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castielslostwings · 1 year

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Please help me tell people about my book!

Hi! I'm publishing a book! It's HERE, just in time for Christmas!! It's GAY!! It's romantic!!! It's HOT! It has firefighters and background sapphic romance, and is exciting AF!!!

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"Fire & Ice": The flaming hot queer romance novel where a foray into BDSM helps two best friends find themselves, each other, and what it really means to burn. Summary: "Firefighter Tripp Truett has somehow tumbled into a whole new kind of relationship with his quirky paramedic best friend, Lee, but mutual relief from their high-stress jobs quickly develops into something more. With all the missed signals and crossed wires, can these two ever figure out that they're so much closer to being on the same page than they think?"

**************************************** About the author (info dump ahoy!!!!) :

I'm Robin, sometimes known as Wings! I'm a 36-year-old, queer, autistic, disabled mom of 2 humans and 5 senior rescue dogs, former R.N. & paramedic. I'm a hardcore fangirl and a proud fanfic writer (and reader), and while I know some people will judge me for that, I am not ashamed! I started writing as a hobby after becoming physically disabled and unable to work as an RN. Fanfic gave me an audience and an outlet, gifted me purpose and hope again. Transformative fiction is FUN! It fosters creativity and passion, heals wounds, and makes people happy. If someone wants to discredit me for that, then perhaps they aren't the audience I'm seeking.

Ultimately, I know I'm taking a risk, but since people seem to enjoy my fics, this book is my attempt to try and make ends meet through original fiction! I know some people WILL discredit me. But I'm always about being myself and speaking on what I feel matters: Fanfic should be legitimized as a creative medium. I assure you, friends—the thousands of hours I've spent on my fanworks are as REAL as it gets. The intersection of disparaging fanfic + sexism/misogyny can't be overstated—women (esp queer women)'s unpaid work is often treated as a "hobby," not worthy of uplifting. I'm here to uplift! The risk is worth it—I would have nothing without fanfic & I'm proud. Younger creators shouldn't feel shame about writing/reading fanfic. We should ALL approach it as a legitimate medium. In fact, MOST new media these days is transformative "fanwork" of SOME kind, whether it's inspired by, based on, or outright rebooting existing worlds.

Plus, we queer folk simply deserve to see our stories in the mainstream media and to see the characters we fall in love, identify with, and root for to get their happily ever afters.

TL;DR: I'm keeping my name and history. Hopefully, I'll be successful in original fiction, but if not, I'll still be a fangirl. Please consider supporting me + other creators attempting to dip into original works. Follow or subscribe to my ko-fi for previews, updates, access to my discord community where I share exclusive content, and more: https://ko-fi.com/castielslostwings FIRE & ICE IS NOW AVAILABLE THROUGH MULTIPLE PLATFORMS! Ko-Fi subscribers will have the option to buy signed copies & merch bundles! The link to purchase will also be posted there first.

A MAJOR thank you to my friends, editors, and to everyone who in my server for supporting and encouraging me to put myself out there and try something new. Love you guys so much. <3 Thank you to @chaoticdean for the beautiful cover. Many more thank yous to come. P.S. If you are reading this and know anyone with a platform who might be interested in receiving a free copy in exchange for promo (only if they enjoy, ofc), please holler at me, I can use all the help I can get!

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gentil-minou · 6 months

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(Same anon who talked about having a Jewish friend)

Actually, I've already seen a bunch of the video explanations and looked things up before sending the last ask in, and yeah, I'm pretty convinced the Palestinians got a raw deal. It looks like the British came in, took over Palestine, then decided to kill two birds with one stone and try to move all the Jews out of their country and into the area they were trying to establish as Israel, while intimidating or outright forcing Palestinians into leaving their own homes in order to make room.

And then after repelling the attack from all the surrounding countries trying to get rid of Israel (which yeah, that uh. That would also have led to a massive tragedy), Israel took over a bunch of territory beyond what they'd been assigned (without any Palestinian input whatsoever), and claimed it as spoils of war or something. And it's occupied areas even beyond that, and regularly bombed Gaza like. A Lot.

Honestly, my biggest source of difficulty is that, well. I DO know people who are Jewish and have family in Israel, and are pro-Israel and arguing all the usual Israeli talking points, and are scared right now. And I can't really say that they shouldn't be afraid for themselves and their friends and family either, even though from what I've seen with my research, Palestinians seem to have been dealt a rawer hand. I'm not sure what to say to them, except generally adopting one of the more neutral stances that focuses on the horrors this conflict has inflicted on everyone involved, like what Rick Riordan said in a recent blog post.

I am also quite aware that when anyone, myself included, tries to speak about this issue, the reader is waiting to pounce, thinking, “Yes, but whose side are you on?” That is exactly the wrong question. If there are two sides to this issue, those sides are not Palestinian/Israeli or Muslim/Jewish. The two sides are humanitarian and dehumanizing. Dehumanizing has a long evil history. It is appealing and easy to buy into, because humans are tribal animals. We are hardwired to think in terms of ‘us’ versus ‘them.’ We are the real humans, the good guys, the ones with God on our side. Those other people are evil monsters who don’t deserve empathy. Hate mongers have thrived on dehumanizing for as long as there have been humans. It provides them with a purpose, a way to rally support, power, and scapegoats. It is easy to point to atrocities committed by our enemies, while justifying or minimizing the atrocities committed by ourselves or our allies.

Humanitarianism is a much harder sell. It requires us to empathize, to see other groups of people as equally deserving of dignity and quality of life. It requires not always putting ourselves and our needs first. But in the long run, humanitarianism is our only hope. If violence could end violence, if we could put an end to “those other people” once and for all, human history would read very differently than it does.

So yes, I am appalled by the Hamas attacks on Israeli civilians. I am appalled by the suffering of Palestinian civilians in Gaza. Both things can be true. Both things must be true. My thoughts are with all the people who have died, who have lost loved ones, who have had their worlds and their lives shattered, especially the children. More death and violence will not break this cycle, which has been going on for generations. There is no military solution. Even since I first wrote the post, only twenty-four hours ago, the Israeli government’s brutal retaliation against the entire population of Gaza has reached genocidal proportions. This is not only an atrocity. It is folly. Answering misery with misery only creates more fertile ground for extremism, dehumanizing the “other side,” letting hate mongers thrive, stay in power, and reduce us all to our most monstrous impulses. The only real solution is treating each other like equally worthy human beings, and negotiating a peace that allows all parties a chance to live in security and dignity, with hopes for a future that does not include bombs and rockets and gunfire. This means security and support for Israel, yes. It also means a secure Palestine which is allowed to get the international aid and recognition it needs to build a viable state.

Do I think that will happen? Unfortunately, no. Humans are simply too selfish, too ready to blame “the other” for all their problems, too ready to dehumanize, though I also believe, perhaps paradoxically, that most people just want to live their lives in peace and have a chance for their children to have a brighter future. The problem is when we don’t allow other people to have those same hopes and dreams — when it becomes a false choice of us versus them.

What can I do? I will continue to write books that I hope will give young readers some joy. I will resist the urge to demonize entire groups of people. I will call for less violence, not more violence. And when asked whose side I am on, I will tell you I am on the side of humanitarianism.

I'm not sure whether you have a better stance to take when it comes to talking to friends who have close ties to the Israeli side of this conflict, who are afraid for themselves and their family. Because I can't say they're wrong to be afraid and upset, but also there needs to be recognition of what Palestinians have gone through as well. I'm not sure whether you have Jewish friends who support Israel who you've talked about this with, but if you do, how do you handle that?

To be frank, I wish I had the answers for your question but I don't right now. The majority of people in my life are either Pro-Palestine or refuse to talk about the situation saying it's too stressful, which is its own frustration and which I push back on by still talking about it.

The people in my life that are Pro-Israel are at work, which is difficult considering the ethics in this situation are all over the place. How do I support an Israeli client calling for the genocide of an entire race? How do I, as their therapist, validate something that I find so morally repugnant I feel sick to my stomach before every session. How do I deal with working at an organization devoted to helping kids with their mental health when right now one of the most traumatic incidences the world has ever seen is happening right this second?

My workplace has apparently chosen silence and not talking about any of this as its strategy, and I don't know how to navigate it. Do I leave my job and the kids I work with to uphold my morals? Do I stay to help the kids I wanted to support even though they support something I fine reprehensible? Do I ignore it like my workplace does and stay for the kids I can help, where I comparmentalize everything thats been happening so I can help them even though their problems are so small? Do I stay even though every second of silence and refusal to recognize the very real genocide happening right now kills me every single day? I haven't worked it out yet. I don't know how to balance psychology ethics with my own ethics, and I think that's it's own issue.

