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ALSO IM JUST NOTICING YOUR HEADER IMAGE. I LOVE IT SO MUCH gundham danganronpa and crash bandicoot (is that his name im sorry) real. also btw feel free to talk abt th emountain experience bc i dont think i ever asked yet

YES HIS NAME IS CRASH BANDICOOT ive honestly BEEN waiting for someone to comment on my header it is one of my favourite images ever (thanks @horatios-mom). it's like a sequel to the era when i had lesbian crash bandicoot as my icon. i'm only through the prologue of sdr2 but i have been obsessed with gundham for Years,. i barely know the guy but i love him. i will Know More Soon. and trust i will be So mentally ill about him and also the series. i already Am i am just waiting to finish the games to post about them.

anyway MOUNTAIN EXPERIENCE. OH BOY. where to begin.

let me take you back to a time when a wide-eyed 17 year old Archie got traumatised by a mountain. sit back, relax, and follow along my recounting of an experience i found so horrible, i had to vent by projecting onto my favourite blorbos at the time. Don't worry, I am more than comfortable with sharing this story, and with hindsight know exactly where to direct my anger with what happened.

It's March 2020. I'm in my second-last year of high school. every year my school takes the people in this specific grade to a leadership camp to teach a variety of skills and stuff to prepare them for the next year, when they will be school leaders basically. this leadership camp happens to culminate in a hike up the Drakensberg, where we sleep overnight, then come back down and go back home.

To be Quite frank. I was Very Excited for this trip. the more school-related activities not so much, but getting the chance to hang out with my classmates outside of school and the hike were what excited me. I'm not the most fit person, but i loooove me a good nature walk.

So it's a few days before the hike. they take us out to a bunch of activities and it's pretty fun. we did an adventure park thing and i was in the middle of a massive tarzan fixation so when i went on a giant rope swing i did his iconic yell. there were ziplines. once when i went down a line i forgot to brake and SMACKED into the mattress on the tree. so that was fun. here's the thing though. they made us walk everywhere. and these weren't easy strolls, they were hikes in and of themselves. i can't speak for anyone else, but the days leading up to the hike were PAINFUL. my feet were so fucking sore and we hadn't even gone near the mountain yet.

Then they hit us with the "yeah we're pushing back the hike by a day because it's gonna be pissing buckets tomorrow." which, duh, of course it's gonna be pissing buckets, it's the drakensberg, it's kinda known for that. but also, that means another day of walking, another day of worsening the condition of my feet. i felt like sam from death stranding when you let him walk barefoot everywhere. it's around here where you might start recognising elements from the fic snippets i posted, by the way.

so the next day like the absolute ass he is, the headmaster (who joined us for. some reason) made us hike up a mini-mountain to 'prepare us' or something. he was a horrible person for completely unrelated reasons and this logic is totally and completely backwards. anyway, after THAT nightmare, we went tubing down a nearby river. this WAS fun. i went down the river multiple times even though my feet hurt like shit. i had to get my fleeting joy somewhere during this trip-turned-nightmare. everyone had fun except this one girl who was not lucky at all. at the end of the river there's a small drop and 99% of the time when you get there you fall out of your tube. she was one of these people, and was really unlucky as she ended up cutting her foot on a rock. she had to be pulled out of the river by a few of the boys.

now then you would THINK she would go home because of this. kind of a bad idea to hike up a mountain with a cut up foot. but no, like the madwoman she is, she decides to pull through. i respect her so much for it.

Anyway, next day comes, my feet are basically throbbing so bad it's like my heart practically lived in them, not even to mention the soreness in my legs. again - i was NOT fit. i was so nervous i could barely eat breakfast. i tried to twist it into something positive by being like "tehe i'm going up a mountain like my favourite teenaged blorbs" but it really was Not helping. sooooo we get to the foot of the mountain and get ready to go. a couple of girls left and missed the hike because they had a netball tournament or something. to this day i wonder if they realise Just how lucky they got.

This is the part i remember most vividly. the Worst part. we set off on our mountain adventure, and i repeat this mantra: keep pace with the person in front of you. which goes great for all of two minutes until like a whole five days of walking absolutely nonsensical distances catches up to me and i slow down and down and down until everyone has passed me and oops! i've stopped completely. my legs are Begging to be put out of their misery and i am Rooted To The Spot. to cut a long ass panic attack short eventually someone comes back to pick me back up and Get Me Up This Stupid Mountain. it wasn't sam unfortunately, it was the drama teacher, but he was a pretty cool person and probably most comforting adult there, so perfect to deal with me in that moment.

he tells me about setting little goals for myself, like finding a specific rock and making my way to it. break the whole hike down into thousands of little baby steps. this way, i actually started to make progress, little by little, until we break the tree line. i can't remember if this moment was in the snippets i posted, but i look up and see the rest of my classmates above me, and when they notice us they start whooping and cheering and singing break my stride (which is kinda the theme song of the trip, ngl). i was still kinda in hysterics so i yelled at them to shut up. looking back, i appreciate it so so much. anyways, the drama teacher and i carry on with our baby steps.

when i've calmed down enough i start talking. i can't remember if he told me to talk to get my mind off of things or if i started on my own, but in any case i just start talking. i know specifically i brought up treasure planet - my all time favourite movie - and he told me he hadn't heard of it. another fanfic snippet moment here: i did, in fact, rant to him about midsommar. i remember specifically talking about the daylight horror aspect and how the black bars could've been white instead to emphasise just how bright and sunny the film is. also at some point we passed random people on the road who didn't speak english and for some reason, to this day i still have no idea why, the drama teacher told me that he thinks those dudes were drug smugglers and using the trail to get drugs over the border. anyways.

eventually, after so, so long, we make it to the top. not the end of the hike, far from it, but the vertical climb is over. you see, this specific trail has like two hours of a horrible vertical climb, but after that, it's a basically-flat trail. not that that would make it any easier but anyway, i thought that the worst was over. from our position we could see the rest of the group, who were all resting by a fork in the path - a significant landmark. eventually we catch up to everyone, and if my fic is to be trusted, everyone started clapping and cheering and singing again, this time 500 miles (hardy har). this is one of the only details in the fic where i can't tell whether i made it up or if it's actually based on what happened. when i sat down, guess what, legs wanted to shrivel up and die, what else is new, but what really struck me was that Literally Everyone Was In The Same Position. some were crying. some were staring into space with cold, dead eyes. Nobody was having a good time. how foot-cut girl was even still here was what shocked me the most. again, CUT IN HER FOOT, it was PRETTY SUBSTANTIALLY SIZED. even so she did Not look good.

drama teacher had gone to talk to all the other adults about our (my and the injured girl's) predicament. we were in No position to carry on with the hike. (i'd argue nobody was but i digress). it was a full-blown argument from what i remember, and when the adults tried to talk to us they kept on interrupting each other. one kept trying to offer a way down, but another teacher (who championed this leadership camp btw, to put this into perspective) was Adamant we continue and simply sleep at the closer campsite.

You can probably guess what ended up happening.

The break just honestly made me feel Worse about moving, and my mentality obviously wasn't the best, and i sorta just really started missing home at this point, but i had to keep going. since it was flat this time i could actually keep some sort of pace, though head leadership camp teacher complained whenever i slowed down too much (actual villain of the story in hindsight). eventually we make it to one of the campsites.

Here's how the camps worked. every year the group split into two - boys and girls - and rotated each year on who went to each of the two campsites. one camp was by a river, the other by a cave. so, one year the boys would go to the cave and the girls to the river, and the next year they would switch. this year the girls were supposed to go to the cave. guess what. it's the further camspite - a good extra... i dunno, hour of walking? obviously injured girl and i couldnt do that. issue is, you need a tent to camp riverside - we obviously didnt have one. however someone, an actual god among men brought an extra tent with him. i never spoke to that kid. but he made it so we didn't have to suffer as much. so i hold a sort of affection for him.

so, the group splits and we finally, FINALLY get our chance to rest. properly. let me tell you, river water has never and i mean NEVER felt so good. i think i spent like a solid hour soaking my feet. the boys - who. somehow had energy after all THAT - made a dam out of rocks. one guy was taking pictures. i never took my own pictures of the mountain, even though the view was beautiful. i was in too much pain to care. i took a Single picture related to the hike itself, and i'll share that at the end of this thrilling tale. that evening after dinner, i snacked morosely and watched at least half of happy death day on my phone. maybe an episode of unbreakable kimmy schmidt, though i don't now for sure about that one. injured girl and i shared that extra tent.

oh yeah, and guess what. it ended up pissing buckets during the night. shocker.

anyway the next day comes and the walk back is worse. one of the other teachers decides to use 'tough love' on me - which was basically yelling at me and failing really badly at being encouraging. honestly would have preferred being tossed off the mountain instead because it just made me Very Distressed but anyway. what was nice was that this time for the walk injured girl and i were at the front of the line setting the pace. and also two of the boys, two absolute GENTLEMEN were walking with us and leading us. you know me, i'm a lesbian, but god i could've kissed them for what they did for us. (i did not but you get my point).

surprisingly the vertical climb down was the easiest part. the really, really vertical part anyway - which was mostly near the top. so easy that a few boys raced ahead of the group... and ended up taking a wrong turn and getting lost. more on them later. when we dipped into the treeline it felt like we were so close yet so far, SO close to ending this suffering, but every single turn without the tar road in sight made me fall deeper and deeper into despair. i think i literally yelled out "MERCY!" at some point. anyway when we did finally get to the road i started crying as we made our way back to the bus that would take us home.

everyone started taking showers, blessed, cold showers at the public bathrooms, and washing myself of the whole experience felt Wonderful. except it wasn't quite done insulting me just yet.

So. the day before we put our suitcases in the bus that would take us home. what they neglected to tell us was that we needed Everything we'd need for that day and the following day on our person. which means they wouldn't be taking our bags out of the bus, not even if we REALLY needed something. i didn't have my flip flops on me. i had put the shoes i had hiked in away (and also they were like sopping wet which is disgusting). it was hot as fuck and the parking lot outside was all gravel. i had to walk in that barefoot.

insult to injury.

i got myself ice cream. tried not to cry. we all had to wait for like half an hour as the lost boys made their way back to us (i can't remember if a teacher had to go back onto the path to find them or not). borrowed drama teacher's flip flops which were hilariously oversized. and then, literally RIGHT as everyone was boarding the bus to leave. i whip out my phone and grab the one and only picture i have related to the hike itself.

it was a long drive back to my home province. i put on some music, cuddled my pillow and tried to sleep. i mostly just tried not to sob. out of pain, relief, anguish - whatever. since it was a long drive, we stopped at a strip mall that's a really common sort of stopping station for people doing drives like this, such as to use the bathroom. another school happened to be pulled up as we stopped by here, and a girl gave me the filthiest, most judgmental look i have EVER seen because i was barefoot. i honestly don't blame her.

it was dark by the time we got back to the school. i did, in fact, cry when i saw my family. the very next day - no exaggeration, i'm 99% sure it was the VERY next day - it was announced that schools would be closing and the country would be going into lockdown due to covid. which means i got to spend the next, like, two weeks recovering instead of thinking about school. i think one of the days after i got back i watched interstellar. i was on a bit of a sci-fi kick. it was okay.

here's that picture i took outside the bus before we left for home.

people Did see me take this. a couple of my classmates made jokes about how they relate and at least one gave me a high five.

anyway, that's the story of my Mountain Experience™. again, more than comfortable sharing this story as i think it's quite important with understanding me and we know who to blame for putting us through this. i've had chats with other alumni who came before me and they had their Own nightmarish experiences with this camp, which makes me wonder how it continued being a thing for so long.

