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torukmaktoskxawng · 5 months

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hi, I was wondering if you could do a part to your grace lives au that’s like right after the first movie and it’s her finding out she pregnant and the aftermath of the war. No pressure of course, I would just love to see you take on what happened.😊

(Guys fr there need to be more Grace gifs)

At first, Dr. Augustine is in denial.

She noticed the signs in her body but stubbornly ignored them since it was scientifically impossible for her to be pregnant. Since she wasn't physically showing, she was able to ignore it for a long time, juggling her work, the Na'vi, and the one-year-old human boy she recently adopted. It wasn't like she could trust any of the idiot scientists who worked for her to raise a child, so she "begrudgingly" became the baby's mother.

Since Spider wasn't big enough to fit into a breathing mask, Grace had spent the majority of her days squished inside the small rooms of Hell's Gate, doing her best to raise him while also trying to continue her work. Now that she didn't have any RDA pigs breathing down her neck and monitoring all her research, she thought she'd have all the time in the world to do whatever she wanted. That is, until Spider.

It happened on one of the rare occasions Mo'at had stopped by the compound to see her old friend. The tsahik of the Omatikaya was more than happy to sit cross-legged on the ground of the lab to keep Spider company while Grace did her work. The scientist thought she'd be able to get stuff done with Mo'at keeping an eye on her son, but she was wrong.

"How long has he been doing that, Kìreysì?"

Grace looked over her shoulder to see what the tsahik meant. Spider was bent over, keeping himself steady on his hands and feet, planted on the floor while he tried peeking his head between his legs, looking up at Grace, and giggling with his cute little toothless grin.

She analyzed her son with a small smile, satisfied that he wasn't in trouble or in danger, then returned to her teeny tiny microscope, "He's been doing that for about a week now."

"Do you understand the significance?"

Grace shrugs, half distracted as she answers, "Well, back on Earth, there was a superstition. Babies who did that were said to be trying to tell their mothers they were pregnant."

Mo'at hums thoughtfully, a smile beginning to grow as she watches the little human baby in front of her continue to giggle between his own chubby legs, "Perhaps we are more alike than we originally thought. The Na'vi believe this superstition as well."

"I don't."

"Why?"

The avatar scoffed with mirth in her tone, "Because that would mean Spider thinks I'm pregnant. And I'm not."

"Are you certain?"

"I haven't been with anyone, Mo'at. It's not possible."

Mo'at rose, but not to her full height in order to avoid colliding her head against the ceiling. She crouched, shuffling her way to Grace, before offering her hands out to the other woman, "May I?"

Grace looks over her shoulder once more, clocking the tsahik reaching out to her and sighs, resigned to this conversation, "Mo'at. There's no need--"

"Indulge me, my friend."

She sighed, defeated, and turned to face the Na'vi woman. Mo'at inspects Grace with methodic, experienced healing hands, poking and prodding along the sides of Grace's breasts, and pulled away when the scientist winced from the tenderness. Mo'at eyes Grace with suspicion before moving her hands down toward the woman's stomach, below her belly button, before huffing with confidence and pulling away.

Fully facing Grace with her conclusion, albeit a bit smug, Mo'at smiled with joy and amusement as she tsked at her old friend, "Kìreysì, you claim to be a woman of practicality and yet you didn't even realize how your body was changing to make room for the life inside you."

Instead of shock, Grace went straight for defiance and denial, "No. I realize that my body is changing. I've known for a while now, but since it's not even remotely possible, I coughed it up to stress. I mean, why wouldn't it be? You know what it's like, right? To work with morons alongside doing your job and raising a child, let alone the two that you raised? Are you telling me you've never felt stressed?"

"If I recall, I went to my mate whenever I felt such stress," Mo'at eyed her with curiosity, "But you're saying you haven't gone to anyone?"