So I don't have the answers here. I'm much better talking about these things online than I am in person. I have a better reach online than I do in person, which is why I do it so much here. If I had to confront a Pro-Israeli family/friend I know myself and I know I would cry and get angry and I don't know what I would do after that.

So for that, I'd say you're doing better than I am Anon.

Something I have considered though is where do I draw the line for what makes someone a friend or person I want to keep in my life.

And to me, a South Asian woman with an Arabic name from a Muslim family who grew up under the shadow of Post-9/11 Islamophobia in NYC and has devoted her life to working with kids who have trauma, depression, and anxiety, I think I am justified in taking it personally and with great offence if someone is saying the genocide of people I relate to heavily is okay. I think I as a person as a human being can draw the line when I need to.

And I think what gets me is I will talk about it. I refuse to stop.

#not tagging cause too much personal info here sdjkhfdsjkg #i wish i had better answers anon #i dont i feel stuck every day i feel like quitting every day i dont know what to do #and so i guess in that i hope at the very least you take comfort in knowing you aren't alone #but again the best way i've figured out i can help is to talk about this for as long as i can because if i stop i dont think i'd like #the person i would become #also anon ask me this question again after thanksgiving cause im sure that will be a big one #Anonymous #asked and answered

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datastate · 8 months

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Hi I'm the Mr. Chidouin being manipulative to Kai who's projecting anon, hopefully there aren't others so you understand which ask I'm referring to. Idk if one of your last posts was referring to me but in case it was I'm sorry, I didn't notice and didn't mean to just "remix" what you were already saying, I thought I was adding something of my own-ish but I probably missed some of your posts :(

Sorry again and sorry for the likely wonky English too but it's 3:15 am and I'm a bit sleepy so I just hope what I'm saying is understandable

I'm sorry, I didn't read what you posted next and assumed I did something bad 😭 There's no rush in replying to any of my asks ofc don't worry I'm sorry if it came across like that I'm just terrible at expressing myself Have a great whatever your time is where you are :D

hi!! no worries abt it; i know there was likely no ill-intent with you or anyone else who has done this in the past (except for. a couple hk fans but OTL neither here nor there), and it's only natural to be inspired by other headcanons/meta you've seen floating around -- it's how a sort of 'fan community' works! it's one of the things i greatly appreciate abt spaces like these, too.

in particular, i just get very wary when it's repurposed to specifically be a case of 'why is no one talking about this' / 'i'm the first one to talk about this' (& adjacent types of 'presentation') when... hey. i can see this person is following me while i have been speaking about [headcanon/meta]. on occasion, i do reach out to rb the post itself w a rehashing of my thoughts in case the other person's too scared to initiate conversation and does genuinely want to engage in it - i just haven't had the energy as of late to initiate conversations as long as i typically enjoy... (º □ º l|l)

as for yourself, though i know you've realized it wasn't abt you (or really. anyone. it's just a disheartening pattern i've recognized;;), don't worry! especially as you are the one who's been sending in asks to have that little back/forth, i truly appreciate it!!

&. i also struggle with tone, so i apologize if the original post came across accusatorily/angrily as that wasn't my intention at all!! - i don't hold any grudge at all against people who do this, and i realize it's something that is oftentimes unintentional! like i said, it just makes me sad because it halts that sort of engaging conversation/discussion you can have with other people :'] rather it's through asks or rbs, or even through discord messages, i really do love getting the chance to share/hear out ideas. there's no need for this to be solitary, and it honestly shouldn't be!

i know in my experience, there are some people who've definitely thought more about characters than i've ever considered - such as keiji, where miles'/atlas-of-galaxies' interpretation of him has now influenced my view of his character for the better and on a deeper level than i previously gave him credit for. or even anzu! i'm sure everyone's seen hazard's/corvidcrown's extensive headcanons for anzu that still manage to fall in line with how she acts in-game and keeps the information we were given in ch3's introduction (staring at nankidai forgetting he wrote it so anzu. made her outfit) & it's really inspiring and i love talking to him about her because it always presents so many new ways to handle her character!! even kanna - someone who i consider myself to think a lot about - one of my other friends (jaws/jawzxcm) recently wrote kanna and touched on specifically how/why her insecurities aligned with her desire to 'prove' herself worthy as someone to be cared about (in kindness (which kugie points out begins to feel like she's a doormat), & in usefulness (as seen in the main death game)). it's hard to keep it concise, but there was much more discussion behind each of these that made me go like 'holy shit! that's such a cool interpretation' (it has fundamentally changed my view of the character)

these are all characters that i also dig into, but it's typically through their dynamics with other characters that i spend more time thinking about - which means i don't often get the chance to truly mull over every little detail. but getting the chance to hear from others who have... it's really heart-warming and eye-opening! i always enjoy getting the chance to share that and find realizations/new ways of reading their character arcs that i wouldn't have previously done on my own.

#I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE... MY APOLOGIES FOR GOING OFF ON A SPIEL i just tend to. over-clarify. but :'D #tl;dr you don't need to worry! i'm not mad or anything in the first place; & you're taking the time to try to interact which i appreciate #ask #anonymous

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ac-liveblogs · 2 years

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Kazuha's story for this event would have been much more fun if it wasn't just dead history that no one, even Kazuha himself, cares about. Why would you show angst and conflict and then be like "yeah none of that matters now." Wish we could have seen him struggle with it. He might have even been an interesting character!

Also in this event he was like "Ambitions are what makes people human and gives them strength." but in his story he was like "ambitions are stupid and shouldn't challenge the gods" so are we to assume that Kazuha developed into supporting the vision hunt? Even though the only arc he'd been thru at that point was fighting the vision hunt? I think his apathy just feels contradictory. He wants to fly free and not be tied down by anything, but also he super cares about the trappings of justice and the wellbeing of people which implies being super tied down by things.

I think the purest form of this is ppls theory that the electro seelie from pt 3 was his friends spirit. If so, we are being guided through Kazuha's sad backstory by his deceased friend who Kazuha thinks walked into his own unobjectionable death by completely cool n okay tyrant goddess (which he later resisted so clearly he actually did care? Otherwise why did he fight?! What's going on!?)

Kazuha is.............. kind of antithetical to Genshin's obsession with lore, isn't he? If it were me, I'd make Kazuha's lack of interest bite him in a "the past comes back to haunt you" type of plot, or use it to put him in conflict with people that disagree with his decisions (like Ayato/Ayaka, who can't understand why he'd let the clan die out). Stacking up all the things Kazuha doesn't care about or has rejected responsibility for could paint him in a pretty bad light (up to and including ditching Inazuma) and give him room to grow/develop, or try to affirm his ideology/reach a balance.

Well, the Kaedehara family lore is really kind of irrelevant outside of the context of the upcoming drama between Kazuha and Scaramouche, so... I probably would have saved snippets of it for drama in the Inazuma World Quest and put Kazuha at odds with Ayaka and Scaramouche in very different ways lmao

As it is, it just comes across as lore for lore's sake. I'm getting really sick of Genshin putting everyone's character development in the past.

Kazuha didn't really say that ambitions are stupid and you shouldn't challenge the Gods; it's that Kabotsurube Isshin's current ambition was impossible to attain, and that it had warped beyond his creator's original ambition anyway.

Prized Isshin Blade: When I look back at the past, I can remember the day of my forging like it was just yesterday. Prized Isshin Blade: I once told him that I would pay any price to fulfill his wishes, such was the debt I owed to him for giving me the gift of consciousness. Prized Isshin Blade: But darkness and slaughter numb the mind. Over time, I lost sight of the difference between gratitude and grudge. Prized Isshin Blade: Not only did I fail to fulfill his ambition... I also defiled it... Kaedehara Kazuha: You are finally seeing reality clearly.

and

Kaedehara Kazuha: He felt intense regret at being tricked by the Fatui, but he could never again return to his homeland. His sole wish was to one day return his single proudest creation back to the land of his birth. Kaedehara Kazuha: So he instructed this sentient blade to find a way back to Inazuma, no matter how long or how hard the journey. But he never wished to rival the gods... Kaedehara Kazuha: All he wanted to show was that they once shone brilliantly as blade and smith, that they were still worthy of being trusted.

Kazuha even says he found Kagotsurube Isshin's desire to fight the Raiden Shogun inspiring, because he's drawn to those with grand aspirations. He has no issue with ambitions, he just saw this one as misguided and wanted to help Kagotsurube Isshin realise that its course was self-destructive. Kazuha has never agreed with the Vision Hunt decree, he just didn't want to fight it.