#ask #queerkearney #answered #my writing #biographical this time :)#kiddo's mountain experience #mutuals :)

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ashrillvenheim · 2 months

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Awakening Past

Chapter 17 part 2

pairing: Ashley Graham x Leon S Kennedy.

Content: (+18) romance, angst, gore, erotic/suggestive themes at some point, slow burn, violence, action, self-harm, death talk,

If you're a MINOR DON'T keep reading, thank you.

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Her amber eye twitched.

“ That scratch wasn't there.”

Casey tensed and looked at the corner her friend pointed to.

“ Yes it was, I've barely used the car.”

Ashley looked up from the scratches on the side of her vehicle and circled around.

John stared at Casey and Sergio, aware that they had done something when he hadn't been there.

“John, do you have proof?” the blonde asked, crossing her arms. The light-eyed man sighed.

“ Even I don't know where it came from.” he paused. “ But I think I have an idea.”

Casey glared at her roommate and was reproachful when Sergio dropped to his knees on the floor.

“It was my fault, Ashi!”

Casey interjected.

“ No, I was the one who asked him to, Sergio just did what I told him to do.”

Ashley looked at her two friends.

“And what did you ask him to do?”

“ I..." the woman grunted inwardly.” I forgot that I was the one who had to drive when we went out on Saturday and... Sergio had to bring me back.

“ I didn't see the tree properly when I parked.” Sergio sobbed, defeated and with his head down.

Graham watched them for long seconds in silence. Leon was behind her, leaning against the airport parking lot post, listening and holding back laughter throughout the contest.

Ashley finally sighed. She noticed that the car was spotless and the interior had been wiped down to remove the last bit of dog hair it might have had.

“ Did you clean it?” she asked Sergio.

The dark-haired man nodded crestfallen.

“ I tried to hide the streaks with a product, but it didn't work.” he apologized and the blonde finally gave in.

“ I forgive you for cleaning the car and telling me.” she reached over to make him stand up again and reached out to give casey a slap.

“ Ow! Why is that?”

“ So that next time you remember not to drink when you're the one driving.”

The copper blonde mumbled under her breath, but ended up nodding and apologizing as well.

The five of them got into the car to head back to Boston.

And that's when what Ashley had feared started to happen.

“How was the trip?” Casey asked with a smile. “Did you find anything?”

“ We did.” Ashley replied with that perfected smile. “We found remains of Roman catacombs.

All three looked at her in surprise.”

“I'd love to see your first discovery." Sergio said happily, but this time it was Leon who followed.

“ Yeah well, that's going to be difficult, we almost didn't get out of the tunnel.

All three exclaimed and Ashley elbowed her partner even though they had already talked about this on the plane.

“ It's an exaggeration, but yes, there was a landslide. It seems there had already been several in the last few years and this one had ended up crushing the ruins. “

“ Oh boy...and can't the ruins be excavated?” Casey asked somewhat hopefully.

Ashley sighed.

“ You could, but it's too big of an investment and I don't know if it will ever get done. Besides, they were quite deep and that makes it even more complicated, so who knows, maybe in the future, but I honestly don't think so.”

“Wow, too bad Ashi, we would have liked to see your first discovery.” Sergio said discouraged.

“Don't worry I just started, I still have plenty of time to discover more things.”

Leon looked sideways at Ashley, seeing how she was subtly drumming on the steering wheel, that little mania she knew to perfection.

And then Casey decided to get back to business.

“So, what's the news?”

Ashley arched her eyebrows as John sipped his water.

“What's news? What do you mean?” Graham asked.

“Have you two slept together yet?”

John spat.

Ashley swerved.

And Leon let out every curse he knew.

“Casey!” Sergio exclaimed indignantly, although his face indicated the same interest.

“Leon, do you carry the gun?”

“Always with me.”

“In the ditch over there looks good to you?”

“Out in the open. There might be a more discreet place in that service area.”

“How many bullets you got left?”

“One's enough for me.”

“Good.”

“ Great.”

Casey held on to Sergio and the car's doorknob while Leon and Ashley pulled on her legs.

“I'm sorry!!! I won't ask again!!!!!” she shrieked, desperate to get back to the safety of the car.

“ Leon, get out the chloroform.”

“ASHIII!!!”

The rest of the trip was uneventful.

The five of them got out of the car and Casey went up to her apartment with Sergio, crestfallen. John smiled at her friend's downcast look and turned to Ashley and Leon.

“You've only added fuel to the fire.” he said to Leon.

“What's to blame me?” said the agent indignantly.

“ Being Ashley's friend before Casey. She's too fond of love gossip.”

“Ems doesn't fall short.” sighed Ashley, making his friend laugh.

“ The difference is that Ems thinks it, but doesn't say it.”

“ I don't know which is worse.” exhaled Graham in exasperation, then gave John one last hug. “I'll see you soon, let me know when you're free.”

The boy nodded and watched Ashley and Leon turn towards the car. He watched them for a few seconds in silence before speaking.

“ Hey.” They both turned to him. “Whatever you're doing, be careful.”

They both looked at John and Ashley couldn't help but smile gently. She was trying to hide the truth from them and even if they didn't know it, they were aware of many things, especially John.

“ We'll have it.” Leon told him firmly.

John nodded and turned on his heel to go upstairs.

They drove calmly back to Amherst. It was soon dark and the rhythmic passing of the streetlights lulled them into a kind of trance.

Leon took over at the end of the trip and put on some blues to entertain himself. Ashley hummed a few songs in soft whispers and Leon accompanied her on the bass, something that made the time pass more slowly or made them feel more abstracted from reality.

They finally reached the street of their apartments and calmly carried their bags upstairs. Ashley entered her apartment and the first thing she did was follow a scent to the refrigerator. When she opened the metal door she smiled as she saw that Emily had left them dinner ready for their return.

She set down the bags and began to take out the food.

“ Hey Leon, Ems played chef for us.” laughed Graham calling out to his partner.

Leon left his bags at home and went over to Ashley's place.

“ Remind me to roll out the red carpet for her next time she comes over.” he thanked with a sigh, glad they didn't have to cook or order food.

They set the table at Ashley's house and both felt the lack of the dogs still with Narsson, but the quietness in the atmosphere made them keep their feet on the ground. Leon felt surprised when they started dinner. Amazed that he felt more at home there in Amherst than in Washington, where he had been living for the past few years.

He had only been here four months and...it felt like home.

His blue eyes lifted to the woman eating next to him as they watched a program.

Maybe she had made everything feel cozier.

He drank water and his memories dragged him back to many years ago, when no place seemed safe to him, when he watched every corner with his pulse racing and terrified of the beasts that lurked in the dark.

When everything he knew as reality was destroyed in a single night.

They almost knocked over the table when the phone rang and Ashley cursed in fright. She pulled the cell phone out of her pocket and saw it was Narsson.

“ I didn't know if you were awake.” she said to Ashley.

“ Casey called Maria to tell her you were on your way, so I wanted to call you, how was your trip?”

The blonde sat on the couch while Leon put the dishes away in the dishwasher.

“ A bit bumpy, but pretty good. A pity that a landslide left all the ruins buried.”

“ Well, at least they won't move from there.” Enma joked, but Ashley was silent in thought.

"I hope so." she said to herself and then resumed the conversation.

“ Yes, that's true.” she paused, leaning back in her seat. “ I'll pick up the dogs tomorrow, they haven't given you much work, have they?”

“ Don't worry, you know I get along with them.”

Ashley arched her eyebrows.

“ Tell me you haven't given Mint coffee, you know what happened last time.”

Narsson laughed on the other side.

“ Don't remind me, don't worry, I didn't. I just gave them some extra dog cookies.”

Ashley scoffed softly.

“ You're going to spoil them.”

“That's what Aunt Narsson is for, otherwise who would give them to them?”

They both laughed and chatted some more about banal things. Enma asked about the trip to Spain, but Ashley was terse and didn't give her many details. She told her about the Roman catacombs and that they had to climb to find an entrance. She just hoped it would be enough to convince Narsson.

For now.

“ I'll call you tomorrow Enma, I have to talk to my father first.” she finally told him, her eyelids feeling heavier and heavier.

“ Okay, good night Ashley.”

“ Good night Narsson.”

She dropped the cell phone to the side and sighed heavily, closing her eyes.

“Do you know how you're going to approach her?” Leon asked her from the kitchen and she grunted.

“ I haven't the slightest idea.”

How was she going to ask him to join the investigation without telling her too much? Her head was spinning and as the minutes ticked by she was finding it harder and harder to focus.

She was good at improvising but she didn't know if this was one of those situations. Maybe the best thing to do would be to plan the details, think about every possible question Narsson could ask him about it and prepare it beforehand, yes... that would be the best option, plan everything...

“ I've already put everything away Ash.”

Leon wiped the countertop dry and hung up the rag. He arched his eyebrows in the direction of the living room.

“Ash?”

He walked over to look over the couch and a sweet smile formed on his lips when he found her sound asleep. He crossed his arms over the back of the couch and watched it for a few seconds.

He had to be thinking about so many things... he reached out unconsciously and brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. As he did so he caressed her pink cheek and paused at the touch of her soft skin.

Leon felt a tingle, remembering her sweet caresses when he had been delirious, but which he now remembered sharply.

Then his eyes traveled to her half-open lips and he spent too many seconds staring at them.

He shook his head and cleared his throat and then rounded the couch and took her in his arms to carry her into the bedroom.

He didn't look at her anymore. Not if he wanted to keep his self-control.

He took off her shoes and jacket and went back into the kitchen.

"Focus Kennedy, you're her partner now. Don't waste her father's trust." he said to himself as he grabbed his keys and locked up behind him to go back to his apartment.

The next morning William called Leon when Ashley didn't answer her cell phone. He was no longer surprised by the president's calls.

He had to go get Ashley so the man could explain to both of them the latest developments.

Graham had already talked to the Springfield Natural Museum and they had given over one of their labs for Ashley's new team's research. They had made a deal to invest in refurbishing the museum and updating their lab equipment, so it didn't seem to have raised any suspicions.

He mentioned to them that Patrick and Maria were already aware, but they hadn't told either Narsson or Sasha, especially the latter, who was only Narsson's secretary and needed to be involved as little as possible. Fortunately he was working in the administration of the faculty library, so he would be out of danger. For now Patrick still had an eye on him.

When they finished their conversation with William, Ashley decided to start moving things along and it didn't take long to call Narsson and summon her to the museum.

“ We need to stop by and do some paperwork, I'll see you there.” was all the blonde said to her former teacher.

Leon could sense his partner's racing heart all morning, but said nothing, even though Ashley was aware that her nerves were not escaping his ears.

They prepared Ashley's car for the dogs and after grabbing the DSO reports and folders they climbed into the vehicle.

Graham rested her hands on the steering wheel and stood silently for a few seconds staring at a distant point.

“Is something wrong?” Leon asked.

“ I don't like bringing Narsson into this, I don't know if it's a good idea.”

“ They tried to kidnap her Ash. Before our trip to Spain she was already a target. Her knowing more about the parasite is inevitable. If they had taken her she would have found out anyway.”

Ashley drummed on the steering wheel.

“ Yeah... you're right. I may... still be trying to get as few people as possible into my business.”

“ You learned that from me. I'm getting better at it, but don't follow my example.” the man told her with a smile, remembering how when he went to Spain, he would dismiss all the attention she gave him just so he wouldn't worry her.

But in the end that only made her more distressed.

So he had to learn too.

“ Besides.” he wanted to add. “ You are going to offer her this proposal. She is within her rights to refuse and not participate. You are not forcing her.”

Those words seemed to calm her down a bit.

“ You're right. I guess I'm making a mountain out of a molehill.” she exhaled deeply. “ Come on, we don't want to keep her waiting.”

He started the car and Leon smiled.

“Didn't you say punctuality wasn't Narsson's forte?”

