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mioyeo · 10 months

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Watch your back: Chapter 8

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warning : this chapter contains mentions of, arguing with Rin , missing deceased parent , lots of crying , confessions ( at the end ) , miscarriage , uncontrolled drinking of alcohol, Hongjoong being a big liar , Y/n looking a mess , jumping off a cliff etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Tag list : @legbouk , @scarfac3 , @m4rsluv , @hcyaa , @jackinmyarea, @layzfeelit, @loverlele , @mulletjoonsupremacy , @veneziamadness , @belle643 , @gugggu6gvai , @atinytinaa , @voidcupidz , @atinyreads , @baguette-atiny , @parkthothwa8 , @hwadump , @owjohny , @miaatiny , @honeyymon

Word count: 2,2k

Y/n was currently at a Donation center where she'd be donating all the clothes she once had bought for her now lost child to the first time mommy's

It was nerve wrecking for her to see all the Young mothers and their babies while she wouldn't be able to hold hers anymore

" It's alright , you're doing the right thing "

The elder woman smiled rubbing her back encouraging her to deliver the box to the other ladies that where checking out the clothes conditions

" It's just that I felt overwhelmed kinda "

She smiled softly and finally got the courage to hand over her box and leave after saying goodbye

As the girl walked along side the road , tears suddenly fell from her eyes automatically making the ones passing her pity and ask themselves why she was crying on such a beautiful bright sunny day

They wouldn't understand if she tried to explain how hard it was to let go of the things she bought while being exited

Not the typical excitement because she was gonna be a mommy

But the excitement because she'd have someone to love dearly and nurse them until they left her to love someone else just like they where loved by her

Y/n wiped her tears chuckling at the thought that she probably looked insane crying and laughing at the same time

" Y/n ! i haven't seen you in a while my dear "

The market lady She frequently visited for her amazing fried chicken shouted waving her over as she smiled

" Oh my , I'm so sorry I haven't passed by lately I've been going through some thing's but I'm getting better now "

She smiled hugging the lady that immediately kissed jher cheek and stuffed her mouth with some chicken making her smile

" I've missed you too Mrs.Kim "

She chewed on the food before waving and left after they had a small talk

Going up the stairs she put in the code and walked inside her home taking off the shoes

" Where were you ? "

Hongjoong asked as he was sitting on the couch with San that didn't even look at her

“ I went to Donate the clothes I had bought for little Sanie to first time mommy's that couldn't afford to buy clothes or other stuff for their newborns "

She smiled softly and sat down beside him

" I'm proud of you for letting go "

Hongjoong said smiling sympathetically

"I had to do it sooner because I didn't want to create an unhealthy attachment with the things so I donated them "

She laid her head on his shoulder as he kissed her forehead

" Where are the others anyway? "

" They left to do groceries and Jongho went to get his teeth checked with Mingi "

She grimaced just thinking about the pain

" Also we are having dinner with our parents to finally introduce Rin to them "

Y/n looked up at him with brows furrowed

" So get dressed up because Yeosang's Mom insists for you to come since she hasn't seen you in a long while "

The teen couldn't help but smile

" But don't overdress so that you don't steal Rin's spotlight tonight , it wouldn't be fair if the eyes were only on you tonight "

Hongjoong stood up and left towards his studio leaving both San and Y/n with an awkward silence

Not being able to handle sitting there she stood up and went to her room and look for an outfit

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" Hwa ! do I look pretty ? "

Rin twirled as she came down showing off her dark blue dress with a cut on the back

" It's pretty "

He didn't even really look at her since he was on his phone texting his dad

" You didn't even look at me baby "

She pouted and grabbed him by his suit

" Where's Mingi ? "

" He's with Y/n helping her zip up her dress "

Wooyoung said as he sat on the couch fixing his hair

" I don't just think that they're simply fixing her dress it's been more than ten minutes "

Just as Yunho spoke both of them walked down the hall

" No need to rush , her other dress wouldn't zip up so she changed into this "

Mingi who was practically matching her in his black suit said as he held her by the waist and guided her towards the door as everyone got out

" You sure it was just a change of clothes? "

Hongjoong eyed him annoyed since he saw some her lip gloss on his lips shimmering

"Don't you see his lips? They've been making out while we waited she's trying to ruin my night with your parents "

The younger scoffed making Y/n look at her unbothered

" You're not that special for me to steal whatever night you think you own "

" Y/n enough "

" You're just Jealous that they care more about me than they care about you "

Rin turned around her seat and glared at Y/n

" Oh please, these eight men were mine first , I have already claimed every single one of them and the little attention you're getting doesn't face me at all it's the bare minimum compared to what they give me "

" Please if they oh so loved you why would they get a second girlfriend then ? "

She chuckled cocking her brows looking at the now burgundy haired Y/n who laughed

" My love I don't know what to tell you other than it's none of my concern "

" Girls enough this is supposed to be a happy night for all of us "

Seonghwa sighed as he glared through the front mirror

" a happy night for me ? What will I gain from this Park ? seeing you guys enjoy showing her off while I just sit there and smile pretty like daddy's girl ? Is that what you want me to be doing all night long ? "

" Calm down you're killing the mood and we haven't even started yet "

Jongho squeezed her thighs glaring at her so she could stop

" I don't know about you guys but I'm just here because Yeosang's mom wants to see me "

Y/n sighed making Yeosang look at her funny

" When has my mom said that ? "

" I was told that your mom wanted to see me since we haven't met in a while "

" If she had said that I would've known but that's not the case , I don't know who told you that but don't lie on my moms name "

He looked at her kinda irritated

After Yeosang's words hit her she looked outside biting her lips to calm down

" You could've stayed at home I don't even know why you're here "

Jongho mumbled but forgot he was a bit loud

" Alright just get out and stop talking we're here and behave "

Everyone pilled out the car leaving Y/n sitting there as she continued to bite her inner lips with closed eyes

"When you get over your tantrum lock the car "

Seonghwa threw the car keys onto her lap and left going inside the restaurant

Tears of anger suddenly left her eyes as she bawled her fists and screamed loudly

Why would Hongjoong lie to her ?

What was the point of him telling her that Yeosang's mom wanted her to come when she clearly never said that ?

The only things that angered her was that he made her look like a fool in front of everyone else but was glad that it didn't actually happen in front of Yeosang's family and everyone else's parents, because if that did happen she would die from embarrassed right there

The girl wiped her tears and sat there for another twenty minutes debating on if she wanted to go or not

On the end she decided to get off the car and walk in after fixing her make up

" Wait , miss do you have any reservations? "

" Yes I'm actually here to meet up with the family of my boyfriend's "

" Name please ?"

