) and contact a doctor to see what to watch for. Most illnesses you can catch from ticks are easily treatable if you recognize them when symptoms first appear

#random #ticks #nature #safety #psa

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