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autobot2001 · 2 months

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Fluffy February 2024 Writing Masterlist

Masterlist for @fluffyfebruary & @fluffbruary All prompts were wriiten in the transformers fandom. Focusing on 2 couples Drift X Jamie (OC), Sunstreaker X Lily Jones (OC) or the six friends together; Crosshairs, Drift, Sideswipe. Sunstreaker. Lily Jones (OC) and Jamie (OC). Find all 29 prompts under the cut due to how long this post is.

Day 1; Fun in The Snow With Friends Description; Fun in the snow with friends. Prompts used: FluffyFebruary; snow | Fluffuary; hot

Day 2; One of The Happiest Days of His LifeD Description; Sunstreaker is eager — but also nervous — to propose to Lily. Prompts used: FluffyFebruary; eavesdrop | fluffbruary; engagement

Day 3; Entertain Description; A walk on the seashore doesn't help Jamie's mood, but watching Sideswipe lose races to Lily does. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; entertain | February; umbrella, seashore, mist

Day 4; Photography Lesson Description; Sunstreaker teaches Lily how to use his camera. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; learn | February; camera

Day 5; Never Leaving My Family Description; After successfully helping Jamie get to sleep, Drift sits with Crosshairs outside. He brings up how Crosshairs hasn't returned to Cybertron. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; planet | February; inertia, lullaby

Day 6; A Nice Night Together Description; Drift and Jamie have a nice night together. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; fire | February; desert

Day 7; Unchecked Anger Description; Crosshairs' anger results in a shattered glass. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; pain | February; potatoes, blue, glass.

Day 8; How Things Turned Out Description; Crosshairs realizes how stressed he is. He finds Drift sitting on the bed, smiling. He's not surprised for the reason why. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; smile | February; shower, blessed, layer

Day 9; So Much For A Relaxing Walk Description; A walk to relax doesn't go as planned for Crosshairs and Drift. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; storm | February; urgency, kneel, rural

Day 10; It's Just a Cold Description; Jamie is sick with a cold, but past trauma causes Drift to struggle to leave Jamie's side even though he knows she'll sleep all day. Warning; None Prompts used: Fluffy February' care | February; flush

Day 11; Much Needed Discussion Description; After Crosshairs finds Drift, the two have an important conversation about communication and self-care. Warning; mention of self-harm Prompts used: Fluffy February; quest | February; reflection, water, apology

Day 12; Daydream Description; After talking to Crosshairs about thinking he needs to be better with mental discipline, Drift finds himself daydreaming while watching Jamie train with Lily. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; diciplene | February; graceful, blanket

Day 13; A Nice Day Out Description; Drift and Jamie have a nice day out. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; splurge | February; choice, snuggling

Day 14; Valentine's Day Description; Drift has plans for Valentine's Day, even after the great day he and Jamie had yesterday. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; free day | February; bubble bath

Day 15; Baking Class Description; Drift takes Jamie to the bakery for a baking class. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; craft | February; cord, bakery, honey

Day 16; Horseback riding Description; Vivian's neighbor invites everyone to ride horses. Warning; bone Prompts used: Fluffy February; spontaneous | February; neighbor, desire, horse

Day 17; Morning Cuddle Description; Drift would rather stay in bed with Jamie. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; pleasure | February; tactile, curtains

Day 18; Ask Her to The Dance Description; Drift wants to take Jamie to the Valentine's Day dance at the N.E.S.T. base. Warning; Brief mention of poor mental health. Prompts used: Fluffy February; shadow | February; cologne, gradual

Day 19; Another Good Day Description; Cogman and Vivian have another idea of how Drift and Jamie can spend time together. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; partners | February; tea cakes, feature

Day 20; Calming Rain Description; Drift is up at two in the morning, watching the rain. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; rain | February; smooth, glitters

Day 21; A Kind of Therapy Description; A Kind of Therapy Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; reward | February; photography, pepper

Day 22; Not Everyone is Having Fun Description; The six friends play a game Lily and Sideswipe created based on a video game they've been playing. Sunstreaker is displeased with the idea. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; sacrifice | February; key, silly, quest

Day 23; Valentine's Day Dance Description; Drift and Jamie go to the Valentine's Day dance at the base, but Drift worries Jamie won't have a good time. Warning; mention of poor mental health Prompts used: Fluffy February; dance, kiss | February; rhythm, chalk, humor