The blonde got out of the garage and pulled onto the road.

“ But it is Maria's, and she has a very bad temper when people don't show up at the appointed time.”

They both laughed.

Just as Ashley had said, Maria and Narsson showed up at exactly the right time.

It was ironic, Leon thought, after all both Maria and he were agents and Kennedy had always been unpunctual.

Both for the good... and for the bad.

The dogs ran out of Narsson's hands towards Ashley and him. Mint jumped on Ashley who grabbed him like a child and Leon knelt down to hug Pepper who licked his face nonchalantly.

The two laughed at the welcome and took a few minutes to catch up on their mundane lives.

Before getting into the storm.

Narsson and Maria couldn't help but watch the dogs walk alongside each of the youngsters, with their favorite humans. They looked like a little family.

They walked through the halls of the museum. Ashley put special harnesses on her dogs as guard animals so they could go with her. They all rode the elevator down to the labs and walked to one of the back rooms.

When they entered Narsson looked the room up and down.

“ Wow Ashley, you sure did hurry, though it's ironic.” she smiled, turning to her former student. “ The one who said she wouldn't work in a lab.”

Ashley gave a slightly nervous smile.

She didn't know where to start or how to go about it. How was it possible, she had been able to give a confidential talk to her own father and she wasn't able to do the same with her teacher?

The difference was that she didn't know anything .

Ashley's smile slowly faded.

Enma knew nothing about biological weapons or deadly viruses or medieval parasites.

So did she. Before she was kidnapped and taken to Spain.

Just as they had tried to kidnap Narsson, but... this time she was able to prevent Enma from suffering the same fate.

And yet, there she was, planning how to tell her something she had kept secret from her ever since she had known her.

Part of Ashley wished that when she told her everything she would slap her in the face and walk out the door.

But all those what ifs were no longer valid. They were there and she had to talk.

Now or never.

“ Yes, that's what I had you come over for.” The blonde finally said, still not quite sure how to continue the conversation.

Leon had been sensing Ashley's uncertainty ever since they had opened the lab door. With his hands in his pockets he leaned back against the edge of one of the long lab tables and met Maria's gaze.

“ So, do you need some advice?” Enma asked.

Maria knew Graham and in her expression she could see something that didn't fit. Vazquez looked at Leon, who looked back at her silently. The man's expression made her understand that now she had to listen.

“I... I could say yes.” she paused, taking a deep breath. “I rather need your knowledge, Enma.”

Narsson arched his eyebrows without quite understanding. Leon and Maria watched in silence and the man heard Ashley's heart thud.

"You can do it, princess." he thought to himself.

“ My knowledge?”

Ashley nodded and leaned against the table.

“ In Spain... we found some fossils that reminded me of the specimens you discovered on your first expeditions and... I would like you to take part in our research.”

Narsson's eyes widened and his index finger glowed with excitement.

“ Can I see the fossil?”

Leon's muscles tensed under his clothes and his blue eyes slid softly to Ashley. He could see Ashley's body react the same way for an instant and her heart flutter.

“ Sure.” Graham said pulling a folder out of her backpack. “They haven't been able to bring it here yet, but they probably will tomorrow.” she reported with calculated calmness, pulling out some photographs.

She spread them out on the table and Narsson approached.

Maria watched the two women from her position next to Leon and whispered quietly just for him to hear.

“ Leon, can you explain to me what's going on? What did you find there?”

The agent did not take his eyes off the archaeologists.

“Did you read my report from Spain?”

“ When Ashley crossed the Atlantic to come after you I was asking Hunnigan to let me read it so I could understand why she was doing something insane like this.”

Leon took a soft breath and exhaled through his nose.

“We found remnants of those things much older than what I described in the report.”

Maria opened her eyes wide and without gave the blood rushing through her body.

“Do you think those parasites could be a danger?”

Leon frowned.

“I don't know and I don't want to check, that's why Ashley wants Narsson's help, to find them as quickly as possible, before something like Spain can happen again.”

Narsson looked at the photographs of the specimen and paled on the spot.

That was... a specimen too well preserved to be a fossil.

That shell was very similar to an ammonite specimen that survived into the early Cenozoic, but not much. It was that discovery that opened up a lot of paths for her when she started out in that world, but....

This one she was showing Ashley was... different.

The specimen looked a lot like the one she found over a decade ago, but this one had... something embedded or even... fused with its shell.

Enma took the photos in her hands and sat down at the wide table with a serious expression. She looked carefully at the photographs, analyzing that strange shape that was attached to the cephalopod's shell.

It did not look like a sea plant that had grown on the shell. Nor was it a deformation of the shell, since the patterns on the shell were clearly linear, so....

That was another living thing.

And in all her years of studying and exchanging knowledge with other paleontologists, they were not at all familiar with the existence of such a creature.

Enma remained silent and understood that what she was seeing was something new. Something that seemed not to have been discovered yet.

Her heart began to pump hard, but she tried to remain calm as she raised her greenish eyes to her former student.

“ This... is something else Ashley, there is something else.” the teacher told her seriously.

Ashley nodded cautiously.

“Yes, that's why I wanted to show it to you, so you could help me... discover its origin.”

She may have been impulsive and selfish at times, but she was no fool. That tiny pause in Ashley's sentence, that hesitation was enough for her to know that there was more, that there were many coincidences since she'd known her.

Too many.

Narsson gently sat upright in his seat, looking calmly at his former student

“Ashley... this isn't your ambition for wanting to get into the industry sooner rather than later, is it?”

Graham kept her emotions at bay, but her fingers twitched imperceptibly against the edge of the table. She took a soft intake of breath with the intention of denying what Narsson was telling her, but the teacher was quicker.

“It's personal, isn't it?”

Ashley was left with the words half-spoken, aware that there was no way to make Enma think otherwise.

Student and teacher looked at each other for a moment.

“A little.” she finally replied.

Enma crossed her arms.

“When I suggested that you study paleobiology, but you didn't know how to answer me until you came back from a "vacation," was it because of this?”

Ashley knew at that moment she was lost and Enma knew she couldn't lie to her anymore, the question was, to what extent could she pry the information out of her?

The blonde sighed.

“That trip influenced my decision, yes.”

Narsson did not take her eyes off her and added with the same temper he rarely showed.

“Is this the reason your father got angry at the party?”

“One of them.” she nodded, keeping her cool and calm.

Narsson took a few seconds longer to ask his last question, one that even Ashley wouldn't have thought he would ask.

“This creature... is it related to the origin of that scar of yours?”

This time Ashley couldn't help but widen her eyes. She knew that Narsson never bought her story of surgical treatment in Europe, well, yes to some extent, but with doubts.

And this was the question as to whether he could place his trust in her.

Ashley took a few moments to answer, shifting her weight on her leg several times, thinking about not lying to him or telling him the truth.

She shouldn't. It was confidential information, she shouldn't tell him details.

Although... it wasn't a detailed question, but... a probing one.

He raised his amber irises to his former tutor and stared at her.

“ Yes, it is.”

Narsson held Graham's gaze and something in her felt... warm, as if she had just managed to jump over that little wall that had always stood between them and had been getting smaller and smaller since the kidnapping attempt.

Enma gave a faint smile and let out a faint laugh.

She raised her greenish eyes and smiled defiantly. This was an enigma that was too much for her.

“ Count me in.”

The door opened and a long sigh echoed behind him. Ashley plopped down on the couch and the dogs ran around, happy to be back home.

Leon removed their harnesses and hung them on the perches in the entryway and then turned to his companion.

“It wasn't so bad, was it? You didn't have to tell him about the plaga.”

Graham leaned her head back against the back of the sofa.

“But she'll figure it out, Leon. I guess I'll have to keep an eye on her for safety.”

“We'll have to keep an eye on her.” Leon punctuated by gently slapping her forehead and looking down on her. “I'm your partner now, not your escort.”

Ashley stared at him for a few seconds and then smiled.

“ You are right. It's a shame, I won't be able to play bodyguard jokes on you anymore.”

“Be careful, now I can take more liberties.” he joked, tapping her on the forehead.

Ashley pushed his hand away with arched eyebrows.

“More than you already had? That's going to be hard, we looked like roommates.”

“That's true.” laughed the man softly, turning away and heading for the exit. “I should go inform Hunnigan about today.”

Graham waved goodbye.

“I'll attend to my father.” she turned on the couch to look at Leon.” Would you like to go for a run later?”

Leon gave him a thumbs-up gesture.

“ Sure, let me know when you want to.”

She watched him leave and the two of them briefed their respective contacts on recent events.

Now they just wanted to enjoy a bit of a normal afternoon before returning to work the next day. A breather before the storm.

***

Broken glass crunched under his boots.

His breath formed a haze that blurred his vision.

Cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck, soaking his uniform.

He didn't know how long he had been hanging around the police station.

The wood of the stairs creaked again, over jumping him and making him point the gun behind him.

He was alone.

He sensed the tremor in the gun he wielded and bit his tongue to keep his pulse steady.

"Don't hesitate. If you miss you are a dead man." he repeated to himself in the silence of his mind.

He had to find a way out.

Marvin was running out of time.

The thunder echoed outside like bombs and the rain pounded the glass in the corridors loudly.

The sound was overwhelming.

Too much noise. Too much noise.

His heart was pounding like a hammer, the only thing that made his body able to move, to keep going.

Time had stopped in that place. Everything seemed static.

The silence was deafening and the smell of blood that stained his uniform made his eyes sting.

Why did this have to happen?

Why did he always have to be late?

He was late when that mercenary broke into his house to kill them all and he was too late to call the police. He was eleven years old, but... he could have been quicker.

What about now?

He was late for his first day of work because he had too much to drink in his grief.

If he had arrived earlier... maybe they could have evacuated faster, maybe Marvin wouldn't have been attacked, and maybe....

A grunt made him react and raise the gun with muscles tensed like wires.

His body ached.

Every muscle ached horrendously.

But terror was fueling his survival instinct.

The growling stopped and he turned down the hallway cautiously.

There was nothing. He was still alone.

He let out the air he hadn't realized he was holding and lowered the gun.

He had to get back to Marvin now that he had the key to the exit.

He turned on his heel and his heart stopped.

That wasn't the hallway she had come down.

He turned his head and the corner disappeared, revealing a long corridor behind him.

Where was he?

Then he began to hear sobbing. A female voice echoed down the hallway along with strange ...wet sounds.

He picked up his flashlight and gun and began to walk cautiously.

With each step, the pained moans grew louder and he began to hear a sort of rustling sound.

“Marvin?” he called out into the darkness with his heart in his throat.

No one answered. Then his flashlight illuminated a figure kneeling on the ground. It looked like a woman.

“Claire?”

The figure was sobbing and leaning toward the ground. Where a body seemed to be resting.

And from the paleness it did not appear to be alive.

The flashlight illuminated the woman's blonde hair.

“Hello?” His voice was shaky as he approached cautiously and then he began to perceive that familiar figure. That voice he had heard even in his sleep and that shiny, silky hair that was now stained with blood and grime.

“Ash...ley?”

The figure stopped with shaking shoulders. A sob echoed loudly in the hallway.

“Ashley it's me...are you okay? what are you doing here?”

She shouldn't be there, his memories were jumbling.

Ashley was still on her back, but she seemed to sob again before she started to get up and turn to him.

“Ash...we have to get out of-”

The flashlight shone on her abnormally pale, almost cerulean skin, with half a face full of blood and her mouth chewing something before swallowing.

Her crimson eyes glowed in the darkness and dark veins stretched across her half disfigured face.

“Le... on…”

Her voice was a chilling mix between a croak and a sob. Her brow was furrowed in pain and his abnormal fangs protruded from her scarlet lips.

Then he cried blood.

“Kill...me.” she moaned.