" Y/n , you'll find me under my boyfriend's name Choi Jongho or Jeong Yunho "

The guard checked the list while looking up at he kinda suspicious

" These names are indeed on the list but im sorry I can't seem to find you on here "

He cleared his throat and waved for guards to come over

" No but , there must be a mistake can you please look again? "

" I'm not blind and neither do I have the time to handle this madness I don't get payed enough for this crap "

He scoffed and signaled for them to wait as Y/n looked at him in disbelief

" I don't get enough love to be here either , you know what ? give The guy named Park Seonghwa his car keys and tell him that im off the map for tonight "

She threw the keys on the table and left

" Thank you this is just what I needed "

The girl groaned as the heavy rain started pouring on her making the dress stick to her body

She couldn't understand what their problem against her was

All she ever did was love them with all she had

But apparently that was all just a waste of her time

Y/n started to doubt that all the I love you's where real

Or anything that included them loving her

She felt limp and cold as the rain kept pouring down on her

Nothing hurt more than being lied to and made a fool of

Turning around the corner she walked into a a small store all messed up, her once beautiful makeup was ruined and so was her hair making the cashier look at her surprised

Y/n looked around and ended up at the liquor section sighing as she grabbed a big bottle off Vodka even though she hesitated for a good minute

Starring at the bottle she finally went to the cashier to pay

" Is everything ok miss ? "

The young girl who registered the things looked at her once again tilting her head

" Not really but that's how life is "

" Can I see your ID please "

She showed her ID and payed for the stuff

" I don't know what you're going through but please cheer up everything is going to get better it will take time so please don't worry "

" Sweetheart, don't you ever enter a poly relationship it will slowly destroy you "

She grinned and left after making the young cashier confused

Wandering the streets of Seoul , Y/n didn't really know were she was going but one thing she knew was that she was going to keep walking until she couldn't anymore

Opening the strawberry flavored alcoholic drink she chugged on it carelessly as if it was juice even thought it was burning her throat

" What did I do wrong Mom ? "

She cried out as she sat down on a bench looking up at the sky

" Can't I just be with you again? "

Tears streamed down as she felt herself getting drunk because of the amount of alcohol she already consumed

" I wish I never left you , I wish I had spend more time with you on those sleepless nights "

Looking onto the water that glistened because of the moonlight made her feel like being hugged my someone but yet so empty at the same time

The Han river looked so pretty on night time which did comfort her for a little

" What did I do wrong ? Am I not pretty enough ? Am I getting fat ? "

She pulled out her phone and opened the camera seeing her face

A complete disaster , Make up all smeared , her hair a mess , lips all smudged

It all make her bawl out more tears as she told herself how pathetic she looked and eventually stood up and laughed at her own misery

Walking up to the railing she stared down onto the cold looking water

A huge feeling of comfort but at the same time the loneliness always seemed to come back

Y/n climbed up the railing and sat on it taking a deep breath shaking

She wanted to give up , every single memory came flashing through her mind

Maybe the only way out for her was to leave completely

" Hey …. , I know you were probably mad at me earlier and I'm sorry , I just wanted to wish you all the best with Rin treat her better than you've ever treated me and give her lots of love , I've always wanted to be loved but it didn't seem like I could really get that from you guys lately and it's ok because I did get my fair share of happy moments these past four to five years , I myself admit that I am indeed a pathetic little baby like Yunho said that cries over everything and I wish I could help it but just seeing how you love someone else more just hurts me , I felt so bad that night you guys had Rin move in with us I cried so hard for the first time while looking in the mirror , I just felt left out by you guys , I thought I've always held a special place in that house but it seems like I'm not the spark you need to function anymore , I didn't mean to talk for three minutes but I just wanted to give my last goodbyes before I leave, Thank you for the beautiful experience of being loved "

She pressed send and waited for the two check marks to appear taking a deep breath

And finally jumped

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swiftsdelucaa · 1 year

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Can I please have an imagine where the reader is dating Addison Montgomery and they decide that they want to try for a baby via sperm donor. Fast forward a few months and the reader finds out she’s pregnant. When she tells Addison she is over the moon. She kisses the reader and ends up proposing to her. Another fast forward and they end up having a baby boy. Fluffy please?

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒔 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Addison Montgomery x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: So sorry for the wait, I wasn't feeling good :( But I hope you'll like it!

What's more beautiful than being with someone you like? It's hard to say. You and Addison looked so good together and you both recently decided to try for a baby. Both you and her were thrilled with this choice and were looking forward to nothing more than to have a family.

Since Addison had little chance of getting pregnant, everything was staked on you, the idea of carrying your child made you even more proud and eager to become a mother.

You started with a few donations, choosing a decent donor was as hard as fun, but unfortunately you weren't immediately lucky. You were both doctors, you knew it would take time, so you didn't let yourself be discouraged. Let's say that after other unsuccessful attempts, your enthusiasm gradually vanished, but Addison had that energy that she was able to transmit to you continuously, so you continued to believe it. God, how much you loved her.

Finally, just when you didn't expect it, it happened. You were pregnant. The answer to the test was more than clear, you must have watched it at least a dozen times before realizing it. You couldn't wait to tell her, you were so happy, her reaction would surely be double yours. And to surprise her by venting all your happiness, you have prepared an excellent dinner.

Addison returned about two hours later, it seemed more for you. She followed the delicious smell coming from the room where you were, welcoming you with a warm smile and giving you a light kiss on your lips.

"Wow, I'm so hungry" she said as you turned to her. "Hey, what's up?" she asked you having noticed your particular happiness.

"Addison Forbes Montgomery" you took her hands, making her feel more curious. "You have no idea how much I'll love you seeing you with our baby" her face lit up, she was probably still reworking. You placed her hands on your belly.

"You- you're pregnant?" her smile became the most beautiful thing for you in that moment.

"Yeah!" you exclaimed, unable to hold back your tears.

"Oh my God Y/n!" she kissed you intensely, then stopping everything to say something.

"Y/n L/n, you'll make me the happiest person giving me a baby and becoming my wife" she looked at your eyes, her words looked so serious and full of love. At that point the tears increased, you didn't know if for the hormones you had taken or for the inexplicable happiness, maybe for both. You began to sob laughing, unable to control yourself.

"Yes, yes, yes!!! I'd love to become your wife" you kissed her again, this time longer than before.

So the wedding and the baby have been the only priority to you in this period. Both had decided that the wedding would be after the baby's birth, also because you didn't want to seem an awful monster on the best day of your life.

For the baby you had done every possible exam, you wanted a beautiful healthy baby, and you'd do everything to make it sure. The funniest thing was that, well, barring your stupid hormones and weird cravings for food that no one would ever eat, you couldn't agree on just one name, you might even have combined all possibilities at the cost of pleasing both. He was a baby boy, and she'd liked to call him Henry, but you liked Jess more. So... Jenry...? For a while you thought that was better to stop thinking about it, at the sight of the baby it was hoped that the name would be chosen immediately.

When you was in labor she was in surgery, trying to save another baby. Let's say it, you were very stubborn, you would even have been able to stop labor with all your might just to have Addison with you.

"Where the fuck is the girl who's gonna be my wife?! I want her here!" you were yelling at anyone trying to calm you down, then Addison finally caught up with you and you began to realize the situation better.

"We're meeting our son, oh my God Y/n it's awesome, I love you so much!" she squeezed your hand as you screamed in pain between the thrusts.

"No, it's not-" you tried to tell her referring to the 'beautiful' experience you were passing at that moment.

When you were finally able to hug your son you did nothing but look at him laughing with tears in your eyes, you didn't believe that such a beautiful thing could grow inside you.

"Ryle" you said. "He's name is Ryle" you looked at Addison and then turned towards the cute baby boy you held.