Day 24; Care Description; Ratchet checks on Jmaie and gives her medicine to help her. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; apology | February; fuzzy

Day 25; Afternoon Date Description; Drift and Jamie on an afternoon date. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; kiss | February; fox, twilight, sweat

Day 26; Care Package Description; Sunstreaker visits Jamie with a new blanket and cookies. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February | February;

Day 27; You Have Me Worried Description; Crosshairs worries about Drift keeping emotions bottled up. Warning; emotional breakdown Prompts used: Fluffy February; protect | February; table, laundry

Day 28; Play Me a Song Description; Drift gets Jamie to play piano for him. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; shy | February; reward, shelter, piano

Day 29; Breakfast Together Description; Drift and Jamie enjpy breakfast together. Warning; none Prompts used: Fluffy February; fresh | February; breakfast, sign

One Terrible Cold Description; Jamie is sick with a terrible cold. Warning; None Combining Fluffy February & fluffbruary day 10; care, flush. Day 24; apology, fuzzy. Day 26; recovery, fluff, care package Also includes febuwhump day 18; too weak to move.

#fluffy february #fluffy february 2024 #fluffbruary 2024 #fluffbruary #fluff #Autobot2001 fluffy february 2024 master list

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chronicallyqueercoining · 2 years

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heyo ! i'd love some neopronouns related to: goth, grunge, punk, horror, halloween & clowns ! tysm.

DISCLAIMER: NOT ALL THESE PRONOUNS ARE UNIQUE TO ME, SOME ARE FROM ALREADY COMPILED LISTS! (Mostly @pronounsrus ) ALL REQUESTED TYPES UNDER THE CUT! LONG!!! POST!!!

Goth/Horror/Halloween:

bat / bat / bats / bats / batself bit / bit / bite / bites / biteself blood/blood/bloods/bloodself bo/bone/bones/bones/boneself Cat/Cat's/Catself co/coffin/coffins/coffinself da/dark/darks/darkself Dus/Dusk/Dusks/Duskself fa/fang/fangs/fangself mon/monster/monsters/monsterself Moon/Moons/Moonself na/nail/nails/nailself Nix/Nix/Nix/Nixself no/ir/nos/irs/noirself ro/rose/roses/roses/roseself sha/shado/shadow/shadows/shadowself spi/spite/spites/spiteself tee/teeth/teeths/teethself vei/veil/veils/veilself ⚰️/⚰️/⚰️/⚰️ 🪦/🪦/🪦/🪦 vam/vamp/vamps/vamps/vampself Te/Tear/Tears/Tearself dar/dark/darks/darks/darkself des/despair/despairs/despairs/desself ha/haun/haunt/haunts/hauntself cor/corpse/corpses/corpses/corpseself gra/grave/graves/graves/graveself sku/skull/skulls/skulls/skullself magic/magic/magics/magicself night/night/nights/nightself lyr/lyra/lyras/lyrself Skell/Skeleton/Skeletons/Skeleton's/Skeletonself 🖤/🖤/🖤s/🖤's/🖤self 🦇/🦇/🦇s/🦇's/🦇self poison/poison/posions/poisons/poisonself rot/rot/rots/rots/rotself phan/tom/phantoms/phantoms/phantomself doll/dolls/dollself Trick/Treat/Tricks/Treatself (trick or treat themed)

Punk/Grunge:

rot/rot/rots/rots/rotself skull/skull/skulls/skulls/skullself ash/ashes/ashself spike/spikes/spikeself rock/rocks/rockself dirt/dirts/dirtself Nothing/Nothings/Nothingself Hate/Hates/Hateself

Clowns:

Boing/boings/boingself Honk/Honks/Honkself Balloon/Balloons/Balloonself Silly/Sillys/Sillyself Funky/Funkys/Funkyself Bounce/Bounces/Bounceself goofy/goofys/goofyself XD/XD/XDS/XDSELF Weird/Weirdo/Weirdoself Sun/Suns/Sunself Glitch/Glitchs/Glitchself hop/hop/hops/hops/hopself clown/clowns/clownself Juggle/juggles/juggleself Jest/jester/jesterself

#Neopronoun #neopronouns #mogai blog #neoprns #neo pronouns

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sinvyrin · 1 year

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“Tohias,” he said as he kicked his legs against the wall. His bright green eyes watched Chaus as the two of them sat on the high garden walls of the estate’s eastern boundary. From there, they could both see the ocean rolling toward the sand of Eversong while they waited for the signal to leave and join Kael’thas’ coterie away from the scourged lands.

