#ive been MOVING and its taken up so much of my time and energy but after setting up my computer finally

[thapunqueen]

He must think he the king of foldin his arms and not givin a fuck 🙄

#but really why he always crossin his arms when i talk to him...cmon boobear its me man #also HELLOOO IM ALIVE #ive been MOVING and its taken up so much of my time and energy but after setting up my computer finally #i just..needed to draw..it was like a demon possessing me #so ofc i wanted to do another boone page :3 #its been too long since i did one anyways #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout fanart #craig boone #new vegas #fnv boone

[magnoliamyrrh]

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#i cant help but think that were making a mistake in planning to do social/ppl work. in doing anthropology in the first place #ive never been good with people #i dont know if i ever will be #nor am i particularly fond of being surrounded by people constantly and infact i quite value my silence #... i can never seem to quite get the hang of interactions. of how to talk of how to move of how to speak #and while i have spend years pretend i do. it has only left me tired #... what am i to do exactly if this is what we go into? what happens if almost inevitabley it is me and not somebody else on a day when we #must deal with people - be it attempting to help or large groups of them or whatever it may be #.... i feel like im being signed up for a life of exhaustion if we do this. i am too quiet. i am too much of a solitary creature #.. what we should have done is gone to veternay school instead. which is what we wanted to do for some years anyway. still helping. less #people work though ... #. i could have done that so much more easily #...... it has taken me too many years of this life to stop hating humans all together. i can understand them. for survivals sake. but this #is all. i have yet to learn to trust them much nor have they given me much reason to nor do i see much benefit to doing so #i am tired. of the nonsencial cruelty. of all of it. #perhaps i do not wish to spend years trying to help beings which i barely trust #what happens if. as it happens at times. i end up being the one to front for days or weeks or months? it seems like a recipe for disaster #we truly should have just worked with animals instead that is something we can all easily do #. its too late now anyway #last year of college. there is no time or money or energy for another degree #my fate seems to be sealed and for months or perhaps years now ive been - i would say turning in my grave but i suppose im not yet dead - #over this.. and now it truly is past time #..... it was a mistake as well that we did not stick to horseback riding in highschool. no. instead we listened to people and parents and #family. do this do that you can do so much better et fucking cetera. those highschool years of academic insanity wrecked this body. wrecked #it. college was too much when we were so mentally and physically ill #.... life could have been different now #if we had stuck to it

[kazuwhora]

— PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA

⨳ WARNINGS. 18+, fem!reader, somnophilia, creampie, and some soft sweetness <3

⨳ WORD COUNT. 2k+

⨳ NOTE. commission for the lovely @sohya <3 thank u for being so patient as I get settled in my new place and new life! I’ll be slowly chipping at the rest of my commissions, but for now pls be kind this is the first thing ive written in almost three months <3

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 and the hum of a fan that fills the space around you— the pillowy air is thick, but the relief of the gentle wind is enough to make you sigh as you prop your feet up on the coffee table and lay back against the cushions of the sofa. your job has taken every ounce of energy from you— the summer heat at its heels lapping up whatever is left behind, and you feel like your body could melt into the fabric at the mere thought of getting up. even the click of the lock and the creak of the door across the room isn’t enough to excite you, but you watch as ruffles of curly blue hair turn the corner with a quiet sigh to match.

souya’s face is dim, filtered by the soft light of the room as he drops his bags and immediately sheds the apron from his waist and the bandana from his hair. you’ve always loved the way his hair falls in front of his face after a long day at work, or the way his eyes tend to hide behind the baby blue strands as the exhaustion begins to set into his skin.

he’s not one for talking— especially not when the weight of the air feels like it could crush his throat, but the heat has never kept him from curling up beside you as he rests his head against your shoulder with a sigh.

“hi baby” you hum, running a hand through his hair as he softens against your body.

souya barely mumbles back, too tired from the world around him to choke out more than a quiet “hmmm” as if to say hi in his own form of words. so instead, his hands snake around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt as he nuzzles himself into your neck.

as much as you’ve always been head over heels for your boyfriend, there’s no denying his clinginess that comes in overwhelming waves the more time he spends away from you. even at work, with the restaurant being less than a few blocks away, he’ll beg you to come for lunch just to sit with him on his break so he can enjoy your company. it’s almost become the punchline of a joke among the restaurant— nahoya spitting taunts and teases every time you slip through the door and show yourself to the bar, and souya grumbling to himself each time like clockwork until he sees your smiling face waiting just for him.

but even so, souya is still clingy. he still finds himself yearning to be home, where he can lose himself in the comfort of your arms with the murmur of the tv drowning out the noise in his head. he still finds himself desperate for your touch, never able to fulfill the desire to be closer and closer to you, until you have to peel him away from your body like a t-shirt.

but souya doesn’t move.

he doesn’t move, even when you peek past the strands of hair shading his eyes and poke the side of his face with inquisition. his eyes stay shut, body only shifting every so often as he melts into the sofa and gives himself up to his sleep.

and now, you’re bored.

you find yourself passing the time with his hair tangled in your fingers, leaving tiny braids sprinkled across his locks built from boredom and idle hands. he’s always found your touch soothing— lulling him nearly to sleep as you gently comb through strands of curls, breaking them apart into a frizzy messes the more he relaxes against your chest. he mumbles under his breath every so often, enough to make you part his hair once again to make sure he hasn’t woken up. but each time, his eyelids only flutter, and his face twitches as the strands of hair tickle his skin, and each time you can only sigh, and give in to your boredom by admiring the sweetness of his rest instead.

angelic isn’t ethereal enough to describe the aura that surrounds souya like this, though it’s enough to make you want to corrupt him all the same. it seems the longer you stare at him— the longer you watch his eyes flicker and twitch as he dozes, the further your hand travels down his body. it starts at his chest, moving with the rise and fall of his breaths, trailing down his torso and dancing between his abs until your fingers reach the waistband of his shorts and they can’t help but slip beneath it as his breaths grow more erratic by the second.

you watch his brows furrow as your fingers wrap around his cock. he’s asleep, you think, but he’s already hard and twitching in your grasp. you can’t help but think about the tiny moans that might slip from his lips if you moved just a little faster— the tiny desperate gasps that make him tremble the more and more you work him, and your head starts to spin at the thought alone.

there’s a heat that pools in your core now, one that you can’t deny as you press your thighs together and squeeze your palm around his cock. souya stirs only for a second, shifting slightly in his sleep as you take his shift of weight as your opportunity to climb onto his lap from beside him. you don’t give his body time to process as you slip his shorts to his thighs, exposing his aching cock to your body as you grind yourself down against him.

his eyes stay shut, but whether he’s awake or not you couldn’t care less. the warmth of his cock spreads across your skin like wildfire, and resistance has never been your best quality.

“fuck” you curse, as you sink yourself down on his cock that twitches and throbs inside you the more he stretches your walls.

you can’t help but dig your nails into his chest as you ease yourself all the way down, letting your hips stutter and tremble as his cock reaches deeper and deeper inside you. watching his eyelids flutter and move as you roll your hips is reward enough— but you cant help that you want more.

the deeper your nails dig, the more you move, hips rolling against him as you try your best to move at a pace soft enough not to wake him, but deep enough to stack the tension at your core.

but souya just feels too good. his cock presses against your sweet spot just enough to leave you desperate for more. satisfying yourself has never been a problem, but there’s nothing you want more than to feel his desperation fill you up as you push him to his limits beneath you.

you can’t help it— it’s just not enough.

“s-souya” you whine, catching the moan that follows between your lips as you press your forehead against his. your lips hover over him as your arms wrap around his neck, pushing him deeper inside you until he can’t help but lazily open his eyes as your cunt clenches around his cock.

“h-hi baby” he whispers, taking a second to grasp his surroundings as his eyes scan your body on top of him.

the realization hits as fast as his pleasure does, and the hair shading his face masks his eyes that nearly roll back in his head as his hands grip your hips in an attempt to stabilize himself.

“fuck I—” he stutters, trying his best to hold back moans that slip out in tiny broken hums.

you stop him before he can finish, lips pressed against his in a messy kiss that makes his hips buck the more you steal his breath away.

“please…” you whisper, with desperation tinting your voice as your eyes speak the rest of your begs for you.

souya knows what you want— he doesn’t need you to say it, and he cant help but dig his nails into your hips as he fucks himself up into you. bliss coats your body the harder he fucks you— it overwhelms you and collapses your body against him as the drag of his cock pulls moans and whimpers from your mouth with every thrust.

he can’t hold himself back when the pulse of your cunt sucks him in deeper and deeper til he can barely move. there’s a low groan that resonates in his chest as his hips slow, rolling your body against him in deep motions as he collects himself and tries his best to keep it together.

“can’t— c-can’t move if y’keep doin’ that princess” he whispers, voice nearly breaking as he throws his head back and lifts your body just enough for you to whine at the emptiness of your cunt with his cock teasing your clit. “p-please baby I—”

“wanna cum” you cut him off with a whimper, pouting as he stares back at you with glossy eyes.

your words are enough to ignite a fire in his chest, and desperation floods his body as he slams your body down on his cock with a force you’ve never quite felt from him before.

your eyes go wide with shock— the pressure of his cock inside you, the speed that his hips thrust up into you, it’s all too much. your head spins the faster and faster he moves, frantically reaching for your high as he pushes you closer and closer while whimpers and moans fall from his lips and dissipate into the air between you. your grip on reality starts to slip, and all you can do is beg for him—beg for his cock as he fucks you with everything he’s got, until your body starts to crumble in his grip and your vision clouds as his cock tips you over the edge of your pleasure.

souya whimpers as your cunt clenches around him tighter and tighter with every sob you manage to choke out. you’ve never felt like this before— so out of control, so overwhelmed by your senses and the press of his cock against your sweet spot even after you’ve collapsed into a whimpering mess against his chest. your body trembles in his grasp, and all you can do is beg to feel his cum inside you.

“need’ta—” you stutter, catching your breath in deep gasps as he slows his hips in a sensual rhythm. “need you t’fill me up souya, please”

your voice is desperate, and souya can’t deny the ache in his cock as your body squeezes around his length. one hand reaches for the side of your face, bringing you down against his lips as he loses himself in another kiss. his hips move a little faster, feeling every inch of your cunt he can before breaking the kiss with a moan as his cock fills you up with his cum that oozes and spills down your walls as he holds you steady in place.