His whole body and the gun trembled in his hand.

She took a step toward him, staggering as if her body had forgotten how to walk.

“No...no... not you....”

She shuffled limply toward him, crying in red tears and sobbing as if breathing brought her pain.

“Kill... me…” she repeated desperately in an almost unintelligible gurgle.

He stepped back with the gun, hesitant, cold sweat pouring down the back of his neck and his sanity hanging by a thread.

“ No…”

She cried raising her hands, now claws, towards him.

“Kill me…”

He couldn't breathe.

His lungs were burning.

He couldn't blink.

His muscles ached.

His hand was shaking. The gun was shaking.

Come on.

Shoot.

That's what she's asking for. A quick death. Come on. COME ON.

His heart broke along with the brink of his madness.

He lowered the gun.

“I can't.”

Those once-golden eyes flickered like glowing embers, red as blood. From her throat emerged a growl that no longer resembled any human sound, as dark veins engulfed her soft skin.

“I'm... sorry..." he sobbed, unable to pull the trigger.

She cried blood.

She screamed his name.

And lunged at him.

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He screamed getting up suddenly on the bed. He felt something touch his shoulder and his reflexes were quicker than his reasoning, throwing his hand out to grab whatever it was that had touched him.

He heard a muffled gasp.

“ Leon…”

He blinked with bated breath and sweat soaking his clothes. His pupils took a few seconds to get used to the dim light of a cell phone and he stared at what he was still holding tightly.

The blood left her heart when he saw his hand clenched around Ashley's throat. She held his wrist tightly and her golden eyes met his blue ones.

“It's me, Leon.” She whispered watching her partner's dilated pupils.

The images still flickered in her mind, but she felt everything falling apart.

He released his grip and clutched Ashley's face with both hands, looking down at her in terror.

She could feel the panic in his hands, in his quivering lips and his wild eyes.

She'd never seen him like this, so scared... just... coming to her that one time, years ago, when he told her about his murdered family after a nightmare.

But this was... different.

Leon's whole body was shaking. He gripped her face so tightly he couldn't move his neck.

It hurt to see him so vulnerable, so terrified, so... broken.

Ashley reached up and caressed his wrists.

“You were calling me in your sleep.” she whispered to him in the dark. - you weren't waking up, you couldn't hear me, you didn't-

Leon brought his face close and rested his forehead against hers, shutting her up.

Ashley looked at him with pain and concern, reaching out a hand to touch his jaw.

“Do you want to talk?”

He took several seconds to respond, taking his time to separate reality from his recent nightmare. He smelled her soft scent, clean and pleasant. He tangled his trembling fingers in her straight hair, soft and without any dirt in it. The iron smell gradually faded as her breathing returned to a more normal rhythm.

“No." his voice was almost aphonic, hoarse from sleep and broken by the scream upon awakening.

Ashley shivered at the shudder it gave her and pulled her face a little closer until their noses were touching. She brushed the tip of Leon's with hers from side to side, gently and calmly, slowly bringing him back to earth.

“I'm here…” she whispered keeping the caresses of her nose on his.

“Don't leave…”

She half-opened her eyes at those words and brought her hands to his hair.

“I won't.”

They didn't know how long they stayed in that position, or when they started to move. Ashley pulled his soaked shirt off and before she knew it she was in Leon's arms.

He laid her gently on the bed with him, not letting go at any point, as if he needed her constant touch to keep him sane.

They said nothing. They didn't utter a sound.

Leon just hugged her against his chest with fervor, almost terror. She wrapped him around her waist gently, listening to the violent throbbing in his chest.

This time the nightmares had returned to him and she felt curious enough to ask, but...he had told her he didn't want to talk, so she wouldn't.

Ashley stroked Leon's broad bare back with her fingertips, with great gentleness and affection.

Leon let those caresses soothe him little by little, clearing his tormented mind.

Everything had gotten mixed up in his head, the past and the present had played with his senses, making him believe that he was really there, that he was still locked up in that cursed city.

Only to then be reminded of what might have happened, of what Ashley might have become years ago or... No, he didn't want to think about it, not now.

“I was in Raccoon City.” He mumbled against her hair, unable to hold back his words. He didn't want to talk anymore, didn't want her to ask him and have to reminisce about the dream.

“You're home now, with me. You're safe.”

She didn't ask him. She just spoke softly to him, like in quarantine.

He closed his eyes, let her words rock him, being the only person who had ever seen him in such a... weak and vulnerable state.

And not once did she say anything to him.

She just listened and soothed him.

“I'm home…” he repeated with her, slowly falling back into sleep from exhaustion and tension.

They both caressed each other in silence. For a moment, returning to those dark nights in hell, where the other's body kept them warm, where the other's voice made them understand that they were alive and together.

They went back there, to those endless minutes that they managed to rest and cling to each other to keep going.

To be able to not lose in the face of madness.

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kikyoinuyashashipper · 1 year

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Hi everyone it's been a really long time and I actually almost forgot I had a tumblr. But I remembered lol so here I am. This post is for the little pitiful anti sesshrin shippers who liked to talk sh*t 😂 . I was reminded of y'all by some meme but I didn't forget what y'all had said. And as I say this just know you brought it up on yourself.

That equation was *ucking legit as was everything else I had said in other words

I Told You So!

The absolute p3dos on here are y'all for thinking and trying to make her be a kid when they got together in the first place. She gave birth at 18 she was older than sango when sango got married, pregnant and gave birth to her kids I can't remember how old sango was I think it was 16-17. Bruh rin was 18 a legal gtown ass adult by American standards and given how young back then they would get married I'm proud of rin, I'm proud of sango too even if she's a bit young it was the norm for back then and at least she ain't to young.

Y'all keep trying to equate reality to fiction like nah. Fiction is fiction and reality is reality stop trying to intertwine the 2.

We have real kids to worry about irl who are having them younger than rin and sango and your over here sweating over an adult and a young mom. Y'all keep going off about her height and looks as well as if short babyfaced people especially women don't exist.

Y'all were tripping I was right and I'm taken that *ucken win.

(was this a while back yes, yes it was. And? I didn't get to respond then because most of them blocked me and life got busy ya'know, forgot i had a tumblr and was brought back because of a meme. Classic me)

18 yrs old.

Also fiction does not equate over to reality out of anything it is inspired by reality and it inspires reality in an abstract way, but each person makes there own decisions irl.

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a-really-cool-blog-name · 2 months

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Can you tell us more about Lily and the never ending mirror please 🥺

OH HOHO You asked for this! (YES I GET TO INFO DUMP PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT MY OTHER STORIES I HAVE SO MANY OR OTHER QUESTIONS YOU HAVE ABOUT THIS I LOVE TALKING) Without further a due I'm gonna start with the characters!

Lily: Our main girl, we love her. She's 14. A little sassy and very loyal, she windes up in the neverending mirror at the start of the story when on a trip at a fall fair with her family. She is VERY confused and worried right now.

Charles: Anxiety 💯 He's 15. He's been in this place for about two years now. Insecure but VERY protective, caring, and a great big brother to Mary, Speaking of-

Mary: E N E R G Y. She's 11. She's been here for a little less than by like two months. Energetic, hyper active, optimistic, and outgoing, she's voted most likely to yell "echo" in a cave even when she needs to be stealthy. Cares a lot about her friends and family (Well, whatever family she can still visit while in here. Which is just Charles.) and is not going to let them think badly about themselves if she can help it.

Thomas "Archive": Won't tell you his name unless he trusts you, he's worried about Lily "Working for the government" whenever he first meets her, whatever that means. He's 17. Been here for five years. Book lover. Actually has a corkboard with red string connecting pictures. Mostly just Friends with Mary (Kind of unintentional on his part) at the beginning but will later becomes closer to the other characters.

Mabel: Angry and lonely. Her body and mind is twelve at least. She's been here for a while at least. Reason why everyone is here. (If you want more I may do a post specifically about her and the next person)

???: That's weird, I forgot what I was saying! What Character? >:)

(She doesn't have a name yet, oop.) (this is an edit in the future her name is Carol now):A very caring and sweet lady, acts as a mother figure and helps people when- well, I'll get into that later. Most likely to call you sweetheart or honey. She's in her 30's.

(He ALSO doesn't have a name yet): In his late 20's. Kind of rude and grumpy because of this whole situation.

(There are like 20 more people there but I don't have ideas for them lol)

ACTUAL PLOT TIME!

So, The neverending mirror! As the name implies you get pushed by a mysterious hand coming out of a book fall through a mirror to end up there. If you were to walk all the way to the end of this pocket dimension you'd just end up on the other side. This place changes it's inhabitants the longer they're stuck there for, painfully. (Woooo angst and hurt/comfort)

Charles has a black smokey-ness (I don't know how else to describe it)covering half his face and his arm but he doesn't want to worry anyone and doesn't want to acknowledge it's getting worse because he already hates this he can teleport and make portals which is very useful for helping people get around in this place.

Mary has REALLY REALLY good hearing and sharp teeth. Everything can be too loud which hurts sometimes and her teeth ache sometimes and it's hard to chew but it's fine because in Mary's mind she looks SICK and that's all that matters.

"Archive" just... doesn't have legs anymore. He misses them a lot He has this pink purple smoke around where they would be. (It would totally suck if had phantom pain from not having legs anymore ha ha ha) But, on the bright side he can float and make other things float! He never has to worry about getting something off the top shelf again!

Mabel has nothing wrong with her you can see, yet. (Make her angry or she just doesn't have the energy to keep it constantly up and well, that's a different story. She basically has horns made of crumbled up paper and a bookmark tail inspired by no one at all (*COUGH COUGH SCRIPTLESS COUGH COUGH*))

???...

Carol has "Galaxy" hair, eyes, and hands. She can also heal people and she comforts someone whenever a "change" happens, she can't stop it from happening but she can at least help the pain a little.

(He's not a important character in the slightest how could you tell? lol ) Just Snake/lizard features

Lily is fine (physically at least) at the beginning of the story and is scared of it happening to her. She's hoping to find some way out of here before that happens. (Spoiler, she fails at that. Get a third eye, idiot.)

The story is mainly about Lily, Charles, Mary (And Archive but slightly less so) trying to get to the bottom of this place and maybe, just maybe, finally getting out.

(It's also about the tragedy of two siblings from Britain in the civil war and the pain of no one ever remembering you or being able to truly love you and getting older but never growing up, but that's a post for another day.)

#OKAY THAT WAS A LOT #WOOO #Tags time #OCS #a rare original post #Asks #OC #original character #Original characters #original story #Neverending mirror #My OCS #wall of text #Kinda #I don't know if anyone will care about this but I hope someone enjoys this

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hi there! i saw your grian fan design post and was wondering if you could explain the "pesky bird shenanigans" you mentioned in s7. i'm new to the fandom and i see that phrase tossed around a lot but don't have the context for it, and i'm curious as to what it means/why grian was then drawn with different wings bc of it? i saw in your tags you like talking about grian so hopefully you're a good person to ask sjfjdjf, if not don't worry about it!!

Hello!! Yes I love talking about Grian! Feel free to ask any questions about him or his series :D

During season 7 of Hermitcraft, Grian lived in the jungle biome for his starter base and beside the jungle for his mega base. In Minecraft, parrots are only able to spawn in Jungle biomes so Grian tamed one.

His first was called Professor Beaks but the rest he would kill and before doing so he’d proclaim “pesky bird”. He then went on to use parrot heads in his barge mystery prizes.

Barge Mystery Prizes we’re Shulker Boxes players could buy for a set amount but they didn’t know what was inside before purchase. It could be a bunch of logs, loads of sand/gravel or something not too valuable which would usually have the pesky bird head inside.