Chaus’ eyes were paler than Sin’s. The younger man thought they looked like emeralds caught in sunshine, but Chaus only laughed when he said so. Still, it was easy for Sin to watch them when the Lord spoke. “Tohias,” he repeated, saying the name with some level of idle surprise, like he expected it to be something else. “Of what house?”

“--ah. Duskvow. But I was never part of it.”

The older elf made a polite noise of understanding as he looked out over the seaside. “A bastard, then. I suppose it's hardly a surprise. House Duskvow is full of sons that don't look like their noble mother.”

Sin laughed shortly, unoffended. “That's what I hear,” he drawled, twisting his position to turn more fully toward Chaus. “Probably doesn't matter much now anyway. I don't even know if he's alive after all this.” He couldn't help but look past Chaus where the wreckage of half the city loomed like jutting bones puncturing the horizon where proud towers and homes once sat.

“Well,” Chaus said. He stepped away from the wall as he saw a streak of Fel cross the sky from the shore, signaling the arrival of the last boat. “I expect you'll live up to Sin easier then any house that remains here. Shall we?”

Chaus didn't have to ask twice. Sin slipped off of the wall, following in the other man’s shadow like a loyal hound.

“Tohias!”

The name cut through him like a knife. It was as if a choke chain wrapped around his neck and tightened until the only option was to fix his stare upon Chaus. Sin was covered in blood, standing above a pair of corpses with their throats slit; the humid air made it stick to his skin and thicken, coating his armor and coagulating in his curls. “Don't call me that,” Sin snapped, but his attention never left Chaus while his heart thudded in his chest.

“Then don't make me call you that,” Chaus countered, hurriedly shutting the door before anyone could see the death that the sinner had wrought. They were Kael’thas’ men, both of them -- and judging from their insignia, only a rank higher than Chaus’ himself. “Are you a fool?” He hissed.

“Am I a fool?” Sin looked at him incredulously, his heart sinking in his chest and the fire of his anger growing cold. “Chaus, they came to recruit you to go fight the Lich King. The fucking scourge! These are the only two with your name on the list, the rest I took--”

“Clean up the bodies,” he replied curtly, his tone curt and short, leaving no room for argument. “Go back to my camp and wait for me to return.”

Sin knew that tone and he hated it -- the one that Chaus used to talk to his servants, his vassals. His grip went white-knuckled around his knife and he opened his mouth to speak, but Chaus was already gone again, left in a darkened room with the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears and two dead men at his feet.

“Tohias.”

Sin’s eyes snapped up like he was awakened from a dream. His pale, dead eyes locked onto Chaus’ face, tense and ready. Sin didn't know how long he had been leaning against the wall, soaked in shadow while Chaus watched the scouting party breach the Citadel.

He prowled to the man’s side -- his lover, his master, the remains of his cold, empty heart -- and he felt his chest tighten at the barest tilt of Chaus’ head toward him. The barest acknowledgement and attention fed him like a starved dog until he was ready to fall on his knees at Chaus’ word, if he so wished it.

But he knew that is not what Chaus wished. He tracked the other san’layn’s gaze onward the creeping shadows that moved through the Citadel, too close to the Blood Hall for comfort.

“Kill them.”

It was all Sin needed to hear. He left the shadow of Chaus’ side, moving silently away. His dead heart sang in his chest: he would kill then for Chaus. He would leave their corpses at the gates, drained of blood like empty husks, and let it be a warning for anyone else who was foolish enough to tread close to his domain.

There was nothing more dangerous, or so stupid, as a man in love.

#wow: sinvyrin #moon guard #world of warcraft rp

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wonderland-journals · 11 months

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one day... ☆

🔞🔞**CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP 21+**🔞🔞

★ pairing: Toru Oikawa & f!reader ★ word count: 3.4K

★ cw/tw: single parent reader, PTSD flashbacks, Toru is a great friend, negative self-talk, depictions of DV, threats

**This fic is not intended for immature audiences and does contain dark content. You must be 18 or older and mentally mature to enjoy. Don’t like it, don’t read it. The author is not responsible for your sense of comfort and your preferences.**

This story is based on real-life events.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was that the familiar ache in your bones was back, and that had you burying your face into your pillow as you let out a low groan. The sharp stab between the shoulder blades dragged itself down your spine like the scratch of a sharpened knife over the skin. It was pressing just hard enough to feel the sting but never hard enough to draw blood. You didn't want to move because that would only spread the pain. Just like it did every morning for far longer than she would like to admit. After a few minutes, you slowly pushed your upper body up, wincing at your back's popping sound when it arched inwards. Without even looking at the clock, you knew what time it was.