I... kind of get Kazuha saying it was his friend's own stupid fault for picking a fight with the Shogun, because it kind of was, like, what did he expect to happen - personally the issue I have with it is that I'd expect Kazuha to say that line out of bitterness towards his friend's bad decision before he came to understand that/why his friend died satisfied? Genshin actually uses it as one of many lines indicating why what Ei did was Fine, Actually, No-One Blames Her, It's All Good. It's less about Kazuha and more about Ei, so... as useful as it would be for characterisation, it's easier to just disregard it.

Kazuha’s “selfless heroism” is kind of an informed attribute, though. Where. When. You mean the 0 words he spoke in the Inazuma World Quest, where he just showed up and Fought Guys? Write the actual concept in the story, not just his lore, you hacks!

#ac plays genshin impact #kazuha meditation zone #i'm thinking about this kid a lot lately. i'm so annoyed. i could really like him.#IN CONCEPT

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undertakerslxt · 1 year

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Get ready for this.

1-30 for Alex and Jelena.

oooohhhh boy! okay! here we go!

1. who is the most affectionate?

hmm.... jelena. alex is just a little reserved when it comes to affection, mainly due to her past. jelena is helping her work past that though!

2. big spoon/little spoon?

alex is definitely big spoon and jelena is little spoon

3. most common argument?

either jelena worried about alex's dangerous missions or alex arguing that jelena deserved much better than what her family treated her like. or jelena saying the same about alex's handlers. basically, one of them trying to convince the other they deserved a better childhood and family and they're worthy of love, and shouldn't think of themselves as worthless

4. favorite non-sexual activity?

cuddling, or baking. alex also likes to read or sing to jelena, especially to help her fall asleep after nightmares.

5. who is most likely to carry the other?

oh, alex definitely carries jelena around everywhere when jelena lets her.

6. what is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

alex adores jelena's personality. she's beautiful, of course, but her personality is even more so, and it's why alex fell in love with her in the first place.

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

alex starts going out on less missions because of jelena’s worry, but would also start being more shy around ber. i think jelena would bake more for alex and make sure she ate properly more often.

8. nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

alex (like will) calls jelena her sunshine or ray of sunshine, because jelena is her light in the dark. i think jelena sticks with usual nicknames like darling or sweetheart.

9. who worries the most?

honestly? both of them, it depends on the situation. alex is constantly worried about jelena’s safety from other reapers or demons. jelena probably frets like crazy when alex leaves on a mission and doesn’t get home until late.

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

i think jelena here, because she pays attention to the small details more. she’d know what alex wants almost anywhere. alex tends to be a more bigger picture person, so she might not always remember exactly what jelena wants but she’ll make up for it with the overall romantic date night they’re probably on.

11. who tops?

oh, alex for sure

12. who initiates kisses?

alex more often as she likes kissing jelena randomly, but they both initiate fairly often

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

i think jelena would be more likely to reach for alex’s hand more often

14. who kisses the hardest?

again, alex

15. who wakes up first?

probably alex, just because she likes to be up before the sun to work in her lab. but on her days off, she sleeps in and jelena will probably wake up first.

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

alex will definitely be the first to try to convince jelena to skip work and snuggle her just a little longer. she’s definitely run late because she was too comfy snuggling her partner that morning

17. who says I love you first?

honestly… i could see alex doing it once she gets comfortable with jelena enough to know jelena won’t leave her.

18. who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

definitely jelena, and it can probably range from ‘i love you’ to encouraging notes about her day. (alex keeps them all in a scrapbook in her office).

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

this is tricky. considering neither of them really have surviving family besides one or two people, i’d have to go with alex since violet would know way before jelena’s family (if they ever found out).

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

violet’s delighted, of course. she just wants to know when she can come over for jelena’s cooking. if mara and don or jelena’s parents ever found out… well, they’d definitely disapprove. the rest of jelena and alex’s friends wholeheartedly support them and will fight anyone who even looks at them weird

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

alex randomly starts dancing with jelena because she has so much energy and happiness… so her

22. who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

definitely jelena. she taught alex how to cook without burning the whole house down. alex is still learning but she mostly just likes to be there to steal kisses and flirt with her wife about anything, especially how beautiful she looks. but yeah, jelena definitely wins in the kitchen and when it comes to food.

23. who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

…alex. considering she’s constantly plotting to use her new dad jokes or cheesy pickup lines to hear jelena laugh, definitely alex wins here.

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

again, alex. what? jelena’s adorable when she’s blushing in public from one of alex’s innuendos!

25. who needs more assurance?

hmm… they both need it. but alex also has come to terms with her childhood and never really having a home until jelena came along, so she’s probably comforting jelena more, and she will always do so. she only wants her wife to be happy.

26. what would be their theme song?

okay… so i have a few. first, for the times before jelena and alex became reapers, i would say alex’s song to jelena is in case you don’t live forever by ben platt. jelena is alex’s hero, and she adores jelena, and sometimes she can’t always properly express it so this would be an apt expression.

then, after they become reapers, her song to jelena would be either light or i’ll keep you safe by sleeping at last

27. who would sing to their child back to sleep?

hmm. i think… jelena.

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

is ‘waiting for her to come home’ a viable answer for alex? no, but seriously, alex will count down the days until jelena comes home, even the hours, and then scoop her up into a million hugs and kisses. she might read a book in the meantime, though

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

that they probably both still have nightmares and alex is sometimes convinced jelena will leave her for someone better. during these moments, she’ll cling to jelena more than ever. also, if she lost jelena, alex honestly would probably go insane because jelena is the most important thing in the world to her. alex simply could not lose her.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

that more than once, their love for each other has been the key to them saving each other. and that whenever alex goes on missions to other countries, she brings back little souvenirs for her wife, partly to reassure her alex will always come home to her.

#williamtshakespears #rp #jelena spears #jelena taylor #alexandra coldwater #i have a playlist for them if you want it #uwu #i hope you liked this #i’m sorry it took so long

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 2 years

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hey just wanted to say that on the whole "unlovable" thing, i often feel similar, but then I see people who i think are kinda "whatever" being loved and it just brings me down to earth like "girl, everyone can be loved and desired". For example, last year I had a really hard time feeling like crap internally, and then out of nowhere a friend of mine sent me a text with a confession that they had a crush on me and it shook me to my core: how come she just...likes me??she.....is attracted to me?I'm....interesting enough? Wow that never happened to me before!! ((((note: I wasn't super attracted to her nor did really see her like that for a really long time, and we continued to be just friends and stuff)))

And YEAH pretty much you will ALWAYS be interesting enough, we really are simply enough! When feeling unwanted, we often feel like "working to be better, to be finally worthy (of love, of anything)", but the thing is: growing is natural, it hapens just like that, it shouldn't be a constant thought that makes you obsessed with things instead of living: "oh I'm reading this book that I really wanted to, that'll make me more interesting, more knowledgeable, isn't this cool??ain't I cool?" this tray of thought just makes us sick, and working to abandon it is the way to go!

You ARE someone. You ARE interesting. You ARE cool. You ARE good to be around. You ARE enough ALREADY.

Really, by the stuff you consume and post here, in real life I'd think you're pretty cool, I'd genuinely be interested in you, you're genuine, appreciative, complex.....you're interesting fr

I lost count of the times I was drooling over a girl thinking she was just SO COOL and beautiful and I insanely admired them, just to find that most people thought she was "whatever", not particularly pretty, and even kinda lame, or that they thought of themselves like that, and I went "you people blind??" "....girl, how is your self esteem low when I'm sure I couldn't be half of what you are?"

we are enough, honey, and I hope you are able to see that most days, and be loved, too! wish that for the both of us!

Thank you so much for reaching out!! You are so kind oh my gosh 🥺💕💕💕

I’m so sorry that’s a feeling you can relate to as well though :( I can’t imagine how hard that’s been for you.

You are so right though! It’s one of those odd situations where I seem to feel like I’m the exception to the rule. Like I fully believe beauty is in the eye of the beholder and what one person finds absolutely stunning another person might it. And a lot of the time it’s not based one what’s currently considered conventionally attractive. But then to myself I’m not included in that , obviously. Im just unloveable on all levels.

Chalk it up to a self esteem issue and or some maladaptive coping mechanisms, but it’s really hard to break that thought pattern that it just doesn’t include me aha.

But I love your positivity and your love!!! 💕💕💕💕💕 we’ve definitely both got this. And I believe in you so much!!! You have such a big and beautiful heart, so don’t ever forget that! 💕💕💕

I hope you have a nice day 🌸

#asks #anon #answered

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featuring @reneebrxndxn || renee asks theo to accompany her visit to cole's grave && pray for him. theo provides counsel.

Renee Brandon

Thank you for coming with me. -She walks alongside Theo as they head out to the graveyard- I know it seems silly but I think I still need the support to face this.