“y-you feel s-so good baby” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut as he basks in the sounds of your moans.

you shift your body as his cum drips to your thigh, but souya only whines and holds you down tighter.

“jus’ stay for a little longer” souya pouts, pulling you flush against his chest again.

his hands clasp behind your back— tight enough that you can barely move, and his lips brush against the side of your neck as he peppers tiny kisses across your skin. you can’t help but giggle— the sensation is enough to spread a softness across your body that makes you melt against him, and your shoulders ease as his hands travel to the back of your neck where he holds you tight.

“I l-love you” he mumbles against your neck, pausing to trace patterns into your skin with his fingers before releasing his hold on you so you can move. “lets get you cleaned up”

you can only sigh as his hands fall to his sides, and the phantom comfort of his hold makes you yearn for more. and as you shift your thoughts back to reality, you can’t help but think you’ve never been so grateful to be by his side.

#tokyo revengers x reader #souya kawata x reader #souya x reader #tokyo revengers smut #souya kawata smut #tokyo revengers x reader smut #souya kawata x reader smut #angry smut #angry x reader #angry x reader smut #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x you smut #tokyo revengers #souta kawata x you #souya kawata x you smut #souya kawata #tokyorev smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers hc #tokrev smut

[silversatin2105]

Inspired by the response from Grand line dreams Angst ask about severely injured reader

Writer’s comments:

This is a response to the ask answered by the user known as @grandlinedreams, this is my take on a best case scenario, thank you so much for your permission to post

TW: Angst, mentions of medial stuff, potential character death, if I’ve missed anything please let me know and I’ll add them to the list

It had been two weeks and three days since (Y/N) had been severely injured, you had survived the reaper’s scythe that night, its amazing how you did, you were decimated, deep lacerations on your arms and chest, before Law even got to you half a pint of your blood had already been spilled, without hesitation that day Law had carried your dying form to the Polar Tang and emergency surgery had to be performed.

Blood had to be warmed and prepped, bandages had to be removed and the wounds under sutured after Law checked for signs of internal bleeding and any shrapnel that entered the wounds had to be removed and then fish skin was placed upon the wounds before being re-dressed, when the blood was ready it was allowed to flow into your veins as the other arm took in IV fluids, no need for a sedative you were already out of it.

The first night was always the fist challenge you would face, At this moment deaths embrace felt comforting, the natural next step but what about him?

Law had always feared that your devil may care attitude would lead to calamity and so right he was, you fucked up and now the Captain of the Polar Tang had to deal with the very real threat of loosing you, On one rare conversation he would tell you of the brave man whom gave him a second shot at life, to tell you the truth that’s the first time he opened up to you, hearing his story you vowed to do anything for him, become anything for him and right now there was a very real chance that would be a corpse.

No were the thoughts in your mind as you channeled all your energy, all your might, everything into breathing, you were not going to add to the myriad of mental scars to him, NO MORE SUFFERING, breathing in and out you fought, the heart beating in your chest like terrible thunder as in the reality that your coma had sealed you from, you lay heaving concerning law.

“Damn have you developed an infection?” Law asked wiping your brow with a clean cloth, the male grimaced lip bitten as he checked your wounds, a few were red and hot to the touch so he applied IV antibiotics to your course of treatment, the second hurdle in your journey to spit death in the face and draw another waking breath, raw emotion galvanizing your resolve, fight on, live on.

After a few days the antibiotics took effect, the second hurdle back to the land of the living almost cleared, Law was still taking his meals by your bedside, still cautious- On alert, and He left the running of the ship mostly to Beppo after forming a plan of attack for the next moves to make, like before he spoke to you, Asked what was going thought your mind?, No doubt he’s seen some wild occurrences, since his alliances with straw hat, but in truth, seeing you that day on the battlefield, he never dared to hope that you’d draw another waking breath. 

Heck he was so worried that he had taken to shifted bathroom breaks with other members of the crew watching you and this was the norm for two weeks and four days, He must have had too much coffee that morning as he couldn’t wait for cover, he made his apologies to your sleeping form and bolted for the bathroom, as he walked back to the med bay he sighed- I better get another cup of coffee later for tonight..im so fucking tired …when’s the last time I slept, were his thoughts as he walked into the room where you were being kept, his tired and drained eyes gaze out to a surprise.

It was you, sitting up in bed your (insert color) eyes looking at him with a sort of tired look, you had seen better days then again so had he, he looked disheveled, sleep deprived and honestly so fucking done, in that moment no words were spoken, just a quietness as your eyes locked, ten minutes had passed and then it happened, you began to speak.

“I’m so sorry captain, I messed up… their Haki was too strong, I promise it won’t happen again” you told him an apology, one of the things you fought through death for, Law was stunned, the first thing from you after three weeks was an apology.

“Is that it… after three weeks the first words out of your mouth is an apology, We’ve all been worried sick, you damned idiot !” Law went on to say in a harsh tone, cold words masking the internalized concern he daren’t let himself feel, the emotions he stonewalled from his own heart, Law in this moment was as before romantically hidden behind a sheet of Plexiglas.

You looked up at him with shock in your eyes, you expected this but you didn’t expect it to hurt so much, tears welling in your eyes you slid back onto to the bed clutching the blanket to your chest, Law grumbled and sighed laying his hat on the bedside table resting his head by your side, a hand timidly reaching out to yours, within a moment, you felt the roughness of his fingertips upon your hand, the hand of your captain, you froze in response, you go to turn to look at him.

“D-don’t look at me right now. Please…” Law orders as you oblige him to take in the warmth of your hand, the pulse on your wrist, a pulse that those three weeks ago could have been taken from him, could he finally bring himself to hope now that you were once more amongst the living, fifteen minutes past as he assessed you, got his heart ready and then he began to speak.

“Listen up, I am going to say something, take it as you will…the truth is (Y/N) I feel deep kinship for you, since you joined the crew you’ve shown unwavering loyalty, courage in the face of adversity. What I mean to say is…I love you”

Law speaks to you, the world in that moment shattering, your eyes widen as he presses his head close to you back, and you blush as Law finally falls asleep after three weeks of hell.

You go to move and as you do, you feel an arm move carefully around you, light snoozing sounds from the captain of the heart pirates can be heard, and so in that moment you smile lightly and fall asleep again.

“It’s easy to promise someone that you’d die for them but even more difficult to promise that you'd live for someone"

END SCENE

#one piece #law x reader #law x y/n #inspired by #Grandlinedreams #angst #writers gonna write #fan fic

[4pfsukuna]

jealous!sukuna story here👇🏾

kings-get-jealous-to

Akward

The last thing Nanami kento expected to see at Gojo’s party (that he basically tricked him into going to) was his ex girl from 4 years ago in a black mini silk dress that if you just bent over a tad bit more—

“You alright man?” Gojo ask slapping his blonde hair friends back snapping him back to the reality where his cup of alcohol had been crushed completely in his hand.

He was sure of Two things in this moment.

His hand was wet and 2? He wasnt letting you get away again.

———

Incubus curse

After the mission Gojo sent you and Namami on to get rid of some incubus curse (which he didnt mention)  Nanami is shocked when you dont show up to the school the next day and decides to pay you a visit.

“I want you to bend me over every surface including my balcony until neither of us have any energy left… and then go for one more round”

Part two

What if Nanami is the one who suffers the effects of the incubus curse instead of you?

He felt fine and whatever silly little pink dust the cursed spirit sprayed mustve been just that, that’s until he catches a glimpse of you pinning one of the students to the ground and damn would he work endless amounts of overtime to be under you like that— what was he saying?! Shaking his head he almost completely looses it when he watches the way your ass jiggles in your shorts and wonders how back shots would be.

Its not long before hes back in his office gripping his length in his fist and bottom lip between his teeth to quiet his moans.

“Nanami you shouldve said something”

“Like what? How i want to have you moaning and beging to cum for a fifth time with tears in your eyes? Or that i want to watch your eyes get  wide as you swallow my dick taking it to the back of your throat like the good girl i know you are? Or that i want to fill you up with every drop of my seed to put my claim on you and my self control is dwindling because i can smell your arousal and i just want to burry my face in it” he says with pure raw desire as his eyes burn into mine.

——

Professor reward & punishment.

You suck at college math and luckily your neighbor who happens to be a proffessor offers to tutor you after you helped him out a few nights ago.

“Since you can’t seem to pay attention, for every answer you get right ill put in another finger and for every wrong answer you put clothes on reducing the friction.” He holds my jaw making sure im listening.

“And extra credit” i tease before he begins rolling his sleeves up the bulge of his muscles ans loosening his tie yanking aggresively.

A dark smirk reaches his lips that ive never seen before and ive never wanted to be more accurate in… whatever subject we were studying for again.

————

Jealous!Sukuna

You and sukuna had gone back and forth so much its almost like you forgot yuji was his vessel, almost like you forgot he was the king of curses.

But none of that mattered now you (23) and yuji also of age had comitted to getting drunk and letting loose for once.

Sukuna pays it no mind as you aimlessly flirt with some guy at the bar but your eyes are on him. Not the guy, not yuji but Sukuna who had taken over since yuji was to drunk to fight back.

He could easily burn the world to the ground and nothing could stop him except for the look in your eyes when your tounge trails up his abs to his chest tracing his tattoo that the only fire burning hes worried about is the one in your eyes.

“Id pleasure you in ways no woman in your 1000 years of existance could even think about” i smirk before flipping us over so im on top us still connected by our hips moving my hand from his wrist to his neck making him purr.

——

Dad!Sukuna

More of a drabble aka the 3 times his kids call him daddy and the one time you do.

“Get in the cage!” 

“Sukuna stop telling them that! Theres no cage”

“He put fucking smiley faces in my book of incantations” he growls showing me the smiley faces with red eyes, fangs and a crooked smile.

“Oooh he drew you is that why youre mad” i tease watching him seathe as the sound of footsteps running upstairs can be heard smoke nearly comes out of his ears and foam from his mouth.

“As shitty as the smiley face may be he drew it because of you, now stop being such a sourpuss! if you be nice ill even call you daddy and let you give me another little you” i peck his lips listening to the growl of disappointment from pulling away too fast.