Grian also ran Pesky Bird Delivery service. This would be when he built a small platform outside a players base with a massive bulk delivery for a reasonable price. He had the pesky birds “carry” the platforms. There was however, usually a catch because the parrots were being pesky (annoying)

For Iskall’s delivery of leaves, the longer he waited to buy it, the more diorite (bird poop) Grian would add from the pesky bird. Iskall hates diorite so Grian was forcing him to pay for it.

RenDog’s delivery for gunpowder contained an IOU note that meant if Grian wanted Ren to do something all he had to do was pull the IOU card and Ren had to do it. I’m pretty sure though that the IOU never got claimed by Grian as he gave it early on in the season and probably forgot about it. If it did get claimed, I don’t remember.

Keralis ordered some gravel, sand and andesite, however because Keralis’s order was in episode 63 and the other two were in episodes 16 and 17 (respectively), I think it’s likely Grian forgot he was adding a catch to each delivery. Keralis paid a slight discount to if he had bought these items from the Barge.

Grian is also a well known trickster, always pulling pranks and such on fellow Hermits. One of the biggest examples during season 7 was the Turf War. Grian began a presidential campaign for Mumbo Jumbo but ended up voting for Scar to be Mayor instead (to be fair, Mumbo also voted for Scar). Part of Scar’s campaign was he would change the shopping district from being mycelium, as it originally was on the Mushroom island, to grass. Grian in typical Grian fashion, started a resistance. The mycelium resistance. Whose main goal was to keep the shopping district it’s original block because “It’s the principal”. Eventually. The Mycelium Resistance lost and Grian admitted he liked how the grass looked better anyways. He dragged on this major conflict across several episodes only to agree with Scar.

I hope this has helped! If you have any more questions, send them my way! (Some exact fine details might be a bit off because I haven’t rewatched season 7 fully in a while)

#!ask #mcyt #hermitcraft #grian #pesky bird #hermitcraft s7 #hermitcraft history

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orangejuice707 · 2 years

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Shit posting again bcoz lmao I am jobless

F!MC gets reincarnated into the Mysme universe

No pairings and shit bcoz this fic idea randomly came in my mind .

Genre : isekai

Beware of typos if any

This is a "what happened to MC before she talked with Unknown in the dating app" with a pinch of isekai

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She woke up to another day in this cruel world . "Last night's sleep was extremely nice..." She thinks as her eyes are still tightly closed and her body is tucked under the covers in this hot weather...

"Wait..." She realizes something is wrong as she didn't use blankets until and unless it was REALLY cold . She opens her eyes quickly and takes a look at herself .

"These....THESE AREN'T MY PAJAMAS?!?!" She goes crazy realizing that she isn't wearing what she was wearing last night . She hurriedly gets off the unfamiliar bed and rushes to the nearest mirror whilst bumping in several objects in the unknown room . After somehow managing to find a mirror from somewhere she realizes that ....

"WHAT?!?!" She exclaims in horror as she comes to realize that it isn't her face or hair or body.

"This...this has to be a dream..!" She says as she starts pinching her arm which wasn't her arm technically but yeah

She goes around the unknown house and finds a mirror of body length .

"Holy shit...." She observes her pink hair and lilac coloured eyes in shock .

Her body colour doesn't seems to be that much different but still a minor difference could be seen .

"What the fuck..." that's all she could think after she realizes that she is indeed not dreaming and that this is reality .

"What happened to my life..my body and my..PHONE!" She realized that her very dearest, loveliest phone wasn't in her hands . Running towards the bedroom in realization she found it lying on the bed .

She picked it up and checked the time :

10:17

Wednesday xx/X/20XX

She got really confused trying to remember whether it was Friday or Tuesday the day before or not .

To her surprise a giant blue box illuminating cyan coloured light appeared above her and she ran towards the door of the bedroom as... you know gravity exists.

"Haha ... fear not young lady! " a voice came out of the box

"H-HOW CAN U TELL ME NOT TO FEAR WHEN A FLOATING BOX APPEARS SUDDENLY ABOVE MY FUCKING HEAD?!" She managed to say it out loud somehow .

"Ho ho ho! " the voice said and stopped for 2 legit seconds

"Sorry I am not Santa I know BUT I can gift you unlimited money to survive in this world until and unless the plot begins and you go with the flow." The voice said calmly .

"I- I don't even know what to say to that ... anyways who are you?" She asked in confusion .

"Uhmmm let's say that I am a person who helps people cross universes ! " the voice replied

" Wait why didn't I get informed about this?" She asked again

"Well...you see...the last person who was in your uhhh current position was extremely sad and wanted a new life so BOOM a gave her one "

"WHY did u give her MINE though?"

"Young lady it is what it is now buckle up and don't worry about that game of yours you were playing ... uh what was it called again ..? "

"Mystic messenger?"

"Ah yes that one "

Before she could ask anything else the voice disappeared along with the box

"What the-" She was alone once again . No one around her . No mystic messenger characters, No internet from her universe , NOTHING at all ...

She picked up her phone once again "ah..this shit useless now.."

Right after she received a text from the "voice" (most probably) floating in the air which informed her that her role was that of a student until and unless the plot began .

Sigh

This was the same repetitive thing but oh well-

"Wait ...I forgot to ask them which universe I am a part of..." She sighed once again in disappointed but not surprised

She decides to nap once again and figure shit out soon

But little did she know that her life was about to change in like 5 years

5 years later ~

What kinda character is even this ... she has no friends , no family members people at her school and college act like they don't know her...

She thinks to herself as she goes towards her "home" which was actually a small apartment which she realized after 1 day after getting reincarnated.

That voice hasn't sent messages in a while...has the plot began? ... for how long do I have to be so lonely .. even the pink dye from my hair has faded and my brown hair colour is visible now..

She thinks and sighs as she clutches tightly onto her shopping bag while she walks in the busy streets at night filled with commotion caused by people laughing and talking and sounds of vehicles on the main street.

The smoke coming from a nearby place made her cough .

Oh thank god I still have this with me

She thought as she took out a mask from some time ago which had a sky coloured unicorn with purple eyes and pink hair printed on it .

This reminds me so much of the unicorn from Mystic Messenger...hah ... I wish I could play it like I used to 6-5 years ago..

Crossing the streets filled with vehicles she takes out her phone and a brilliant idea comes to her mind

Dragging her feet in the dark streets with a few vehicles and tall buildings she goes and stands in a corner for a while and puts her idea into execution.

Since this universe doesn't have total copies of apps from my universe BUT it has other alternate apps there sure might be a dating app right? Oh god I am so smart but I hope it doesn't turns out like the time I searched for mystic messenger and other otome games and there were nothing of that sort ...

She thinks in half excitement and half disappointment . Heck...she has been in this world for so long that she can't remember most of the stuffs in Mystic Messenger

Downloading a dating app she thinks that it's time to say bye bye to her lonely life in this universe .

Ah let's just walk towards the apartment while finding someone to talk to even though I don't want to really return there...

She again started walking towards her "home" .

She smiled in excitement when she finally found a person to talk to but... the chat seemed a bit weird to her

Ughh things in this universe are so weird .. i am still not used to it after so many years...

Little did she know that it was a hacker in the chatroom (who was also behind her) and that she was getting herself into a real game

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This took me like 1 hr 23 mins to write lmao . Imma go and sleep now . Enjoy this weirdass creation of mine!

Yes my inspiration was the unicorn mc pfp in mysme

#mystic messenger #otome game #idk what i wrote #mysme unknown #mysme zen #mysme jumin #mysme yoosung #mysme 707 #mysme luciel #mysme jaehee #mysme rika #mysme v #mm rfa #mysme fanfic

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the-music-keeper · 2 months

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Yes, I forgot to post a to-do list last week.

I did get most of what would've been on it done, and quite honestly, I'm feeling quite a bit better about myself and where I am this week than I was feeling last week.

Musical Diplomacy/Book History

1. Pick a paper topic. (The topic I picked was so stinking obvious I don't know how I missed it.)

2. Kellman reading. (This is background stuff.)

3. Thomas reading. (I quite like this reading, actually.)

4. Sherr reading. (This one, too.)

5. Meconi reading. (Liked the other two better but this one was still a cool read.)

6. James reading. (This one was pretty good, too.)

7. Prep for a debate. (I am representing Thomas in this debate. And I get to poke holes in all the other arguments. It's great.)

Theory

8. Look at the scores. (And lecture notes.)

Thesis

9. Submit my abstract for a conference opportunity. (Sent!)

10. Start researching case studies. (I have my list. Now it's time to start reading again.)

Comps

11. Study. (I have so much to get through I'm quite honestly not even sure where to start.)

Latin American Music Center

12. Write. The. Article. (I gotta give them something by Friday.)

Adulting

13. Laundry. (Don't worry, I did do laundry last week, too.)

14. Clean my bathroom. (Done!)

15. Gym trip #1. (Tuesday night.)

16. Gym trip #2. (Thursday night.)

17. Gym trip #3. (Friday night.)

And maybe get some sleep, too. I have not been getting sleep. My time management sucks.

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venomous--fics · 3 years

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Summary: Your husband, Eddie Brock, loses his job after he intentionally (or unintentionally) ruins a meeting with Carlton Drake. Now, after what seemed like a complete mental break and some shady deals, he won't answer the phone.

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Wife!Reader

A/N: Day 17! Hope you enjoy! This was something that I brought out of the drafts. I've had it written for awhile, I just forgot to post it. What better time to do that then now?

You paced around the living room. Your phone was on speaker, left on the coffee table, and all it would do is ring. You kept trying to call, but nobody would answer. This wasn't like Eddie at all. He always, no matter what, picked up. Was he mad at you? Was he okay? You began to rethink the disagreement you two had earlier.

"So, just like that, you're going?" You asked dryly.

"Yes." His tone was as equally flat, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Eddie, you don't know this woman. She could be lying to you."

"What if she's not?" He snatched his jacket off the back of the chair, "This is my one chance to get my job back."

"There are other jobs." You replied, worry evident in your voice, "How do you know that this woman isn't tricking you. Eddie, don't you know what happens to people like you? Who know too much?"

"I'm well aware." He seemed unphased, almost like he was hoping it would pan out that way.

"Is your job really worth all that bullshit? What about me?"

"What about you? You weren't the one who got humiliated and fired."

Eddie opened the door and that's when your body moved before you could think. You grabbed his arm, "Eddie, just, take a walk and think about this, okay? Something just doesn't feel right about it all..."

"What is there to think about?"

He pulled away from you and shut the door behind him. That's when you noticed that he didn't even bother to grab his set of keys.

You should've ran after him, or Hell, even gone with him. At least if Eddie was dead, you'd go right with him, right? God, why isn't he picking up.

Voicemail. Again.

You hung up and sat on the couch, putting your face into your hands, "Oh, Eddie. What am I going to do-"

Your phone began ringing, and you answered it with absolutely no hesitation, "Eddie- Oh. Hey, Anne."

"Have you seen Eddie? Dan and I have been trying to call him, and he won't answer." Anne seemed frustrated at the situation, "We were trying to talk to him about the hospital earlier and he just left-"

"Hospital?!"

Oh my god. Your brain was whirling. Eddie got hurt, and now he's hobbling around San Francisco, probably bleeding out somewhere. You should go look for him.

"Hi, hello." Dan cut in, quite politely, "Dan here. I assure you that Eddie will be fine if we get him back to the hospital."

"I-I," You stood up, looking around frantically for your own jacket, "I can go look for him around here. Maybe he's hiding out at Mrs. Chen's shop."

"Call us if you find him." Anne said, promptly hanging up.

Screw the jacket, you thought. You just needed to find Eddie. You nearly tripped on the rug on your way over to the door.

Had you not tripped, then you would've been hit square in the face as the door fell open, and quickly slammed shut.