Father Theodore Hughes

-when renee asked for his assistance, he was happy to lend a hand in whatever it was she needed. when they reached cole's burial ground, theo understood- Dealing with death is hard, even in our crazy world. I'm happy to lend whatever help you need. I'd need to bend down a bit for a shoulder to lend on, but I'll do my best. -it was his attempt to keep things a bit light hearted- What he did was very noble.

Renee Brandon

-She led Theo up to the grave and she laughed under her breath at his joke. Although she felt bad for laughing while being so close to Cole's final resting place- Yeah, and yet I still don't really know why he did it. We weren't friends.

Father Theodore Hughes

Not being friends doesn't mean he didn't respect you in some regard. -theo detailed with a small shrug, his hands digging deep within his coat pockets- Obviously, he saw you worthy of living over him. Or maybe he thought he had enough time to pull you away and not get hurt. We'll obviously never truly know. -his blue hues quickly glanced to the makeshift grave before returning to the blonde- Why are we out here, Renee?

Renee Brandon

-Renee didn't take her eyes off the headstone, just listening to Theo. A heavy breath exhaled from her lungs as she pushed her hands deep into her pockets- To remind myself that I shouldn't be here. I'm only here at the expense of other people.

Father Theodore Hughes

-a curious brow rose at her statement- At the expense of other people? What do you mean by that?

Renee Brandon

-She points to the grave- Cole got bitten and killed when the zombie was going for me. Ike almost died because of me. -She recalls what Fleet told her and how the words still stung - I shouldn't be here.

Father Theodore Hughes

-theo lightly chewed the inside of his cheek as he listened, his heart breaking for renee. he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder- Renee, I don't know what you believe in but I believe in everything happening for a reason. Cole's actions solidify the fact that you are supposed to be here. And I don't know what happened between you and Ike, but I'm sure it was simply a mistake. He's still alive because he's supposed to be, just like you are.

Renee Brandon

-Renee felt her shoulders sag a little under the weight of his hand on her shoulder- I believe in science and facts. What empirical evidence can prove. The only thing that's been proven is that people get hurt around me.

Father Theodore Hughes

Your sons?

Renee Brandon

Oliver had to see things no kid should ever have to see. And Henry almost didn't survive being born.

Father Theodore Hughes

Both of those no fault of your own, just the aftermath of what the world turned into. From where I’m standing, your sons have been taken care of the way they should be; unhurt by their mother.

Renee Brandon

Well, I'm glad you think so.-She sometimes felt like she was barely treading water when it came to protecting her sons- So what do you think the reason for all of this, then?

Father Theodore Hughes

For a world filled with zombies? -theo asked with a slight hint of amusement dripping in his tone-

Renee Brandon

-Renee laughs under her breath and nods- Yeah, for starters.

Father Theodore Hughes

-a light snort vibrated in the back of his throat- If I had a plum for every time I’ve been asked that question…. -theo shook his head, his hand dropping from renee’s shoulder- I wish I had an answer, but yours is as good as mine.

Renee Brandon

I'm sure you'd have plenty of plums. -She laughed hollowly once he gave her his answer. She wasn't surprised in the slightest- Alright, then. Doesn't hurt to ask. I guess I'm just trying to figure out how to move on from this. Especially with the Daybreakers putting the whole town on edge.

Father Theodore Hughes

Just like we move on from anything else - by feeling the emotions, recognizing them, accepting them - and then realizing holding onto them does nothing but tear your psyche down. -theo turned to face renee- You’ll get through this, Renee. You’re strong.

Renee Brandon

You say that. -She massages her shoulder as she turns to look at Theo- I feel like I'm barely hanging in there. Ermano nearly died, Cole did, now we have a group of us at the ranch playing live bait, most of them my friends. It's just so much happening all at once and I don't know what I would do if something happened to Clint or Val or....well any of them.

Father Theodore Hughes

Ermano's brush with death had nothing to do with you, but his survival was. You helped him get back to his wife and their adopted son. In my eyes, that's a true hero. -he wished he could take some of the hurt and weight from renee's heart so she could see some of the silver lining around her- Cole's death, though it was due to him saving you, doesn't mean that fault falls on you. It was his choice, after all. Look. -he took renee's hands in his, holding them a little tightly than intended- I can see the good in you, and this world is designed to break those of us who took a vow to do good. Don't let it strip away all the blessings we still have from your sight.

Renee Brandon

-Renee was about to point out that Cole's death was her fault but he was gripping her hand which stopped her words in her throat. She took a breath as she let him say his peace- Did they teach you how to give pep talks in seminary school?

Father Theodore Hughes

-a light chuckle escaped his lips as he gave a small shake of his head- No, my dear. That came with age and experiences. -theo let her hands go and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, still standing next to her as they faced cole's grave- We all have our moments, but as long as we find our way back - that's what matters.

Renee Brandon

-Renee laughs as she leans into him when his arm draws her in- I feel like I've had plenty of moments to last a life time. I keep telling myself I'll relax when everything's calmed down but it never does seem to do that. It just keeps piling and piling. Don't know if there is a path back.

Father Theodore Hughes

-he gives a light shrug as to not rattle her head- Maybe the path doesn't lead back, but to something - or someone - better? -theo looked down to renee, offering a reassuring smile- I obviously don't know your story, and you don't know me, but I am always around if you ever need this shoulder. Or the other one, which ever is your preference.

Renee Brandon

Mmmm, someone. You saying I'm lonely, Father? -she looked up at him with an amused expression- I appreciate that. Really. I'll try not to burden your shoulders too much. I think you'll be busy with others to handle my self-loathing moments. -she glances back to Cole's grave- I hope he's at rest.

Father Theodore Hughes

Not at all, I'm sure you have your hands full enough with your boys and community members not being careful. -theo follows her gaze- From what I heard about him from others, I'm sure he's thankful for the rest.

Renee Brandon

-Renee does sound a more hearty laugh as she nods- Yeah, the boys run me ragged. I'm hoping the older they get the more they'll settle down. -she lets her laughter die for a minute- Can you help me with a prayer for him?

Father Theodore Hughes

-her question shocked him, but theo was always more than willing to provide prayer when asked- For him, or for you?

Renee Brandon

-She knew it was probably a shocking request, considering she wasn't exactly the religious type but times were changing- For him....I don't know if he was religious or anything but...I don't know, maybe it's dumb. I just want him to be at peace.

Father Theodore Hughes

-theo nodded, taking renee's hand in his- Heavenly Father, we bow our heads in prayer to ask for our brother, Cole's peace. Eternal rest granted unto him, Oh Lord,

and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. I also pray for my sister, Renee, to find solace in these trying times. Amen. -theo used his free hand to sign the cross in front of him before giving his closed hand a peck. he then looked down with a small smile- Everything's going to be okay, Renee.

Renee Brandon

-Renee bowed her head but stared at the ground at her feet as she listened to the prayer Theo offered. She felt a nice sort of solace in it, even though she was sure that she would still feel the guilt for eternity. As he closed it out she looked back at Cole's grave marker and sighed- I hope you're right, Theo. I really do.

Father Theodore Hughes

Let's get you back in. I can show you a few drawings your boys did. I have them up on the wall in the school. -placing a gentle arm around renee's shoulder, theo directed them back toward the doors to redwood-

Renee Brandon

-Renee nodded, giving Cole's grave one more studious look before turning with Theo and walking back with him into Redwood- Thank you, Theo.

#theodore ;; discord threads #discord threads ;; renee

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tragedicna · 1 year

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@terestris / misc quotes | accepting

‘ i spent my life arguing how i mattered until it didn’t matter . ’

lips twisting into a frown, brows drawn together in concern. she knows that feeling well...she's seen it destroy her friends. it's not a pretty sight, and alessandra never knew what to say to ease that hole in her frineds, a regret that sat with her...

"you shouldn't have to argue that you matter," she murmurs, hand reaching out to grasp that of gaia's in her own. "you shouldn't have to prove your worth to anyone," she shakes her head, "what is important is that you think of yourself and how to..." she struggles for a second. she's never been great with getting her thoughts across.

"what matters is that you take care of yourself first, don't argue with people that don't listen," she continues, "once you put yourself first and heal yourself, the right people will come to you...people that know you matter and are worthy, no matter how you are," she urges, it's not the best way to word her thoughts, but she hopes to have gotten her point across.

she hates to see her friends beat themselves up over things like this. they have always been the brightest and most brilliant people; but they always burn out so quickly when they fight for other people's opinion, to scream their worth, argue that they matter....alessandra hated that and she hated herself for not being able to help them.

"if it's worth any pennies," alessandra offers a small smile, giving gaia's hand a gentle squeeze, "you matter tons to me," she says.