“I don’t think i told them how much i love them today” He mumbles pulling me into his lap.

#jjk x black!reader #choso x black!reader #jjk smut #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x oc #nanami x black reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x oc #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x black reader

[pretty-toru]

i’ve seen your fic about reader giving gojo the silent treatment and i loved it! 😭 what about making one if it was the other way around? ive seen many fics where its yn giving the silent treatment but what if you did something that made gojo mad and he’s the one who’s giving the silent treatment? tbh i’d be so sad if he was mad at me! 😭

midnight blues┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: angst, fluff ending

୧ wc: 1,700+

୧ synopsis: you never expected to receive the silent treatment from gojo, and it's one of the worst heartaches you can ever experience.

a/n: thank you so much! it really surprised me how many people ended up liking that one, and I hope you'll enjoy this one too! omg I would literally sob if I made gojo mad and will never be able to move on from the experience

Several hours have passed since Gojo departed from your home in a huff, and you wished that you had realized he was already in a sour mood dealing with the higher-ups regarding Yuuji's execution and general happenings in the Jujutsu society. He was coming home from one of those days where everything was hectic, irritable, and stressful and he wants nothing more than to return back to a serene space where he doesn't have to think about anything. At least, for a little while.

You never liked the term nagging, but after moving in together for months now you often have to remind him to be more respectful toward your shared home. "Hey honey, do you mind taking off your shoes so you don't track in even more dirt?" He had a tendency to walk around your home in his outdoor shoes and even sometimes wearing them on the bed to leave crumbs and debris all over the comforter. It's not always pleasant having to be conscious wondering if he left anything behind the next time you slip between the sheets or walk around barefoot, and it's one of his bad habits that you've been trying to fix.

Gojo's lanky body that's already plopped on the couch loosens his shoes with his feet and it drops to the floor with a soft thud. Your brows furrow in discontentment and your coarse tone makes his face twitch, and even though he's not able to see your body language with his arm thrown over his eyes he can sense that you're crossing your arms at him. "Seriously, Satoru? You know that wasn't what I meant."

His teeth clench and grit together in silent annoyance, and his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose together before his hands gesture loudly in the air as you're going on your spiel about shoe etiquette. "Fuck Y/N- can I have one minute of quiet in my own home and not have you nagging my ear off." He sighs exasperatedly, the patience he had was already running thin and he didn't have the energy to deal with your complaints either.

"W-what? I just told you to pick up after yourself, why are you getting irrationally angry at me?" You bite the inside of your cheek because he never cursed at you before, even if he didn't truly mean his words you're unable to dismiss it and a stinging pain spreads across your chest. It feels like hard lumps of ice are being formed in your throat and you hate everything about this because you weren't trying to argue with him.

"Now you're just being so fucking annoying... I'd ask you to piss off but you can't even leave the room fast enough." He straightens himself from the couch and bends over to grab the shoes that you're so bothered by and heads for the front door. He doesn't even spare you a glance because the last thing he needed was for someone to criticize him over something so insignificant when he has more important things to worry about. You couldn't even sputter out another remark before he abruptly tells you, "I'm heading out. Don't wait up for me."

After he slams the door shut and leaves you alone in the deafening silence, you couldn't even properly process what just happened 一 was that really the Gojo Satoru you knew and loved? You never imagined him saying something like that in all the years you've known him. You wished you could've taken back your words instead of opening your stupid mouth about your dumb, little pet peeves when you should've noticed that your boyfriend was coping with the presumably dreadful day he's had.

The bitter and cruel world was always fighting against him one way or another and you feel terrible that you weren't there to support him. You should've quietly taken his shoes off and kissed his forehead to remind him that you're there for him, and you were a little too late to know that now. Even you sometimes forget that the great Gojo Satoru can have his bad days too, and one seemingly small and tiny inconvenience atop of everything else can cause him to lose his cool as a result.

Gojo arrives back home just after the stroke of midnight and pushes past through the threshold expecting to be greeted with darkness, but there's a light in the kitchen as you're adding the finishing touches of the icing on the strawberry lunchbox cake to make it up to him. It's minimalistic and single-serving friendly enough that you wouldn't have to worry about having too much leftover dessert while satisfying your favorite shaman's sweet tooth. But most importantly, you hope that he'll accept it as a heartfelt form of apology.

You're unaware of how long he's been standing there watching you earnestly until you glance up and meet his visage. The corners of your mouth quirk upward into a smile that seems a little forced, yet honest in the way that you're relieved to see that he returned home. "W-welcome home, Satoru. I should've asked how your day was before I bugged you about something so silly. You might've had quite a long day or maybe something happened so I wanted to surprise you by baking your favorite cake. It's not much, but it's the least I could do."

The silence weighs heavily in the air. You're growing anxious each passing second he doesn't respond and your stomach starts to churn while your palms sweat under his gaze. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears and then comes the snapping of the strings as he takes one step away and another going towards your shared bedroom. You never felt so crestfallen and defeated as you're standing there rigid with his broad back facing toward you.

"Ohh.. Okay I'll just, um, save this for you tomorrow."

Not a moment later and you can hear the shower running, and you can't help but think to yourself... what if he hates you now? You attempt to choke back the tears welling up and failing miserably as a droplet cascades down your cheek. The feeling of your ribcage caving into itself while your heart sinks slowly doesn't completely go away as you try to convince yourself that it's just another rough patch in your relationship and you'll both eventually move past this.

Nearly an hour goes by until you're finished cleaning up, and you spent most of that time trying to understand what's going through Gojo's mind and if you should reside on the couch for tonight so you wouldn't upset him further. You're more than positive that he's fast asleep on his side of the mattress as you retrieve a spare pillow and blanket from the linen closet to prepare your make-shift bed on the couch. You considered peering inside and checking up on your boyfriend, but you didn't want to risk waking him had the hinges on the door squeaked unfavorably.

Time seems to move slower once you're comfortably situated flat on your back and staring at the ceiling because you seem to be having troubled sleep. You've been tossing and turning for every time you check your phone for no particular reason, and you've never been much of an insomniac either. For some reason, it feels almost wrong that Gojo and you are sleeping in separate rooms when he's not somewhere overseas for an assigned exorcism of special grade curses.

Your drowsy eyes kept fluttering open and closed for some time now, and you were just barely able to catch an ounce of sleep before you feel a weight dip beside you and strong, familiar arms wrap around your middle. Gojo carefully closes the gap between you and him without causing too much movement and he appreciates your taste in furniture as you chose a couch that's spacious enough to fit the both of you. "Hmm, Satoru? What are you- I thought you wanted to be alone?" You whisper softly after registering his warm touch on your skin, and you shift your position so that you're now facing him.

His cerulean hues bore into you before he gently shakes his head, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck inhaling your peach blossom scent. "I never heard you come in." He confesses, busying himself as his fingertips fiddle with your top and then drawing small circles on your hip after slipping his hand just a shy underneath it. "Did I mess things up between us? I shouldn't have taken it out on you back there... it's those old fuckers that got to me. Forgive me, angel? I promise I'll be better next time, so please? I don't wanna lose you... You're everything to me. I love you so much, you have no idea."

"Will you look at me, baby? You won't lose me over something like this." Your fingers thread through his silver tendrils and Gojo does as he's told. Baby, he already feels warm just from that term of endearment alone. Staring into the blues of his eyes felt like warm healing rain falling down onto your heart, and you can tell it has the same effect on him as he's sharing your fond gaze. All that constant overthinking and worrying dissipates once the misunderstandings have been resolved and you feel the weight of a thousand bricks on your chest being lifted.

"There's honestly nothing to be sorry about, I can understand why you reacted that way. You're human and can only take so much so don't be too hard on yourself." You tenderly cup his cheek and he eases into the warmth of your palm, a thumb sweeps across his cheekbone and he breathes a content sigh. "I didn't notice sooner that you weren't being yourself and I should've been there for you when you needed me, so I am sorry for that. I love you so much too, I'm willing to put this behind us if you are."

"Yeah, sounds good." He murmurs as his eyelids begin to grow heavy, a soft simper making its way to his face and he presses a gentle kiss against your lips. You speculate that he wasn't able to fall asleep this entire time either without holding each other like this with legs touching or intertwined, and you're reminded of how good you two have it with the unconditional and boundless love reserved for one another at the end of each day. "As they usually say, let bygones be bygones."

#some bonus crumbs : gojo drools over the cake you made specially for him in his dream and it's what he has for breakfast 🤍 #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo satoru imagines #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[jalmotaesseo-scans]

Goodbye Amy, you are loved and missed everyday

Hey everyone, this is Admin B. Its been a while and I am sorry I can't come here bearing good news. Its taken me a long time to muster up the strength to come back on here... but you all deserved to know whats happened.

In case you didn't read the comment under the last post, Amy, aka Admin A, passed away in April of this year. Her friends and family have been devastated by this.... Shocked and numb at the idea that someone so full of love and light and as fiesty as a raccoon trapped in a trash bag could suddenly be gone but its true.

Amy wasnt just an internet associate.... someone I helped with this blog from time to time out of boredom. Amy and I have known each other for a long time after meeting through Twitter. Some of my best kpop adventures have ties to Amy and we spent our 20's chasing concerts, sharing secrets during sleepovers on out of state trips to each other, and talking about our hopes and dreams for the future.

Amy was one of my biggest supporters when I made the move from the US to South Korea to teach and while we werent able to talk and see each other as often as we used to when I was stateside, she never failed to remind me how often I was missed and loved. She was always one of the strongest pillars of my support system when the cultural differences and homesickness would bring me to my knees... Amy was always clear with how much she loved, appreciated, and missed me. Most importantly, she made sure that I knew that she was proud of me, always.

I miss her so much and this is the first time Ive tried to put my feelings into words since I got that phone call... and it still doesnt seem to be enough. I am utterly heartbroken and the light that comes from the world will always be a little bit dimmer... at least for me.

As much as I would love to continue this blog for Amy, I literally cant. Not only do I not possess the logistics to make it happen, but outside of that... this blog was her passion project. It stemmed from a need to provide Kpop fans outside of Korea with HD scans for their own crafts and passion projects. It was a way to connect to other fans all over. Amy WAS this blog and I wouldnt even know where to begin to pick up this mantle. No... some things end before we are ready for them to, freezing in time and while painful... its just the way things are sometimes.