"Yeah, Ryle. It's perfect" she kissed your forehead and gently stroked the baby's cheek.

In these two months Ryle had already grown a lot, he was becoming more and more adorable. Well, during your wedding ceremony he cried and screamed almost all the time, but somehow it made it special.

As soon as he was with either of you he calmed down, and there were no words to describe that feeling, where the son recognizes his own mother. But you can say you're proud of everything, of you, of Addison, of Ryle, of all of you together.

#addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #addison montgomery imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #y/n #fanfics #my writing #requests

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pudding-parade · 5 months

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@echoweaver

Figured I'd do this this way instead of adding to the comment pile. :) I should've made a separate post with my whining, but…meh. What's done is done.

But yeah, not so much "medical drama" as just…stuff. I had a liver transplant in September. I haven't specifically talked much about it here because...I don't know. I guess I thought if I didn't talk about it it would be less...I don't want to say "depressing," because I'm not depressed, and I don't want to conflate being temporarily down in the dumps with depression. Maybe "difficult" is the right word.

Anyway...I've needed a transplant for about 10 years, my original having been badly damaged by asymptomatic hepatitis C that I unknowingly had, until the damage started making me really sick. I probably originally contracted it from a blood transfusion I had in the 80s, before they tested donated blood for Hep C. Medication as well as a special diet and supplements helped with the symptoms of a failing liver for a while, but this past spring things started to go downhill more quickly and the meds, etc. weren't helping as much.

I had a matching living donor, a relative of my husband's, who wanted to do it and who was finally approved for it. (She'd been deemed too young before.) And I was at the point of, "Do it now or else you won't be healthy enough later to survive the surgery/recovery." So, I did it. And like I said, I know it will be good in the long run, but right now it just kind of sucks. (Though it is nice to be not quite so yellow. I actually have eye whites now, yay! And I look less like a character from The Simpsons. Also also, I can legitimately say that I'm part Mexican now. LOL )

I'll spare you/everyone the gorier details, but I spent almost three weeks (as opposed to the one-week-or-so that's normal for transplants) in the ICU due to rejection issues (which is why my immunosuppressant dose was very high), and then once finally released I was under a "no contact" rule. As in, no contact with anyone but my husband, who was also not allowed contact with other people or else he wouldn't be allowed contact with me. (Thank goodness DoorDash exists now or I don't know what we would have done for food.) The only time I could leave this place was to go directly to a car to be driven directly to a doctor's office where they have a special process/set-up for people in my situation, and it's just nuts. People who went batty during covid lockdowns had it easy compared to this.

So it's been….rough. I don't really care about not being able to see people so much, frankly, but I do not like being cooped up inside. My latent claustrophobia has become not-so-latent of late. At home, I can sit out on the deck or I can wander about or ride my horse for miles in the wilderness without seeing another soul, but not here in a city. Cities suck. If I'd had more time to arrange things I would've at least rented a place with a patio/balcony, but since it was very short-notice, what we have is the best we could get, and it's not very good.

The good news is it's getting better. My immunosuppressant dosages are being lowered and I have no signs of rejection yet, so… *fingers crossed* And I'm down to twice-a-week appointments instead of literally every weekday. So, as of this past Friday I'm now allowed incidental contact, which means I can walk the streets or be at outdoor venues if I stay away from people, especially children (because they go to day care/school and tend to carry all sorts of interesting illnesses), as much as possible, but I can't be indoors for long periods with lots of people, so no stores, movie theaters, restaurants, etc. But this is why we're considering a zoo trip tomorrow. My doctors probably would consider it more than "incidental contact," but at least it's outdoors, close by, and it shouldn't be too crowded since it's winter and the kids aren't out of school for Christmas yet. They also have wheelchair or scooter rentals, so I don't have to walk the whole thing, and I would just be happy to be out in an environment other than a doctor's office for a day. So, I'm pretty sure we're going to do it. Because fuck it.

But anyway. Yeah, I'm trying to be more active online. It was hard for a while because with a giant healing abdominal incision and bruised-up everything, sitting up for long periods of time was a no-go, but I'm doing much better on that front. I've actually been playing No Man's Sky more than Sims, just because it's a space exploration game that makes me feel more like I'm "out there" than Sims does. But, I'm also trying to get back into the simblr momentum. I want to get back to playing the Random Legacy I started, because I can post about that more easily than the weird-o saves I usually play. LOL It's just hard to feel motivated right now, I guess. But we'll get there.

And you know what? For a movie that's supposed to be a comedy, Lilo & Stitch makes me bawl my eyes out. And that scene that I quoted is the "worst" in that regard. But it's still one of my favorite movies. :)

#non sims #replies

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jo-harrington · 9 months

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Me seeing AASB Hymns of Heaven requests open back up:

It would be great to see either the Thunderbird or Great Horned Serpent for some indigenous representation!

xoxo 💜 Cee

Cee, light of my life, bestie. Thank you for requesting this, trusting me with it, and thank you for chatting with me and answering my questions to do this blurb and these creatures justice. Just like we discussed, there’s so many interpretations of these creatures and the meanings vary so much. Faith is an incredibly personal thing so thank you for sharing these stories, your beliefs, and your studies with me.

This blurb is in collaboration with @whatis-much (writing account @rosewaterandivy) and you can find her amazing collection of writing here.

In addition to my monthly food bank donation I have also made a donation to the Association on American Indian Affairs.

Warnings and Themes: Death, Grief, Mourning, Discussion of the Afterlife, Discussion of Religion

Find other Hymns of Heaven here.

September 1984

It never got easier.

It would never get easier.

Eddie spent the past 8 years without his mother, and he would spend the rest of his life without her too. Every day the memories got hazier and hazier, but never any less cherished.

He couldn’t remember what she wore when she dropped him off at school the morning before the accident, but he could remember her smile when she kissed his forehead and waved goodbye to him.

Couldn’t remember her favorite flavor of ice cream but could remember the way her eyes crinkled and the face she made when she got that first bite. Especially that first time Rick took them both out for a special “family date.”

Couldn’t remember the things his father said to her in hatred and anger, but could remember the tears of relief and the tightness of her arms around him the day his father got sent away for good.

And they were all things he wished he had now as he sat beside her grave and traced the letters carved into her headstone with reverent fingers and tear-filled eyes.

The dry grass crunched behind Eddie and he sniffed and rubbed at his eyes really quick before he turned to find you. You and the gentleness in your gaze, a bouquet of flowers—carnations, his mom’s favorite; how had you known—from Bradley’s in hand, and a small knapsack that he was sure was filled with lunch and snacks slung over your shoulder.

Leave it to you to remember to keep him full on a day he felt so…hollow.

He had been hesitant to share this with you.

In those early years, Wayne and Rick would plan something special with him so he wouldn’t be alone. So they wouldn't be alone either. But lately he had preferred the day to just be him and his mom.

When he invited you to join him, you insisted that you didn't need to. Could sense the conflict in him. You told him that you could meet his mom when he was ready to share her, if he was ever ready. Despite his nerves though, something inside of him compelled him to tell you, to share this with you.

Even if it was just once.