Too damn early.

Too damn early for the radio to play whatever pop hit was topping the charts right now. Too damn early for this weight to begin settling in the center of your back until it was almost uncomfortable to breathe. Too damn early for little footsteps to be running down the hall in her direction.

"Five more minutes…." You whispered to the darkness of your room as you dropped back down on the bed and buried your face into your pillow again. "Five more minutes, and I'll get up. I’ll be a normal, functioning member of society. I promise."

The pattering of tiny feet stopped just before your door, and you held your breath. One second, two seconds, three. By some stroke of luck, your muffled request to no one was answered, and you could hear the squeal of delight from the other side as the footsteps suddenly retreated, and you couldn’t help but exhale softly. The song from your radio speaker shifted to a slow tune of low notes and muted vocals. While the lyrics were incomprehensible, their key had a twinge of sadness that touched on an emotion you would have preferred to keep buried deep.

You couldn't afford to lay there and cry; there was too much to do. The regular reminders alert went off on your phone as if on cue. The screen flashes in your peripheral with the notification of your extensive to-do list.

'It never ends… I don’t have time to cry.' You told yourself when the weight on your chest became heavier. Even as it became suddenly harder to breathe, you pushed yourself back up until you sat back on your calves in the center of your bed.

'It's time to get up~' The small voice in your mind whispered. Shaking your head, you turned around so that you were sitting on your butt. Facing the door that seemed further away now than it was. 'Don’t disappoint me now…'

"Shut up." You hissed under your breath, bringing your hands up to cover your ears as if that could quiet the echoing laughter in your mind.

'Everyone’s laughing at you, you know?'

“Shut up…”

‘Stupid, pathetic little girl who can’t even bring herself to get out of bed…’

“Stop it…”

‘You’re haunted…’

A cold breath sent chills down your spine, followed by the phantom touch of a finger tracing over your forearm. It was too damn early for this, too early for the monsters in your mind to be taunting you like this, paralyzing you in place.

“Mommy!”

You needed to get out there.

“Mommy, wake up!”

You open your mouth to respond to the tiny voice, but nothing comes out. Your words were stolen from you by the mangled hand that crawled up your chest until it could wrap its fingers around your neck, slowly tightening its grip until you could no longer breathe.

‘Useless!’

‘Leave me alone!’ You wanted to scream back.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see the shadows in the corner of your room morphing into a thing of nightmares. Your nightmares. It had no eyes, mouth, or natural shape that could be explained. Somehow, though, you knew when it moved to stand. Even without feet, you could hear the footsteps on the hardwood floor.

The hand wrapped around your neck slowly released, and you took a moment to gulp in a deep breath before turning your head to look at the shadow creature. “Just leave me alone…” You whimpered in a small voice, slowly bringing your knees up to your chest. It didn’t speak, but its unsettling hiss sounded in your mind in response instead. “Please…”

One arm hugged your knees closer to your chest while the other raked your nails through your hair, tugging at the roots at the crown of your head while you lower your face. You just wanted to hide. Wanted to scream. Wanted to do something besides sit there pleading for help like some defenseless damsel in distress.

‘Why even bother?’ Its voice was a low rasp now. Each word scratches across your brain like nails on a chalkboard. ‘All you do is fail. You disappoint everyone . Just like he said~’

“No…” Your voice cracked on the single syllable. “You’re wrong… He’s wrong.”

‘Am I, though?’

You gasped as the voice shifted. Its pitch became one that you had prayed to every god you could think of never to hear again.

‘Useless fucking whore. Can’t even get out of bed to do your basic duties as a mother.’

“Go away.”

The radio still played on in the background, and you tried to focus on that, but it was muffled, muted as if it were being played underwater. You let go of your knees to cover your ears with your hands, shutting your eyes tight. A steady beat from the radio matched the rhythm of your heart.