If I can make a request of the fans of this blog, please, do something good for someone else. Amy was a fierce proponent and champion for anyone considered an underdog, so go and do that. Whether it be big or small... kpop affiliated or not... do it for Amy... do it for the underdog... and do it with the energy of a feral trash panda... because thats what Im going to do.

Until we meet again Amy

All my Love,

Admin B

#jalmotaesseo scans

[cpunkwitch]

Describing the feeling - anemia

being descriptive about what its like standing up and generally functioning with my severe anemic body.

i dont just stand up too quickly and lose my balance for a second, i dont just stand up and immediately sit down because the room started spinning.

when i stand up my vision goes hazy around the edges, a black vector around my vision creeps in, my VSS makes my vision look even more like a 1980's video recording, my head gets fuzzy and light, my vision shrinks to a small spot as the rest is blocked out by the dark, my body threatens to black out, drop passed out right where i am. i get nauseous and exhausted like i just saw something that grossed me out so bad it made me sick, i go pale and my face gets hot at the same time.

it only lasts a few minutes maybe, but its still scary and slows me down. i can pass out without even realizing it sometimes, without this kind of warning. i'll feel sick and pass out or i'll be fine and still suddenly wake up in a new position or entirely different room and someone will tell me they moved me.

my energy is constantly drained, leaving me breathless at even the most minimal of movements like a short flight of stars or just getting out of bed. all i can manage leaving the house is a brisk walk without my cane. i feel like i had taken a 5 hour hike when its still only 11am and im just getting over starting my day.

im always too tired to do many tasks, go places, i find myself taking a nap if it werent for coffee.

this would of course happen less if i was able to take my supplements more often, if i could eat enough food containing the needed iron more regularly/consistently. but theres complications with that too.

i get constant pounding headaches for several reasons and on days where my anemia literally makes me bedridden i am often laying there waiting on the medication i was able to take to finally kick in and calm the raging ache burning and rattling inside my head.

anemia is not just standing up and feeling dizzy or falling over, its chronic fatigue placing a hand on your shoulder, shaking you around and putting a white noise filter over your eyes before pushing you down to let you catch your breath. its feeling like a vampire stole half your entire body's amount of blood without even touching you. its being even more tired and slowed down after a nurse takes your blood more than you usually are and more than most people are for a longer amount of time, sitting there for almost 5 minutes or so with an orange juice box in your hand before you can get yourself to stand up and leave her office.

i originally got my cane to help with the dizzy spells and constant unbalance and exhaustion i felt, to help me walk up and down stairs easier and keep me from walking to fast and steady my pace more. then i realized how bad my back was and noticed how lessened my back pain was with it and i was even happier to have gotten my cane.

every day i think about how all my life i've missed out because ive been too tired to do something or go somewhere. every day i fear falling over, collapsing and passing out and it happens too frequently for me to say im okay any day.

i miss the days i used to have energy when i was much younger, i miss the days i didnt have to fear falling over, i miss the times i was able to do more with my body.

doesnt mean i live in constant misery, im just learning to live with it. this is my life, its a constant battle and struggle, but i make do, i push myself as far as my body lets me without letting myself overdo it too much.

knowing this, you can probably imagine how scared i often am about summer. i get uneasy and close to passing out if i just take a shower with the water too hot, the heat of summer does so much worse.

in summer my vision goes white, no matter how much water i drink the world goes brighter and brighter, i nearly passed out on the road once. i get heat stroke fairly often, even wearing light clothing and having a cold cloth on the back of my neck isnt enough at times. in summer im like a dried up plant, dehydrated and overheated, somehow hanging on while looking and feeling like im one step through death's door.

anemia's a dick guys, i never realized how serious it was for me when i first got diagnosed, but i learned. the hard way unfortunately, but i learned about it nonetheless.

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#cass rambles #anemia #anemic #severe anemia #severely anemic #actually disabled #disability blogging #cpunk #physical disability #physically disabled #cripple punk #disabled #cripplepunk blog #cpunk blog #cripplepunk #crip punk #cripple punk blog #cane user #disability #physical illness

[universeofmuses]

(FrostShield rp) While storming through a Hydra hideout on a mission, taking down the agents and destroying their technology. There was a rumor that they had kidnapped someone and was able to use them as an energy source which didn't sound good. While searching the sub level, Captain America came across someone, he didn't expect to see. It was Loki, chained and hanging from the ceiling, the huge and heavy collar around his neck was glowing and didn't seem like it was from Earth. He was covered in bruises, cuts, and burns, he was also hooked up to several different machine and his blood was being takn away from through Iv into a machine which much be where they're getting their power from. Loki was a skilled sorcerer and the seidr was in his blood, they tried to take the talent for themselves but couldn't so they used him as a power source instead while also torturing him for any information they could get out of him. (I'll be playing Loki if you don't mind and this is sometime after Avengers, Odin sent Loki back down to Midgard to S.H.I.E.L.D. to serve out his punishments but the inside Hydra agents had it intercepted and took him away, covering their tracks by saying Loki escaped.)

Steve had been through an ordeal when he found out that Hydra had infiltrated and had taken over Shield since its inception. It killed him that he had to take down the organization that Peggy had worked her lifetime trying to create and get off the ground, but it needed to be done.

Thanks to Natasha's work in exposing the dirty truth of Shield/Hydra he had learned of so many of their deep underground highly disturbing projects around the world. The most recent once to come up on his radar was one about a bio-organic power source of an Asgardian nature, this of course had caused Steve to have a keen interest, if Thor was here he would be interested as well.

It had taken some doing and a great amount of work from some of the other avengers, namely Natasha to hack and track down the location of this lab. Steve had volunteered to go alone as it was a bit of a smaller base, by the time had cleared out the base and had found his way into the lab he had found the 'power source'. It was Loki! Steve had known that Loki had been banished to Earth for his role in the invasion with the Chitari, but he hadnt been aware that he had fallen into the hands of Hydra, though it wasnt all that surprising since he was under Shield surveillance.

"Oh my God." Steve said in a bit of shock as he moved to the fallen Asgardian and started to pull out the needles and tubes that were attached to the man. "No one deserves this, not even you." Steve said honestly, though the last of his words had a bit of a bite to him. There was still some bitterness over what he had tried to do, but this punishment didnt suit the crime in his view. "Can you walk? I can get you somewhere safe." Steve asked the man as he tried to get him on his feet, while the base was cleared, chances are if there were any stragglers they would find their way to where Steve and Loki were at the moment.

[deus-ex-mona]

they’ll forever be like ✨this✨, huh...

(attempted tl below the cut!)

Giving It Their Absolute All Whether They’re at Work, at Lessons, or on Breaks!

How do the processes of the creation of the songs and performances of Full Throttle4 (FT4) go?

YUI: First off, IV will write a song, and when he’s done with the arrangement, all of us listen to it and voice our opinions. Well, at that point, the song will always already be really, really cool, yannow?! IV is really awesome!

DAI: There are times when we’d come up with ideas for the lyrics too. When that happens, IV would put those ideas together nicely. As for the dance, MEGU would come up with it and I’d check it over, before practising it with him while thinking about our formation. After that, we’d show and teach the moves to YUI and RIO.

Your album was released in February. Please tell us some recollections you have from the time of its production.

YUI: We were holed up in our usual lesson room to work on it, but it was so much fun!

RIO: You brought along lots of snacks into that room, didn’t you?

YUI: It’s because singing makes me hungry, yannow? MEGU and DAI ate my snacks while I was caught unawares though!

DAI: If you don’t want your snacks to be taken, write your name on them next time.

We understand that you have been having lots of lessons and meetings in preparation for your album’s commemorative live performance, but have there been any memorable occurrences within this time?

YUI: It has to be that, right? That time when IV got mad mid-lesson (lol).

DAI: It was during that break when me, MEGU, and you got into a dance battle, right, YUI?

YUI: We got really fired up, didn’t we?! But all of us got too excited, to the point of being drenched in sweat (lol).

DAI: When IV and RIO got back from their meeting, their faces went completely white from shock.

MEGU: And then IV told us “It’s your break, so you should be resting properly!” all angrily. Even though he’s always working without any regard for his own breaks, y’know~?

YUI: Well, that did take up more energy than our actual lesson. Let’s be sure to hold back next time.

RIO: Does the thought of taking your breaks normally even exist in that head of yours?

Music is Always Their Cue for Their Activities and Reconciliation

In a music video, all of you were seen performing on the streets while dressed in your school uniforms. What made you decide to perform on the streets?

RIO: It was because YUI had gotten so excited after hearing a song that IV had written that he started to sing along on our route home when we were in Middle School, right?

YUI: I couldn’t help myself because the song was just so good!

MEGU: People started to gather around after DAI and I joined in with our dancing, right~?

YUI: There were only a few of them, but they were as pumped up as we were. It was really fun!

DAI: We talked it over with IV after that, and that’s how we started to do street performances for reals.

By the way, you did not seem to have the best first impressions of each other, as seen from the instances of the dropkick and the fight, so how did you get to open up to each other like you do now?

RIO: DAI and I fought a little in the past. Back then, DAI took me to the infirmary after I fainted, so I was thinking about returning the favour for that, but… DAI and MEGU stole my lunch, and asked me to make some for them too. We started to hang out increasingly often after that, so I guess I can say that those lunches helped us to open up to each other? 

Incidentally, are there still fights and conflicts of opinions within the team?

MEGU: Speaking of conflicts, didn’t something like that happen when we were working on our album?

DAI: There was some trouble over a flavour of cup noodles, no?

YUI: I wanted to eat the salt flavoured cup noodles, but RIO grabbed it first.

RIO: When it comes to things like that, the fastest one wins.

MEGU: Sparks were flying between the two of them back then, right? (lol) When the recording resumed, they sang like nothing even happened, though.

DAI: This pattern of getting into a fight, only to return to normal as soon as music is involved, happens a lot.

Their Trick to Team Harmony is to Have Disputes with Each Other

In the last interview, YUI invited RIO out with a “Let’s go skateboarding”. Did you rise to the challenge?

YUI: I went skateboarding with RIO in the park when we had some free time amidst our work!