You sat down next to him and said hello to his mom in a soft and caring voice; you told her how nice it was to meet her, and how much her son meant to you.

You set the bouquet along the top of the headstone and dug through your bag for something. You handed him a wrapped sandwich from the deli, one for yourself, and then one for his mom, which you put on a plate on the ground in front of you. Then you pulled out a few candles in tall glass containers and a few that were smaller and shorter made of colored wax.

"She liked being fussed over," he laughed as you arranged them and questioned whether or not you could light them. "Don't know if she liked candles or not. This is probably nicer than anything we'd ever done for her on her birthdays when I was growing up."

"I just don't wanna be disrespectful," you explained. "Prayer candles like this...they're a very catholic thing."

"No, I'm sure she'd appreciate it. Appreciate getting to learn something about you too."

You nodded and began to light them one by one. You hesitated at the candle that featured an angel blowing into a trumpet, but lit it nonetheless.

"You know," Eddie began, his stomach turning slightly, but he still powered through. "I don't really...I don't really know what she believed in. She never prayed. Didn't really have time for it...for church or anything. She worked every single Sunday at Benny's and then she'd grumble that if people were really devout that they'd be nicer or leave better tips. Sometimes she would say 'please God' if her car didn't start on really cold days in the winter.

"I don't remember her funeral either...but I don't think Pastor Charles was there. Rick asked me if there was anything special for her and I just asked...if we could have ambrosia with lunch. Because she always made it on special occasions. God, I was such an idiot kid."

He put his face in his hands for a minute as his eyes burned with tears again.

He didn't remember the color of the casket or the flowers, didn't remember what it was she wore.

"You weren't an idiot kid." You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Just a kid who lost his mom. It's ok if you don't remember. It's traumatic."

"My whole life's traumatic," he let out a watery laugh. "I should remember this. Should remember her. All I know is how...good she was. She was just so good. A good mom, a good neighbor. She deserves to be...I don't know...deserves to be someplace nice. She deserves some...heaven, some paradise...

"This asshole kid at school...Brady...he used to bully me, and after she died. Wayne made me get these buzz cuts, it was just easier. Mom always cut my hair herself before...anyway, you could see my ears, right? This kid Brady kept saying they were a little pointy and that must mean I was...some demon spawn. My dad was in prison, maybe he was the devil, and my mom and I were like...Rosemary's baby.

"That's why I started...reading about demons and stuff, because he said it was good that she was dead; she was in hell where she belonged. I always liked the fantasy books in the library but...the really hardcore stuff...that came later..."

"Mom always used to say...fear stems from ignorance," Eddie muttered with finality, tears fully streaming down his cheeks now as his body shook. "So I needed to know everything I could about hell and about demons...so I wouldn't be...be afraid that she might be there."

You muttered his name softly and rubbed his back as he took the time he needed to cry.

There was a breeze. The leaves of nearby trees rustled, the grass. The flames of the candles shook but never went out. Birds chirped and cicadas buzzed in the distance.

You took a breath.

"You know you said to me a while back...something about religion being organized...and I told you everyone can pick their own beliefs..."

You hummed contemplatively for a minute before continuing.

"Do you know...before people believed was a Hell there was just an afterlife. An underworld. Just a place for dead people to go. No punishment, no fire. Death itself the punishment, and then your soul lived on.

"And then you have...different indigenous beliefs about life and Death. The Algonquin people believed in an Underworld and an Overworld and creatures that guarded them. A Thunderbird and a Horned Serpent. Heralds...Stewards of the living and the dead respectively.

"And in Navajo culture, the Underworld isn't even where the dead go. It's where people came from...before they came to be...a dark and primordial place...and the Horned Serpent guided them to the Earth. To life.

"When their time on earth was done," you concluded reverently. "Their spirits would live on forever."

You pushed Eddie's hands away from his eyes and softly caressed his face, made him look at you. You doted on him and he felt all the love and care you put into every touch.

Over his cheeks, his eyebrows, through his bangs so straighten what he messed up. You kissed the tip of his nose and then over each of his eyes, and the ache he felt behind them began to dissipate.

You poured hope and courage and peace into him, and he received it all with an open heart.

"So where is she then?" Eddie whispered.

"Heaven...Hell...Gods...devils...it's all relative...all personal," you answered. "There's no one answer. If your mom believed that God was only there to help start her car on a cold day, then that's what God is. And if she believed that He was only there to give people who wanted absolution for some sins only to be disgusting people anyway, then that's what He is.

"Maybe you don't know what she really believed, but Eddie...what you believe is at play here too." You smiled and your eyes darted between his. "If you want to believe her soul is out there...living forever, then she is. If you want to believe she's in the Undying Lands, then she is. And if you think she was good...then she's worthy of being in Heaven."

Eddie took a moment and closed his eyes. And he imagined his mom again. Her smile and her laugh and her love. He imagined a place that was perfect for her, with music and ice cream and ambrosia and all the comforts that she never got the opportunity to have when she was alive. He imagined that she felt all of the love the world had to give, all the love he had for her.

There was no real name for it.

But that was exactly where she was.

#aasb #hymns of heaven #as above so below #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson angst #Eddie munson fluff #tw death #tw grief #tw religion

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alloverthegaf · 2 years

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I've been super erratic with my presence online lately I know, and I know I don't owe an explanation for that lol but I did want to talk about the past couple of weeks and finally feel like I have the mental energy to do so

Two weeks ago on Thursday my mum called me to tell my my grandma was dying. The next day, dad called me to tell she had passed.

Both of my granddads are already gone, my other grandma having passed when I was born, so this was my last living grandparent. More than that, she was truly my hero. My grandma was the most impressive person I've ever met. I don't even know how to summarise what kind of person she was.

When mum shared grandma's funeral notice to a community page on Facebook, she had nearly a hundred people comment on it, including people she had never met. People whose wedding dresses and cakes had been made by her. People she'd volunteered for, donated food to. Grandma volunteered her time to others her whole life, even when her husband didn't agree with it. Grandma became a leader of the local scouting movement, and created Cuborama, the Cub equivalent of Jamboree. She had a poncho she made out of a blanket covered in Scout badges from all over the country, and bags full of more badges that couldn't fit. She entered her cakes and jams to the town show every year and was so competitive she wouldn't talk to our family friend when she entered as well.

At her funeral there were so many people they couldn't all fit inside the building.

And I still feel like none of that can really explain how incredible my grandma was.

There was an old man wearing a scout shirt who gave the scout salute to her coffin, and I will always regret I didn't get the chance to ask how he knew her before he left.

So. My hero died, and at the same time, Ron's dad was in hospital - I won't go into details there, but he is okay, mostly. We had to postpone picking up our puppy to travel to my hometown for the funeral. We caught up with family, which was great, but a part of the family also broke my mum's heart (and quietly, mine) with some of their feelings about the rest of the family.

AND. Ron and I have both been sick as fucking dogs.

We got home today, completely exhausted. Ron has totally been my rock the past couple of weeks, even while we were also dealing with his father's health problems, and he dealt with my family (and random pub bartenders) giving him shit beautifully lmao.

So, things are okay, but I'm still sick and exhausted and we're picking up our puppy in three days, which I am sooooooo excited for, but will probably also keep me occupied.