“He’s not here. I’m safe. He’s not here. I’m safe.” You repeated the words over and over again because maybe one day you would finally believe it if you said them enough times.

“You’re just a voice in my head.” Your voice was hoarse, broken. Mouth dry as you spoke. “You’re not here.”

A dull ache was building in the back of your skull, and the hand that had previously been around your throat trailed its fingers up the side of your leg.

He would not be ignored.

‘You’re right. I guess you can’t blame it on me now, right?’ His raucous laughter was like a punch in the gut. Awakening phantom pains across your skin as flashes of your worst days played through your mind like a horror film. ‘I’m not even there.’

The pounding of your heart against your rib cage made you flinch from the intensity. All you could do was wish for some momentary solace to bring you out of this as the room around you distorted and slowly shifted into your old bedroom – the colors dulled and lifeless, save the bright light that shone under the closed door. Looking around, it was just as you left it all those months ago. The sheets tossed haphazardly on the queen-sized bed, barely concealing the teddy bear you had gotten from a county fair. A soft ringing came from the exit's direction, and you moved to step toward it, but you let out a sharp hiss as pain radiated up your leg from whatever you had stepped on.

Looking down, you saw the familiar shards of glass from a plate that looked like it had been thrown to the ground in a rage. All around you were signs of the abuse you had endured: holes punched in the wall, a shattered window, and the shattered pieces of an old phone. You shut your eyes tight, and when you opened them again after a few seconds, you were back in your room. Just as you were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the room shifted again. Flashing between your old room and your current one, you had to stifle a sob that threatened to escape you as you moved backward on the bed until your back hit the cool surface of your wooden headboard.

‘You can’t escape me…’

He wasn’t here, but you could hear the heavy footsteps making their way closer to you. Smell the smoke from his breath, rancid and suffocating as it blew across your face. Large, calloused fingers were wrapping around your smaller wrist in a warning. His hand slammed against the surface next to your head, causing you to jolt as he laughed at you.

He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in your room. This was all in your mind, but that didn’t make it feel any less real.

‘You can’t get rid of me that easy.’

“You’re not here.”

Even as you shut your eyes tight again, you could see him leaning into you and feel his chapped lips at the shell of your ear.

‘I won’t let you.’ He whispered, a teasing lilt to his words.

“You’re not here!” Your yell was muffled by your knees that you pulled close to you again. The tears flowed freely down your cheeks, dripping onto the crease of your elbows. The bite of your fingernails as they dug into your palms was the only thing keeping you somewhat centered.

Even still…

It didn’t stop you from seeing him pull back and look down at you in anger; his lips curled back in a snarl with his eyebrows furrowed together. He was spewing threats that spun round and around in your mind like a track stuck on a loop. He pulled your hair up to force you to look at him before releasing it, and you could feel the pulsing vein in his forehead when he pressed it against your own after jerking his head as if to headbutt you.

‘Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?!’

A beat of silence passed, and his face contorted in rage when he realized you wouldn’t respond. You turned your head to the side to avoid his eyes, but his hand came up to pinch your cheeks between his fingers – a slow wave of pain traveled down your spine as his fingers pressed into your jaw – and turned it back to look at him. The dull ache in your head grew worse as he pulled back a couple of inches and knocked his forehead against yours when you still wouldn’t answer him.

Two- three- four times.

‘You better look at me when I talk to you, bitch! I’ll knock your damn teeth down your throat if you ever raise your voice to me again!’

An apology bubbled on your tongue when he released your face, only for him to press his forearm into your neck - slowly applying more and more pressure to prevent you from getting the words out while yelling at you for not saying a word.

‘I could kill you, you know?’

You shut your eyes again and pleaded silently for him to disappear when you opened your eyes again, but when your eyes fluttered open, it wasn’t your room you saw; it was the cold blackness of his eyes showing you what hell looked like. No longer could you hear the radio in the background as it seemed to fade away rapidly in the seemingly far distance. The edges of your vision faded to black as fear clawed at your chest, and all you could do was silently scream into the void where no one could hear it.

‘You’ll never leave me.’

‘Help me…’

“Mommy!”

Then it all stopped. The echoes of his voice faded away like a distant memory, and you inhaled deeply. You no longer felt like you were drowning or choking. The pressure on your neck disappeared as quickly as it came, and your lungs burned with the rush of oxygen you breathed in while you wiped the remnants of your tears from your face.