RIO: I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. It was a nice change of pace.

YUI: I thought that he’d have fallen more times than he did, but he rode the skateboard so easily. I didn’t have to teach him a single thing, yannow? Whether it involves cooking or even sewing, RIO’s skillfulness is wasted on him, isn’t it?

RIO: My bad for being a waste, then.

You all are such good friends. Is there a place where you would normally get together? 

MEGU: A place that we’d normally get together at would be our usual lesson room, I guess? We’d find ourselves gathering there, even without making plans with each other. Doesn’t that make us seem like we’re really great friends? (lol) And since the place is soundproofed, we can dance to the music with all our might, and talk about nonsensical things without getting scolded. Also, when we get hungry, we’d charge for RIO’s place, so there’s that too? (lol)

Each and every member of FT4 has strong personalities and assertiveness, but you give the impression that all of you mesh perfectly well together. What is your trick for team harmony?

RIO: If I had to give a trick for it, it would be to have disputes with each other… I guess? None of us hold back against each other, so we get into fights often… At times like those, IV would usually step in as a mediator and regain control of the situation. For some reason, everyone listens to IV. Well, we are the ones who would anger IV, though…

The members of FT4 also appear in the currently airing TV anime “Heroine Tarumono! ~The Unpopular Girl and the Secret Task~”. Along with talking about your upcoming activities, please give a message to your fans.

MEGU: I’m thinking of more ways to make you SICKS become more and more addicted to us, so look forward to it, okay?☆

DAI: I’ve been seeing activity from LIPxLIP all over the place lately. Well, they’re not as good as us, though.

YUI: Those guys are getting really fired up too, aren’t they? I saw them glaring at each other real hard a while back!

DAI: Aren’t they always like that, though?

YUI: There’s no way we’re gonna lose to our juniors! We’re always going at full throttle! That means we’re gonna keep going without ever stopping!

RIO: We will deliver songs and performances that only we can do straight to you. I’m counting on your continued support.

If FT4 Attended a Party, Would All of the Attendees be Grooving?!

If FT4 were to perform at a party venue, how would you hype everyone up?

YUI: I’ve got something that I wanna try! It begins with a really quiet intro, with only MEGU and DAI under the spotlights. Then, before the A-melody, the engines immediately kick into high gear, the lights start flashing, and everyone around would feel the groove!

DAI: There are parts that I do and don’t understand about what you just said (lol). Of course, I’d give the coolest performance that I could possibly give.

#some of the lines only make sense in japanese send h e l p ಥ‿ಥ #you can probably identify those lines with a single glance though lmfaoooooo #fedora throttle4 #fedora translations4 #instant ramen instructions comprehensions #...and yk what screw it i'm gonna commit to tling all of ft4's non-song related stuff. the world needs more dai dammit-

[prickly-pores]

mid2023

this app is such a time capsule for me. so many bad memories, so many good, so much growth has occured since i went on here daily for escape, inspiration, community, looking for meaning and solace. damn. my emotions are gratittude and pride rn. love to see it. 

life update wise time, this year, my little sister, newly18, moved in. I spent many weeks planning for, shopping for, and building her dream bedroom, full of bookshelves, fairylights, art, her first double bed, and even a window seat that I handmade using my growing tool collection, and i feel really good and warm about that. While i didn’t move out of home myself until i was sure she’d be safe, I was still worried for her. So its just good to be able to watch over her and keep guiding her through life n healing from the the scars of our childhood. I’m very grateful that my partner and I can provide her with a safe loving home environment to live out the rest of her teens. Especially given the housing and rental market these days. Having a the level of housing security we have is also just something i’ll truly never take for granted. 

I guess thats another thing I’m proud of this year. I’ve put so much blood, sweat and tears into making this house a home, I’ve taught myself so many skills from plumbing, tiling, plastering, carpentry, landscaping and how to use countless power tools. I’ve taken sledge hammers to walls, I’ve pulled up flooring and replaced it, I’ve trimmed out doors, I’ve hung doors, I’ve built cabinets and cabinet doors even benchtops from scratch, I’ve built so many bookshelves and painted so many walls, I’ve reupholstered, I’ve made and hung curtains, I’ve just taught myself so many skills and shown so much determination and pluck in the face of adveristy. I’ve pulled mutiple 80hr work weeks to finish projects I thought would be a simple weekend job. I’ve truly put my heart into this house and I am just so impressed with myself. True, I look around me now and see 101 unfinished projects, but I’ve progressed things so far, and for the first time ever in my life i’ve let myself really see my adhd as something to work with not against and the results have been astounding.... 

Relationship wise. no doubt about it. i am in deep. I used to think that deep love like this wasnt real or sustainable. or that it meant a type of unhealthy enmeshment. but i think ive realised, as scary as it is, u do just gotta be vulnerable, you’ve got to let them guards down to let someone in, to let yourself be cared for, to care for another, and i’ve never felt love like this before. every year that passes i feel closer to him than ever before. i dont believe in one off soul mates, yet our connection does feel like whatever people are getting at when they use that word. wild times. 

Overall checkin wise, I’m starting to feel more like my old self, or should i say my young self, that young girl who used to be full of energy, love and cheek. And that’s something I never would’ve imagined was possible. It really does get better... when you put the work in and find good people to surround yourself with, when u work thru your trauma with a therapist, when u have a partner whos willing to learn and grow with you, who serves as a corrective experience, as a model of secure attachment, age old wounds can begin to heal... 

anyway, its nippy outside rn and i just feel the biggest urge to go for a walk in a wide open field, climb to the peak, and yell into the wind. so imma go do that. 

[detelped]

my mental health has changed as ive grown, over time as I've matured, moved out, got jobs and learnt what life truly is, my whole attitude to life has changed. at thirteen/fourteen killing myself was all i could think about, if it wasn't that it was starving myself, cutting myself, taking drugs that would take me just close enough to the feeling of death and enable me to breathe for just a moment. almost scrambling, grasping with boney hands at a concept i couldn't quite hold, my attempts came in a frantic fashion, anything to gain control over my reality, anything to help people decipher the blood curdling screams that played on a loop in my head. I can't say i understood them even as they were happening, they were reckless and immature, always done with a tone of bittersweet naivety i was oblivious to. those days I'm sure i believed i was grown, that i understood the world, i believed pain came hand in hand with knowledge. but in reality it didn't.

these days my thoughts come slower, and with an understanding of the real way of the world. i haven't got the long string of unplanned, messy attempts i used to, i don't eat but it isn't so much a conscious attempt of harm, i don't snap at people, nor do i cry. i am in a sense peaceful, i understand the chaos, i am the chaos, but I've learnt to control it, i can still it. I watch the world go by, I watch my friends kill themselves, i see myself in third person getting raped, getting abused, it no longer feels personal. its emotionless, it's not happening to me, merely happening. maybe I'm still grieving the idea of happiness, watching everyone around me live to be the people they said they'd be. I can't hold down jobs, i cant sustain relationships, i cant bring myself to get groceries or iron clothes. there's merely no point, my brain has accepted the fact that when it comes to emotions, i am a shell. I used up my sadness carving words into my skin, used up my energy throwing up charcoal and bleach and pills and razor blades, staring into cracked mirrors and pulling out chunks of hair. I used up my voice screaming for my childhood sweethearts, my family members, teachers and friends to stop, I've been used up. it's taken time but i am an entirely new entity. i can subject myself to everything and anything, sex work, drugs, physical and emotional torment, none of it matters, Im no longer alive, i no longer feel. when i think of suicide it simply feels nostalgic, like walking into your childhood home, it feels like a dark foggy street lit by street lamps, silent, peaceful. it waits for me with open arms. I no longer rush towards it, there is no need. we know each other, we are old friends that keep coming back to each other. someday, we will meet, and whether far or near, i will embrace them for the last time and succom to the feeling i will have been waiting for my entire life. there is no fear, no grasping hands, no spluttering or stuttering, but merely a peaceful, solitary understanding. and a goodbye.

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Fifteen

Masterlist

Lucille: *sighs* I guess I'm going to go hang out with Hancock.

Nick: Hancock's in Goodneighbor, last I remember. You're going all that way by yourself?

Lucille: I mean... Curie's busy running the hospital, you and Dogmeat have to take care of Jasmine. And the robot's are on permanent guard duty. So yes.

Nick: Do ya have to go...? It can wait, can't it? I sure could use more company, specially now.

Lucille: I might make things worse. Set her off again. At least on the way to Goodneighbor I can rid the streets of raiders-

Jasmine: (Frowns. While Lucille isn't her favorite person right now, she sure doesn't want her to get hurt or possibly killed out in the Wasteland. Plus, Nick really could use someone to talk to right now…. She shifts again, tapping on Nick to get his attention) (Signing, her hands still shaking) “She should stay….” (Resting her head back on his chest, the headache not being very friendly still)

Nick: Hm? You sure?

Lucille: What did she say?

Nick: She thinks you should stay.

Lucille: ...Is she serious? I slapped the sense right out of her and she wants me around?

Jasmine: (Only nods against Nick chest. Like she said, she doesn't want to see her adoptive sibling get hurt or possibly killed…. again…. Even if said sister slapped the trauma right back into her and stabbed her with an unwanted stimpack and told her to kill herself)

Nick: Apparently so...

Lucille: ... *pulls the chair away from the bed and sits. She doesn't want to be close. She's already caused too much pain as it is. She starts to think she's turned into a monster Nick keeps warning her about. She killed Tektus and replaced him with one of DiMA's synths. She killed everyone in the Brotherhood. She blew up the Prydwen, then the Institute... now everything she's done to Jas... she sits staring at her hands*

Nick: You in there, Luce?

Lucille: Hug-? *looks up suddenly* Oh. Y-yeah... I- I'm here...

Jasmine: (Whimpers softly, tugging on Nicks coat. She is half afraid that she is about to make another dive for the IV still sticking in her arm, its somehow still getting more daunting)

Nick: *takes her hands* Better, doll?