Below is one of my fave photos of Grandma - mum had to take her to a diabetic specialist every year, and Grandma hated it so much and would get so stressed, mum would take her to get ice cream after, and made it like a big secret which always excited Grandma. The other photo is of the Scout poncho, something she first showed me when I was a child in Cubs myself, and something I have never forgotten since.

#non fandom #ramblings #asks #alloverthecamera

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practically-an-x-man · 2 months

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Your OCs first impressions of Kyle? This could be either in his high school recovering asshole phase or him as an adult.

Oooh thank you!

Rae: She's dealt with the same "suave asshole as a front" personality back when she first met Warren, so she's able to see through it pretty quick and tell him to cut the crap. After that, they probably get along pretty well, since Rae's no stranger to a sharp sense of humor.

Robin: Would probably just avoid him back in his recovering-asshole phase, but would kinda hit it off as adults. He seems really nice, and genuinely compassionate, and she'd offer to help out at his nonprofit on the weekends.

Madison: Would hate his guts back in his recovering-asshole phase, since she's had a lot of bad experiences with dickwad jocks like him. She'd respect him a lot more as an adult, but they probably wouldn't talk much.

Ophelia: If they met in high school, he'd probably have bullied her, quite honestly. She was a weird kid, and hadn't grown into her confidence and wit at that point. As an adult, she'd be fascinated by his abilities and would insist on running (harmless, painless) tests - which might end in a pair of gloves that insulate his ability from nearby tech, so he can use technology normally.

Gia: As an adult, would appreciate how much work he does for the community and would offer to help out herself - she struggles to be away from her shop, but she'll donate a bit of spare cash when she can and doesn't mind people crashing on her couch if they don't have anywhere else to go.

Jasper: (as an adult) Thinks it's pretty funny that he has the exact same name as their boyfriend, and respects how much philanthropy he does for his community. Also offers an open-invitation for free medical aid to anyone involved with his nonprofit.

Kestrel: Can definitely empathize with trying to become a better person from your past, and would probably connect on... well, probably a much deeper level than Kyle really expected. They don't mean to turn the conversation in that direction so quickly, but it's rare that they find someone who really understands what that feels like, and how much effort it takes to really improve as a person.

Katherine: He reminds her a little of Jace, though that could mostly be the whole good-person-volunteer thing (Jace volunteers at a senior center, sometimes Katherine goes with him to help out). They'd get along well, though she might struggle a bit to learn about how he was in high school, since she was severely tormented and bullied by the same type of people when she was that age.

Quinn: Kind of a blend of annoyance and respect - annoyance for how capital-G Good he seems, at least on first meeting him, but respect for his cause since he really did pick one she can get behind. She'd probably assume he's one of those obnoxious holier-than-thou Mr. Altruism types, but once she actually met him they'd probably get along a little better.

Eris: Similar reaction to Quinn, but a bit more intense - they'd definitely be annoyed by him, no matter how much they might respect his cause (and really, if she's going to respect any noble cause, it'll be that one, since Amazonians are canonically reincarnated victims of domestic abuse). He'd probably scoff and brush it aside, maybe taunt him for being a goody two-shoes or something... but Kyle is surprised when they show up at the shelter that weekend with a huge basket of (possibly stolen?) toiletries, laundry detergent, feminine supplies, pet food, and other much-needed donations. Eris ends up sitting in the corner, passing out supplies and generating a list of names for who to hunt down once they leave. She glares at Kyle when she leaves, warning him not to say a damn word about this, but it seems this particular cause has struck on something awfully close to the heart for them.

Nikoletta: Kyle probably recognizes her behaviors from some of the people in his shelter - the she's been through a lot of trauma and has made herself cold and guarded as a defense mechanism - and Nikoletta gets really uncomfortable at the way he seems to look straight through her. He also offers his help, as tactfully as he can, in case she's in a bad situation and needs to get out. Nik just ducks the questions for as long as she can, but eventually admits that no, she's actually in the most stable home situation she's ever been in, and the wounds he sees are much older. She still avoids any offer of help, she's too proud for that.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #madison douglas #oc quinn/aces #oc kestrel #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #oc katherine johnson #gia pantazis #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux

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whispersafterdusk · 10 months

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Heart of Stone - ch 8

She'd kissed him four days ago; that kiss and the hug were constantly on his mind from the moment he woke up to when he fell asleep. Her acceptance of him almost-but-not-quite having his arm around her had left him wondering before -- THIS seemed like he wasn't just imagining or hoping anymore. He wanted to go talk to her. He desperately wanted to go talk to her.

But she was so, so busy those times when he spotted her in her yard. She wasn't going to the guild for commissions at all either; all of her focus was on the hydrogel, getting the materials and machining pieces and assembling said pieces into larger parts to go together around the condenser. He saw Mi-an over in the yard helping her pretty frequently even though she was much busier now too as all the town's commissions were falling to her to complete while Dawn handled the hydrogel. If he visited her now he'd just be a distraction and Sandrock NEEDED its moisture farm fixed; he prayed she wouldn't think he was avoiding her or that she'd pushed him away but he could not convince himself to go to the workshop -- not right now, not when Sandrock needed her. ((Continued below cut))

Justice had also doubled Unsuur's patrols so he was much busier than before too -- more areas to cover both earlier in the morning and later into the evening. The sheriff was doubling his own shifts as well so he knew he wasn't being unfair about any of it; in fact, Justice was probably putting in even more hours than Unsuur suspected as he still had to plan their response to the geegler threat.

Then the dance off happened; (almost) everyone came together, shared a communal meal, the donated food was quietly and equally distributed, and they all had fun goofing around on the stage (Grace was voted the winner though it wasn't really a competition). Neither Dawn nor Mi-an showed up and Owen made it a point to take them both some dinner after the dancing was over.

The event had pushed both his and Justice's final patrols out into well into the early hours of the morning; Unsuur estimated it was probably closer to 3am when he was making a final round along the tracks and noticed that the lights were still on in Dawn's yard - surely she wasn't also up this late? For an instant he felt a little spark of hope; if she was awake, and no one else was around, and she wasn't too busy... But then again, if she was awake and working THIS late into the night then he definitely shouldn't distract her and cause her to stay up later than needed.

And yet...

He turned and headed toward her yard; maybe a quick stop wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he'd get lucky and she'd be waiting for something to finish... She could be sitting idle while a machine did something, with time that could be spent chatting.

Every machine was in use but he didn't see Dawn among them. At first he thought maybe she was ducked down behind one but after waiting for several minutes he neither saw nor heard (not that he could hear much over the machines) any sign of her. Without knowing much about what was being made or how much oversight the machines needed to complete the parts he wasn't sure if she could leave them running overnight but he supposed it was possible, and with how much she'd been doing lately a part of him did hope she was already tucked into bed, resting. He came into the yard just to be sure though and noticed something in the back where most of the completed parts were arranged in rows.

It was darker back here and he had to put the lights at his back to see without any weird shadows or glares but there between two fence posts in the corner stretched a makeshift hammock made of canvas scraps and spare lengths of chain. Dawn was laying in it, her arms tucked in close and sound asleep, and the closer Unsuur got - the more space he put between him and the loud machines - the more apparent a ticking noise became.