You stood up straight, looking in disbelief, "Eddie?"

Eddie looked like an absolute train wreck. Sweaty, holes in his favorite hoodie. His face really emphasized the fact that he was ill. He just looked drained.

"Eddie, are you okay... Where have you been?" You tone was gentle as you took a step towards him, "I've been trying to call you for the last hour."

He seemed shaky, shushing someone or something.

What a tasty snack we have here.

"No!" Eddie screamed, practically slamming his fist down on the island, making you jump. "She is my wife and you will not touch her! Do I make myself clear!"

You took several steps back, bumping into the back of the couch. Eddie's never gotten mad like that before. And who the hell was he yelling at? There was nobody else here.

"We should go to the hospital." Is all you could think to say, "You need help."

Eddie violently shook his head, putting his hands over his ears. He almost looked like he was in pain. Putting your fear aside, you rushed over to him, "Eddie, please! You're really sick, let's just go."

"I can't do that." He said, lowering his voice to a whisper, "He doesn't like that."

"He?"

Again, he made a loud shushing noise. He seemed more upset by the sounds of it.

You really needed him to calm down if you two were going to be able to get anything accomplished. Eddie seemed so frazzled by whatever happened, and you wanted to know exactly what that was.

And sometimes, you wish you'd stop asking questions, because most of the time you don't like the answer.

You watched in horror as a black, slimey substance enveloped Eddie, against his wishes. Knowing how most horror movies you'd watched play out, you rushed back. The creature that stood before you had to slouch forward a little as to not go through the ceiling. Slightly considerate, but made him all the more terrifying.

"Eddie?" You asked, voice shaking.

Tendrils shot out and wrapped around your arms, pulling your forward. You did your best to pull back, but whatever this was was way stronger than you. It was like playing tug of war with a dog that you knew was too strong for you.

"Eddie's not here anymore."

You were not going to stop. You had to get this thing off of you, but no matter how or where you pulled, he pulled back ten times harder. Was it going to eat you? Well, no shit, but was it going to hurt- Ah, again, no shit, probably.

"Let me go!" You yelled, tripping as you tugged again.

More tendrils took over on your legs and before you could put up an unfair fight, you were whipped up into the air, upside down. You were dangling right in front of this creatures face. You stared into his eyes, watching the drool ooze out of his mouth.

His toothy grin was going to haunt you if he didn't actually eat you. You didn't want to die this way. You watched in horror as his tongue slithered out of his mouth, sickly grin growing wider.

"I hope it puts you at ease knowing you're the prettiest snack I've had tonight."

It didn't put you at ease. In fact, you wanted to throw up. Your heart was pounding of your chest, sounding more like a ticking timebomb instead of an organ. The blood rushing to your head wasn't helping any of this either.

This was the end, you were sure of it. You shut your eyes and just prayed that this would be over quickly.

And it was, because the next thing you felt was the hardwood floor connecting with the back of your head. You groaned as you forced yourself to roll over, just in case you had to push yourself up and get away.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Eddie kept repeating as he crawled to your side, "Are you okay?"

You couldn't answer. You had no strength left. Hitting the floor knocked the wind out of you.

Eddie carefully rolled you over and held you in his arms, "Hey, it's okay. I am so sorry- I- I'm sorry. I don't know why this is happening."

You forced your eyes open, everything looking like it was out of focus, "Eddie?"

"Yes, baby, it's me. I'm here." He kept blubbering, "I'm so sorry. I don't know why that- I don't- I'm sorry."

Everything processed in your head as you stared at him blankly. Did you just hallucinate or was that actually a giant ass alien? Why does this stuff always happen to you?

"What was that?"

"I don't know- I don't think I want to know." He sputtered out, "Please tell me your okay."

"Fine. Head just hurts." You groaned once you thought about how hard you hit it, "And I got the dickens scared out of me."

"I'll," He looked around, "I'm going to put you on the couch and get an icepack, okay?"

"Was that thing really going to eat me?"

As Eddie was about to answer, he heard footsteps come through the door. Men with their weapons drawn, aimed and him and you.

"Mr. Brock, I believe you have some of our property."

Eddie slowly looked over his shoulder, holding you even closer.

"Let me take care of this."

Eddie looked up slightly and whispered, "What- What do you mean. What does that mean."

"It means, Eddie, let me do my job."

#eddie brock imagine #venom imagine #marvel imagine #venom x reader #marvel x reader #eddie brock x reader

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lei-sam · 2 years

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I posted 50 times in 2021

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4 posts reblogged (8%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.1 posts.

I added 276 tags in 2021

#good omens - 41 posts

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#crowley - 21 posts

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Longest Tag: 46 characters

#this is exactly the energy i wanted to portray

My Top Posts in 2021

Fervent Prayer

Here is a piece that the amazing @singasongrightnow commissioned last december. It is a scene from the beautiful fic “arise, my darling, and go forth” by the incredibly talented @naromoreau

This was supposed to be a single drawing, but it became a small comic, as I felt I couldn't capture the beauty of this scene in its fullest (not sure I managed either, but I gave it my all 😅🙏)

Thank you so much singasong for being so patient and for all your support!

I can't tell you all how much I ADORE this fic! It is so beautifully written! so if you want to give it a read, here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26948512/chapters/65770183

See the full post

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This a commission for one of the nicest persons I've ever had the pleasure to meet,💖✨🤗 the marvelous @ Sick_Pineapple asked for a silly and fluffy scene with our boys making snow angels and playing with the snow.❄😍 Sick Pineapple commented something very sweet, about how since they are now free and as they begin their life on their own side, they might start trying things the "human" way, and I couldn't agree more! ! I loved this prompt so much!! thank you once again for your support my friend! I really hope you like this mini comic!! 💖🙏🥰

For anyone having trouble with the text, here's the transcript: Page 1 -We hear footsteps on the snow coming closer (crunch, crunch, crunch) -C: ... -C: Aziraphale? -A: Yes dear? -C: What in heavens name are you doing? -A: Oh! Isn't it obvious? I'm doing snow angels! -C: ... -A: Would you like to join me? -C: ... Yes Page 2 -C: You were right Angel... -A: Oh? How so? -C: This, Enjoying things the human way, it feels so... liberating... -C: ?! Aziraphale pulls Crowley to him -A: My! How philosophical of you! And what other "human" things would you like to try next? -C: You cheeky bastard!! Oh, don't worry! I've got a couple of ideas we can try!! End transcript

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I posted this one on my other blog by mistake 😅🥲

This is a commission for the lovely @ saranne_13, who asked for a scene with the ineffable husbands walking together and holding hands 💖💖🥰 Thank you so much saranne for your support! 🥰🥰🥰

336 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 19:59:58 GMT

Forgot to post this one here

When you've been waiting 6000 years for your dumb demon boyfriend to kiss you and you don't want to wait any longer 😆

Reverse wall slam is my new jam 👌😆

(Had to tone this one down, the first draft had Aziraphale looking like one of those drooling anime girls 😅🤣, I’m a coward, I know 🥲)

542 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 06:23:40 GMT

Good Morning

Lately I've been wondering if Crowley has woken up already 🤔 What would happen if, when he finally woke up, he found Aziraphale sleeping in his room, waiting for him? I'd say he'd take the opportunity to gaze longingly at his angel 😍🥰

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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astrologista · 2 years

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All the fic asks, if you dare

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha ha

1. approximately how many fics would you say you read in a year?

at least 30 (70 if skimming counts)

2. approximately how many fics would you say you write in a year?

1 or 2 (5-7 if drabbles count)

3. what’s one character that you write in fics or rp that has changed your life, one that you couldn’t do without?

timothy drake :)

4. what’s your favorite au premise?

i love domestic and deaging!aus very near and dear to my heart. or aus where some character(s) never died.

5. what’s the optimal wordcount for a fic? (it, of course, depends. but what do you like?)

i wanna say 10k

6. describe a fic that has or would bring you to tears. links appreciated.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30902738

7. describe a fic that has or would make you smile very hard and bury your face into your pillow / potentially scream a little bit. links appreciated.

any fic that features bruce wayne having vague well-meaning but overprotective tendencies tends to do this to me in spades lol

8. what kind of fic do you like to read at 3am? be as specific as you dare…

horror stories... >:) i like to be scared sometimes

9. what’s a fic you’ve thought of while you were drifting off to sleep?

lately i've been high on the whole somebody-wants-to-prove-theirself-so-they-run-off-and-get-into-a-dangerous-situation-whilst-trying-to-prove-theirself-necessitating-their-caretaker-and-or-boss-to-come-and-save-them trope. i think last night it was apollo justice lol.

10. what’s a huge fic project that you’ve always wanted to work on but never can find the time?

a series of fics sort of chronicling different stages in tim drake's time with the robin mantle and how he grew and changed. for flavor, a grander overarching plot involving tims from different universes working together.

11. what’s a fic you’ve thought of while showering/bathing?

something iddy probably, or i forgot :o

12. what’s your go-to plot bunny and/or trope when you’re daydreaming?

some form of domestic au!

13. make up a fic title for a brand new fic you’ve never thought of before.

"monstrous moonshine" <- this is a real term in advanced math, google it. never found a good place to use it but i would love to

14. tell us about a fanon misconception that often shows up in fic about one of your favorite characters, and why it’s completely wrong

tim drake does NOT cry easily. he's more likely to hide his emotions than not. although fics where he cries can be done really well. i don't think stress or pain alone would be enough to make him cry though, he is pretty tough. i just think too many fics portray him as a wilting lily when he so is not.

15. do you experience synesthesia when you write? what about when you read?

i get a very detailed mental image almost like a movie in my head whenever i read or write anything that i halfway care about. if it's something i'm required to read or write, then i don't get any image of it and usually retain nothing lol

16. have you ever written something fluffy that made you feel happy, then pulled back because you didn’t want to get comments about writing something ooc? any other situations similar to this come up?

yes, i do like to write a lot of deaging! fic for myself. it's a comfort thing. but, i keep most of it to myself not because i think it's bad writing but because i would rather avoid any kind of comments on it, good or bad. maybe i'll post some of it someday with comments disabled, lol.

17. if a 12 or 13 y/o approached you for advice on starting to write and publish fanfiction (whether for personal enjoyment or in a friendly, age-appropriate public/internet space), what would you teach them?

not worry so much about spelling and grammar. things like that are easily improvable later on and it can be really paralyzing when you're jumping in and proofreading manically. also you don't necessarily need your work to be beta read to post it, there's no rule about that anywhere.

18. what’s a very small headcanon that you have that could easily be a novel-length fic if you had the time?

idk i just want to see other people's answers to this

19. who’s that character and what is a specific canon moment for that character that you can talk about for centuries and just never ever get tired of it?

that moment in ace attorney dual destinies (which is admittedly a horrible game otherwise) where apollo mimicked kristoph gavin on the stand. WHAT WAS THAT. WHAT THE FUCK.

20. have you tried to get people in your life on board with your fanfiction or is it all super secret because they’d never understand?

no never. and never will lmao.

21. hurt/comfort specific: have you ever written a hurt/comfort fic that reflected something that you have personally been through in your life?

i've not written any specific moments into my fics but the wip i'm writing now has had me drawing on interactions i've had with certain narcissists in the past

#starspatter #HERE YOU GO

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queen-scribbles · 2 years

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24 for anyone who wants to answer it because it's *fantastic*, and then 4, 27, 34 for Vesper AND 2, 6, 11, 17 for Vikkari and/or Tragen

Vesper

04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical)

Pfft, just one? Psychological it would definitely be his loyalty/steadfastness; Kurt's always been there and always will be. Physical... I don't think she can pick. She loves too much; his eyes, his nose, his scars, jawline, arms...

27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it?