Lucille: *thinking about all the lives she's taken in self defense... the families she's probably broken. The screams... she copes by helping people- by keeping herself busy*

Jasmine: (Nods, hiding her face back in his coat so she doesn't have to look at the IV or the leg restraints. She just tries to focus again on the sound of his inner machinery, which is now a comforting sound in her mind)

Nick: *it's a little more hectic sounding than normal. He's very worried for Jas*

Lucille: *but right now... she's still... the only time she's still is when she's asleep. Her mind starts to dwell on Patriot's suicide note. She tried to get everyone out of the Institute she tried to save them. Maybe he's right. Maybe she's vile and horrible. A murderer...*

Nick: *to Lucille* Kid?

Lucille: *starts to think maybe the world would be better off without her now she's done everything she set out to do...*

Nick: Lucille!

Lucille: *starts again* Huh-?

Nick: You've been really studying your hands with this... intense morose expression on your face for the past 10 minutes. You sure you're alright?

Lucille: I'll be fine, Nick. Just got a lot on my mind...

Jasmine: (Moves again to stroke Dogmeat on the head a few times, starting to cry a little again now that her energy has somewhat replenished. She recognizes the lost/distant tone and look on Lucille as she herself has been like that for years. But she can only cast the older women a teary glance. Lucille had tried, she was TRYING. That was the best thing someone could give or do out here, and there were too little of those people)

Dogmeat: *sad whine, this time at Lucille*

Nick: No. Out with it. Something's eating up my partner bad so it's my business to know-

Lucille: I said I'm fine... I've coped this long-

Nick: ... With the incident in the vault or something else?

Lucille: ... *lowers her head, stroking a scratch in the old synth hand absently*

Jasmine: (Hides her teary face back in Nicks coat, not wanting to say anything or draw attention)

Nick: Talk to me, Lucille. I gotta know. I can't help ya if I don't-

Lucille: Maybe I don't need help, Nick.

Nick: Like Hell you don't!

Lucille: *looks away* Nick... please... Just focus on Jas. It has nothing to do with you.

Jasmine: (Flinches and bites back a cry at the sound of Nick raising his voice, but otherwise remains still as tears still trickle out of her eyes. She hopes that Lucille at least talks with Curie about her troubles…. Although she understands if she doesn't)

Nick: If you won't talk with me at least with Curie...?

Lucille: ...No. It's no one's issue than my own.

Nick: Stop. None of this martyr bullshit. You need to talk to someone about this. Whether it's me or your wife, I don't give a damn. Just... whatever it is, don't let it eat you away.

Jasmine: (She can feel Nick tensing and hear it in his voice, which makes her flinch and almost cry out again. But she really hopes that Lucille talks with someone, before she ends up like her…. And lord knows Jas can tell when she sees a good person, and Lucille is one of them, even if she doesn't feel like it sometimes)

Lucille: ...Fine. You want to know what's wrong? I'm a murderer, Nick. I've destroyed so many lives just to get to this point... I... I may have built up 88... built up other settlements... People might call me a... a "hero"... but I caused to much pain. I've brought too much suffering. And I just keep doing it and doing it over and over again! Maybe I should just... dissappear.

Nick: *surprised by what he's hearing*

Jasmine: (She is really good at reading peoples energy and basing off her actions off them. The problem is that right now she is going into flight or fight mode based off the growing tension, even though there isn't anything wrong. So she just bites back other whimper and flinch, waiting to see what happens while making sure no one can see her tears. She is also partly surprised by Lucilles words, she never looked at the older women as a murder or destroyer. She just saw her as a Mom and a wife who was trying her best to help….)

Nick: No... You said it yourself. You've done so much good-

Lucille: At what point does that whipe the blood from my hands, Nick? You wouldn't make the same excuse for DiMA.

Nick: I certainly wouldn't make the same excuse for myself, either. I was with you through the worst of it. Unless you're lucky enough to live in Diamond City or at the very edge of the mountains, you're bound to put a bullet in someone's head out here- better it be self defense than cold blooded murder. Self defense, which, might I remind you, comprises most if not all of our death count?

Lucille: *looks down silently*

Nick: People will still suffer regardless of you dying or not. People might suffer even more if you suddenly disappeared. You've done a lot of good for this place. You made it home for a lot of folks... You have people who depend on you, look up to you... people who care a whole lot about you... our lives would be a hell of a lot darker without you in them.

Jasmine: (Remains still and silent, keeping her thoughts clear so she doesn't wander and make things worse by bursting into sobs)

Lucille: *solemnly* Okay... Thank you, Nick.

Nick: *still studying her with concern*

Lucille: *wants to hug him but he seems to have his arms full, so she just sits in silence, rubbing the scratches on her robot hand*

Jasmine: (Still a tense in Nicks arms as she snuggles closer to him as she cries softly. It’s been a hell of a day and she is just vulnerable to any kind of negative energy so this was more draining then it should have been. She is happy however, that Lucille at least listened to Nick and she hopes that the older woman sees the truth…)

Nick: Ssh... *rubs Jasmine's shoulders* You're safe, doll.

Lucille: *blinks at the hand. It had been through Hell already before it was hers. Everything she's been through. Every insane adventure- it was carved into that piece of machinery while belonging to the synth in front of her.* I owe you my life yet again, Valentine.

Nick: Eh. What's a little life debt between friends...?

Jasmine: (Relaxes at his words and comforting touch, taking a slow breath as her tears still fall. She is still surprised on how she can still be crying when she is exhausted beyond herself)

Nick: *starts to hum, holding his younger adopted daughter close to him*

Lucille: *sighs. She missed his singing. He rarely does it.*

Jasmine: (Her tears keep falling, but she fully relaxes again and even has a small smile at his singing. She still has her head rested on his chest, listening to his tune and inner workings)

Curie: *comes back in to check her IV. She quickly switches it out*

Nick: *pauses singing for a moment* You think you could take off her leg restraints? I think she'd get better sleep that way.

Curie: For now. But please alert me as soon as she starts to wake. *starts taking the leg restraints off*

Nick :Of course.

Jasmine: (Stays still for once, not having any energy to protest the IV so she just whimpers again and hides her face back in Nicks coat)

Curie: *finishes taking the restraints off* There we are. *looks to her wife* Are you doing okay, my love?

Lucille: As well as anyone can be in the wasteland, sweetheart.

Curie: Okay... *kisses her helmet*

Jasmine: (Shift's, moving her head to glance again at her legs just to assure herself that she is still fine)

Nick: Nothing's been cut. You're safe.

Lucille: *smiling behind her helmet* Go on... we'll talk later.

Curie: Yes, of course, my love... *smiles from around the corner of the door at the love of her life*

Jasmine: (Looks up at Nick with teary eyes, tilting her head) (Signing) “I have to make sure…” (Glancing down again) (Signing) “It can feel real again… No matter how long its been” (Sighs to herself. She gently starts stroking Dogmeat again, starting to really feel tired)

Nick: Again, I'm sure there's medication we can find to help with that...

Lucille: What's up?

Nick: The hallucinations again...

Lucille: Which ones?

Nick: The more benign ones. The kind you can feel and see despite the contrary.

Lucille: Got it.

Jasmine: (Sighs before taking a deep breath again. She has had enough meds and everything else for one day….)

Nick: Not right now, obviously... For now, rest.

Lucille: *looking off into space*

Jasmine: (Tilts her head, looking back at Nick with a frown) (Signing) “If you mean sleep, I don't want to do that again.”

Lucille: You gotta sleep at some point...

Nick: She would if it weren't for the nightmares.

Jasmine: (Shakes her head at Lucille, blinking rapidly) (Signing) “I hate sleeping, even without the nightmare.”

Nick: I know... I know... but your hallucinations will get worse without it.

Lucille: Listen to your Dad, Jas.

Jasmine: (Sighs, shaking her head again) (Signing) “Not convincing me this time. I can go days without sleeping, I will be fine.”

Nick: That's not healthy and you know it. Look- *exasperated sigh* I know you don't want to sleep because of the nightmares and how vulnerable it makes ya feel, but you have to.

Jasmine: (Huffs, looking at Dogmeat to avoid looking at Nick and Lucille. She starts stroking his puppy head again) (Signing) ”I already slept enough today, I will live, Im fine.” (Truth be told, she was barely awake right now. She wasn't laying down or resting her head on Nick chest so she didn't fall asleep. Sleeping just sounded like the worse thing right now…)

Nick: *huffs back* And you'll suffer for lack of it.

Lucille: Don't be difficult. You're just making things harder on yourself and everyone else around you- including Nick.

Jasmine: (Signing) “If I needed to sleep, I would sleep.” (Quickly wipes her still teary eyes. Honestly, she is just straight up too scared to sleep again, as she is almost always. Although, she had the worlds best guard dog laying right besides her)

Nick: Well at least try... *lays her down and throws a blanket over her*

Jasmine: (Shakes her head in protest, she would sit right back up if she wasn't so worn out) (Signing) “I’m not going to.” (Blinking rapidly)

Nick: Yeah. Yeah, you are. *gently strokes her head and starts humming to her*

Jasmine: (Huffs again, looking away) (Signing) “I can keep this up, you know that.” (She takes in a deep breath, feeling the exhaustion take over but she is not willing to let it win…. again)

Nick: *signs back as he keeps singing his daughter to sleep* No. No you can't.

Lucille: *smiling at the sweet sight* I'd almost assume the old Nick was a father at one point...

Nick: *starts signing at Lucille* I never said-

Lucille: I'm not very good at sign language. Sorry.

Nick: *stops sitting briefly to answer her* I never said he didn't have cousins... or a little sister.

Lucille: A sister? What was her name?

Nick: *smiles sadly for a moment* ...Jolene.

Lucille: Jolene? Like the song?

Nick: Funny. You are aware the name predates that by a few centuries, right?

Lucille: *laughs* Yes, I know!

Jasmine: (Signing, her hands shaking a little) “Yes I can.” (Starts pinching her wrists to keep herself awake. She doesn't register their conversation due to her mentally battling herself to stay awake)

Nick: *takes her hands to stop her*

Lucille: What was she like?

Nick: Oh, brilliant! She had a real knack for machines- grew up to be one fine mechanic. *smiles* You remind me of her sometimes...

Jasmine: (Huffs in protest, weakly trying to twist her hands free while slightly trashing her legs. Shes more determined than ever not to fall sleep again. Seems to her every time she fell asleep, things only got worse and worse…. For herself and others…)

Nick: *returns his attention to Jas* Please try to sleep... for me.