A quick search turned up the source of the ticking: a little tin timer sitting on the top slat of the fence nearby, steadily counting down time. Unsuur looked between it and Dawn; the timer was clearly meant to wake her up for a task and would do so in roughly forty minutes. It was really late, and actually rather chilly -- should he wake her up before then and urge her to go to bed? Would she be mad if he did? He started to reach toward her then pulled his hand back; she looked worn out even asleep. She'd been pushing herself even harder than Yan had been back when she first got here...whatever rest she could squeeze in she deserved, but he didn't see how it could be remotely comfortable sleeping in this chill.

After a moment to consider Unsuur unzipped his jacket and pulled it off, then moved to gently lay it over her while holding his breath and hoping she wouldn't...

She didn't stir at all. Out like a light.

As he didn't want her to wake up and find him staring at her he turned to leave (his arms were already feeling cold by the time he went through the gate) and walked one more time down to Shonash Bridge and back up to main street. Right as his feet hit the bottom-most step that led up to his house he heard a distant, shrill trilling -- the timer at Dawn's was going off.

Man, that thing was loud. Maybe he should get one for himself but in alarm clock form as he was starting to have trouble waking up to the one he had now that he was going to bed much later and getting up earlier. Once inside he kicked his boots and socks off, brushed off the worst of the dust clinging to him, and fell into bed. He had spare jackets to wear tomorrow so he wouldn't be without his uniform and since he'd left that one with Dawn he'd have a good reason to go see her later that he couldn't talk himself out of.

Now he just wished he could talk himself into sleeping; his body was more than ready for some rest but his mind had started to wander again the moment his head hit the pillow. If he was going to have any chance of sleeping tonight he had to get this out of his system somehow...and getting up and going back to Dawn's was out of the question, he told himself firmly. It's way too late, he was way too tired, she's too busy and also probably more exhausted than he was. With all of that in mind, he still really, really...

With a frustrated huff he kicked his covers off and sat up, clicking on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. That kiss had really thrown this crush into...something. Not anything bad or weird, but something he just could not stop thinking about.

He couldn't come up with an answer on how to 'get it out of his system' and the thought of even more physical exertion frankly made him feel a bit nauseous but a few quick exercises to really, really tire himself so he couldn't think at all might work. He padded barefoot over to his set of weights and after sliding ten pounds on either end he settled himself under the bar. Didn't need to do much, just...enough, to push him further to the edge where not even an overactive imagination could hope to keep him awake.

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The next morning came way too quickly (technically it had already been morning when he'd gone to bed) and he felt made of lead as he brushed his hair and tossed back a cup of coffee. His body was too tired to register hunger just yet so he grabbed a canteen of water to take with him (so at the very least he wouldn't be dehydrated) and headed out, then promptly stumbled over something just on the other side of his door.

He quickly realized it was his jacket. It had been folded neatly and left on his doorstep; had Dawn gotten up even earlier than he had to return it? ...had she slept at all? Unsuur grabbed the jacket and slung it into his house and shut the door behind him; he really hoped she'd gotten more rest than whatever she'd managed to sneak in with that hammock.

He'd just stepped onto main street when a distant commotion reached him; lots of faint voices, laughter, some shouts, from...somewhere on the other side of town. As he started jogging up the street the voices grew quieter -- was he moving away from them? He backtracked, then realized he'd technically been getting closer but had put a bunch of buildings between himself and the source of the voices in the process: whatever he was hearing was coming from the direction of the train station. ...from Dawn's, maybe?

Hurrying he soon spotted a group standing in the open area in front of Dawn's gate, clustered around a pair of carts -- Zeke, Hugo, Justice, Pen, and Yan, and Mi-an too, were helping load all those parts onto the carts (well, Yan wasn't, he was just standing there watching), presumably to haul them off to the moisture farm. Had Dawn stayed up all night to finish the hydrogel, then? Unsuur jogged down that way and met Heidi as she came across the tracks toting a big canvas duffle bag that rattled as she walked.

"Morning, Unsuur!"

"Good morning. What's going on?" he asked.

"Hydrogel is all finished and Dawn just needed some helping hands to get everything transported -- I'm lending her some rope and pulleys so we can get it lifted into place for installation."

They walked the rest of the way together and stood at the edge of group, waiting and keeping out of everyone's way. Unsuur could see Dawn at the back corner of her yard, directing and demonstrating how to carry the pieces (probably so no clumsy hands would damage anything). She looked like she could barely stand upright but seemed in good spirits despite her exhaustion.

Most everything had already been loaded up, and Zeke, Hugo, and Mi-an headed off with the first cart. It looked like just a panel and the condenser (back in one piece) was left in the yard, and Pen was slowly hefting the condenser onto a shoulder while grinning cockily at Dawn.

"C'mon - quit showing off and get that last piece over here!" Unsuur heard Justice shout at Pen.

Pen let out a laugh and strutted over to put the condenser onto the cart; Dawn bent to pick up the last panel herself and haul it over, and Unsuur met her at the gate and held out his hands to take it.

She surrendered it with a grateful smile, and as he fumbled for a more secure grip he felt a rough hand on his shoulder pulling him aside and out of the way and Yan swept into the space between him and Dawn.

"Newbie! Knew you had it in you! I've never been so proud!"

Unsuur was pretty sure he saw her eye twitch but she managed to hold a smile on her face.

"It still has to be installed, Yan. I've been over everything six times but there could still be unforeseen problems with-"

"Nonsense!" Yan chuckled. He threw an arm around Dawn and gestured toward the sky with his free hand (his fingertips almost grazed the tip of Unsuur's nose). "You're the finest subordinate I've ever had! Sky's the limit with your skill and my brain-"

"-Yan," Dawn growled through gritted teeth - the smile was gone now. "I've gotten five hours of sleep over the last 36 hours. I am not in the mood to do anything except get the hydrogel installed and then sleep for a week. Get your arm off me."

Yan jumped back, staring at her wide-eyed for a moment before regaining his composure. "I uh, I see - well, newbie, get the job done and we'll celebrate when you're feeling more social, eh?"

Dawn plodded passed him toward the cart. Unsuur followed her a moment later and slid the panel he was carrying in next to two identical ones.

"That's everything," Dawn was saying. "All we need to do now is get it over there and in place."

There were ropes tied to the front of the cart that ended in wooden handles; Pen grabbed one, Justice grabbed another, and Unsuur moved to the front to grab a third. Yan hung back - not that Unsuur expected him to lift a finger - and Heidi walked alongside Dawn as they began to pull the cart along.

They eased it over the tracks and then headed toward the ranch; the usual way to the moisture farm (through the tunnel and down the street to the right) had a set of stairs near the museum. To avoid those Cooper had given them permission to roll the carts through his field which would leave only a few steep hills to contend with but wouldn't require them to unload the cart, carry it down the stairs, and load it again (or try to roll it down the steps but it had been somewhat a hassle just to get it over the two rails, Unsuur couldn't imagine trying to maneuver it down stairs).