"No," Grace snarled with slight irritation, annoyed with having to repeat herself but kept her emotions semi-in check in Mo'at's presence, peering up at the ceiling to restrain herself from snapping, "I haven't been with anyone in years."

~~~~~~~~~

Despite what Grace did or didn't believe, she finally had to come to terms that she was, in fact, pregnant once her stomach visibly grew and a small fist decided to hit her from the inside. Once she recovered from freaking out over that feeling, she begrudgingly decided to admit to Mo'at she was wrong and then proceeded to let her peers and friends know the news.

"Are you serious?" Norm voiced everyone's initial thoughts, but he was the only one to voice it. Max and the other human scientists were much more afraid of confronting Grace, especially now that she was in her avatar form permanently. Nevertheless, neither Max nor any of the other scientists could hide their shock from her.

Jake, the ever-prominent little shit that he was, scoffed with a small grin, arms crossed in front of him, "So who's the lucky guy?"

Neytiri smacked her mate's arm, bouncing a newlyborn Neteyam in the sling that was strapped to her chest. The sight of her former student now with a baby only reminded Grace she was old and that her situation felt more impossible than before. How can sweet, little Neytiri now be a mother? Where has the time gone?

Despite her love for Neytiri, Grace sneered at the idiot she chose for a mate, "I'm not like you. I don't shack up with the first Na'vi I meet."

Jake loudly choked on his own spit, and despite the crudeness, Neytiri eyed Grace with a small spark of amusement. If there was one person Neytiri could rely on to put her mate in his place, it was Grace.

After Jake recovered, he voiced what everyone else was thinking, "But... then how can you possibly be...?"

"I don't know!" She snaps, swiftly handing Little Spider to Neytiri so she can lay into the jarhead she took under her wing without startling her son, "It's scientifically impossible, Jake! I don't need to have The Talk with you about the birds and the bees now, do I?"

Norm and the other scientists began to cough to hide their laughter under their breaths, especially at the horrified expression on Jake's face.

A/N: Sorry for the long post! I got carried away XD

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 1 year

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Helloooo!

I don't really know how this thing work, because this is my first time and all.

But maybe heartslabyul people with a easy to forget Yuu?

Like Yuu could forget that they haven't eat yet and stuff, and could go on for hours before feeling hungry.

Yuu is pretty much dumb?? I wouldn't say dumb but more of a himbo? They can comfort you in their own way

Maybe you could call me

☕ Anon?

Cafe anon ?

Is that how you do it???

Thank you to you this message, because you reply to this message!

- New Anon

Hi there, Cafe / ☕️ Anon! Thank you so much for sending in this ask. I know it can be a little intimidating and confusing if you don't do it often, so I appreciate it! And yes, this is how you can tag yourself as anon when you're still shy, though I've also seen some content creators dub anons based on the topic of the ask they sent in, so I guess it's whatever makes you comfortable!

I know I had done an "easily forgetful Yuu" in this post here, though it was more generalized rather than dorm specific. I can go a little deeper though, since I'll be focusing only on a handful of characters! Since you didn't specify any pronouns, I'll be using they/them for now so please keep that in mind if you want to send any future asks! >w<

I hope you enjoy this! I'll go ahead and say this now, but I imagined Kronk while I was writing this, and it made me happy~ ÚvÙ

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It was Ace and Deuce who realized early on how forgetful Yuu was, having to remind them why the four of them were prancing around an abandoned mineshaft dodging and not just having a midnight field trip. Despite being oblivious to the danger they were all in (especially when Deuce practically threw them onto his back and kicking away a giant centipede trying to bite them, or when Ace had to yank them back from falling into a large hole in the floor), Yuu somehow managed to stay calm enough to create a plan to beat the sludge phantom monster. As soon as the four retrieved the mage stone and destroyed the phantom, Yuu was so proud of their friends that they couldn’t resist reaching out to pet them while saying, “Good boys!”--much to the embarrassment and confusion of the monster trio.

As the days passed, Yuu and Grim spent the majority of their free time hanging out at Heartslabyul, getting to know everyone–including Riddle–very well. It was almost uncanny how easily Yuu was able to calm others down before trouble could start, whipping up spinach cream puffs with Trey and fawning over every animal in the dorm. So cheerful and content even with the visits with the researchers, it was hard to imagine the human ever getting angry–a little upset and pouty, but they would always bounce back with a smile.

“Totes a himbo,” Cater commented, adding a few hashtags to his latest post.

“What’s a himbo?” Deuce asked.

“It’s someone who’s big and strong yet oblivious or dumb,” Ace explained, smirking as he added, “Just like you!”

“Oi! I’m not stupid, Ace!”

“If the horseshoe fits!”

“Guys, take it easy,” Trey said. Thinking for a moment, he said, “It doesn’t exactly sound like a nice word to describe them…even if they are a little oblivious and forgetful.”

“It’s fine, really!” Cater said. “Himbos are described as being attractive but not quite so smart. Those tend to be pretty popular characters in media. See? As NRC’s only human rez, Magicam has been blowing up with likes and comments. Everyone loves Yuu!”

“Wow. Wait…what’s with the video of Yuu in a frilly apron and oven mitts?”

“Oh, that? I caught Yuu trying to open a box of treats for the lil’ hedgehog they were watching, and they forgot to take off the oven mitts. See the lil’ guy in the apron pocket? Totes adorable~!”

It was at that moment that Yuu came in, looking worse for wear as Riddle followed after them with a concerned expression. “Dude! What the hell happened to you?” Ace asked in shock.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Yuu asked, looking confused.

“I found them on campus near the forest,” Riddle said with an exasperated sigh, the faun pulling out the first aid kit and guiding Yuu to a stool. “They were attempting to climb a tree. Fortunately, they landed on a bush from a high point, so they didn’t get severely injured…as you can see, unfortunately, it was a thorned berry bush.”

“A baby bird fell out of the tree-ow!” they yelped, wincing when Riddle began plucking the thorns out of their clothes and skin with tweezers. “The little guy’s mom was worried, so I carried her baby up to her-ouch!-nest.”

“Jeez, did you slip off a branch or something?”

“Well…after I got it back in the nest, I…kinda forgot that I was standing on a branch and walked off.”

“...you…walked off the branch…”

“Yeah?”

“...how the hell have you not broken a leg?”

Yuu shrugged, wincing as Riddle began cleaning the scrapes and spots the thorns had been. “Aaaand…check!” Cater said, having taken another picture of Yuu’s messy self and typing away. “Ridiculously nic and oblivious. That’s our Yuu-bo!”

/—-----/

“Dinner’s ready!”

“Sweet! Breakfast for dinner? What’s the occasion?”

“I figured I’d do something nice and easy to make for everyone as a treat for helping me when I got hurt earlier,” Yuu explained, twirling the spatula in their hand before scooping up another pancake and flipping it onto a plate atop a stack of fluffy goodness. “Plus, Trey’s been working hard to feed us, so I wanted to help out!”

“Whoaaa, look at this spread!” Grim said, already drooling as he sniffed. “Eggs, bacon, sausages…oooh! These waffles have a heart stamped in the middle!”

“Oh yeah! I wanted to try out the new waffle iron one of Cater’s fans sent, and it works really well! It makes it easy to make a breakfast buffet.”

“I’m pretty sure the fans wanted you to have it anyway,” Trey uttered with a wry smile. Aloud, he said, “Thanks for making dinner, Yuu, but why don’t I take over? You’re still recovering from the fall.”

“I’ve got it, thanks! You already do a lot for everyone, so it’s your turn to relax.”

“Well…if you say so. Is this what you made for breakfast this morning?”

“...this morning?” Yuu repeated, expression going blank. “Oh…I think I forgot to eat breakfast this morning. Oops!”

Just then, a long, loud gurgling growl erupted from Yuu’s stomach, the room falling silent as everyone stared at them. It was Deuce who spoke as he asked, “Yuu…when was the last time you ate?”

Thinking for a moment, Yuu admitted, “Since…last night…I think? I remember feeding Grim, but…I got distracted and forgot to get a plate for myself.”

“Seriously? How in Twisted Wonderland are you still functioning on an empty tank!?” Ace said.

“I got so busy that I forgot I was even hungry! Let me just finish up this batch of pancakes and I’ll get some food, okay?”

“Nope. Not good enough,” Trey said.

Before Yuu could respond, the mixing bowl and spatula was plucked out of their hands by Trey while two of Cater’s clones appeared on either side of them. Led to a chair that was pulled out by a third clone, while the original hippogryph finished stacking a plate full of food before sliding it in front of them. “There we go! Make sure you eat every bite now, okay, Yuu-bo~?”

“Wha-? But what about the pancakes and waffles?” Yuu asked, looking concerned. “I gotta finish them–”

“I’ve got it taken care of,” Trey said, the pans sizzling as he added several more strips of bacon and poured the batter on the griddle. “Just sit there and I’ll finish the rest. We don’t want you passing out on us just because your blood sugar is low, got it?”

“Trey is correct,” Riddle chimed in. “Given your status as a critically endangered species, if word reaches the research institutions, they may suspect the school for neglecting your health and may seek to relocate you for closer monitoring.” His stern gaze softened as he said, “We also worry about you as fellow students…and your friends. We can only do so much, so please…don’t forget to take care of yourself.”

For a moment Yuu sat there in stunned silence, seeing their friends nod in agreement. Then…they smiled, looking misty-eyed as they sniffled. “Thanks guys…that means a lot. I’ll do my best to take care of myself!”

/—----/

After that day, Yuu did their best to remember to eat, the Heartslabyul students making sure to remind or invite them over for a meal. Slowly this began to trickle into the other dorms, some of the other students inviting them to sit for a meal as well. Even Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts chipped in, either packing extra lunches or helping them clean up and reminding them to eat whenever they get preoccupied. While Yuu was still forgetful at times, they had nothing to worry about so long as their friends were by their side.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #twisted wonderland grim #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu

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shadowfoxsilver · 2 years

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Donation Scams

Over the years, several users have popped up out of nowhere claiming they need mutual aid. Now generally, for the most part, those who are asking for aid usually are legitimate users. Unfortunately, recently, some who are sending asks for aid are actually scammers using randomly generated blog names and posing as someone who needs aid while stealing the information from those who really need help. They will even go so far as stealing the info from someone who may have passed away recently with little care to what happens from theft.

I am not saying all users needing aid are scammers; Rather, there are those who are mixed in with the real users and making it difficult to find them by yourself. I will attempt to explain how these scams work as best as I can with examples given.

tl:dr - Scammers are stealing info from legit donation posts from numerous places and currently spamming asks to reblog their scam posts or making up stories in asks telling you to reblog their posts. Searching their username will generally reveal they stole info.