Inhale. Exhale.

Breathe in.

‘Useless.’

Breathe out.

‘Pathetic!’

The sound of the door creaked open, and you could feel your mask come on. The forced smile that stretched across your face almost as if it had been there the whole time when you saw your best friend leaning against the doorway with your child sitting happily on his hip. His innocent smile brought you relief from the storm in your mind. Oikawa carefully set your child down on the ground and watched him run to you, and you immediately reached your arms out to hug him close. Taking in the faint smell of the peppermint lotion he liked to use in the morning and relishing in the comfort of his arms wrapping around your neck to hug you close.

“Good morning, mama.”

‘You don’t deserve him….’

You nod and hug him tight to you. “Morning baby…”

‘He’d be better off without you…’

Looking down at him, you wanted to commit that bright, innocent smile to memory. Let it continue to brighten the darkest corners of your mind that these nightmares of your past have tainted. This child, your child, was so innocent, so… happy. Some days you thought it was a miracle how he came out unscathed from everything you went through with his father. Then again, most days, you try not to think about it and just do what you can to preserve that smile.

“Your radio is loud, mama.” He pointed to the radio that was still on – playing some poppy tune that wasn’t on earlier – before patting your shoulder as if to get your attention when you didn’t immediately look at what he was pointing to.

“Sorry about that.” You never took your eyes off him as you reached over to the nightstand and turned off the music. “Better?”

He nodded and jumped off your bed before running out the door, giggling. As his footsteps faded away, the smile you had gradually slipped away, uncaring about the man in your doorway. As if he hadn’t seen your mask slip away before. Turning your head to look at the clock on your nightstand, the numbers flashed at you - a warning of the rapidly waning time remaining before he needed to get on his school bus. A curse almost slipped from your lips as you tossed your legs over the side of the bed, but before you could even stand up, Toru was walking over to you. He knelt before you and gently placed a hand on your knee, looking up at you with a determined glimmer in his eyes that you usually only saw when he was preparing for a volleyball game.

“I’ll take him to school for you.” You shook your head, ready to protest, but he held up his other hand to stop you. “Don’t lie to me. You’re in no condition to be driving by yourself right now.”

“I’m fine.” You croaked, turning your head to clear your throat before trying to speak again. “I’m fine…”

“You’re not.” Something in his tone made his words sound resolute, and you fought the urge to curl into yourself since you knew he didn’t intend it that way. “Just take a few minutes to yourself-”

“I don’t need it.” Your answer came out too quickly, and he released a heavy sigh of resignation that made your mind scrambling to correct your words. “I don’t want time alone.”

Toru nodded, rubbing small circles on your knee with his thumb. “Then how about you ride with us, and we can go to that little coffee shop you like afterward, okay?”

Your eyes met his, and you didn’t know what he saw in them, but suddenly you were being pulled into a hug.

His arms wrapped around you to hold you close while his face hid in the crook of your neck. “You don’t have to face this alone. I know you feel alone, but you’re not alone. I know he broke you and shattered you into someone you no longer recognize. You’re still here, though…” He whispered; you could feel his Adam’s apple bob in his throat when he swallowed before continuing. “You’re still here. You’re alive. You’re trying every day, and I’m so- I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Everything in you wanted to push him away. Your cheeks burned in shame despite the chill running up your spine that he even needed to comfort you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes that you didn’t want to fall because if they did, how would you stop?

“Toru-”

“No. You need to hear this.” He cut you off with a firm tone that left no room for interruption. He held you tighter against him; the heat that radiated from his body felt soothing against your trembling form. “Fuck your ex. He’s a terrible person for what he did to you. You didn’t deserve anything that happened to you.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes. “Do you understand that?”

‘He’s lying.’

“Toru…”

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” You could see the tears welling up in his eyes. His chin trembled, and his voice seemed to waver when he spoke now. It caused your eyes to widen slightly in surprise. “You didn’t deserve what he did to you, and I know your mind is being so cruel to you right now – I know… I’ll never call you weak though, because you’re not. You’re so strong, and I am so proud of you for waking up today.”

‘Everyone would be better off if you didn’t.’

“You say that like anyone would miss me if I were gone.”