Though getting it down that last hill was a little harrowing they finally got it over to the moisture farm where the others were just finishing up unloading their own cart and carrying the pieces through the doorway. They got the empty cart moved in short order and started unloading their own with Dawn, Mi-an, and Heidi going inside with Zeke to start setting up the ropes and pulleys. The hydrogel was a large piece of machinery and had to be installed in the central pillar of the farm, and while there was an open door at the pillar's base Unsuur could spy a big hole about twenty feet above his head -- at least part of this thing was meant to go in there and he didn't see how anyone could have expected Dawn to be able to lift anything this big and heavy up there without some kind of help.

"All right, folks - good hustle this morning! You builders need anything else?" Justice shouted through the open door.

There was a long pause before Mi-an answered. "-I think with just Zeke we can manage. Thank you all so much!"

With a chuckle Justice turned to others. "Well, you heard the lady. Seems like this crisis is just about over and behind us. -- oh, right, nearly forgot. Unsuur, let's duck inside a moment before we head back out."

Unsuur nodded and went to follow him in as Hugo and Pen headed back toward town. The moisture farm's usually overwhelming green and humid smell was barely present but the plants looked mostly ok; he could see some wilted pomato plants in the planters nearest them along with what looked like wheat that appeared to be a lost cause. Justice led them over to where Mi-an and Heidi were securing ropes to the first frame of the hydrogel mount, with Zeke standing nearby with the ends of the ropes in hand ready to pull.

"Where's Dawn at?"

Mi-an pointed up toward the open hole. "In there. She'll have to guide the pieces in and get them bolted down before we can slide the hydrogel into place from below. Since she's the smallest she volunteered for it."

...hadn't Unsuur just seen her at the bottom only moments ago? And she'd climbed up there that fast, as tired as she was. Wow.

"Ha! Well, I guess you two can fill her in when she's back on solid ground," Justice laughed. "I think I've got my plan for those darn geeglers good and ready -- Heidi's already aware of part of it," he added quickly, nodding to her. "But I'll need both you and Dawn to lend a hand. I propose we meet up tomorrow night - I know Dawn's going to need some recovery time after all this - and we can finalize the details and what we're going to need while helping ourselves to a guilt-free dinner now that we know the moisture farm's back in business. And that includes you too, Heidi."

"Thank you, Justice -- though I don't believe for even a second our builders will need me to explain any of the blueprints I've got for them," Heidi replied with a grin.

"You still had a hand in the planning so I'd say you should get to be there for dinner," Justice went on.

Mi-an straightened from the frame and gave the rope nearest her three hard tugs. "Ok, I think we're ready to lift. Zeke?"

She and Heidi stepped back then moved over to stand with Justice and Unsuur, and the four of them watched as Zeke (seemingly effortlessly) pulled on the ropes and hoisted the frame into the air. When it was above their heads Mi-an circled around to where a single rope hung loose from the frame's bottom corner and used that rope to straighten it out and guide it toward the hole.

"-seems like they got this," Justice said after a moment. "Let's get back to business, Unsuur."

"Right," he replied. He followed Justice back toward the doorway, pausing to kick the door stop out of place so it would close properly behind him; before the door shut completely he looked back at the central pillar -- the frame piece was almost entirely into the hole, with no sign of Dawn. Disappointment welled up and he was quick to squash it back down; she was exhausted and needed to rest, and she'd returned his jacket quicker than he'd anticipated. No reason to go see her today.

But, he'd get to have dinner with her and the others tomorrow. That was something to look forward to at least.

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The next day he woke up to a sandstorm. As he stepped out of his house he could tell it wasn't a very nasty one, at least; it brought to mind how the storms had been when he first arrived in Sandrock. They'd been steadily getting worse over time and it felt weird to say to himself 'this one isn't so bad' because it was a sandstorm and nothing about them was ever good, but...well. This one wasn't so bad.

Each time he passed by he stepped into the Civil Corps building both to give himself a breather (his mask blocked the worst of it but there was still a lot of fine dust blowing around) and also check if Justice was there; he hoped this storm wouldn't change their dinner plans. On his third time checking inside he found Justice sprawled in his chair at the main desk, paperwork clenched in one hand as he stared bleary-eyed at it.

He looked up briefly as Unsuur walked in then returned his attention to the papers in hand. "Still blowing, eh?"

"It's not bad. It might clear up soon." Unsuur peeled the sweaty, gritty mask off his face and took several lungfuls of clean air. "Does this change our dinner plans?"

"Sort of - I'm not going to ask Owen to stay open late just for us so Dawn's invited us to her place." He looked up from the paper again. "Speaking of which... You and Dawn, huh?"

Unsuur felt his cheeks go warm. "Me and Dawn what?"

Justice tossed the papers onto the desk and stretched; Unsuur heard several loud pops before he slumped back into the chair.

"You know what I'm getting at."

"If you're asking if we're a couple...we're not."

I wish we were though. It was a conclusion he'd come to after those nights laying in bed thinking things over. A crush only had two possible outcomes and while he'd previously thought he'd be content with either, now... One outcome would be WAY more preferable to the other.

He walked over to the fan they kept on top of one of their filing cabinets and clicked it on; the air wasn't especially cool but it felt a lot cooler than his face did.

"Maybe not now, but it does seem like that's the end goal. Yours and half the dang town," Justice chuckled. "Thought about tossing my proverbial hat in the ring too until I saw you at the Breach coming back from her place - looked like someone'd rang your bell so either you hit your head on the walk over or something else happened before you left and I'm doubting it's the former. She's a sweet gal - go for it, man! See what happens!"

Unsuur lowered his head; the fan was drying out the sweat in his hair and it sent a quick but pleasant shiver down his spine. "...I guess. Yeah. I don't want to screw things up." All those times he kept telling himself to just give it time...one little kiss to the cheek had swept all of that out of his head.

He heard the squeak of the chair as Justice leveraged himself to his feet and swept all of the paperwork into an untidy pile before dropping it into a desk drawer. "Shoot your shot before someone else does, I say. Worst case scenario she says no and you have an awkward couple of weeks until things go back to normal. See you later tonight." He nudged the drawer shut with his knee and pulled his mask back on before stepping back out into the storm.

Unsuur waited a few minutes then turned the fan off and ran a hand through his hair; his fingers got caught up in the tangles and snarls caused from the storm, the fan, and the drying sweat. He didn't have a comb on him so he hoped he'd managed to brush it all back into place with just his hands -- not that it would really matter since he was about to walk back out into the storm again but he felt a bit better afterward.

The storm did seem to be dying down a little as he stepped outside; the winds at least felt lessened, and while there was still a lot of dirt and dust blowing around the bigger particles weren't hammering him quite so badly as he headed up main street.

He passed By the Stairs, then stopped and looked back. Shoot your shot before someone else does, Justice had said. He'd also said the worst thing Dawn could do was say no but that wasn't the whole of it; to Unsuur, the worst thing that could happen was a 'no' along with a ruining of the friendship. They hadn't known one another for very long yet it also felt like he'd known her forever; he'd never truly clicked with someone like this before. Did he want to risk losing that so soon?

As he stood there contemplating Arvio stepped out of the building and onto the porch armed with a feather duster and began to brush away the accumulating sand. Seeing him, and remembering how he'd acted towards Dawn, spurred him toward the stairs.