Please share if you'd like. I'm not a popular blog, and sadly some popular blogs have fell for these scams. All I ask is that you remain civil, I am aware most people will already know how to spot scams but this is for those who haven't yet learned how to.

So how do these scams work? A person will join this site with a random username that's clearly been auto-generated and then go about editing their profile to fit whatever they chose to scam by. This may be targeting LGBTQA+, natural disasters that are still being recovered from, other minorities, or fandom related. Regardless of the case, they will copy/paste blog headers from someone else and edit their blog info to anything relevant to what they decided to use for the most part. Once that's done, they'll start searching tags.

These tags they search may also be relevant to their scam, or random posts they'll group together to look somewhat relevant. Usually a fandom tag, a tag for cool things, or a tag for an animal of sorts and generally just any tag that will also be used to look legit. Once they have chosen a tag, they will reblog about 20 posts from the tag but it's usually in the span of several minutes all at once. They will not tag these reblogs, and may occasionally reblog a few days later.

After this, they'll make a donation post. They'll add images to this post that may be sensitive, use words that are guilt tripping towards the reader, or steal the story someone else had when they had coped the post. Usually, though, the story they tell is just copy/pasted from wherever they stole the pics from. Generally speaking, they are from facebook/gofundme/etc and edited enough you may not easily locate the sources. After they make the main post, they'll add a paypal in the post as well that isn't the paypal that would have originally been in the post. At times, the original post did not have paypal listed! Sometimes, though, a different funding site is listed that isn't one very well known.

Afterwards, the scam blog will then start sending asks to reblog their pinned post, which is the donation post. The ask may tell someone to answer privately, an effort to obscure the ask from those who are searching it in tumblr search. They will send these asks out all at once to random users, many who will reblog the post without much attention to it's contents. However, some will take notice of this blog and search it's contents to find out it's rather new. Generally, these blogs are a few days old with no other posts.

Once called out, the scammer will then start to block anyone whose reblogged their posts saying their a scam. They'll also hide any reblogs so it won't show up in the notes.

Examples of scam blogs, sourced from my scam busting blog:

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So please, do your research if you get an ask that asks you to reblog a pinned post. Check to see how old the blog is, how many posts they made, and if the ask was sent to several other users. It's also good to search the paypal name for any existing alerts.

#longpost #long post #scam alert #scam #donation scam #please boost #signal boost #psa

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half-hell · 29 days

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INTRODUCTION.

KAL | uk, 20's, she/her.

ABOUT ME.

+ you can call me kal. + i live in the uk, i'm in my mid 20's, and i use she/her pronouns! + i am ask and tag game friendly -> i'm likely to be sporadically active, so it might take me a minute to answer sometimes. + i'm not new to tumblr, or writeblr really, but i've never managed to keep up with a blog for long. so here's to hoping this time sticks!

WHAT I WRITE.

+ new adult/adult. + third person and past tense, but i don't mind reading first person and other tenses every now and then. + since i live in the uk, most of my wip's are likely to be uk based. + i would say that my writing is more character driven than plot driven. + (low) fantasy, usually with lots of magic, sometimes with a variation of fantastical/mythical/supernatural creatures thrown into the mix and i always seem to find room to fit in a sword or two! -> also, most of my wip's are set modern world with a fantasy twist. because while i love world building, world building does not love me. + lgbtq+ main characters and romances. + characters with physical and mental disabilities. -> i'll always do my research and try to portray any disability i may write about as accurately as possible, but feel free to call me out if i've done something wrong! + found! family! + i hate with a capital H love triangles, so none of those here. only polyamory. + complicated family relationships. i love giving my babies all the traumas and issues. + i'm quite fond of characters who start out as assholes, but slowly, as the story goes on, reveal their soft and kind side. especially when they don't completely lose their asshole edge, either. they just don't use it against their people anymore. + sunshine x grumpy dynamic. especially when the aforementioned asshole character turns out to be the sunshine character, too. + enemies to friends and enemies (to friends) to lovers. + angst and hurt/comfort are my jam! + i do love a good bit of fluff, too. also, characters in established relationships being soft and domestic-y. will never get enough of that. + as much as i love putting my babies through it, i'm not really a fan of unhappy endings (they usually leave me crying and having an existential crisis for days). so, i probably won't be writing much, if any, of those.

CURRENT WIPS.

HALF AN HEIR | intro. characters. tag. pinterest. ↳ planning. third person, past tense. new adult/adult, (low) fantasy, found family, lgbtq+, romance, poly rep, enemies to friends, sunshine x grumpy, ptsd, grief. -> my first ever wip. my love. my baby. i started writing this when i was 15/16 and i haven't known a day of peace since. i will see it finished even if it's the last thing i do. -> currently in the process of re-working a lot of aspects, trying to make it a little more coherent and a lot less ya. so i don't really have a lot to give you right now. -> BUT, what we do have is: kylen emerson doesn't know just how powerful he is yet. being held captive and tortured by your (adopted) uncle will (un)surprisingly take your attention away from figuring out important key facts about yourself. after escaping and going on the run, he unintentionally gathers a found family, who, ignoring kylen's insistence that he can do it alone, tag along on his journey to take his uncle down and out, for good. -> also, this wip originally included werewolves, vampires, warlocks, etc. and while i'm undecided if i'm keeping this aspect, i can say with 100% certainty that there'll still definitely be lots of magic and lots and lots of swords involved.

UNTITLED | intro. characters. tag. pinterest. ↳ planning. third person, past tense. new adult/adult, (low) fantasy, found family, lgbtq+, romance, poly rep, enemies (to friends) to lovers, exes (to friends) to lovers, complicated family relationships, sunshine x grumpy (x sunshine), child abuse (past and present). -> i don't have a lot in terms of world building for this wip, and the plot is basically non-existent, except for the vaguest of idea's and that one scene that the whole wip is built around, but we do have vibes, characters, and lots of feelings about said characters! -> gabriel keller jr. is our asshole but hidden sunshine character, who's a lot stronger, and more powerful, than he's been led to believe. he has a rocky past and relationship with both his ex, ainsley- another sunshine character -and her current boyfriend, kade 'bram' bramwyll- a grumpy, but less grumpy for his people, character. but, having no one else to turn to, he's forced to ask them both for their help after finding himself in a sticky situation. they all, of course, however much they try to deny and fight it, fall in love along the way.

UNTITLED | intro. characters. tag. pinterest. ↳ brainstorming. third person, past tense. new adult/adult, (low) fantasy, found family, lgbtq+, romance, trans main character, friends to lovers. -> i have nothing for this wip right now other than vibes and the want to write something with an older, trans main character.

...and i will update with better, more eloquent wip intro's when i have things more figured out. eventually. at some point.

#writeblr #writing #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #writers on tumblr #writing community

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maudiemoods · 3 months

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First thing. I ADORE the setup your van has!!! Second thing. If someone was to consider living in one, what steps would they take? Based on your experience.

Alright hey ready for a long post because it took me three years to finally try this out

I recommend watching every video about living in a van that you can. Most glamorize it a bit and honestly, it can be really awesome!! But make sure you're also watching the ones that explain the cons!

Now, if you've watched all the videos you can and you still wanna try, here's what I did.

ONE!! Think of your goals! What do you want to do while living in a van? Travel? Stay close to home? Be able to cook and stand? Go off road? All these questions help answer the most important one of them all! What van should you get?

TWO!! get a van!! Or!! Research other vehicles you can live in! You can make anything work BUT not everything can fit all your specific needs! You could get a truck with a bed cover but that leaves you with very limited space! But!! It allows for better off roading for cool campsites! I've seen others use a Honda element! They get good gas mileage but also don't have a lot of space.

Picking a vehicle can be hard. The more you want in your van, the bigger you should get. There's huge caro vans you can even put a bathroom in! Or just a portable toilet! But that means you gotta deal with cleaning it and maintaining it. Also, those tend to cost a little more! Again, do tons of research and know what you want in your van but I also recommend keeping an open mind and being very flexible to different ideas. I changed my mind at least twenty times about how I wanted to do this!

THREE!! decide how much you want to do to your van build wise and how much money you want to spend on it! Some people go crazy and put wires and electric fridges in their van! And that's a good idea if you're looking for something super glam and long term! But again, pricey! I have battery powered string lights and a cooler and that's good enough for me!

The only building I did was the floor! And I did it very unprofessionally! I wish I had taken pictures but I didn't! I was too focused on getting it done! Building takes a lot of time and research. You should really aim for doing it the best way possible. I wanted to build my bed and cabinets but I ended not doing that after having so much trouble with the floor. I'm honestly surprised I haven't had any issues with it yet!

FOUR!! before starting any major pricey build, try it out first! Get an air mattress and go camp for a week! Go sleep in a parking lot! If you don't like it, you can always sell your van! Definitely make sure it's something you want to do!

FIVE!! ok, I know I've been all "make sure you really want to do this and be smart about how you do it" BUT also don't stress!!!! I stressed and procrastinated so much!! If it's something you want and you begin to start your project, go all in!! I think that if you learn all the cons and challenges and still want to do it then you'll probably love it! You can make as many accommodations for yourself as you want! That's the cool thing!! It's completely customizable and unique to yourself!! Best advice I can give is to not copy one person's build but to take inspiration from multiple. Find what you want and throw it in your van!

Sorry if this was all over the place! I'm not good at explaining these things through text! I could ramble on but I'd probably end up repeating myself. So in short! Research → buy van specific to your needs (you may have to compromise on a few things) → try it out as simple as possible → start your build (look up "no build van conversion" if you don't want to mess with anything like that) → have fun!

But really if you have a super specific question just ask because I literally spent YEARS procrastinating and researching this stuff