#( alessandra iannucci | answered )#terestris #thanks for sending!

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stormcloudsandshadows · 1 year

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man let people make mistakes. people aren't inherently evil for making bad decisions. oftentimes they seem like the right decision and their judgement is skewed by trauma. that doesn't make them a villain. that makes them broken. and you shouldn't punish someone for being broken and not knowing what to do about it.

YESYES! Like. Volo for instance, the gnc af actual villain- it’s implied they are the last of their people, the people that were likely wiped out by settlers, like. They’re trying to reach their god, by any means necessary, because- they’re the one that must be worthy, they’re the last of the Celestica, obviously they should be the one.

Then Kamado, the late game antagonist who banishes you because you fell from the same rift that is causing a bunch of issues which- it is, in a way, logical, and for a man who shoved every hint of emotion away for the sake of keeping his people completely safe- and- and he LED HIS PEOPLE from a RUINED HOME that WIPED OUT MOST OF THEIR FRIENDS AND FAMILY beCAUSE OF POKEMON and he is doing what he thinks is necessary to keep them safe even if it’s extreme. And like. *his life was destroyed by Pokémon* and he is *carving a new place in an unforgiving brutal world* with his /fingernails/ yknow?

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theviolencedistrict-archived · 3 years

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😟,😓

- nb anon :3

😟 - I wish I had the courage to start talking to you.

😓 - I feel like you would not really like me.

#i hold my hand out to you nb anon #i like you!!! interacting with me is so kind of you #you shouldn't think that way! reach out to people! you are worthy of friends and support #that includes me!#ask game answers

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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This is home

Gender neutral reader

Pairing: Otto Octavius x reader. Slight Norman Osborn x reader, but not really.

Notes: SPOILERS TO NWH!!!!

Word count: 1.1k

[Masterlist]

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

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Chapter Two

"What the hell?"

Peter grits his teeth and turns his eyes away from you. He hadn't spoken to you about anything that had happened on his European trip, so it shouldn't be a surprise to find you a little bit upset about all of this. There was no way you wouldn't find out after his reveal was broadcasted everywhere on everything.

"Just let me explain." He holds his hands up in a defensive manner as he enters your apartment. You had walked away from the door with a long drawn out sigh, clearly tired and not in the mood, but Peter wasn't about to give up here.

"Explain! Explain that," you point at the TV, "and explain them, hello May," you wave at the beautiful woman standing by the door. May waves back.

"This guy Mysterio wasn't who he said he was and he ruined everything. I thought I could trust him, but he was feeding me all these lies and I believed him. Mr Stark trusted so much to me and I just gave it away because I didn't think I was worthy enough, but I gave Mysterio exactly what he wanted and everything went so wrong. He told the world who I am and made me out to be the bad guy. MJ, Ned and I were aiming for M.I.T but they dismissed us because of all of this. I tried to fix it. I went to Doctor Strange to see if he could undo what Mysterio did, but he couldn't because he doesn't have the time stone, but he mentioned this spell, a forgetting spell-"

"You went to Doctor Strange for a spell?" You sputtered.

Peter blinked, "well, yeah. I didn't know what else to do. M.I.T was the goal and because they're friends with me, they didn't get in. They helped me and it ruined their lives. Strange tried to cast the spell, but I kept messing it up because I didn't want certain people to forget. It backfired. I tried to get M.I.T to reconsider, but as I was doing that, this guy showed up. She said she would speak to them after I saved her, but basically because I messed up the dangerous spell, the Multiverse opened-"

"The Multiverse?"

"Yeah, and it let these guys in." Peter turns around and gestures to the group behind him. You look at the small gathering who had entered your apartment. You had to blink a few times to assure yourself you weren't seeing things.

"Is that man made out of sand?" You ask, staring at him. A small dust pile was gathering by his feet.

"Yeah... and he's electric. Oh, and this is Doctor Osborn, and Doctor Octavius."

Doctor Osborn steps forward with a smile and reaches for your hand, you give it him, letting him shake hands with you as he introduces himself less formerly. "Call me Norman, I insist."

"Alright, Norman..." You offer him a polite smile, but say nothing else. Your eyes turn to Doctor Octavius, but he's not looking at you. Actually, he looked like he would rather be anywhere else. "Right..."

Norman lets go of your hand in favour of looking around your home, you let him. You turn back to Peter and glare lightly at him.

"What do you want from me?"

"I need somewhere for these guys to stay, and I really don't want to leave them at Happy's place. He would be furious with me. Can they stay here with you?"

"No."

"Please!" Peter grabs your arm to stop you from walking away, he gives you pleading eyes ad he begs. "I promise I'll keep them all under control. I'm going to fix them."

"Fix them?"

"They're technically bad guys where they come from.... but if I send them back now, I send them back to their deaths and I can't do that. I'm not OK with sending people away to die. I want to change their fates.... I want to help them."

You sigh softly as you look at him. Peter is asking a big thing from you, and you really don't have the energy for this, but he is your friend. Peter has been able to rely on you in the past. He trusts you.

"They die?"

"Yes. Fighting Spider-Man. Please..."

You glance up at May. She wears a sad smile. Next to her stands Octavius, who is now looking at you. You glance at the two men beside him, then at Norman who has come to stand beside you.

"If it's not too much trouble," Norman says.

You bite the inside of your cheek. This is a less than ideal situation. However, it wouldn't feel right to turn these people away. You look at Peter and you nod softly.

Peter grins from ear to ear.

"Thank you! Thank you!!"

The hug you are then pulled into is unexpected, but your arms circle around him all the same. You smile softly at the thought of being so helpful to him, in what you can only describe as a really important and tough moment.

For now you'll let it slide that Peter called them bad guys, and the fact that you had seen the footage of Parker and Octavius fighting on the bridge.

"Great!" Peter lets go of you and turns to the group. "They'll need somewhere to sleep for tonight. Oh, uh, someone should go get the fabricator from Happy's place."

"I have the van, I can go," May says.

"You'll need help," Peter tells her.

"Fabricator?" You turn to Peter. "Why does Happy have one of those?"

"Best not to ask, really."

"I'll go with May. You stay and watch these guys," you tell him. "My apartment better still be standing when I get back. I will end all of you if not."

You go and grab your coat.

Norman watches you go, a small smile on his face. He watches as you and May talk quietly to one another, despite the fact Otto was clearly listening in. You shrug on your jacket and follow May out of the van. Peter is left with them all.

"Uh... make yourself at home, I guess..." Peter smile awkwardly a them.

Norman turns to the window and walks over to it, peeking through the blinds. He can just about see the van parked outside. Moment later, both May and yourself walk out. He watches with interest as you hear something from the van and become startled. Ah yes, Conners. He chuckles to himself as he watches you.

"What's so funny?" He hears Otto ask from behind him.

Glancing back at the man, he sees Otto still bound by his own actuator. The man is clearly glaring at him from behind his shades.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," Norman grins, turning back to the window. He watches the van leave.

Yes, he would be quite comfortable here for now.

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@alex-the-rainbow @smokeywhalee @nathan-no @beetlejuicesupremacy @marine-captain-deku @mischief-siriusly-managed @cute-angi @crazy-obsessed-enby @red-plaidedandcladed

#this is home #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #nwh #nwh spoilers

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holden-caulfield · 3 years

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Hatred, you thought.

↪︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

SUMMARY: enemies that get trapped in the same room and have no choice but to work together to get out, inevitably leading the two of them to realize their true feelings for each other to lovers.

WARNINGS: is it angsty? i don't think so, fluffy ending tho

WORD COUNT: 1991

A/N: i'm not really sure what this is, but i used my prompt and this came out... i don't think i ever mention draco but i wrote this with him in mind. also, i don't think they are in school, it's an au of some sort and it's very messy :) it will make sense as you read it tho!!

No way out. An empty room. Just you and him.

Oh, how ironic Fate could be, how insensitive, cruel and ironic.

No way out.

You were stuck, how it happened was still a mystery to you. Such a fool for having let yourself be trapped in there.

An empty room.

No windows, just a door, which was now sealed. The only source of lightning was enough to illuminate both of your faces, his features so sharp in the pale light emanated from the dangling lamp above you.

Just you and him.

It could have been anyone, but it had to be him, of course. He wasn't any happier than you, he despised you just as much as you did, if not more.

But there you were, alone together. Words weren't needed because facial expressions were enough to convey each other's feelings: scowls perfectly disclosed any emotion that passed through your minds. Aversion, loathing, abhorrence, hate.

Such a strong word, you never thought you'd have used it to describe someone, but he was worthy of the title. You hated him, so deeply, so violently, so passionately.