The small voice in the back of your mind screamed at you for saying that when you saw the look of horror that came over Oikawa’s face at your words. Guilt squeezed at your heart, tightening your chest as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” The words were usually a knee-jerk response from how often you’d said them over the past almost decade, but you meant them now. You reached up with one hand to brush the tears away from his face with your thumb. “I’m sorry, Toru….”

“How could you say that?”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t- Don’t ever let those dark thoughts win. I need you. I need my best friend. Your son, he needs you. He needs his mother.”

You knew this, and it was what you kept telling yourself every day to keep yourself from crumpling to the ground or letting your intrusive thoughts win out.

“Right now, you’re living. You’re alive because someone else needs you. One day you’re going to wake up and live for you. I’ll help you. I’m here for you every step of the way.” One of his hands came to rest on your cheek, and it was only then that you realized you had been crying too. “I can’t wait to see the light come back into your eyes. It’ll take time, but I can’t wait.”

He looked at you silently for a few minutes, letting his words sink in and allowing your tears to fall freely while you kept your hand on his cheek as if that single form of contact was an anchor for you. The sound of tiny footsteps running back toward your room snapped you out of your reverie and pushed his hand away gently to wipe your tears away.

“I’m going to be late for school!” Your son whined; his lower lip jutted out in a petulant pout.

You heard the soft chuckle from Oikawa and watched him stand up slowly to look over at the doorway your son stood in. “I’ll get you there, gremlin. Your mommy just needs to get ready.”

His words were even, devoid of the shakiness they held just a moment ago. Your best friend’s mask having slipped back on the ways yours does in moments like this.

“Mommy, hurry up!”

You barked out a laugh at the command. “I’m getting up now.”

Once again, his footsteps retreated as you stood up from the edge of your bed, and you were at eye level with the pretty setter’s chest.

“Take your time to get ready, okay?” He pats your head before leaving to give you space, closing the door behind him.

‘You’re just a shell of a person…’

Again, the mocking voice laughed at you when you took in your tired and tattered appearance in your floor-length mirror, but you shook your head and kept moving. You had things to do.

“One day, I’m going to live for me.” You repeated his words quietly while you moved around your room. You wanted to believe that he was right and wanted to believe that the woman you saw in the mirror today would change back into someone you could recognize again. “One day …”

#toru oikawa #ptsd survivor #x reader #comfort #ptsd flashbacks #dv survivor #x female reader

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morganasol · 1 year

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Incoming shadoe and bone spam im not sorry

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eya-razrushaya · 3 years

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Kaz and Milo in the books vs Kaz and Milo in the show

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cristalbeesnow · 1 year

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spoiler alert!!!! i have a question: where are kaz and jesper kids? we have season 2 release date, we have haditi and jordie too. I doubt they are keeping them aside, to show us directly in the series. so i think this. as for jesper we would only have a hint of his story, we will focus on small scenes where there will be only haditi (perhaps while he is dying) to resume everything in the following seasons, but I am surprised by the absence of the little kaz since those who have read the book is waiting for the flashbacks and wants to see it and several times it has been said that kaz's trauma will be closely analyzed this season and you will see his backstory. are they keeping it private to create doubt or suspense for that part? at this point I don't think so and that disappoints me. his story about him is the one with the greatest impact, it is precisely the fact that he is a child that makes everything so dramatic. maybe I understand the need to age it slightly, since the part is very macabre and difficult to shoot as a child (maybe it's forbidden? I don't know) but putting it as an adult doesn't seem like a wise choice. maybe a thirteen-year-old boy was in it. I don't know. I do not agree with this choice, if as I fear it was made. it takes away all the drama of kaz story. i hope i'm wrong but i fear we will never see kaz as a child and for me this is a source of frustration and i won't be the only one... despite his brutality i loved that story and i feel deprived of something. I hope that with still three months to go they will announce the young actors but I guess I'm deluding myself for nothing... too bad! how the author agreed on this amazes me... but maybe being a macabre scene they will have had their reasons. but I don't share. I hope I'm wrong... obviously there's nothing official just my theories as the kid hasn't been announced...

#six of crows #kaz brekker #the shadow and bone trilogy #shado and bone #kaz dirtyhands brekker #kaz and jordie #shadow and bones

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sixthchapter · 3 years

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#books #booknerd #bookworm #bookaddict #bookaholic #bookhaul #booklover #beautifulbooks #shelfie #bookshelf #shadoe and bone #six of crows #shadowhunters #cassandra clare #leigh bardugo

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darling-archeron · 3 years

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Thoughts on shadow and bone eps 1 and 2!