#ren won't shut up #long post ❤️#also thanks!! i really wanted it to feel like my own space!! and it does!! i love it!

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inejschumacher · 6 months

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Day 2 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: nayef aguerd x reader

wc: 988

cw: sex, pda, brief physical contact

You brush past me in the hallway and you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya? I've been watchin' you for ages and I spend my time tryin' not to feel it

Another college lecture, another couple of hours trying not to focus on him. It was difficult to focus on the concepts of stock market analytics when he was right there, in an all-black suit, focusing on you in his peripheral.

An endless torture finally finished, you rush into the hallway to try and calm your erratic thoughts. You have a degree to focus on, how could you let yourself become so distracted?

You feel something brush against your back, suddenly quieting your mind. You see him walk down the hall at a slightly faster pace than usual and raise an eyebrow at his receding back.

It was quick, and seemed as if it meant nothing to those around you, but you know that’s what he’d meant it to be. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this, and it seemed to be close to coming to a head.

But what would you do if I went to touch you now? What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?

It went both ways, however. A light touch of the fingers when passing a pen, a bush of a suit jacket when adjusting it as you sat down next to him on more daring occasions.

But no one suspected a thing. This was a professional setting, where you both did your research planned your seminars, and worked towards getting your doctorates. A close-knit group of students was nothing out of the ordinary, the perfect setting to get away with quite a lot. Including whatever was going on between you and Nayef.

In any other place, the spark caused by even the lightest of touches would elicit a gasp, but you couldn’t give yourselves away like that. Who knows what could happen if the wrong person got the idea of something blossoming between you two?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me and I could see you up against the wall with me and what would you do, baby, if you only knew?

He’s leaning against a wall in a hallway much further from the lecture hall, seemingly inconspicuous. He’s holding a thick file folder filled with various pieces of research, unable to fit in his overflowing satchel already overfilled with books and more research.

It takes everything in you not to run up to him and wrap your fingers in his soft black hair, bringing him down for a kiss. Instead, you settle for slowing down your pace, enough to take him in and let him take you in, but not enough that you lose control and push him up against the wall.

If only he knew.

Screw this.

The words are barely audible as you walk past him, but he won't miss them ever.

“I want more of you.”

And we kept everything professional but something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like. They keep watchful eyes on us, so it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

The spark seemed to fill the air now, every time you were within sense of each other. A lingering hint of cologne, a chip of nail polish, and it took the deaths of self-control not to give in.

But now it seemed even the others started to realize something was amiss, and some kept a narrowed eye towards the both of you, watching even the purest of interactions with furrowed brows.

Anything that happened now was quick and nimble. A singular tap of the fingertips, a stolen kiss in the shadows, but on the outside, clothes and personas were fully worn. Only the quietest of laughs and loves were emitted, lest anyone hear through the shadows.

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head. Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet

It seemed the secrecy had carried on to reach even the both of you. Nayef had no idea what you wanted him to do to you, and you had no idea how to tell him. You weren't sure whether your hesitance was because you didn’t want to risk being foud out, or if you were afraid he might see you in a light that he didn't like, and leave you.

Although there was a thrill in the idea of toying around with him, making him unsure but slowly understood how you wanted to be treated in the shadows of secrecy. No one had to know, but that didn’t have to include him.

I could see you throw your jacket on the floor, I could see you make me want you even more. What would you do, baby, if you only knew?

You desperately wanted him to take charge, to be the one to come up to you without hesitating and have you up against the wall, kissing you fiercely and feeling up and down and everywhere without the restraints of his suit jacket—or his self-control.

Would he do such a thing, if he knew that was what you wanted?

I could see you in your suit and your necktie, passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight". Then we kiss, and you know I won't ever tell, yeah

The note must have been folded over and over, one way then the other, then another, until the only thing that existed beyond the smudged words were the creases running every which way, parallel and perpendicular to each and every line.

Yet not as creased as the suit jacket he throws on the floor, as you grab his necktie and pull him in for a heated kiss, one that took a lifetime to transpire and lasted with no time at all.

You feel Nayef grab your waist and pull you in even closer, grinding against you as he smirks against your moaning lips, feeling more free under the soft moonlight than ever before.

You would be as silent about this night as the moon was, afterwards.

And I could see you being my addiction. You can see me as a secret mission. Hide away and I will start behaving myself

Daytime was spent longing for his touches, trying to put him out of mind while you worked and studied and taught. After all, you still had a degree to complete, futures to shape, bills to pay, and a life to live. The sun hid nothing as you covered your neck with scarves and turtlenecks, massaged your shaking legs with the prayers of people believing it was due to only the cold, distracting yourself from his tall, muscular figure.

Nighttime was spent tangled in sheets, hands caressing every part, kisses left in the most sinful of places, sensual moans and sweet nothings mixing together as he filled you to the brim with the whitest of pleasures. Not a care in the world, setting yourselves free, feasting on chocolates and sweets before lying together in a cocoon of warmth, speaking about the sweetest desires and happenings as you gazed into each other’s eyes, his sweet, dark ones unravelling your soul.

That I can see you, oh, I can see you. Oh, I see you, I see you, baby

#via’s taycember #Spotify #nayef aguerd #morocco #football #football fanfic #football imagine #west ham #premier league #taylor swift #speak now taylor’s version #fanfic #fanfiction

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[top disclaimer - I saw yesterday's whumptober prompt of worked to exhaustion and remembered a bit of my xcom2 with qsmp characters playthrough I keep meaning to type up at least tidier notes for. I haven't yet, but this is a pair of scenes 47 pages in to my 90 pages of notes. Hopefully enough of this makes sense... TLDR: Mike was kidnapped, there's been 2 awful missions in a row where many people get hurt, etc. Warnings for major character injuries, though there are no graphic descriptions.]

It's been a two days since Bogota. If Philza never sees another sewer again, it will be far too soon. Tiny scabs from where the Spectre sent its bugs all through his body still cover every bit of skin, and the larger lazer burns remain bandaged tightly.

Fit is visiting, looking even more exhausted than Philza feels. He's brought snacks, and gossip, and will not go back to bed no matter how much Philza suggests it. It's not like Philza would be lonely - Missa and Roier's mission had also been a bit of a wreck, the entire team of six also in the medical ward for the immediate future at least. Chayanne, too, is about, the young boy currently curled up and asleep on the foot of Missa's bed.

Must be terrifying for the kid, to be rescued from hell only to see both new parents in the hospital in a few days of each other. For Bobby, too; Jaiden was also on the mission with Missa and Roier.

Still, Fit is here, so they make small talk. There's not a whole lot happening on the ship, but they can pretend.

The curtain lifts up, and Philza expects either Chayanne or the Doctor. Instead he sees Cellbit, looking about as close to passing out as Fit. His uniform is smart but his hair is a mess from running his hands through it too often, his face is near gaunt, and his fingers shake where they cling to his tablet.

"Fit, Philza." Cellbit nods to them both.

Philza's wave comes with a wince, Fit's salute with an "oi there what's up?"

"I'm really sorry to interrupt, but we need you for something. Fit, that is. We need Fit."

"What is it?" Fit groans as he tries to peer at Cellbit's clipboard.

The paperwork is hastily tucked away, "there's an opportunity that's come up. We need you to go undercover and get some research done."

"You're fucking joking," Philza immediately cuts in, one arm protectively covering the largest of his wounds, while the other grabs on to Fit. "Cellbit, we just got back from Bogota. You know how bad Bogota was. There's no way in hell this is safe. And everyone who was in Kaduna? Can't it wait a week"

Cellbit at least has the decency to look genuinely apologetic, "if there was another option…"

"What is it?" Fit removes Philza's arm from his own. "I'm not really in top condition; if you just need shit blowing up, Vegetta's a little better off."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Philza asks. "At least then our armour upgrades will be done."

"Phil," Fit's voice drops a little.

Philza knows what being scolded for being overprotective sounds like, but Fit is his friend. His friend, who he dragged through hell, and has been dragged through hell by, and he trusts with his soul.

"It's Mike," Cellbit says, and that has both of them shut up. "We think we have a lead, but from the glimpses our contacts got during the transfer... It doesn't look good. Here."

Fit is handed a tablet, and shown whatever evidence the resistance has found.

"Fuck," Fit whispers the word, rubbing at his face. "There's nobody else?"

Philza is handed the tablet. It's a very short video clip, slightly corrupted. Still it's very clearly Mike, bloody and disorientated and still fighting as he's dragged from one transport van to another. He manages to bite a guard, and for it gets cracked over the head, goes limp and is tossed into the van.

He hands the tablet back, and tries not to think about the implications, or how they probably don't have as much time as this needs.

Instead he runs through the options: Jaiden and the team she took to Kaduna are back, but every one of them is in hospital with him. Forever, Tubbo, and Aypierre are needed on the ship. Mouse is still exhausted, even more dangerous for psi ops than the rest of them to push it. Cellbit himself still has one arm in a sling, and probably should not have left medical yet. A couple of other people, but most are too inexperienced to be sent out in just a duo for what will likely be a multi-week stealth operation. There's Baghera and Foolish, both experienced, but neither is much good at hacking. Which. Will probably be needed, to confirm which facility has Mike, and for how long.

There's Pac, of course, and Philza would put Pac on being the other half of the planned team. Ever since Mike was captured best part of two months ago, Pac has been on one ground mission - and there have been a lot of ground mission. The problem is, without Mike, Pac can be... Not volatile, volatile is Mike when Pac is critically injured and dying on the floor and Mike is too terrified to let anyone past to stabalise him, but reckless. Only with his own safety, but that's a problem itself.

Add in that Pac was /also/ on the mission in Bogota, still recovering from the sheer exhaustion of the test... Philza really wishes anyone else were available.