Either walks out of a store mid-reading a book she forgot she didn't pay for or trying to sneak in somewhere and got caught(she was sneaking in hopes of avoiding confrontation with the guards)

34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc)

Plums! Vesper loves plums. So much. (There aren't any on Teer Fradee, but Siora introduced her to a native fruit that's extremely similar, so now Ves would die for her) Also honey-glazed duck and fruit tarts.

Tragen & Vikkari

02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness?

Tragen’s is... guilt, in a sense. He’s afraid of someone asking why he didn’t just... leave the Sith when he first got a chance if it’s so anathema to him. (first chance would have been when Baras gave him a ship) He was worried punishment would fall on his family, as well as Baras tracking him down and having him dragged back to watch said punishment. A very valid reason(and probably what would have happened), but he still feel guilty sometimes that he didn’t break ties sooner. I don’t think it could be exploited all that easily, bc he knows his reasoning was sound--or sound as you can expect from a 20 year old kid. So even if he might wish he could’ve done differently, he knows he didn’t have much choice(Also: wouldn’t have met Jaesa, and that’s well worth all the years hiding his true nature)

Vikkari’s, ironically, is his pride. He’s aware of it as a problem, is working on being better about it(by the end of the Crusade he’s done a pretty good job). But it is still something that can be exploited to an extent. You’re not going to get any egregious errors out of him by poking it, but you could manipulate either his pride or his attempts to be less proud.

06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying?

Tragen is very bad about remembering to hang his towel back in the ‘fresher(rather than leave it over a chair/the foot of the bed/crumpled on the floor) and it drives Jaesa just a bit nuts.

Vikkari plays with the edges of his wings sometimes when he’s bored(bc they’re kinda new) which Arue finds odd and then endearing(bc she’s always had wings, so they’re just... there for her. Like hands and feet and hair)

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

They’re both very protective of the people they love, so threatening one of them would do it. For Vikkari, tearing down/mocking Arue’s journey to redemption is another hot button, he knows how hard that was for her and had strong words for anyone who belitted the effort. Tragen it’s manipulating people(he is just. The Worst Sith Ever 😂), if he finds you manipulating someone--especially someone vulnerable--for your own gain, he can be pretty scary.

17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?

Tragen absolutely yes to both. (and that's the plan :3) Vikkari definitely wants to marry Arue, but he wants to be sure it's something she wants, too. And if she doesn’t, he’ll happily continue the way things are. He hasn't thought about children much yet. Hadn't at all until Nenio asked Arue That Question in the camp banter.

(24 will get its own post bc a lot of them want to chime in 😉)

#oc asks #vesper de sardet #vikkari damson #tragen xo'ric

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notemily · 2 years

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I posted 2,621 times in 2021

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i think i asked for an invite a few times before that and then forgot all about it. so i was definitely reading fic on the site before that

My Top Posts in 2021

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this came out last year but it’s pretty fun, it’s a snarky bot that judges your taste in music based on your Spotify. (I forgot what it was called so I literally googled “spotify wrapped judgmental meme” and it was the third result.) this is what I got:

45 notes • Posted 2021-12-02 03:40:17 GMT

Man getting dressed in the morning is so much easier when I don't have to worry about socks or coats or scarves or sweaters or gloves or hats

Winter is anti-ADHD discrimination

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Rahul Kohli is a treasure

92 notes • Posted 2021-10-09 02:39:20 GMT

Impulse ordered a cat with spoons hoodie from @shiftythrifting and that was a good decision

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pierregaslays · 4 years

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It's okay if you don't want to but if you do could you do that question thingy you did about Maxiel but about Este/Lance 🥺 Ily💕

this took a little longer than expected because i accidentally forgot to save the draft at 20 questions answered and had to redo it but the answers are practically the same!! i hope you like this!! ily 🥺💗

1) who is the most affectionate?

physically affectionate? it’s without a doubt este, he is constantly reaching out for lance and even if it’s just a small touch like his hand on lance’s back - he has to have something, he’s very big on and he loves having lance in his arms. lance is equally as affectionate but different to este, lance tends to show his affection through always making sure there’s time in his schedule for este, giving him signs that he’s listening to what este is saying and eye contact is something he tries keep when they’re talking.

2) big spoon/little spoon?

they both try to be the little spoon... i accept no criticism on this. they usually try and take it in turns every night but once they’re in bed - it’s a case of trying to outstubborn the other until one of them gives in and is the big spoon.

3) most common argument?

i feel like they don’t argue all that much, they probably have one major argument a year and even that seems like it’s pushing it. needless to say that doesn’t mean that they don’t inadvertently upset each other but instead of blowing up and yelling - they’re the type to talk it out calmly even if it’s a stuttered conversation that could take hours to fix. (i’m convinced este is a big fan of the silent treatment though).

4) favourite non-sexual activity?

anything food related! idk, i just see it and i see them cooking together, going out to eat together and also trying (being the key word) to bake and cook at ungodly hours when they can’t sleep and it’s 1am. they might end up with more ingredients over them than in what they’re making but it’s so much fun for them and something they try and find time for on days they can be together.

5) who is most likely to carry the other?

they’re pretty much the same height but i feel like lance is the type to sneak up behind este and hug him and lift him up... it’s not exactly carrying but este’s feet aren’t on the ground so it works. i feel like este would be the one to carry lance to bed if he falls asleep on the couch - of course he wouldn’t get far because lance would wake up in the process but este tries.

6) what is their favourite feature of their partner’s?

este loves loves loves loves lance’s hair - it’s so soft and fluffy and he doesn’t need a reason to run his fingers through lance’s hair. he especially loves it when he can run his fingers through his hair when lance’s head is in his lap and they’re watching tv. lance adores este’s smile and he always wants to see it and makes dumb jokes and terrible puns to try and get to see it more often (it doesn’t take much because este automatically smiles whenever he’s with lance), he especially loves it when este’s eyes crinkle as he does.

7) what’s the first thing that changes when they realise they have feelings for the other?

a whole lot of gay panic! i’m only half kidding - they definitely panic because realising you have feelings for someone can stress you out but realising you have feelings for your best friend - it definitely makes things awkward and tense between them yet neither of them realise why the other is so tense around them. just a couple of dumb gays in love!

8) nicknames and if so, how did they originate?

i feel like they both steer well clear of your common “babe” and “baby” and mostly use “love” or “darling” when talking to each other and it originates from when they were back in the stage of first dating and still in the “this is so awkward. what do i say? what’s gonna happen” stage and este is like “are you okay, love?” and here we go, nickname stuck.

9) who worries the most?

lance! lance hates to admit it but he’s constantly worrying in the back of his mind that he doesn’t deserve his seat, that he’s not good enough to be in f1 and as much as he knows that he is good enough... it doesn’t stop the thoughts gnawing at him every now and then.

10) who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

este! he always tries and remembers what lance has told him even if lance doesn’t think it’s anything particularly important, and it surprises lance when este just tells him stuff about him that he might have forgotten.

11) who tops?

lance. este. lance. este. idk, something is pulling me towards lance so let’s go with that.

12) who initiates kisses?

este! it’s the physical affection that he craves, he loves being able to reach out for lance and just be able to kiss him whenever he can and he loves feeling lance smiling against his lips too!

13) who reaches for the other’s hand first?

again... este... i just see him as very physically affectionate so whenever he gets the chance to just touch lance... in whatever way, he takes it and even though it’s super cheesy - he points out that their hands fit together like puzzle pieces. (it’s cheesy yes but lance thinks este could get away with saying super cheesy stuff with that accent).

14) who kisses the hardest?

este. sometimes he struggles saying words coherently out loud so whenever he can use actions over words he does. he’s a guy who loves his boyfriend and wants to show it and sometimes putting all that passion and love into a kiss works better than words ever could.

15) who wakes up first?

lance! lance tries to relish the time they have together and wakes up early and even if este stays asleep for a little while longer - just being awake to savour those moments of calm before the world hasn’t woken up yet, it makes it worth it.

16) who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

este... he’s very big into the idea of if he has nowhere to be then staying in bed under blankets with his favourite person is the ideal way to spend it. he’s also the person who mumbles five more minutes when lance tries to get him up and out of bed.

17) who says I love you first?

este says the words out loud first but lance is the one who tries to say it first but ends up fumbling over his words. este takes a shot in the dark and assumes that’s what lance is trying to say and says it.

18) who leaves little notes in the other’s lunch (bonus, what does it say?)

lance! oh gosh, lance wouldn’t leave sappy written notes but i feel like he’d do drawings of either them or whatever random thing he’s thinking of at that time. it’ll be sketched quickly and maybe coloured a little messily but it’ll bring a smile to este’s face when he pulls out one of those little post-it notes and it’s something he looks forward to.

19) who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

lance! mainly to get it over and done with. it’s not that he anticipates his family reacting badly but it’s just not that big of a deal with him and he doesn’t see the point in dragging it out for so long.

20) what do their family/friends think of their relationship?

their family and friends are really supportive, can see that there’s a lot of love between them and are very “if he makes you happy then it makes us happy.”

21) who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

este... he’s the type to pick a song and just pull lance into dancing without giving him a choice in the matter and lance would try to resist but este just keeps dancing around him until he gives in.

22) who cooks more/who is the better at cooking?

este... is the better cook... but that doesn’t mean he’s outstanding and his cooking skill goes down immediately when he’s cooking with lance because of how distracted they both get. the kitchen looks like a disaster site when they’re finished but as long as the food tastes good (spoiler: sometimes it really really doesn’t).

23) who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

lance has this one in the bag. he’s got an abundance that he’s kept from his early teenage years and uses them on este whenever the opportunity presents itself (or doesn’t, he just throws them out there). he never stops treating este like they’re still in that just starting to date stage.

24) who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

este? idk, i feel like lance’s ability to not turn red or laugh is not very high and it makes it really easy to get him flustered or make him laugh when he really shouldn’t be... as soon as este figures this out - he uses it to his advantage.

25) who needs more assurance?

lance needs it more, he’s still young so things that mightn’t get to him in a few years time still manage to drag him down so este is always there with open arms and reassuring words, whispered words of promise that whatever is going on - he’ll get through it. they’ll get through it.

26) what would be their theme song?

maybe it’s because i was just listening to it but wherever you are - kodaline comes to mind, the lyrics seem to fit them as i see them together.

27) who would sing their child back to sleep?

este! oh gosh, he’s a sucker for their kid and he’s so soft and would be the one slowly walking around the nursery with a little baby in his arms as he sings lullabies... yes.

28) what do they do when they’re away from each other?

think about each other. also, i can see them being big into taking pictures of what they’re doing or where they are - they can be pictures of nothing important but they send like 3/4 an hour and it’s like the other person is with them.

29) one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart?

the uncertainty. not the uncertainty of them as a couple but of the sport. the heartache that comes with them not being on the grid together, how one can be so happy for the other but also how much it kills them to not be there too.

30) one headcanon about this OTP that mends it?

they have each other. like 29, even though there’s so much uncertainty as long as they have each other - they’re sure that they can get through whatever is thrown at them. they can always rely on each other and they’re who the other turns to when things get rough.

#i did it oh my god #lance #este #m.asks

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Did you miss me?

Title: Did you miss me? // Ed Sheeran Fanfiction, mature content

Author: @superkatesi & @famousconfessions

Rating: NC-17

Author's note: Sooo @superkatesi and I did a thing. We were just talking and daydreaming and ended up being like "Okay, let's just write something and have some fun with it". We hope you like it and please remember that English is not our first language but we tried our best :D Every kind of feedback is appreciated! So here it goes...