He was much more generous with the use of the word, he hated pretty much everyone who didn't agree with him. But with you. Oh, with you it was different. He made sure you knew he actually hated you. It was not playful banter, it was not temporary animosity. It was pure, unfathomable hatred.

Then why did you find yourself there with him? Fate, once more, came into play.

It has such a weird way of playing, Fate. It can conjoin long lost lovers just as easily as it can unite sworn enemies who would happily have nothing to do with each other. And it takes great pleasure in doing the latter; you couldn't help but imagine the Moirai laughing, deriding you as they spun the inexorable thread that was your own Fate. Insensitive and cruel they were as they got their merciless job done.

"What now?" he asked, but he already knew the answer. He didn't want to admit it, admit he needed your help; neither did you.

But the only alternative was waiting, waiting for the inevitable destiny that would have hit you if you hadn't got out of the room. However, that meant more time to share with him, and neither of you was hoping on it.

"We find a way out, isn't it obvious?" you couldn't refrain the sarcasm dripping from your tone. The even deeper scowl decorating his face was worth it.

"How?" it took a lot out of him to stop himself from snapping at you as he analyzed the only object in the chamber, the door.

"Aren't you the one always preaching about his above-average intellect? Put it to good use, then." you knew snarky remarks wouldn't have helped you to find a way out, but they did help improve your mood, even if only in the slightest.

"No lock. No handle. No hinges. What is your great intellect suggesting?" he threw away that last ounce of restraint he had in him and decided to play your game. A challenge, to entertain you while you endured his vile presence.

"Push it. Break it down."

"Ladies first." you took a running start and collided with the door. It didn't budge.

You tried again, this time he joined you. It didn't budge. Useless attempts.

"Great idea." you could feel the smirk in his voice but you didn't give him the satisfaction and stared at the still-closed door instead.

No way out. An empty room. Just you and him.

When suddenly an illumination: while scrutinizing the room, you looked up and, narrowing your eyes, you noticed a square-shaped line, so thin you couldn't have seen it if you hadn't been so focused.

"Give me a hand, quick!" you let of all the hostilities as an opportunity arose and grasped his shoulder, forcing him to look towards the area your finger pointed to.

He joined his hands and helped you reach what you hoped was a trap door.

"God, i thought you were lighter..."

"And i thought you were stronger but look at us." you stretched your arms to reach it but it was still too high up, "Higher!"

"I can't extend myself, you know?" he said, quite irritated.

"Oh woah, something you can't do? Bewildering..." arms still outstretched, you lifted yourself on your toes. A mistake.

You lost balance and could already taste the blood in your mouth from the inevitable contact with the floor, but it never happened.

Because he caught you. You were shocked and from the look in his eyes, he was too.

"Try not to do other stupid things because i won't be there to catch you again." you quickly lifted yourself from his hold and immediately started to study another way to reach the trap door, your only hope, but in your mind thoughts about what had just happened still roamed freely.

There was no explanation other than the fact that he could not work with an injured person; if you had hurt yourself, you would have been weaker and therefore unable to help him get out. Yes, that was the reason.

"Give me a lift again."

"You can't reach it-"

"Give me a lift. Again." your tone was sterner and he complied, but not before scoffing and rolling his eyes.

You climbed on his hands once more, but it was still too high. You lifted your foot tentatively and placed it on his shoulder.

"Woah, are you trying to kill me up there?!"

You didn't answer, instead using the new added height to reach the ledge. You pushed it open and climbed up, successfully exiting the room you had called prison just moments ago.

"Always."

He smirked disapprovingly, a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and signaled for you to help him out now, so you moved to find something, anything to help him.

It was dark, the only light brightening the new corridor that had just appeared was faint and came from the far end of it.

You crossed the entire hallway, looking for a rope or a box strong enough to support your nemesis when it dawned on you: your nemesis. Why were you even helping him? Sure he had helped you, but that was before you were free.

You had now a choice, he didn't have any. If he did, he wouldn't have been so magnanimous. He surely wouldn't.

You kept on going towards the light, strengthening with every step you took when a rope appeared in your way.

The choice was now concrete. You could help him. Or you couldn't.

"Y/l/n! Found anything?" what to do now? He wouldn't have helped you.

"Took you long enough, huh?"

"I was trying to find something, you ungrateful twat." you sneered as you threw him the rope. He grasped it and began climbing, but you had still time. Time to let the thread go and leave him there. Time to save yourself.

But you didn't, an actual reason still missing in your mind. Too much compassion, too much pity, you thought. But you weren't convinced, you couldn't lie to yourself, there was something else.

He climbed all the way up, you offered your hand to finally hoist him on the ledge. He considered it, he refused it.

"We're not friends, y/l/n."

"Believe me, i know. I was just trying to make sure i hadn't to get you up here all over again. I thought you were lighter, you know?" he glowered at you, but it was not the same as before, as always.

One way out. Just you and him.

You treaded that same corridor you had crossed seconds ago, besides him this time. It was narrow and your bodies tried so hard not to touch but it was close to impossible. Shoulders collided, legs bumped, hands grazed. But eyes refused to meet; hatred, you repeated to yourself.

The light seemed to never arrive even as you quickened your step. You were running, striving to reach that light that you so desperately clang to. But then a sudden stop.

The hand that was once ruthlessly brushing against yours, grasped you. It was rushed, it was vital, it was puzzling. But it held you close to him.

He was your enemy, you needed to distance yourself, but you couldn't find the strength in you to do so. Hatred, you repeated in your head and you pushed him away.

"Watch your step." he said, pointing to a hole in the floor, a square one. You were running in circle.

You felt stupid, to think he had forgotten your rivalry so easily, to think things had changed between you.

"Thanks." it came out of your mouth without thinking. Good manners are hard to forget, you reckoned.

A pause.

"You're welcome." could a situation of forced proximity really change the feelings between two people?

Incredibly thin is the line between love and hate.

You didn't love him. You didn't hate him either. Things were evolving, you didn't know whether it was good or bad, but they were.

"We have to find another way." you thought aloud. He agreed with a simple nod, no remarks. The awkward exchange must have had an effect on him just as much as it did on you, or so you thought.

His eyes were lighter than you had ever seen them, his face seemed tense, but it was not a grimace; that was new. He looked quite entrancing when he wasn't too busy glowering at you, his features looked endearing as they attentively surveyed the area.

Sense of guilt took over because you knew you shouldn't have been thinking about such things, but had he always been so tall and captivating? Had you never noticed that sparkle in his eyes that caused the image of crystals glinting in the sun to appear in your mind? Was he thinking the same?

Undecipherable; intriguing. You wanted to know more, was it possible? You pondered no further and returned your gaze to the corridor, unwillingly.

It was his turn to watch you now because when you turned again you caught him staring.

"What are you looking at?" you couldn't help the defensive tone with which you uttered the sentence, but it didn't bother him.

"You saved me. Why?" he was genuine, he was sincere and this had you even more confused than you already were.

"You did too, it's nothing but a temporary truce."

"Is it?" he whispered without missing a beat and suddenly the walls weren't narrow anymore, no, they were far too wide, he was far too distant. As if reading your mind, he took a step closer.

"Of course it is." were you that sure?

"Are you sure?"

"Of course i am."

"But why did you save me?" what game was he playing? Your mind was not able to form any coherent thought as the man in front of you kept on making questions to which you didn't know the answer. You didn't want to admit the answer.

"It's just a truce, we hate each other-"

"Do we?" his questions were quick, it was much simpler making them than answering them.

"Do we?" you repeated.

"You could have left me there..."

"Do we?" you insisted.

"You didn't have to do that, you could have-"

"Do we hate each other?" you were impatient to hear him say it.

He remained silent but his eyes were speaking, only his mouth didn't allow them.

"Do we hate each other or-"

He cut you off, that same mouth that had suddenly become dumb reached yours. Hatred, you repeated in your head.

You kissed him too, logic leaving your mind, hands entangling in his hair, bodies flush against each other.

Love, you admitted.

Maybe Fate wasn't as cruel as you thought.

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petiteyoon · 3 years

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Goose bumps — myg [M]

ATTENTION: if you’re a minor and/or uncomfortable with mature themes please don’t read... or do it, but I warned you.

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, not-so-innocent baths in a lake, no pull-out game lmao, kind of sex with a stranger?, cum play, light spanking, slight daddy kink (yg calls himself daddy like o n c e), cum eating, Yoongi is a shy boi at first but gives up easily <3 if you hate being called princess then i’m sorry

Word count: 3k more or less

Of course I am technically ✨L A T E✨ but I guess it was worth it (even if in my country it’s still the 9th) so,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR YOONGO BONGO💜🍊

I’m still getting used to writing those things so let’s pray that there’s nothing wrong here, hope you like it!