"There's Pac," Cellbit offers, also frowning. "He found out and wants in."

"If Pac's going, you need to go." The words taste like ash on Philza's tongue. "If it were not about Mike…"

Cellbit nods in agreement.

They can't keep Pac from going after Mike, and the purpose of a mission is impossible to keep secret for long with thirty-odd people crammed into one airship. Forever wouldn't be willing to, either. And to get Mike back but have lost Pac... They cannot do that either.

And Pac needs a stabalising hand with Mike gone, someone to keep him from shattering completely. There's a reason every mission he's been on since, Fit has been there. There's good reason, and everyone knows it.

Fit misses Mike like a limb, too, Philza knows.

Fit sigh, and stretches, and rubs his face, "I hate when you're right. Do I have time for a nap?"

"You leave in twenty minutes, but it's a long flight," Cellbit does seem apologetic, for all he runs his hands through his whitening hair. "The real problem is it's in Australia."

"Fucking hell," Fit groans. "They really didn't want us finding him, did they?"

"But we did," Cellbit reminds them, with a flash of his slightly too sharp teeth. "And they won't keep him. Once we have the coordinates, Forever'll send someone to help you get in and out."

Philza and Fit share a look. Fit looks like the exhaustion has seeped into his soul. It's a danger, going out in the field so tired. To himself, to others, to everyone.

But sometimes, he supposes, there really is no other choice.

Fit breaks eye contact first, "I'll kit up and be at the hanger in ten. Who's briefing us?"

"Not sure yet. Forever's still working out the details, so probably him?"

"A'ight," Fit turns to Philza. "See you later, big boy."

Philza rolls his eyes to mask his concern. "Just don't fall asleep on the job."

He gets flipped off; Philza laughs, and lets them leave.

Two weeks later, Pac and Fit come back - not someone joins them, they come back. They have Mike's location, and an entry point, and the head cracking didn't kill him, but he's being tortured and there's talk of disposing of him soon. Philza wishes that was the worst of it, though, he really does; most people's injuries have recovered so getting a team together won't take long. It's serious, but they can handle it. Hell, he'll voluenteer.

No, the worst of the report is that Pac gives it alone; Fit was rushed straight to medical as soon as they land. He is alive - conscious even - but the wounds are still severe.

Didn't hear a Viper coming, Pac says, was caught and constricted and had his rib cage crushed. And then used a grenade to force it to let go, dropping it at his own feet to force the alien to let go. Pac had been hacking at the time, getting the info they needed, and didn't notice anything until Fit was snatched from the door.

Fit didn't hear it, or so Pac says, too tired, too caught up in exhaustion to hear the threat until it was too late.

And Philza, Philza wishes he was surprised.

#qsmp fanfic #alternate universe - alien invasion #is this xcom2 crossover fic when I still haven't written the reports up?#yes oops #what immediately follows this is rescuing Mike #and Fit is fine in a bit with near-future medicine plus alien drugs #he's less badly off than phil at the start of the fic #but its a thing #not all of the eggs are actually around yet - ramon is notably missing in this fic but it might actually be just chayanne and bobby atm #I forget the exact order of who was where #qsmp x xcom

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adventuringalchemy · 8 months

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Heya! P:

I read through some of your asks answers during work and it gave me an idea. [Your blog gets more questions/is more active than other MC ask blogs I follow atm, so I stalk ya a lil' bit hhhh don't mind me]

I am not the anon who sent the AU ask, I am not knowledgable enough of MCSM to ask big questions, -wheeze- but some ungodly possession gave me an image in my mind and is now bothering me. I gotta write it down somewhere, so my first choice is to pester you with it. /hj

For some reason when it got mentioned that Jesse would spawn a monster, or some other threat, that then blew out of proportion [haphazardly so], I just saw an image in my head of them drawing a summonig circle/building a shrine Herobrine style. Crudely, but alas. A terribly bad idea but also "This ain't ever gonna work,"-like so it wouldn't hurt, surely!

What if they mistakenly summoned Crona, glitchy admin lad, with that. Pulling them from their own broken, shifting server over to theirs. The spiky beasty is so nonchalant, floating about, chill and unbothered but the MCSM world isn't acustomed to a glitchy mess like Crona, so things around them just break, glitch, shift, affected by weird effects, physics break in a radius and spread. Posing as practically a bug in the system.

Ah- It doesn't fit timeline-wise since none of the main cast actually ever met an admin at that time probably in the AU [I don't know how tightly woven the MCSM timeline is, I just know the admin shenanigans come after the witherstorm, after the portals, when Jesse is already aknowledged as a hero, and Beacontown got built? Romeo wouldn't really have his eyes on Jesse if none of that ever happened, I guess?], therefore they wouldn't have reference or concections what a big deal this is and big confrontations later interactions could pose are practically nullified in that case, but the image won't leave my brain. -wheeze-

Soooo! Maybe that idea doesn't really fit into the mentioned AU [and the timeline shifts give me a headache, since I have poor understanding of the characters/timeline in the first place. My diligent mind wouldn't give me a rest unless I study MCSM history if I were to attempt to play a part in that AU /hj]

-But I feel the idea itself is worth savekeeping since you expressed interest in RPing with me and that character. I think I'd absolutely attempt to trial run through. Just wanted to share. Thinking what big of a deal it would actually be- and the idea of basically summoning Herobrine is such a nostalgia trip for myself! -wheeze-

[I actually considered whether to DM you rather, but I gotta stop lingering in the shades, so here goes this gköwkflfük]

[I enjoy how you answer asks in detail and share your thoughts, bet other people like to read though those too, so let me indulge. P:]

@sollyraptor sent an ask .

no but i adore the idea of them trying to summon herobrine. i can TOTALLY see the vibes fitting into mcsm! a lot of the story has little, niche topics that bring back the nostalgia of minecraft itself. going to defeat the ender dragon being a huge part of it.

i don't necessarily see jesse making the mistake personally because i feel like they would have a little more brains than axel. they would do the research to summon herobrine. they would make sure that everything made perfect sense and fit together to ensure that that would be the outcome. jesse isn't impulsive ( unless you hurt their friends / they're angry ) , but axel most certainly is. i can totally see axel just wanting to get it done and over with and messing up the structure that summons herobrine. he'd put the wrong block, put the wrong flowers, do something. and in comes crona, who is probably much, much more destructive and would cause much more havoc.

i love the idea of crona bringing in glitching to their world. just because they haven't met admins yet doesn't mean they can't meet one sooner. it's an au so anything goes. and the lore of mcsm is a little different than minecraft lore to begin with so mixing in some of our touches wouldn't hurt at all.

i imagine that if this were to happen, ivor would want to use to command block to get rid of crona. something with powers that the command block has, they could very much use the command block to get rid of it. that would be his biggest idea at least, very much like how he thought of the way to truly get rid of the witherstorm; destroying the very thing that made it.

but he would have no idea how to get rid of the glitches. he would try magic, he would try enchantments, but i imagine nothing would really work. glitches don't just go away. they are made because there is flaw. and crona is flawed. meaning that nothing can really save it. ivor would spend years trying to figure out how to get rid of it, only to never find the answer. poor man would work himself to death.

honestly this sounds like it could turn into a fully plotted epic, which are my absolute things to write. i adore long threads that have a huge story from start to finish. i stay the most in character with them, i get the most excited for, and keep the most in my brain. i think about it. i want art for it. i make headcanons for it.

please do this with me.

#⚗️ OOC .#sollyraptor

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Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 13)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Please refer to beginning of chapter 1 post for complete list of CWs/TWs)

(This chapter's illustration done by me, mostly! Disclaimer that I heavily referenced/semi-traced Lady Sneasler's in-game model at some points, so it's not entirely mine! Thank you!)

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

(Reblogs are appreciated!)

Ingo made his way out of his Pearl Clan hut and into the snowy outdoors. He had told Rei and Zisu that he wouldn't be able to make it to the Battlegrounds; Thankfully, they said they could handle it. Rei looked excited to be able to have his first day of running the Battlegrounds on his own.

Which reminded Ingo.

He needed to find someone who would be willing to take his place as Sneasler's Warden for a while.

Not just anyone could qualify for being a warden. A person had to be a part of the Pearl Clan and know of its culture, and have good knowledge of the wardens.

But who would qualify for that? Perhaps Ingo could ask Lady Irida.

After a bit of searching, Ingo found Lady Irida at the hot springs located at the upper part of the Pearl Settlement.

Irida heard Ingo approaching, and turned to him. "Good morning, Ingo!" Irida greeted Ingo with a smile, "What brings you up here?"

"Well, actually.." Ingo conveyed, "I needed to speak to you about something important. Very important."

Irida's smile vanished, and she began to become worried, "Oh, is something wrong?

"No, not necessarily." Ingo replied, "It's just that..you know how I've been thinking about my origins more lately?"

Irida nodded

"Well..I've learned a lot, and it turns out that to learn more, I may have to leave this land for some time." Ingo explained

Irida seemed a bit confused, "Why is that?"

"Well, you know how everyone thinks I'm different, and that I have 'strange' mannerisms?" Ingo articulated, "Well, I've been doing some research with the Professor, Akari and Rei, and it turns out I may not even be from this land, or time. I have always felt like I don't quite belong here; But regardless, I'm eternally grateful for the Pearl Clan's aid. I hope this doesn't come off as me being dismissive of how you all have helped me so immensely."

Irida was taken aback. She was aware that Ingo felt like a bit of an oddball, along with often being considered strange, but the Pearl Clan still welcomed Ingo with open arms; she was glad he recognized that, of course.

Ingo did often speak of how he wished he knew more about who he was before he came to Hisui. Irida didn't think it was him being ungrateful; even if she found a nice place to stay, she would be a bit sad if she didn't remember her past, either.

Irida was a bit hesitant, but she didn't want to keep Ingo from finding out more about himself. So she complied.

"I see. Well, I have no problem with you possibly going to search for your origins," Irida expressed, "but who will take your place as Lady Sneasler's Warden while you are gone?"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about as well.." Ingo muttered, "I was wondering if you could help me find someone who you believe may be fit to be a temporary Warden for Lady Sneasler?"

Irida hummed, nodding to herself, "I cannot guarantee that we will be able to find someone that can qualify, but I will try my best to help."

"Thank you very much, Lady Irida. I appreciate this." Ingo stated.

Irida smiled, "Of course. Now, let's get searching."