Jasmine: (Shakes her head, looking at him with her wide teary eyes, still struggling a little) (Mouthing) “I do not want to, I am scared….” (That was a big understatement, but he could probably see that)

Nick: Well, tell me what you're afraid of? Maybe we can work on that...

Lucille: Maybe it's of me...

Jasmine: (Pulls her tremblings hands back) (Signing) “You saw almost exactly why…. Also if I sleep, things get worse…. So I am NOT sleeping.” (Her tears slowly start to fall for the hundredth time today, her eyes looking straight back into Nicks)

Nick: *sad sigh* Things will get worse if you don't sleep...

Jasmine: (She just stares up at him, not able to come up with a good enough comeback)

Nick: So please try... *pets her head* I'll still be here when you wake up..

Jasmine: (Sighs, closing her teary eyes with a sob. She really doesn't want to sleep….. And she still wasn't planning on it)

Nick: *keeps petting her head, sadly looking over at Lucille*

Lucille: *worried about him... this is a pretty stressful situation he's been dealing with for a good day or two*

Jasmine: (Scoots a little closer to Nick, taking in another deep breath before its cut short by a half sob. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel a little safe, it was just that she was still scared on what could happen while she slept to herself and others…)

Nick: *strokes her hair* Let me worry about everyone else. You sleep...

Jasmine: (Reaches out and holds his free hand, letting herself start to drift off. She still didn't like it, but she so was overly tired. She reminded herself that her Dad and guard dog would keep her safe… They wouldn't let anything happen to her.)

Nick: *gently squeezes her hand, glad she's finally getting some shut eye*

Lucille: *seeing the detective act so fatherly is making her miss her dad*

Jasmine: (Musters everything in her willpower to mumble the same words again) (Barely audible) “I love you Dad…” (Didn't do justice for all the trouble she caused and is, but she hopes that Nick sees that she is grateful at least. Even if she didn't deserve any of this goodness and kindness….)

Nick: *small kind smile. Softly* I love you, too... kiddo...

Lucille: *eyes tear up a little, not that Jas or Nick can really see it. She remembers pulling all nighters studying for her law degree and faintly saying the same to her dad when he checked in on her before leaving for work at the police station. Remembers the gentle forehead kiss as she drifted off into a 2 hour nap before having to get up for class later in the day*

Jasmine: (Shuffles closer again, her breathing evening out as she finally falls asleep cuddled up next to Nick and Dogmeat)

Nick: *heavy sigh, thinking about the cruelty such a sweet girl like her endured... if he were a lesser man he would have given up helping people long ago with how vile the Commonwealth, pre and post war, could be. However, it's exactly that reason why he persists... If he were a lesser man, he would have wiped his hands clean of Jas. Close the case early. Maybe not give a damn whether she lived or died- but he does. More than he can really grasp. It hurts seeing such a gentle soul in pain...*

Dogmeat: *rests his head on Jas's shoulder in his sleep*

Lucille: *hugging herself lightly... all she can think about is her dad...*

Jasmine: (Sniffs on some tears in her sleep, snuggling into the blanket)

Lucille: *Quietly* Daddy... *quietly sniffs*

Nick: Luce? Are you crying...?

Lucille: Wh- No... sinuses...

Nick: ...Ah. Well then you'd be happy to hear I saw your father in her memories.

Lucille: *breath catches*

Nick: Turns out she stole evidence from the Cambridge police lock up and he was the unfortunate cop who saw her as she tried to make a sneaky escape.

Lucille: Was this... before-

Nick: Yeah. It was. Looked a little younger than what I have on file...

Lucille: *voice breaks. Softly* Daddy...

Jasmine: (Sleeping, thankfully somewhat peacefully)

Nick: Then he ended up chasing them through town. Never caught 'em though. Poor guy probably got reprimanded for it the moment he got back to the precinct.

Lucille: *sniffs sadly* And probably took it in stride... he was that kind of man...

Jasmine: (Sleeping still)

Nick: I doubt he would have let anything bad happen to them...

Lucille: Heh... probably let them off with a slap on the wrist... if their sad enough probably give them a shock blanket and cups of instant hot cocoa... *sniffs* The kind with the marshmallows in it...

Nick: Hehe... probably. They are just kids after all, seeking the truth.

Jasmine: (Sleeping, her nose scrunching in a cute way)

Lucille: What were they looking for again...?

Nick: The truth behind their father's death and where Jas came from. *frowns a bit in thought* Poor girl was found on top of the garbage as an infant...

Lucille: Gees. And I thought you had it rough.

Nick: Well, there's waking up on top of the trash with another man's personality and memories, knowing how to walk and talk, then there's being a literal baby... *More solemnly* I'm just glad someone had the decency to take her in and raise her as one of her own after such a rough start.

Jasmine: (Shuffles in her sleep)

Nick: *pets her head a little*

Lucille: I miss him...

Nick: Hm?

Lucille: My father... I miss him.

Nick: *looks down at Jas in thought then back at Lucille* ...He was a good man.

Jasmine: (Stops shuffling, her head now turned to be facing Dogmeat)

Dogmeat: *still curled up, snoozing away*

Lucille: He was a good father... *sniffs* I wish I could hug him... one last time.

Nick: *a memory flashes of Jenny, then another of Jolene... he nods understandingly*

Jasmine: (Her free hand that is draped on her chest twitches while her eyebrows scrunch slightly, still sleeping but it is a sign that something is creeping up already…..)

@lucilleandherrobots

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout oc #fallout original character #nick valentine #fallout 4 curie #fallout fanfic #dogmeat

[strawberryspeachy]

I cant even wake up in time to go out for a fucking hour

Whatever curse is on me keeps getting worse. I’m so fucking exhausted all the time and every time i get excited for something its taken away or ruined

Its bad enough i dont have anyone and that i cant wake up or stay up for the prime time of going out

Which is why i moved to an area where most of my salary is spent on fucking existing here

But now i cant even wake up for one damn fucking hour of going out

But i wake up fully awake in time to see the clubs are JUST about to close and waste my fucking life away

I hate being me. I want to be dead so fucking bad.

Tell me why. When i put in so much effort and thought and try so hard to make my classes good.

Apparently junior high in private school suck. They know they dont need to do anything to pass right through the system so theyre little fucking dicks about everything

I guess the annoying high school kids at my last school were the ones that were passed on through middle school

And now middle school is the only job i can get for next year. I hate private school junior high

I loved them in public school. But my god. Dealing with kids who refuse to do the bare minimum and even pushing them to try results in them throwing a tantrum bc they always get their way (sitting around doing absolutely nothing while complaining about having to do something they signed up to fucking do)

Ive read this is what american schools have turned into and yeah. Its fucking exhausting. what’s the fucking point. You cant teach anyone

Youre not allowed to just ignore those shit kids - even if you try they disrupt the class. So you cant teach the ones who WANT to learn because you have to teach to the dumbest kid in the class and no matter how low you go they go lower.

What’s the fucking point

Today in the advanced english class which the kids in the class CHOSE to be in - a girl i literally complemented so much last class because she did so well - and to other teachers commented how shes come so far from being super shy and on the verge of tears/crying at the beginning of the year - back to crying today

Crying because i asked her to speak english in the advanced english class that she chose to do saying she thinks ill be mad at her if she makes a mistake WHEN I NEVER GET ANGRY AT STUDENTS. LITERALLY NEVER. Meanwhile her homeroom teachers literally screams at them and guilt trips them all the time. But he’s a man. Even to the kids apparently theyre fine with being screamed at by men. But let me - a woman - tell them to do their work and its a fucking problem

Its so fucking stupid because it sounds like im leaving out half the story. Or that ive spun it to sound better. Or that anything. Like this isn’t the full story. But it fucking is and this kind of shit has me exhausted. I see why teachers are leaving in droves. From reading about the conditions i already understood but my god is it so fucking exhausting.

The class i see 3 times a week. Theyve been a pain in the ass since day one. My other classes teachers always try to steal - not this one. No one likes them. Its like pulling teeth to get them to do shit

Theyve been getting better. Theyve been really good recently. I felt like i finally got them somewhere. They were doing so well. But no. They didn’t improve. Its like a rollarcoaster. I go from the quietest worst at english boys volunteering to go to the front and do an improv skit in english and the whole class actively engaging and having fun

To the next class they act like they cant understand a single word i say. They wont speak and act like theyre being tortured by a simple actively

I dont have the fucking energy. I fully understand those days that my teachers would tell us “if you dont want to try then im not going to either. Just there in silence till the bell rings” as “one of the kids who are trying so im sorry to you but your classmates ruined it for you” having been that kid. I got it then but i really fucking get it now.

Like do you think i enjoy nagging you. Is it really the fun trying to explain something to a kid staring at their friend fully understanding what theyre supposed to do and being entirely capable of it but deciding its more fun to make fun of the teacher in front of their face while pretending you cant understand

And i just have to pretend you really cant understand and keep trying.

Like im not their only english teacher. They have other english classes. Theyve been taught how to read. Theyve learned grammar up to “if you could fly what would you do” “i would…” they fan make sentences and understand at the level of a preschooler. And telling them to talk about a topic that they like - i know they can have conversations in english. Theyve done it many times. Tell them to do it and use their new grammar- cause thats my class - using the fucking shit they’ve learned beyond textbook shit

No all of the third years this week refusing to say anything more than “nice” “yea” “oh really” “i like” “oh mhm”

I’ve always thought school needed reformed. There was no reason that i should have been so stressed out all the time over school. I still believe that. But i know the world deciding to make school a fucking joke where no kid fails. You cant make them do anything. You cant punish them. Its not to make the learning environment better. Its to make a bunch of fucking idiot adults who cant critically think, dont have any working knowledge of the world, have no desire to learn and dont know how to teach themselves, and think that theres no repercussions for their actions so that when someone is unfairly targeted theyll just think “man they must have done something think REALLY bad”

The ones that WANT to learn. That try hard. Theyre honestly so far and few between and theyre punished for it. Why try hard when youre the only one who actually gets graded on your work. You work hard and get a B your classmates does fucking nothing and gets a C then the lazy one does ANYTHING and ya gotta encourage them to keep doing that so they get an A. They suck at school(refuse to try) so they should get rewards for literally anything else so they dont feel bad about themselves

Ridiculous. It sucks that the worlds gonna get stupider. The current school children are gonna be stupider than boomers. And the fact that they have no rules… at least old people to in trouble all the time as kids and were forced to be respectful to others and understand repercussions.