As you woke up you silently thanked whoever was up there for having such a sunny morning, compared to the storm you were surprised with the day prior, as you reached the camping site.

The situation at hand was unexpected and quite messy since you were sleeping in your camper with seven boys, five of them scattered on the couch or in the driving seats. But it was more fun that way, you guessed.

You were traveling with your best friends, Namjoon and Jungkook, when you saw five people standing on the side of the road, with their car nearby surrounded by a thin layer of smoke.

Assuming they needed help and since they were directed to the same destination as the three of you, you offered them a hand and brought them to the camping site with you in your camper.

You slowly got off the bed, tiptoeing towards the exit and careful not to step on any hand or foot. You opened the door and hopped down, feeling the fresh grass beneath your feet. Everything around was still quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the sweet chirping of the birds that populated the trees. The area was well covered by tall, green plants and a few sun rays slipped through their leaves, creating puddles of golden light on the ground.

Before cooking yourself something to eat, you went exploring a bit, finding a couple of cute bunnies near the place and beautiful flowers, until, a bit down the path, you found a little entrance that hid a beautiful tiny lake and without a second thought you went in.

It wasn't really deep so you decided to sit on the moss that engulfed the sides and corners of the natural pool.

After contemplating the nature around you, you slipped in the cold water and slightly moved your limbs in order to get used to the low temperature.

The place was well hidden by the plants and trees, only giving you another open spot on the other side, just to admire the mountains nearby and you allowed yourself to relax. Said mountains were clearly visible and they created a stunning landscape, giving you the possibility to clear your eyes from the dull cities full of skyscrapers.

It seemed like the place was settled on another planet. Spots like this were truly a rare sight and deserved to be protected from the rest of the Earth, you thought.

"What are you doing here?"

As you were absorbed in your own world, a deep and groggy voice spoke up, making you snap your head towards the intruder.

Yoongi stood there, standing on the border of the pool and keeping an eye close to you, a veil of curiosity was wrapped around his sleepy voice.

You took a big breath and slumped your shoulders, the brief tension already subsided. "I was just looking around… this place is beautiful" you contemplated, shifting your eyes towards the landscape again. You felt the water ripple and you just assumed that Yoongi slipped in with you.

"It really is" he breathed, the sound reached your ears quicker than you thought. Turning around, the boy was really closer than you imagined, but he didn't seem to notice because his eyes were settled on the rural view as well.

You slightly shifted, tightening your shoulders as goose bumps emerged on your skin. Yoongi sensed your stiffness right away and moved towards you. With his eyebrows bent in a frown, he asked you if you were cold but you quickly shook your head.

The cold wasn’t the cause of your goose bumps, Yoongi was. You were totally feeling at ease, but having him this close was kinda unusual.

Ever since you two met the other day, you observed how his eyes always lingered for a moment on your figure, how he was always out of words and much more shy when you talked to him. Maybe he was really introverted, you assumed.

But while you were thinking about his behaviour, you have to admit that deep down you briefly daydreamed about him being attracted to you, which would be the reason for his behaviour; and if that was the case you were surely flattered about the idea of a cute guy like him feeling that way towards you.

Another couple of minutes passed by in silence, enjoying the company of the other. Yoongi slowly moved towards you, still keeping his hands on the border and his head bent down slightly.

He pressed his lips together, his whole body screamed shyness and you could perfectly feel how nervous he was. You knew he was trying to tell you something but his throat was completely shut, making it difficult to swallow.

That was when you decided to take the matter in your own hands, "Is everything okay Yoongs?" you asked.

The nickname almost made him blush but he just nodded, without opening his mouth. Your question wasn't much of help so you just tried to put him at ease without any words, just resting your head on his shoulder, to see how he would react.

Yoongi felt like the world had come to a stop and as he realized how close you were. He just stood there, eyes automatically fixated on you.

His hands were tingling. He just wanted to hold you tight against him, but he had to control himself. He had been infatuated with you since the second he laid his eyes on you, but he still didn't know you yet.

He just slipped his right arm around your shoulders, finding a comfortable position to look at the landscape. You smiled a little, content with how he was cuddling you. Even if you met him just the other day, he seemed such a sweet guy and you felt as if you wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.

You closed the space between your bodies by inching closer and closer to him, until your face was buried inside his neck. You took a deep breath and your nostrils were flooded by the masculine scent of his cologne and this made you want to pull him towards you and engulf him in a tight hug, just to be blessed by his presence.

These thoughts of him kept racing in your mind and, as if you were possessed by an unknown force, you placed a hand behind his neck and brought him down to your level, suddenly pressing your lips against his.

Maybe you were being reckless but, hell, you wanted to taste those lips so badly.

For a moment he didn't move at all, totally taken off guard; but when the action processed in his head and felt your sweet lips against his, he finally gave in. His fingertips caressed your sides while he moved his lips on yours, enjoying their softness.

Your other hand found its way between his locks and lightly gripped them, earning a small grunt from him.

His chest was flush against yours as he subconsciously pushed your body against the border of the pond. You were trapped and the only thing you could do was wrapping your legs around his waist. After doing so, his body moved even closer to yours, if that was possible. You two were caught by a sudden passion that didn't let you separate from one another.

His tongue stroked your lower lip, asking for entrance. You swiftly opened your mouth and your tongues danced, wrapped around each other. That warm feeling made you feel tingles all over your body as you caressed the back of his head. After what felt like hours, Yoongi finally broke the kiss and looked at you deeply, contemplating what you had just done.

He regained himself and pushed himself off of you, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" he blubbered, his head bent down again.

You felt your chest tighten for a moment, confused about why he was apologizing. Maybe he didn't want to do that? You were the one that pulled him in at first, maybe he just kissed you so you wouldn't feel rejected.

But as soon as he spoke up again, your doubts were cleared, "don't get me wrong,” he shook his head when he saw your worried expression “you're really beautiful and you seem a kind and sweet person. But I shouldn't have rushed like that" he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled at him, observing his face, and got closer to him once again, "Don't apologize, I enjoyed it" you whispered and licked your lips, "We can do whatever you want to do".

He sighed once he heard your words, still unsure about the situation. He had you on a silver plate and he was mere inches away from a good time or from something that could be deeper, as he let his mind daydream; but still, he didn't know you. Maybe you just wanted to use him for one time, and maybe he would even let you do that. The tension was strong and he couldn't make a decision: he could leave aside his morals for one day, or risk it all and try for something real with you.

Was it really worthy to give in so easily to a stranger? You occupied his mind since he saw you the other day and maybe he could really try and take action on his new feelings.

After thinking about it deeply, he lifted his head and watched you with a slight pained expression "I've known you for just one day, even less, but you already make me go crazy", so he conjoined again your bodies and kissed you.

The tension that built up inside you while waiting for an answer left your soul as soon as you felt his warm presence again against you. You didn't have time to reflect on his confession as you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck, lightly biting his lower lip and tasting him.

He sighed, his breath hot on your lips and you felt his fingertips brush your sides, slipping under your shirt. You unconsciously arched your back, giving him more access to explore your body. His cold hands gripped the flesh where your ribs were, picking you up and placing you on the border, with his hips in between your legs. A small whimper left your mouth as you felt his crotch push against your centre, pressing your nails into his shoulder blades.

His lips slightly turned into a grin, the sweet sound reaching his ears. Your moans were heaven to him and as he secured an arm around your waist, his other hand started to caress your thigh, slowly inching closer and closer towards the hem of your shorts.

Your heart was beating fast against your chest and it was difficult to breathe. His finger slid in your thin shorts that were soaked and clinging to your skin. He gently stroked your sensitive bud, earning another delicious moan from you. A new wave of pleasure washed over you as you felt hot pressure against your clit. He soon reached your entrance, he circled his fingers around it, collecting your arousal and teasing you. You broke the kiss and whimpered again while trying to catch your breath.

Your hips involuntarily pushed towards his hand, wanting just to feel his fingers in you, but before you could express your needs he removed his hand from your shorts and gripped at the hem of the clothing. Immediately taking the hint, you placed your hands on the hard surface and raised your hips, allowing him to take off your pants and underwear together.

His hand returned to its place as he rubbed the wet skin around your entrance, thanks to how wet you were, his finger dipped with ease in your heat, disappearing between your folds. The delicious burn made you cry out his name, throwing your head back, your nails scratching the ground at your sides.

Your hips slightly rolled with the movement of his hand, his face was buried in your neck, leaving wet kisses and bites that will surely leave a mark on your skin. Your hand reached Yoongi's locks, pulling them and making him groan against you, fingers pushing even deeper inside you and stroking your sweet spot.