Irida and Ingo scanned the Pearl Settlement, approaching some houses and individuals outside to explain the situation and ask if they could possibly help. The Pearl Clan members seemed shocked, but understood the situation; Although so far, there was no one who would be quite a good Warden for Sneasler.

"Ugh, if only Coin were still here.." Irida complained, "She knew quite a bit about poison and fighting types.."

Ingo nodded in agreement, "Well, we haven't asked everyone. Let's not give up just yet."

"Right."

Soon enough, Irida and Ingo reached a certain hut. There was no one outside it earlier, but now, a man with dark hair stood outside, feeding his Pokémon.

Ingo spoke to the man, "Good morning, Ambit."

Ambit looked over to Ingo and Irida, putting the berry on the ground for his Pokémon to finish before approaching Irida and Ingo.

"Good morning Warden Ingo, good morning, Lady Irida!" Ambit said with a friendly grin.

Ingo chuckled. Ambit was one of the Pearl Clan members that warmed up to Ingo first. They definitely considered each other friends.

"How are you two doing today?" Ambit asked

"We're doing alright- Thank you for asking, Ambit." Irida answered

"Although, if it's not any trouble," Ingo added, "we could use some help with something."

"Oh! Is that so? Well, I'd be glad to help! Just let me have my friend watch over my Pokémon." Ambit explained as he began to walk towards his hut, "Fora!"

Irida and Ingo waited for a moment as Ambit spoke to Fora. Fora was a bit intimidated by Pokémon, but was trying her best to fix that. Ambit thought maybe watching over his Pokémon could make for some good practice.

"Well…maybe you're right. Alright then, I'll watch over your Pokémon." Fora said

"Thanks, Fora, you're the best!" Ambit responded

Ambit then returned over to Irida and Ingo.

"Now that that's taken care of," Ambit exclaimed, "I think I may know just the kind of guy you're looking for!"

"Oh?" Irida vocalized

"Who may that be?" Ingo questioned

"Just follow me, and I'll show you!"

Ingo and Irida followed Ambit. It wasn't too long until Ambit approached a certain hut, knocking on the door.

"Coming!" A familiar voice called from the inside. After a moment, a man with a similar appearance to Ambit, just a bit shorter and with slightly longer hair, answered the door.

Ambit smiled and waved at the man, "Good morning, Hectar!"

"Oh, good morning, Ambit." Hectar responded, "Is there something you need?"

Before Ambit could respond, Hectar noticed Ingo and Lady Irida. His eyes widened.

"Oh my! Good morning, Lady Irida, Warden Ingo!"

"Good morning to you, too, Hectar." Irida grinned. Ingo smiled slightly with a small dip of his hat as a gesture of friendly acknowledgement.

"Yeah, I was just about to say," Ambit explained, "Lady Irida and Warden Ingo need your help!"

A perplexed expression spread on Hectar's face, "My help? Why..my help?"

"Well, I don't know if Warden Ingo and Lady Irida know quite as much as I do, but ever since you were little, you've always wanted to be a Warden. You love taking care of Pokémon, and have massive respect for our Nobles." Ambit remarked, "Not only that, you've done quite a bit of training and research so that maybe, one day, you could become a Warden!"

That was true, Ingo and Irida thought. They didn't quite know about the more in-depth details, but they both noticed Hectar was very interested in the role of being a Warden and the Clan Nobles. Sometimes he would ramble on about them, before becoming a bit embarrassed. Irida had even once offered Hectar to become a Warden when the clan needed a new one; he had declined, however, stating that he wanted a few more years to prepare before taking any possible offers.

Hectar was a little red-faced, but chuckled, "Yes, that is true. But what does that have to do with this situation?"

Irida chimed in, "Well, I'm sure you both know how Warden Ingo became a part of this clan and how he became Warden, and how he's always been seen by some as an outsider; A bit strange."

"I don't believe I belong in this land or time, and I wish to prepare to possibly search for any of my origins. To do that, however, I may have to temporarily leave this area," Ingo continued, "and so, we'll need someone to take my place as Sneasler's Warden temporarily."

Hectar's jaw dropped slightly, his eyes almost glowing, "Are you suggesting?"

"Yes, we are," Irida answered, "we would like you to be the replacement Warden for Ingo. Is that alright? We don't have many other options."

"It..it would be an honor!" Hectar stammered, "But…what if I'm not good enough?"

"Do not say things like that, Hectar." Ingo replied, "As Ambit said, you have already done quite a bit of training and research regarding what it takes to be a Warden. In fact, it's almost time for me to do my duties for Lady Sneasler; Why don't you go ahead and come with me? If you do well, I am certain you will make a great candidate."

Ingo turned to Irida, who smiled and nodded. Hectar looked at Ambit, who had a goofy grin on his face, basically shouting, "C'mon, do it! It's your dream!"

Hectar then looked back at Ingo, who was facing him once more.

"Alright, I'll try my very best!"

"Bravo, that's the spirit!" Ingo exclaimed, "Then, you should probably get what you need, and then we will head off!"

"Yes sir!" Hectar responded before going into his hut to grab a few things. He then came back out with just a small bag a few minutes later. With that, Ingo and Hectar would be off to Lady Sneasler's seat.

"Good luck, stay safe!" Ambit and Irida shouted after Ingo and Hectar as they began their path to Lady Sneasler's seat, the two waving back to them as they left.

Hectar spoke to Ingo a lot of the way there, and it just made Ingo even more sure that Hectar was the perfect candidate.

"So, if I've read correctly, Sneasler's favorite dish consists of plump beans and hearty grains? Although I'm sure there's a certain way that she prefers it, if I'm correct.." Hectar stammered.

"You've got it! And that'll be your second test when we get there!" Ingo responded, "You'll be going through some trials to test your ability to be Lady Sneasler's Warden; How does that sound?"

"I'll do my very best, I'll push my limits!" Hectar announced, "But– what do you mean 'second' trial?"

"Excellent!" Ingo exclaimed, and he and Hectar could now see a clearing on the snowy mountain path they took, "Well, you'll have another trial, first- you'll have to be able to make your way through Wayward Cave- preferably without using the torches as much as possible. Speaking of that; Here we are."

The entrance of Wayward Cave was now in sight.

As Hectar and Ingo walked through Wayward Cave, Ingo was delighted to see Hectar basically knew the way from beginning to end; he even looked towards the ground, testing his ability not to use the torches.

Ingo made sure that Hectar took note of where the torches would be found should they ever be not set up for whatever reason.

"I'll make sure to remember that." Hectar stated.

After that, with Ingo and Hectar ascending another, more snowy path up the mountain, they soon came close to Lady Sneasler's seat.

"Here we are. Are you ready?" Ingo asked Hectar.

Hectar nodded firmly.

Ingo lead Hectar towards Lady Sneasler's seat, calling out to his Lord. "Lady Sneasler! I'm here with the business we discussed the other day!"

After a moment, Ingo and Hectar heard footsteps in the snow. Hectar gasped and Ingo chuckled as Lady Sneasler rounded the corner, approaching her seat. She made a trilling noise in greeting.

"Lady Sneasler, this will be your temporary warden; He will protect you with everything he has, just like I have." Ingo explained.

Hectar bowed to the Noble Pokémon, "It is truly an honor, My Lord."

Lady Sneasler approached Hectar and sniffed him for a moment, before making a sound that sounded like laughter, before she patted Hectar on the head, making sure not to poke him with her poisonous claw-tips.

Ingo laughed, "She thinks you're a bit silly, but is definitely interested!"

Hectar laughed, a bit embarrassed.

"Now, let the trials begin!"

Ingo watched and directed Hectar through the trials, while at the same time making sure not to give him too much help. And as Ingo had hoped, Hectar crushed every single test thrown his way. He made Sneasler's dish almost perfectly, tended to her babies with great care, cleaned and checked the area for hazards in every nook and cranny, regularly checked the Noble in between trials to see how she was doing, put up quite a match against Ingo's Pokémon when tested with his strength regarding his own team of companions, and finally, played the Celestica Flute gifted to him flawlessly.

Hectar still seemed uneasy. Ingo was still so much better than him at this. And yet, when Hectar braced himself to hear the results from Ingo, he almost fainted from joy.

"Hectar, here are your results;" Ingo started, and out of nowhere, his voice got so much louder! "Bravo! Excellent! I don't think we could've found a better candidate!"

Hectar looked up at Ingo, "Wait, what? Are you serious? But..you still have me easily beat in every aspect of this!"

"Of course I'm serious! For a first timer, you did incredible!" Ingo avowed, "And listen; I've been doing my job as Warden for a long time now. I may have you beat, but practice makes progress, and I'm sure one day, you'll be just as an amazing of a Warden as all the others!"

Hectar was quiet for a moment. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Then, he grinned.

"So…I'm really going to become Sneasler's Warden?"

"A replacement Warden; you still have some training to do, and I'm not ready to retire from being Sneasler's warden, but if something comes up where I must depart from the village, you will do great!" Ingo insisted

Lady Sneasler came over and trilled, flicking her feather from her face. She turned to Hectar and nodded. Hectar smiled even wider.

"Thank you- thank you both so much. This is such an incredible honor!"

"Absolutely! Lady Sneasler has grown to like you very quickly!" Ingo remarked, "But, if I may ask, may I have a moment to speak to Lady Sneasler alone?"

"Oh, of course!" Hectar replied, "I'll just be over in the den looking over the kits!"

Hectar did as he said he would, quickly making his way towards the cave Sneasler's babies resided within. Ingo shouted after him. "Wonderful idea!"

Then, Ingo turned to Sneasler, who looked a bit saddened.

"Lady Sneasler, I've noticed you seem a bit down," Ingo mentioned, "I want you to know this; I'm not having Hectar replace me as your warden permanently. I am just having him do my job in case I leave the village for some time to search for my origins. Is that okay? You encouraged me to think about things, but I want to know the truth, no matter what it is."

To be honest, Sneasler felt a bit conflicted. She definitely liked Hectar, and of course she wanted her dear Warden to have the chance to find things about himself! It always seemed like parts of him were missing– if he could find those parts, it would surely be wonderful.

She would admittedly miss Ingo, but sometimes, companions had to be apart for a while. As long as he would be returning, she felt like it would be alright.

After thinking for a moment, Lady Sneasler tried to express this to her friend. Thankfully, Ingo seemed to understand.

"Of course I understand, my Lady. I will miss you, too. But when I return, I'm sure it will be wonderful, as you've said." Ingo replied, "Thank you for understanding, you've always been a great friend to me."

Ingo patted Sneasler with a smile, the Pokémon purring.

"Well, now that that's settled, I'll go get Hectar so we can return to the village for the night. Is that alright?" Ingo questioned the Noble

Lady Sneasler made a noise of agreement, putting her claw to her mouth as if she was speaking in a certain manner. Ingo nodded and made his way to the den, looking in.

"Hectar, Lady Sneasler and I are done speaking! It is getting late, and we should return to the village." Ingo commented, "How are the kits?"

Hectar was crouching over a bundle of baby Sneasels, standing up and turning to Ingo when he heard his voice.

"Oh! They're doing great!" Hectar approached Ingo, "And yes- the sun is almost set."

"Bravo, that is good news! Alright then, follow me and we'll be back to the village soon."