[valdederon]

FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #14 ancient secrets and difficult combat

with in minutes of valdederon beeing surounded hebegins dodging attacks from the ancient gollems witch use elemtntal magic attacks one even using a type of lava magic melting the stone floor in spots

valdederon---- well this is a dam fine situation isnt it.. fuk sake.

he dodges out of the strikes and uses a quick attack to dart through a gap out of the room to get some distance and begins firing stone bullet spells to see how efective thed be only taking out 3 of the more delapidated golems the stones bouncing off the others so he switches up to wind type blade spell witch cuts into the thick stone causing light cracks.

valdederon---well..thats good to know.wind blade works to some extent.. but theres to many of them to try an use it repeatedly.

for an hour valdederon fights the hyper agressive gollems dopping them slowly 1 at a tyme having to focuse all his energy at one target at a time to take them down with any speed only having taken out 7 he pants heabily and notices at a fiar few are lined up in a perfect row and unleashes a holy javiline the spear of ligning ripping 12 in hallf all at once the other gollems backing up slighly reccognizing the danger of bunching up close together the cores of the 12 golems melted into ap udle of molten stone silver and gold.

valdederon---fuking hell these buggers are smart..

panting heavily valdederon holds his staf up and out forward of his body staring down the rest of the 31 golems both sides at a stale mate neither side making a move giving valdederon ample time to rest and recover some of his arcane power and physical stamina. soon one golem aproaches non agressively core yellowish orange instead of agressive red as if aproaching to end the stale mate.

valdederon--- can you rock heaps speak..niether one of us have gained much ground and youve all seens my holy javiline spell can tear you apart.. and to get to me youd have to enter the hallway witch would become a kill box.

the golem begins projecting poke script in the air with a magic projection

gollems pokescript --- state your business in this sacred place flesh bag.. or be torn apart

valdederon-- realy.. rock for brains.. kill box… holy javiline.. 12 dead at once.. i have more powerful and destructive spells by the way.. call me by my name.. valdederon and ill answer your question.. other wise ill come in and destoy the rest of you.. all 31 of you..

the gollem takes a moment to process it and reply

gollem pokescript --- verry well valdederon.. state your purpose in this sacred place

valdederon--- at the moment exploring and looking for any valuable knowledge.. if your willing tp part with it id also like to take some jewels and gems to help pay for the damage i caused in my guild i dont wish to plunder your.. sacred grounds dry..

the gollems all seem to think while stading still. untill attacking att at once valdederon sighing in anoyance

valdederon--- fine.. your funeral holly javiline i callapon you split your self into many and pierce my foes

a laerge gold ligning spear forms and splits into several smaller ones from edge to edge filling the hall way and unleashing them selves into the golems in a coninuous volley like a macgine gun mowing down an army after a short 10 minutes all thats left of the gollems ias a molten puffle as valdederon walks back to the room finding many books and even a old note paper next to a long dried ink well and a feather pen inside it he picks up the note and begins to read it.

(( WARNING DESCRIPTIONS OF HATE AND ABUSE OF ANOTHERS RACE ))

note ->-- i find my self one of verry few left who still rembers the old ways of magic.. my name is sellpheema and im in some ways consideered an infadell.. the fairies have tried to shield me but the world changes and its become bigoted.. hateful distrusting.. im a half blood. a vile sach of flesh.. ive even been caled tainted fairy.. my best friend was exacuted weeks ago he was a kind boy only 326 years old.. still a young adult. his wings were riped off of his my mother a clefable told me to run and find some place safe to hold down. my dad a type of fairy called a pixie is probably out exploring old ruins and researching them. if you find this note and this old crypt treat my treasures with respect and love my delphox friend left me his staff and left a coupel days ago ugh ill have to build gollems to protect my crypt here i leave you the reader evrything i posess in the event im long since passed on. please stay safe and stand up to bullies revive magic in this world.

valdederon--- poor guy must have been rough no wonder the gollems were agressive.. ill collect this stuff after reading up thes books. ha ha vex will be happy to have some new books in the archives.

he looks through the books carefuly turing the pages by using psychic on it avoding tearing the delicate and fragile paper thats hundreds of years old or older eventualy finding out that magic once existed commonly along side pokemon some pokemon even beeingable to use magic and a diagram of the planet with 4 dots in a squar shape that form the 4 arcane nexus gates witch are now long since closed

valdederon-- odd if the arcane nexus gates are closed how can i still use magic.. could it be because my soul is conected to this world and my old world . ill have to research into it and this dark presence mentioned in the last 4 books.. its odd as well as if somthing evil is trying to pluncg the planeti into perril.

he uses his item box spell and puts evrything accept the staff in it and begins to search for an exit out of the ancient crypt eventualy finding his way out the sun now setting as he heads back to the guild furr dusty and matted from the fight and he walks up to the archives slowly and exaustivly knocking on the door to see if vex is awake to wicth she opens the door with a groggy smikle

vex--- you look like a ryhorn ran ya over.. whats up kid

valdederon--- stumbled into a crypt full of gollems and found some books for you they need to be restored and such they are evrry dellicate.. i had to use psychic just to read them they are on the verge of becoming dust.

she smiles and heads inside with valdederon and he uses psychic to pull the books out of his item box and gingerly sets them on her work table.

vex--- aint seen parchment like this in a good thousand years or so. these books are verry valuable good on you for not touching them ill get to work right away.. ill give ya some coin for them so you

valdederon shakes his head

valdederon---ive got all i wanted from them plus there were other treasures in the crypt to so i can pay back the guild for the mess i caused awhile back.. im sure the guild could also do some shopping to .

he heads to the guild masters quarters were he still sleeps and smiles when kleo and tiga both growl alittle

kleo---were have you been

taiga--- why is your furr a mess

valdederon--- kind of got stuck in a crypt while i was exploring the forrest abit might have alos melted a few gollems as well but i also came back with books for the archives and some treasuers for the guild

they sigh and chuckle at the explanation.

taiga-- well go get cleaned up and then in the morning we can look at what you got for the guild

valdederon--- i found more then just the treasures.. i found questions and more info about this world.. old secrets this world used to have magic but the sources of the magic have been closed off. tomorrow ill deposit the treasures in the guild treasury and head to the training hall im more determined now to be a pheonix hawk there are lots of questions that need answers.

he heads to the bathing hall and gets cleaned up and then comes back laying down and promptly passing out snoring deeply.

[pinkseas]

[parasocial bestie] GOOD EVENING BESTIE!!!! CHEERING U ON!!!! although itll take another few days weeks months for u to finish the fic its totally understandable why it takes that long like!! even as an artist, working on a supposed 4 hr art can take Weeks without that energy. it could be me who doesnt write tho but id always think writers have it hardest to do all the brain connecting the Thinking the Gears Moving in their head to figure out every scene every dialog every word that fits to get a perfect imagery of sumn and i respect dat... i respect yew!!!! SO DO UR BEST ALYYYYYY ILYSM YOURE DOING SO GREAT WITH UR CURRENT WORDCOUNT ALREADY 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💖💞💞💕💓💖💓💕💓💖💓💓💓💖💓💕💓💖💓💖💓💓💖💞💕💞💖💓💖💓💖💓 ONTO THE NEXT FEW THOUSAND UR SO CLOSE 👊👊👊👊 BEATS THE BURNOUT BEATS EVERYTHING THAT STOPS U FROM WRITING AND BEING THE BESTEST 👊👊👊💥💥👊💥💥💥👊💥💥💥

NO BC LIKE AS SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T DO ART. i will never ever ever understand how u guys do it. anyone can picture things in their mind to some degree but how in the everloving FUCK do you make that picture REAL>?????????????? proportions shading colors how the FUCK do you do the little glowy thing how do you make it Look Right how do you make it Look Good like. ive been doing creative writing in various ways to various degrees for over a decade now and i am still So Very Mediocre i STILL couldnt explain to you how i do it or how it happens and im sure if i had that same experience with art itd be different but. i do Not have that experience with art. so instead i stare at said art and go Hey Genuinely How The Hell Did You Do That and love it with all my heart

i dont even understand how other writers write like wdym you have a PLOT you have PACING you have proper balance between characters pertaining to who you want to focus on the most/least what do you MEANNNNNN you found the most gorgeous words and turns of phrase to make something sound Exactly write or get an Exact image into someones head like. HELLO ????????????????

dorry that got away from me i may be okay at writing but i am SO very fucking good at rambling every time without fail amen <3

anyways more importnatly GOOD EVENING I LOVE U SO SO SO FUCKING BAD I SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY WENT 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 & then powercry emoji x2345987345 like man. MAN.

onto the next few thousand 😁😁😁 <- words of someone who would KILL to be able to accomplish this tone and such in So Many Fewer Words but who does Not Know How To Do That so ten hundred billion words it is 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THANK U FOR BEATING UP THE BURNOUT I RLY NEED IT like its barely gotten in the way yet ive taken enough breaks given myself enough time it is just SO FRUSTRATINGGGGGGGGGGG knowing that i need those breaks and need that time like why am i not allowed to just be the specialest person in the whole wide world who never burns out ever hm? hmmm? do i not deserve it have i not suffered enough

not to be soooo silly but i genuinely cannot express how much it means to me and how much it has meant to me from the very first little comment that you just. IDK IDK IDK. you care so much and you're so fucking NICE about it and so passionate about it and EVERY single time we ramble about ANYTHING it inspires and pushes me so much and i love love love talking to you and like. u simply did not need/do not need to be constantly so fucking sweet and encouraging and wonderful about everything all the time ever but then you Are and then i die and and and <- maybe its a good thing i didnt try forcing myself to write too much this morning if this is the way im wording things today 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 idk it is just. ily so bad and i am so so happy and grateful every time i see u in my silly little inbox and to this day i owe u my Life for the thoughts that u have brought to my silly little brain and

yeha. yeah. yeah. Yeah. explodes into a billion pieces

#parasocial bestie tag #DORRYYYYYYYY MY BRAIN IS SO FRIED RN IDEK WHY :SOB: <- girl who has written so many thousand words the past week