It was 11 a.m. Friday. I was sitting on the floor packing our suitcase for the upcoming trip. Ed’s family was throwing a huge party dedicated to his dad’s birthday. All of Ed’s cousins, aunts and uncles were going to Suffolk for this meaningful day. Ed was about to arrive home and I was buzzing. It had been a while since we seen each other. During the last three months I was completely absorbed into the thoughts of missing this ginger perfection. There were minutes when I was just starring at his guitar that always stands next to his favorite armchair. At those moments, I closed my eyes and tried to depict him sitting there with a cup of freshly – brewed tea, a laptop and a guitar humming a new ballad. But then I realized that it was just me working on a project. Different continents, countries, time zones – all these things couldn’t ruin our love. Love that was neatly wrapped in a blanket of our sleepy mornings, wild nights and all-consuming tenderness. All of a sudden, I heard that someone was knocking on the door. It was Ed.

I got up from the floor, almost stumbling over my own feet while I was trying to get to the door as fast as possible. I just couldn't handle being away from him any longer. My heart was racing in my chest and when I finally saw him, I was so overwhelmed, that tears pooled in my eyes. “Hey baby girl", these three words and him standing right in front of me was just too much. “You are here” was everything I could say, before he pulled me in for a hug and I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. It kinda felt like a dream and I couldn't believe that he was actually here in my arms. I've had missed him so much, it was crazy. I didn't know it was possible to miss a person so much that it physically hurt but I learned that the hard way. “Yes, I am, love... and I'm not gonna leave anytime soon”, he said, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. Smiling I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip. “Thank god, but I wouldn't let you go anyway”, I said, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, before I kissed his lips. It had just been too long... and missing him got harder every time he left for another leg of his never ending tour. But for now he was all mine... at least until we had to leave for that party. It was just so good to have him back, feeling his arms around me, his lips on mine, his amazing scent. God, it was almost too much for me.

I pouted, when he broke away from me to go to the bathroom to probably freshen up a bit.

He looked so casual and a bit tired after a long-distance flight, but all excited. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt that drew my attention to his colorful flexed biceps. He took off his spectacles and rubbed his eyes in this childish way that always melts my heart. I heard him screaming from the bathroom: “Did you miss me, love?”. Of course, he knew the answer but wanted to hear it one more time. I’d just wanted to tell him everything that I felt at the moment but there he was, standing next to the door-post. He left his T-shirt somewhere in the hamper. His bright tummy looked like a masterpiece and he had that promising, mischievous look in his eyes. I couldn’t help but come up to him: “Do you really want to know it? Did I miss you? Let me show you, baby boy”. I started trailing my fingers from his bare chest to the auburn scruff on his face that was deliciously tickling my fingers. He pulled me to his naked torso and I felt heat spreading all over my body. He left me speechless.

Actually, I couldn't even put into words how much I missed him so it was probably a better idea to show him. I was kinda nervous now, being so close to him and I was sure it was because I was so excited for him to be back. My whole body was tingling and I just wanted to feel him all over me. Like... he was so close but still too far away. “Go on, love, show me”, his raspy, whispering voice sent shivers down my spine, so I needed a moment, before I was able to put my lips on the rose tattoo on his left shoulder. My lips wandered from there to his neck, then down to the lion on his chest, while my hands rested on his stomach, slowly travelling down to his belt. Ed tilted his head back, anticipating my hands unbuckling it. He is a well-known tease-lover but this time was my turn. I didn’t want to let this little ready-to-go kitten get everything at once, even though I was dying to rip his pants off and admire this pleasurable view. I started giving him feather-light touches in the area where his trousers started visibly tenting. “Please, let me.. I can’t wait anymore...” he whispered under the breath in his full of desire voice. “Don’t be so mea..” he didn’t manage to finish his phrase ‘cause my naughty fingers got under his belt just right into the pants and gave him a short stroke that couldn’t go without noticing. He shut his eyes, exhaled loudly and then grabbed me, put on his shoulder and then down to the sofa. I started giggling and bit his earlobe.

Ed pinned me to the velvet pillows on the couch and frowned his gingerish eyebrows articulating in a mentor-like tone: “Do you think this is funny? I’ve been craving for you all these months...Going to sleep with one single thought - you, and waking up thinking about your body right next to mine. The only thing I want to do during these spare hours before our Suffolk trip...the only thing I want... is your legs wrapped around me and your sweet moans in my ears”. That was the second when I finally lost my mind. His angelic, freckled face with curls on the forehead was just an inch away from mine and... I gave up. My lips crashed on his and it seemed like I’d lived all this time without oxygen and finally started breathing Before I met him I didn't know what it was like to be in love. Well, I thought I knew but this whole thing with him was so different. My feelings for him were so strong that it scared me from time to time. What if someday he left me? What if it didn't work out because of his job? I tried to erase these thoughts from my mind but sometimes I couldn't help but think about that. I loved him so much and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't have a Plan B, so if this would go wrong in the future I wouldn't know how to keep going. Luckily, everything was fine now, he was back and he was all mine right in this second. “You're wearing way too many clothes, babe", he whispered after he broke the kiss and brought me back to reality. After all, reality was now better than dreaming. “Then help me get rid of it", I replied, biting my bottom lip, wiggling under him because I was so impatient. Just a second later I felt his warm, soft hands under my shirt and a small moan escaped my lips. I almost forgot how good his hands felt on me and I couldn't wait for more. I just hoped that he wouldn't play the teasing game with me tonight... but of fucking course he took his time, running his hands over my upper body and before I could complain I felt his lips on my neck, sucking and nibbling and I was pretty sure that I wouldn't get out of this without a hickey.

“I’m going to make you feel incredibly good, love”, he cooed while taking off my shirt. It was a bit chilly in the room but my nipples hardened not because of it but because of his skillful fingers that were dancing round them, twisting and squeezing. He was sitting on me with his eyes traveling from my face to my boobs. I lifted myself on the elbows and started unzipping his jeans. He helped me and threw his pants away standing there only wearing his black Calvin Klein’s. I felt these sparks of electricity and tension between us. He leaned towards me and without any hesitation took my shorts and a thong off. I wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaled this mind-blowing smell and wanted to capture this moment forever in memory. “Please don't ever leave for this long again", I mumbled between huffed breaths and chaste kisses, while I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls... but he just smiled, pressed a few kisses to my cheek, my neck, then travelled down my shoulder, my breasts and down my stomach. My eyes fell shut, I couldn't think anymore and the pure sensation of his lips on my skin was almost enough to send me over the edge. I was hungry for more... a lot more. Talking to him on the phone and texting just wasn't the same as actually feeling him on me.

“I'm here now, love”, I suddenly heard his voice again. “So don't worry”, ohh no, I didn't. He definitely erased every negative thought with what he was doing and he slowly made me lose my mind. His lips wandered even lower, but not where I wanted them the most. Instead he took his time to kiss every inch of my thighs, just letting me wait. Ohh, he would regret that later. He then made his way up again and just when I'd given up hope I suddenly felt his lips and his tongue right there! “Ohh fuck, Teddy”, I gasped, my hands finding his hair again to have something to hold onto. He used his long fingers to spread my folds and put his tongue deeper while rubbing his nose on the most sensual part of my dripping sex. His a bit calloused fingers kneaded every piece of this positively-singing area. My hips started spontaneously buckling straight into his face that was already covered with my juices. “Are u alright, sweet girl? Can’t wait for you to come all over my face?” he growled and started lapping me with a double zeal. Every time, these words, combined with the sexiest accent in the whole world, send me to the sky. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and they travelled from his head to my nipples. Ed noticed my action and gave me the wildest look of his already darkened navy-blue eyes. “Fuck...” I grasped, this man was truly gifted. I saw my impatient boy freeing his well-sculptured cock with one hand and giving it a long slow stroke. He couldn’t wait anymore but didn’t forget about me. Ed started rubbing messy circles on my already intolerably aching clit. This spectacular sight and sensations sent stores of electricity down my lower belly wires. I would've loved to help him out but right now I wasn't able to do anything other than to feel and watch while he touched himself. Every little movement of his fingers brought me closer, I was panting, biting my lip, trying to keep my eyes open because I just wanted to look at him. God, he was the most beautiful human being on earth and he didn't even know.

“Teddy, I'm so close, oh god, I-”, I couldn't finish my sentence, because his lips crashed down on mine but at the same time he stopped touching me and I growled into the kiss. Why the fuck did he stop now? I pushed him away playfully and looked at him puzzled, but this fucking tease just grinned at me. “Don't be mad at me, baby girl, I just don't want to finish you off like that just now”, uggh! I growled at him again, but I couldn't be seriously angry at him... not at all. Funnily, his little game just made me want him even more. I got him to lie on his back and I crawled over him, kissing his lips hungrily, while I felt his throbbing cock twitching against my tummy. “Let's see who's the impatient one here, huh?”, I whispered into his ear, rubbing myself against him. I kissed him again, while my hands travelled over the colorful tattoos on his chest, his belly, further down... and then up again. I took my time, listening to his heavy breathing and soft moans which really, really turned me on... until I finally touched him where he needed me the most. Just fingertips to very sensitive, soft skin but I heard him take a sharp breath and that made me want to tease him some more.

“Do you want more?”, I asked, looking into his eyes while my fingertips kept stroking him. “Yes, please...I want more...”, he whispered, trying to concentrate his attention on my fingers rubbing a pink plush head of his tool. I spit on my palm and spread it all the way down his shaft. It was a long wet stroke that made him tense his belly muscles. Poor boy, he couldn’t last any longer and I decided to stop that sweet torture. I was literally dripping wet and my only wish at that moment was Ed’s cock stretching out my sensitive walls...I was dying to feel every vein on his shaft and his hands all over my buzzing body. I made myself comfortable and started lowering... his twitching head touched and entered my opening just for a sec. I saw Ed’s fists grabbed the blanket that was on the sofa but his eyes were wide-open and focused on that particular moment. I did the same thing one more time but let him feel it for a while. A long primal moan escaped his parted lips. “If you’re going to play with me like this, babe, I will explode in a minute”, he groaned in a begging tone. Okay, these words..this man... his desire.... Without any hesitation I sank all the way down his length... That feeling of him filling me out was just out of this world, especially after such a long time. His head fell back in pleasure and I heard a long, deep growl out of his mouth which turned me on even more. I stopped for a second, getting used to him, before I started moving.

My hands were on his chest for some support, while his grabbed my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, guiding me. We soon found the perfect rhythm, just like we always did and even if it sounded weird, I was always glad when that happened because every time he was gone I feared that something between us would change, he would find someone better, he would realize that he didn't want to have a relationship because his career was so engaging. But right now that wasn't the case. It was just us, our love and lust for each other and the perfect unity of our bodies. “Fuck, love... don't stop now”, he groaned and a second later our gazes met. We looked into each other’s eyes and the moment was so intense that I almost exploded right there and then. I definitely didn't think about stopping now, so I increased our pace, his hips meeting mine. I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes with every thrust and when he suddenly started kissing my neck and his fingers found my clit again I just lost it. Everything came crashing down on me and the high carried me away. A few seconds of absolute pleasure, no worries, no pain, nothing... just the pure thrill of ecstasy. My nails were digging deeper into his chest when I felt him twitch inside of me and my walls clenched around him again, what seemed to send him over the edge, too. His head fell to my chest and he was panting, while we both rode out or orgasms, trying to regain steady breaths. “I love you, baby girl”, I heard him whisper, as I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls. “I love you too... and I'm so happy to have you back”.

A perfect reunion.

We were lying on the couch. I was listening to his heartbeat and he was playing with my hair. I looked around: my table covered with papers, our photos on the wall, his armchair with the guitar next to it and a half-way-through packed suitcase...wait?!.. “Ed, Ed! We’re going to be late for your dad’s B-Day party!” I exclaimed grabbing my t-shirt and trying to put on my shorts at the same time. I heard Ed answering his phone: “Hi, mum...we are on our way...”

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