Hectar nodded and followed Ingo as he exited the cave, approaching the path they first came from. Ingo and Hectar waved to Lady Sneasler, who lifted one of her claws to wave back, and Ingo felt a small smile form on his face.

Soon, he'd finally be able to discover more about himself, and he was glad everything was going to be alright should he do so.

Chapter 12

Chapter 14

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nimuetheseawitch · 11 months

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🥀 🚿🌈 no specific wips, i'm just curious how you'll interpret these and what i'll get! you can take them as 3 separate prompts or as one prompt if there's something that somehow fits it all

Hmm. Fascinating. Let's see if I can come up with something for each of these. You're also gonna get my thought process for them.

🥀I apparently associate flowers losing their petals with Beauty and the Beast, which got me thinking about my crow!John (SGA) fic. I don't have much plot yet, but I love the concept of John as a crow who is fascinated by McKay and all his shiny things and starts bringing him little gifts of wires and things stolen from all around him. I have never written anything quite this silly, and it is fun to get away from the angst and the very important plot. I also have already shared pretty much everything I have written for this one, so it sounds like I need to get writing.

🚿From the BJ is the worst fic that I haven't yet written more of because I cannot for the life of me figure out what happens next (maybe I'll just find a little bit more and edit it and then call it good and post it - do I actually need plot?)

Eventually, BJ's attempts to sing died down and all Hawkeye heard was the spray of the shower. He peeked in and saw BJ curled up asleep with the water coming down. He didn't seem to have done a good job washing his hair, but there wasn't any food stuck in his beard, and Hawkeye thought that was good enough.

🌈For the next installment of The problem with starting halfway through, I did an absurd amount of research into weather and train schedules. I'm not entirely sure why I needed to know exactly which trains Hawkeye would take to get to Chicago, but now I know. I also found out about an epic snowstorm in Chicago exactly a year after the Party and my brain is determined for them to have a reunion before the war is even over for a year. It's proving very stubborn to write, but it does come with Hawkeye freaking out about being stuck in the snowbound hotel until the tracks clear because he could handle being the Hawkeye Pierce everyone expected for a day or two, but now he needs to leave:

“It’s no problem, sir. We don’t have many patrons arriving and can probably even keep you in the same room until the storm has passed. Although I see you are traveling with a Daniel Pierce - we may ask you to share a room with two beds to help us accommodate other guests who are inconvenienced by the snowstorm.” “Are there any trains leaving today? I’ll even take an airplane! Or a train going west! I just can’t stay here!” Suddenly a lot less friendly, the concierge responded cooly, “You are welcome to beg accommodation at another hotel, sir, but there are no outgoing trains, plains, or automobiles in this weather, and I doubt you will find another open bed.”

Thanks for the ask! Definitely getting me thinking about writing.

#wip wednesday

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rantgical · 6 months

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Have you ever seen an engineer who doesn't want to build anything?

I haven't.

I don't know what I want to do though.

I like it when I have clear instructions and I can do the work with my own two hands. I don't have to talk to anyone if I don't want to and once I've finished my work, I can submit the results to whoever it is I need to give it to and that's that.

I'll have done a good job. They'll thank me for helping out and I either look for the next thing or I clock out.

A factory worker. I'm describing a factory worker. Or an office job. I said I don't want an office job.

I don't.

Office politics are a nightmare and no job pays enough for you to comfortably live anymore.

I've seen my parents work their life away for their children. I don't want to do that. I want to be able to spend time with them.

I want things to be easy. But things are never easy. But why does it have to be like that? Who decided things had to be hard? When did things become hard?

Some people believe it's still for me. That even though I don't fall into the typical engineer stereotype I can still become a great engineer.

But what makes an engineer, an engineer?

I don't know. I was asked did I like the engineering class in college. I did.

But did I like it because the prof was nice and the work was easy? Or did I like it because I genuinely enjoyed the projects?

I think it's the former.

And that's terrifying. Because I can't afford to turn back. I don't have the money for it. My parents don't have the money for it.

And even if I do switch what do I switch to? Bio? Pure science? I like learning about how life on the planet is. But I hate writing papers and having to do research on things I don't necessarily care about.

I always end up falling down some kind of rabbit hole when I do research. And then eventually I get bored and don't want to research the thing anymore even though I haven't written the paper yet.

I hate how much I don't 'fit in' because I don't like building things. I don't like cars, I don't like techy things, I don't like designing things. I do art in my spare time. I told myself I'd write on the side and see if my writing takes off.

But somewhere along the way I forgot how to express myself in a coherent way. My thoughts and inner monologue are what end up on the paper and suddenly the writing only makes sense to me. I'm not telling a story anymore I'm just venting.

Write. Write. Write. Create characters who are your personal cheer squad. Create a world where you are in control. Spiral deeper and deeper and deeper into the recesses of your own mind. Who cares what the story is?

I have become quite the selfish person. Even my writing has become something only for myself. I no longer care if it's coherent or not.

What do I do? Where do I go? Have I just been going through the motions this whole time? People's words are a blur. I don't understand what they're talking about.

I feel so happy working an intern's job. Maybe I'm just happy to be thanked or praised.

Maybe I'm just happy to be useful.

Their gratitude is intoxicating.

Gratitude, praise.

They are few and far in between when you're a university student.

The feeling is trumped by anxiety and stress and burn out.

Am I afraid of losing that gratitude?

No, that's not right. I know that's what I'm afraid of.

Blend into the scenery. Nodding along without understanding a thing.

That's what I'm afraid of.

"Regi do this, Regi do that. Regi what was the data you got for this, Regi did you do this thing when you ran the experiment?"

Those sentences I understand.

"Separate the cream, take the extract, resuspend the sample, centrifuge again, do it three more times."

I understand those words.

Centrifugation separates the solid cell walls from the cytoplasm inside. DNA is unpacked and broken into their nucleotides and amino acids. How much of a certain amino acid is in the sample? Run a test.

The dryers use thermodynamics. Increasing temperature and lowering pressure turns water into gas and leaving only solids. Lowering temperature , then pressure to an extreme amount turns solids into gas, to increase the speed of sublimation, increase temperature while keeping a constant pressure.

It makes sense. The graph makes sense.

So why did it not make sense when I learned it in class?

Why does the math make my head spin?

I am at the point where everyone is more intelligent than me. Therefore I am seldom useful. At least not in the way I think I should be.

I nod along and that seems to satisfy them. Of course it seems so, most of the time people just need someone to listen to them.

Maybe that's what I'm afraid of. I am afraid of not being needed anymore. I am afraid of becoming a parasite onto other people. Someone who cannot give anything valuable on return for the aid they graciously provide me.

Because why keep around someone who takes and takes and takes?

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soda-boots · 9 months

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Sorry I was never good like you

"Can we keep up with the ruse" 'Sober' - Lorde

I know I'm having a moment when I'm on social media a lot more than usual, feel a bit detached, more bored than usual and have the urge to put on 'Melodrama' to try and make myself feel better.

Not me getting a text mid-tumblr moment, can I regurgitate in peace.

The summer as a whole has been great actually. I can't fully complain. I went to Alton Towers for my birthday (I just remembered that I never paid for the photos. Done now).

I think the emotion is gone now. There's basically no literary flow happening sadly. Weird that I haven't felt strong enough about something emotionally to write about. Should I be concerned ? The only thing recently that has left me exhausted are these blasted internship applications. So much effort to do, like sure the initial application takes like what 10 minutes maybe (if they don't ask me to write those damn essay questions on why them. Babes be so for real right now). But it's those online assessment (shout out to when I got rejected by Costa for them not thinking I would be a good barista after there online assessments) , those patronising and arduous psychometric tests, situational judgement assessment, culture fit matches, verbal and aptitude quizzes. Ranging from analysing copious amounts of data in an incomprehensibly short amount of time, non-verbal reasoning games.

"pick which matches you best"

"I like working in a diverse environment"

"I get easily bored with routine"

Why are you asking me basically 200 personality questions, at some point it's just too tedious and too much. And I dance around for them and perform these tasks because I genuinely want these things. So far I've only gotten two rejections but I haven't applied to that many places yet (it's only September after all). I'm optimistic that something meant for me will come eventually (I only did get my summer job in like April I think. I did apply in February/March). However, did I really get rejected from Barclays because of my personality (like wtf). Got an Amazon rejection too (but I don't really care cause I don't want to work there and also I'm still not sure I want to be a SWE plus I never practiced hackerrank anyway).

Like this whole process (even just at the start) is already jading me about the world of work in technology. However, something I like will come anyway. Plus I do plan on doing a masters and/or a PhD (how do I even go about making this happen though. I should find out), so I have time (I hope). I should try and do a research internship, that would be good (and a good stepping stone for the masters/phd). So far not many successes but we're early on and I hope things only get better from here.

I should finally work on making that website for my show over the next few months, and actually learn some data structures and algorithms (and leetcode *vom*)

Uhh I love Melodrama so much (I'm on Sober II now).

#journal #internship #summer

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theharrowing · 9 months

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I started the little Drabble but I need to rewrite it because I tried to write it in a specific way that I think makes it not quite right. I’m finishing the wheel on this stitch I’m working on and then I’m gonna try to rewrite it when I’m less frustrated. I have to put things on pause when I get frustrated until I’m less annoyed. Yeah, that’s what I was thinking to, using the journal for lore. I think I’m going to play them all off on the elements and maybe make it a generational thing? Like mixes of elements create other elements. A combination of an and water dragon make an ice dragon, that kind of thing? If that makes sense? But all of it stemming from a single sun and a single moon dragon. I spend too much time thinking about this sometimes for someone who has barely written any of it. I say that, I have a slight list of physical attributes of some of the dragons.