You felt your orgasm approach quickly, a string of moans and whimpers left your lips. Yoongi's thumb pressed against your clit, circling it harshly and finally bringing you to the edge. Your hand gripped his hair even tighter and you cried out his name, legs shaking as a pang of pleasure exploded in your lower abdomen.

But Yoongi didn't stop, with his lips attached to yours, blocking your screams, he kept pistoning his fingers in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm until your shaky hand gripped his wrist, as you were too sensitive to continue.

He broke the kiss and brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting your sweet cum on his digits, "You taste delicious, princess" he spoke with his deep voice, planting another kiss on your lips.

You smiled at him in your post-orgasm haze, cheeks flushed with droopy eyes. "I should return the favour now, what do you think?" your legs moved closer to him on their own, and you found your hand already making its way towards his tummy.

He took your hand in his, shaking his head "I don't wanna waste time, I want to be buried inside you right now" he claimed, grabbing your arm and spinning you around, trapping you again between the ground and his waist.

You whined at his sudden action, but Yoongi didn't give you any time to understand what was happening as he brought his hand down your butt cheek harshly, a light smack reached your ears.

You moaned at the sudden contact, feeling your plump skin burn under his tight grip, "M-More… please," you cried out for him, feeling an unknown pleasure from what he was doing. You never minded that much, a bit of spanking was always there in your bed activities but Yoongi literally lit up a fire inside of you and you melted every time his palms touched your hot skin.

"Is princess that needy?" you could feel the smug grin in his voice, satisfied with the effect he had on you. You bit hard on your lip and pushed back your butt, nodding fervently. He quickly pulled down his pants, his warm cock now rested heavily against your backside as he stroked your cheeks.

However, instead of giving you what you wanted, he wrapped a hand around himself and pressed his tip in your entrance, without entering fully. You whined again, sick of all his teasing while you squirmed under him, desperate to feel him inside.

He blocked your movements with one hand and bent down towards your ear, growling "Stop being a brat, or else daddy won't give you the fuck that you deserve today" his teeth grazed the shell of your ear, biting it and finally pushing his length fully inside of you.

A loud moan left your throat at the sudden intrusion. Yoongi gave you some time to adjust as he wrapped his arm around your waist, "But for now I will let that pass, I don't wanna play games" as he said this, he began moving his hips. His thrusts weren't fast, but slow, deep and intense, making you feel at every movement that delicious stroke against your walls that almost made you go crazy.

You searched his hand with yours until you found it on your hip, and squeezed it. The tender gesture of holding hands was in stark contrast with the things he was doing to you. While his right hand was occupied with yours, his left one travelled towards your swollen bud, ready to give it again the attention deserved.

As his thrusts sped up, slamming his hips against you, his digits quickly worked their magic on your clit. "Yes…! Yoongi, oh my god," you mewled, the pleasure difficult to bear, "You're so big, it feels too good," you praised him, pushing your head back, trying to meet his thrusts.

You could hear him gasping from time to time, in sync with his dick coming in and out of you. Another wave of pleasure washed over you when you realized how strained he sounded, proud that you were making him feel this way.

His hips stuttered and the pace he was maintaining started to falter. You knew he was near the edge by the small grunts that left his glistening lips with every thrust and you were close as well.

As you finally managed to match with his thrusts, setting a new, hard pace, Yoongi dug his nails into your soft skin, "Fuck princess, you're squeezing me so tight" almost out of breath, he gripped onto you as if his life depended on it.

Another couple of quick, rough thrusts and he found himself slumping over you, whispering your name in a broken moan, right into your ear. You shuddered as you felt his cum coating your velvety walls, milking him as you reached your climax as well for the second time.

As the after waves of the orgasm wouldn't let your legs stop quivering, Yoongi squeezed his arms around you, keeping you close to him as he rested his head on your back, eyes closed and catching his breath.

You two stood there, without moving for a moment, your limbs slowly relaxing.

"That was amazing" he whispered with a raspy voice, getting off of you and caressing your arms. You smiled to yourself and nodded, agreeing with him without a single word, turning towards him and putting on your long-forgotten shorts.

Yoongi kissed your forehead with a foreign sweetness, enveloping you again in a warm hug. You closed your eyes and buried yourself deep into his chest as your mind slowly came back to reality. You glanced up, staring into his eyes and playing with your nails, you suddenly had many questions swarming inside your head but maybe… it was better not to open your mouth for now.

You suddenly took a look at your hands and noticed how wrinkled they were, you scrunched up your nose and showed your palms to Yoongi. "I think it's better if we get out of here" you pouted and Yoongi nodded, soon following you.

When you returned to the camping site, everyone was awake and eating breakfast. Jimin spotted the two of you first and waved at you, calling for Yoongi. "Where were you, lovebirds? You're totally soaked" he took a close look on you, going inside the camper to take two warm towels and you kindly thanked him.

"We discovered a little pond down there, it's really nice and it's not even that deep," Yoongi explained, sitting on the bench next to Hoseok, with you next to him.

Currently, Jin had just finished cooking breakfast for everyone, while Taehyung already had his nose deep in his precious strawberries. You remembered him mentioning his love for those fruits, and at first you didn't understand his excitement but after he let you try his strawberries… you swear that was the sweetest thing you ever tried.

In front of you sat Jungkook, playing some game on his phone, with Namjoon by his side, who was eyeing you in a weird way. But you didn't mind his behaviour at that moment.

For now you just wanted to eat and enjoy the rest of the day with the boys. You still felt butterflies in your stomach while thinking about what happened at the lake and you were excited to discover what that day would bring to you.

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nyoomzz · 2 years

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i!! have three specific scenes from arata, chihaya and taichi's pov that to me is the core of the trio's relationship of what they mean to each other + how they express their love in their own ways as means to reach the promise of their childhood days. to be together again!!

first is arata.. it's this one asdfghkl

arata was so fixated on a team and no one understands why. he's strong enough on his own. his goal was meijin, everyone said he shouldn't waste time on something like team tournaments. but he wanted to understand, he wanted "to give back all the things i received from chihaya and taichi" like that's how much he treasured them in his life, pushing him to get out of his comfort zone to discover something he once renounced so easily.

and then you'd think back that arata wouldn't even be playing karuta anymore if chihaya and taichi didn't crash back (literally) into his lives, reminding him of how much it means to him, that it carries his memories of his grandpa with it. and that for the longest time the image of them together was what holds him there, the most fun he has ever had playing karuta.

he repaid chihaya and taichi by making them his strength to move forward, even if he soon have to part with the image of the room they played in together as kids in order to win. "it's because i want some things badly that i would let go of them" as in he's taking a step ahead because he wants to understand what what makes a team so special, striving for a future where the three of them can be together again.

next is chihaya! look at this this absolutely gorgeous spread from third year hs tournament omg i'm so obsessed

the "chiha" card was read and it was a dead card, but in that moment chihaya saw taichi in the audience, newly arrived after they avoided each other for so long--and chihaya, who was playing the role of mizusawa's captain, was instantly brought back to the moment of their childhood, leading her to finally see arata in front of her properly: both taichi and arata's presence took her back to the room that first sparked her love for karuta.

she could play as herself again!! smiling but still pushing through with her team. "do you see arata? do you see taichi? these are my friends" as she and the rest of misuzawa took their wins. chihaya has always been the driving force of their trio, the one who pushes them to be together no matter what, who has waited twice as both arata and taichi left the other two behind karuta. she's showing them what a team can achieve, and how far her determination has taken her, and that it all started with the three of them.

and finally this ahahah this page is a personal fav of mine

at this point, taichi knows he's already out of the match when it comes to karuta. he already gave his all, devoted his entire youth, and came out of it with the realization that it is dear to him after all. but that's as far as he could go and he knew this. and in classic taichi manner, he avoided going to oumi jingu altogether, thinking himself not worthy to be there--even though he wants to see chihaya's dream come true from up close, and see arata wins against suou as someone who loves karuta.

but still he went and prayed. for two people. for their dreams to come true. for chihaya not to shed bitter tears. "really, people can only pray honestly for other people" is what to me a form of love in its selflessness, where taichi lets his genuine feelings came across while also demeaning his own worth for them in the process.

extra that once he actually did reach urayasu it immediately changed everything for both arata and chihaya. he didn't realize it yet, he thought they wouldn't need him--but still he wished for their sake selflessly, not knowing of how much his presence means for them.

so!! they are soulmates and they love each other and if you can't see that it's your loss <3 when the last panel of the series is of the three of them holding hands you'll all see

#these moments live rent free in my head #esp the taichi praying one. if i have to choose a fav panel from the entire series it would be that #unless sensei wants to give me a trio hug for the final chap then by all means..#chihayafuru #taichihayarata #mashima taichi #ayase chihaya #wataya arata #manifesting trio ending idc idc

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