- they really nailed the kanej dynamic

- all of the crows are exactly how I pictured them and its fantastic

- jesper is especially an early fave

- I knew going into the show that the crows werent really doing the ice court break in and I was a little disappointed, but I also love this.

- the fold and magic actually looks really good!

- I dont remember as much from the shadow and bone trilogy BC its been a few years, but everyone seems more likable which is great.

- I keep waiting for nina to show up

- I can definitely see how things would be confusing if you didn't have background knowledge of the books. I appreciate that they didn't infodump but the grisha havent been explained in full (yet)

- I am not used to the darkling being called kerrigan

- adding the element of Alexei escaping to the other side was really good.

- the intro could have been a little more dramatic and I would have loved it.

- This is the first time a book I'm really in love with has been adapted into a show while I'm a fan and its so cool to experience like this.

That's mainly it for now, hopefully I can watch the rest this weekend!

#shadoe and bone #shadow and bone spoilers

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thesunwillshineonusagain757 · 3 years

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𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ➥The Adventurer ( ISFP )

Inej Ghafa, is a person of Introverted, Observant, Feeling, and Prospecting traits. She tends to have open minds, approaching life, new experiences, and people with grounded warmth. Their ability to stay in the moment helps them uncover exciting potentials. Inej is unpredictable, even to her close friends and loved ones. Despite all this, she is definitely an introvert, surprising her friends further when she step out of the spotlight to be by herself to recharge.

Strengths :

✜ Sensitive to Others – Inej easily relate to others’ emotions, helping her to establish harmony and good will, and minimize conflict.

✜ Imaginative – Being so aware of others’ emotions, Ghafa uses creativity and insight to craft bold ideas that speak to people’s hearts. While it’s hard to explain this quality on a resume, this vivid imagination and exploratory spirit helps Inej in unexpected ways.

✜ Passionate – Beneath Inej’s quiet shyness beats an intensely feeling heart. When she's caught up in something exciting and interesting, Ghafa can leave everything else in the dust.

✜ Curious – Ideas are well and good, but Inej need to see and explore for herself whether her ideas ring true. Work revolving around the sciences may seem a poor match for her traits, but a boldly artistic and humanistic vision is often exactly what research needs to move forward.

Weaknesses :

✜ Fiercely Independent – Freedom of expression is often Inej’s top priority. Anything that interferes with that, like traditions and hard rules, creates a sense of oppression for Ghafa.

✜ Unpredictable – Ghafa’s dislike long-term commitments and plans. The tendency to actively avoid planning for the future can cause strain in Inej’s romantic relationships and financial hardship later in life.

✜ Overly Competitive – Inej can escalate small things into intense competitions, turning down long-term success in her search for freedom in the moment, and are unhappy when they lose.

Conclusion :

Few personality types are as colorful and charming as Adventurers. Known for their kindness and artistic skills, Adventurers are great at finding exciting new things to explore and experience. Adventurers’ creativity and down-to-earth attitude are invaluable in many areas, including their own personal growth.

Yet Adventurers can be easily tripped up in areas where their focus on practical matters is more of a liability than an asset. Whether it is finding (or keeping) a partner, reaching dazzling heights on the career ladder, or learning to plan ahead, Adventurers need to put in a conscious effort to develop their weaker traits and additional skills.

What you have read so far is just an introduction into the complex concept that is the Adventurer personality type. You may have muttered to yourself, “wow, this is so accurate it’s a little creepy” or “finally, someone understands me!” You may have even asked “how do they know more about me than the people I’m closest to?”

This is not a trick. You felt understood because you were. We’ve studied how Adventurers think and what they need to reach their full potential. And no, we did not spy on you – many of the challenges you’ve faced and will face in the future have been overcome by other Adventurers. You simply need to learn how they succeeded.

But in order to do that, you need to have a plan, a personal roadmap. The best car in the world will not take you to the right place if you do not know where you want to go. We have told you how Adventurers tend to behave in certain circumstances and what their key strengths and weaknesses are.

#*personalitiesincharacters #the adventurer #isfp #ISTP #adventurer #mbti isfp #six of crows #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #shado and bone #s&b #s&b tv series #16 personality types #mbti personalities #istp things #istp personality #istp female

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