I think I’m gonna try to write a Hobi Drabble today too. I’m in a daydreaming mood today and I’ve been kinda crushing hard on Hobi lately. I can’t decide if I just wanna commit and write a smut or if I wanna write fluff. I mean, I could do both but where’s the fun in that? Idk, I get a lot of ideas but they’re hard to put in any semblance of an order. I do a lot of research on groups, weirdly enough. I love Stray Kids a lot and I would love to write a Minho au or maybe a Felix au, but I have to come up with a storyline that fits for them, if that makes sense? I have a maybe idea but I haven’t decided if it’s good yet or not. We’ll see. Also, just so you know what I mean when I talk about cross stitch, I have a pic I’m gonna add of one I work on sometimes that I think you will like. I don’t sit still very well so I have to work on stuff while I watch tv or whatever.

I’m working on a black work piece right now that is a carriage with a metallic pop of color, it’ll be interesting. I just wanna finish this wheel and then I’ll hopefully be able to make the Minho au what I actually want it to be ;-;

-Brea

OHHHH CROSS STITCH!!! cooolllll!!! that looks very cute!!! i've never done cross stitch, but i used to do embroidery. i own SO MUCH floss lolol. i haven't done anything in a while, but i did a bunch of these little cactus boys:

i would also do it while "watching" tv hahaha.

did you write the jhope drabble? i actually really like mixing fluff & smut haha. i feel like it brings more of a dynamic to a scene that just straight smut. i struggle to write just fluff lolol. or angst and smut. i love angst and smut.

i need to get my act together and write chapter 20 of Collateral but i have been putting it off. maybe this coming week. i always get the most inspired to write when i have a million other things going on, so once i am back in school, i expect the ideas to flow and the drive to return.

i will also take breaks when i am frustrated. no sense pushing yourself when you're not in a good mindset, especially for a hobby that is meant to be enjoyed. 😁

#jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae #darling brea 💜#you've got mail 💌

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Okay, okay, okkkkkay!!!!

! So I had to choose my college right?! Well my first choice turned out to be an online (the in-person was in another state) but then the one that I didn't really want to go to (because it's farther away and has snow sometimes but still in state) accepted me. So I did a virtual tour and it turns out that I love it. And after doing some more research into their programs and classes and general schooling life I decided it axtually was the one for me!!! So I accepted their offer! Then I had to fill out the housing application and find a roommate. Well I did it and the first person I say immediately matched up 87% with me... everyone else had like a 20% match with me. So we started talking and I thought we fit together really well. We are similar enough thst would could be really great friends, but different enough that we aren't going to get tired or burnt out on each other! And she is coming in from out of state, but I know where she lives and I know it's a super cool place (not this matters much but still) So we are roommates! But need to still get a dorm room, we'll get that down soon though. I got all my Dr's appointments done for now, the only ones left this month are just like check ins. I finally got my graduation announcements ordered!! They are super cute and awesome!! Last month we had my brothers memorial, the same day as prom and a country concert. It was pretty chill, family only. But I didn't go to prom because I have no friends here lol. I did go to the convert though! It was in the evening, Josh Turner! Which was freaking awesome, then the next day it was Lainey Wilson!!! Best thing ever!! And then a couple days later, I went on a hike to a place where my Poppa put up a plaque in honor of my brother (it's on a rock where my brother would have sat for hours). And then finally my biggest freakin news!! My mom handed me her phone saying I had someone who wanted to talk to me. It was my aunt, she asked me if I was doing anything on April 29... and then. AND THEN...

She tells me we are flying to Georgia to go see TAYLOR SWIFTS ERA TOUR!!!!!!! I couldn't breath for a minute, I thought I was gonna pass out! So now I have to figure that out (but something cool about that is in the 1800s I had a family member who was a murderer right, and his family died... because of him. And we are going to be driving right threw the town where it happened!!! Freaky but awesome!)

Alsooo have you seen Daisy Jones and The Six? Because I just finished it and when I tell you I am obsessed... I mean obsessed!! I don't even know what to do with myself. It was just so good. And I fell in love with one of the characters (the only nonproblematic one)

I love you!! Thank you for letting me do my little happy rant and happy dance 🤠 I feel very giggly and like... well happy!!

bestie that sounds so exciting I'm so glad your time at uni is starting out amazing before you're even officially starting!!

YOU GOT TAYLOR TICKETS AHHHHHHH- I AM BOTH SO EXCITED FOR YOU AND ENTIRELY ENRAGED WITH JEALOUSY FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD BUT OMG I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST TIME AND PLEASE SEND ME TONS OF PICS AND VIDS SO THAT I CAN LIVE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH YOU PLEASEEE AND ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO A FUN LITTLE OUTFIT?

I have not seen it yet, I haven't seen anything new for a while lately except for the mandalorian but I really really want to, it's also just not available here yet so I just need to wait for it but honestly good job falling for the good guy, them problematic guys be looking too fine not to fall in love with sometimes

I love you too and I'm so so sorry for only answering now, had such a rough week so I've not been on here much kjsf

#monique replies #grace🪷

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definitelynotcesia · 3 years

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25. 미친 듯 크게 웃어줘

FOREWORD

I have no ill intention of romanticizing emotional manipulation. I aim to portray a story that will give awareness to these matters, as they are very much real and victims shouldn't be labeled, judged, or stigmatized. Please know that I made a thorough research prior, along with everything that I learned as a psychology major, as I was conceptualizing the story so as to give a realistic point of view.

i'm almost there!

i'm almos|

alright cutie, give me few minutes ＼(^o^)／

you redid your reply few times over as your hands started to get sweaty. letting out a huge sigh, you recollect your nerves one last time before pressing the send button.

after all these weeks of texting anonymously and even years of liking him from afar, you would be lying if you say you haven't daydreamed of this moment. you imagine seeing his face light up at the first sight of you, or would he? should you greet him first? maybe you should, since he technically didn't know it was you. that and million other thoughts raced through your head. one thing you're sure though is that, you'll definitely embarrass yourself, enough to slam your head on the nearby wall the second you get home.

"i finally found you", you snapped out of your reverie as a voice spoke from behind. it was hoarse and breathless, like he had been running around looking for you— an all too familiar scene.

"what are you doing here?", you greeted trying to sound cheerful when you're obviously confused at the sudden appearance of yeonjun.

"are you okay? do you need a hug?", he asked which made you even more confused.

but you eventually chuckled at the irony of it all; him asking your permission to hug you when a few nights ago, he just did so without even letting you know.

"wow, you're asking now?" you asked.

his face contorted at your question which completely brought you to a laughing fit. this is ridiculous, you thought to yourself. you're clutching your stomach as you laugh loudly, your tears start to gather at the corner of your eyes.

this man, choi yeonjun, is the epitome of irony. how come he was always the one to find you in moments like this? in moments where you feel utterly stupid for being the weakest person ever. in moments where you can only do nothing but dumb decisions.

"are you done?" he asked you, his hands on his hips clearly annoyed but amused at the same time.

before you could answer, he grabbed you by your wrist towards the familiar warmth of his arms. it was still reassuring like it felt few days ago, inviting you to finally give in.

the next minute, you found yourself fully breaking down on his chest yet again. "dummy, why did you do that when you know you're only going to hurt like this?", yeonjun asked as he gave light pats on your back.

it was the pain of knowing that someone else is living your daydream right now, and the fact that you were too weak to fight for it. you lied to your closest friends. you left them hanging, clueless as to why you never told them about the supposed meeting, and why a different person showed up. they should be worried by now, angry even, for not trusting them enough. you just became everything that sofi has made you believe, a liar and selfish coward.

"you wouldn't understand", you tried pulling away from him but he only held you tighter.

"then let me. i thought i made it clear that i'll listen, y/n?", he said reciprocating the same intensity your last words had. "yesterday, i saw you get in her car. did she talk to you? did she used her manipulative words against you? what! she asked if she could be sunny instead?"

you tensed up at his last question. "how did you know?", you asked, this time, managing to free yourself from his arms.

"i saw you put the snacks outside the dance hall the other day. and it was easy to figure out everything after that."

"she...", you started after few seconds of silence, keeping your eyes on the ground. "sofi approached me yesterday. but she didn't impose, not like she did before. she... pleaded." you looked up to meet his confused eyes. "she wanted to be with taehyun. it was stupid, i know, but i agreed anyway."

you bit your lower lip in anticipation as you watch his forehead wrinkle. of course he wouldn't understand, and that's exactly why you were too scared to tell this to anyone.

"but why? it's so absurd, y/n. why can't you just say no?", he asked starting to get frustrated, his voice rising up quickly. "fuck, you never say no. not even when it's obviously going to hurt you."

"because if i do, i'd fall apart!", you screamed. "i've always lived like this, and it's the only way i know how to go on living. i wasn't there when yuqi needed me, and i lived every single day regretting that,"

"this isn't even about sofi anymore, yeonjun. i had to help, in any way i can. because if i ease for a second, i'd never find my way back. i'd crumble and the pieces would be blown away. that you will never understand."

you were running after your breath when you finished. it was the first time you said those words out loud and it felt a hundred times more painful. but you knew you had to admit it eventually. you have always known that the only way to let go is to open your hands, the only way to heal is to face the ugly truth that you, too, are responsible for aggravating the cut. you knew you had to stop blaming others for something that you allowed to happen to yourself.

after hearing that, yeonjun wanted nothing but to hold you. although he hesitated at first, he finally pulled you in again.

your vision started to get blurry and your head felt lighter at the moment you came in contact with him. for some reason, it felt more soothing than ever. "you are allowed to be scared, y/n. you are allowed to be selfish, too", was all you heard before you fell to unconsciousness.

HELPLINE —kang taehyun smau ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

♡ synopsis: determined to take the pain off the past, y/n wanted nothing more but become the help and comfort that others needed. yet here comes the man with an obnoxiously adorable eye smile, unintentionally ready to sabotage all that she thought was healing— that includes a 24/7 help line and an alternate persona.

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