Arvio turned as Unsuur stepped onto the porch proper. "Good afternoon! Or is it afternoon? It's so hard to tell sometimes when these storms roll in."

"Hi. I need a-" Unsuur paused as the words suddenly caught up in his throat. Was he really going to do this? "A..."

"A...what?" Arvio prompted. "Or do you need a moment to look about? Just browsing to see what catches your eye, hmm?" he laughed, elaborately gesturing to the shelves of goods with the duster still in hand.

"A heart knot," Unsuur finally spit out.

Arvio's eyes widened. "A-a- what?"

"I need a heart knot. Please."

Arvio's hands were now gripping that feather duster hard enough Unsuur was certain it was going to snap in half. "A-ah, oh, um, let me see-"

He could see the knots sitting in a small box on one of the lower shelves; Arvio stepped over and used his heel to kick the box back behind and underneath the shelf.

"Ah, hahah, well, you see, the ones I have are...defective! Yes, defective -- they've been falling apart! You wouldn't want one of those, they've...been sitting so long - not much of a demand for them, you see - it must be dry rot! And because of the low demand for them I don't know when I'll next receive any! I'm sorry! I'll be sure to um...let you know when I do! I'll just throw out these ones and..." he trailed off, trying to look everywhere except at Unsuur.

And all Unsuur could do was stare at him; even with half his face hidden behind a mask Arvio was visibly sweating, nervous. Obviously lying. And right to his face.

After an agonizingly awkward few minutes, Unsuur turned to go down the steps. "...all right. You know where to find me when you get them," he said quietly, looking over his shoulder at the man. It was a struggle to keep the annoyance and hurt out of his tone.

"I'll certainly, um, be by when I get a shipment! B-bye!"

Arvio must have darted back inside the moment Unsuur fully turned his back as he heard the door slam shut before his feet hit main street again. He'd considered Arvio...not quite a friend, but someone who was always friendly and not bad company to stop and talk to. That Arvio liked Dawn too had become very apparent early on but for him to purposely act against someone else...

Well, fine. If he was going to play like that - if he was going to refuse to sell Unsuur a heart knot, then Unsuur just needed something better than the knot.

Though, he didn't know what that would be just yet. It would take some thinking but the thing about all these extra patrols was he had a LOT of time to think and a lot of ground to cover -- ground that he knew had loads of gemstones and minerals to find.

And if there was any advantage he had over Arvio, it was knowing she loved precious stones and rocks.

#Heart of Stone #HoS #Heart of Stone - ch 8 #mtas Unsuur #mtas Justice #mtas Arvio #mtas Heidi #mtas Mi-an #mtas Yan #My Time at Sandrock

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alltimefail-sims · 2 years

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I personally LOVE Tashia and know that she is a sweetheart, but I'd never expect her to be loved by everyone in StrangerVille. Good for her tbh! I just get the vibe that the older generations (I'm looking at you Roswells), would not be very fond of a goth lesbian black woman that does witchcraft. I'm glad to be wrong though, she deserves the world!

You're so sweet, I'm glad you love her ❤. She absolutely does deserve the world!!!

Wellllllllllllll the Roswells are different I will say that lol. Tashia's family has been in Strangerville her whole life, it's a small town and all the older locals watched her (and her siblings) grow up. Tashia always was special though because of how much she loved the town (whereas her siblings weren't so fond of it). Her parents ran the bar in town, and now she runs it, and because the 8-Bit is one of the only successful businesses left in Strangerville, everyone is always there. The locals totally think her style and all that is kind of "out there," but they honestly don't care about the witch stuff - they just care that she's always got a beer on the house for anyone who might be going through a tough time. She's earned a lot of respect, and even the nastiest locals keep their opinions to themselves because they can't deny all the good she does for the community (or deny her unwavering kindness/advocacy for the locals in town who can't advocate for themselves). Her dad is also a millitary veteran, and a lot of Strangerville is composed of vets, so they have respect for her family just through that shared experience! But that doesn't mean she doesn't have to check an asshole from time to time - but she never has to do it alone ❤.

Strangerville as a town, in my story at least, is also a mixed-bag of characters: I actually think Erwin grew up in a less diverse, more judgmental/conservative community than Tashia did! Strangerville is unusual and most of the people there are, too. (This wasn't true when the town was first founded, but it has changed quite a bit over time.)

But she for sure has an enemy or two - Ted Roswell is one, and probably her biggest one. Can't go into too much detail, but yeah... they do not like each other at all!

And then there's just a few older folks who she is indifferent toward and they are indifferent toward her: Meredith Roswell wouldn't be caught dead at the 8-Bit. She would know Tashia's face if she saw her in a crowd and she'd smile at her and make small talk if they happened to see each other in public (like a good politician's wife) but doesn't know her personally. Then there is George Cahill who is a loner that tends to spend most of his time (when he's not at his bunker) at the community center and would find a bar a little overwhelming. George has only ever talked to Tashia when she's donated food or supplies for the center. That said, he thinks she's kind from their limited interactions and doesn't care what she looks like, but he knows nothing about her (he doesn't talk much, so their encounters are always brief haha).

WHEW okay I'll wrap this up: TLDR, Tashia is a truly selfless person and has been such an affluential figure around town that it would be hard for anyone to justify hating her. If she didn't put them in check, some of the locals and regulars at her bar would!

Thank you for this ask! I love people who love Tashia because she deserves all the love and attention ❤❤❤❤

#oh gosh this was soooo long I'm so sorry #but I hope this made sense and explains why she's so loved ❤#I don't get to talk about Tashia nearly enough I could say so much #I love her she is my pixel wife #anyway thank you so much for this ask 💕💕💕💕#tashia moore #strangerville outtakes #atfs ask #alltimefail-sims

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magicbystarlight · 3 years

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One For Sorrow, Two For Joy - Part Eleven

Masterlist, Part One

Part Eleven of Eighteen

Summary: For the last three years, you’ve been working a repetitive Ministry job and wrapped your life around an unhappy relationship. After realizing how empty your life has become, you leave everything behind and stumble across an unlikely job for you - Office Manager for Weaselys’ Wizard Wheezes. There you wish to find something you lost in the war: hope.

Word Count: 2454

Warnings: 18+, Pain from old injuries. Minors DNI.

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The incident at your house wasn't mentioned in the following days. You’d spent far too many nights dreaming of what would have happened if Mrs. Peters hadn't shown up. Would he have kissed you?

Part of you wanted George to bring it up, to confess his love and whisk you off your feet to your happily ever after. But he was silent. That night must have been a fluke, the result of a combination of being alone on Valentine's Day and physical exertion that had your hearts pumping.

He'd also been spending more time with Angelina. Every few days, she'd end up at the shop in Diagon Alley. Sometimes with friends, sometimes alone. George even invited her along to Hogsemede one of the days you were organizing some of the inventory you’d gotten.

The worst part was that you couldn't even dislike her for it. She was kind, thoughtful, funny, and absolutely beautiful. She had also become a friend to you.

The two of you were walking back from a brief lunch at the Leaky Cauldron one chilly February day when you ran into Cho.

She called out your name from further down the street. "Oh, I'm so happy I ran into you! I just talked with George and he was going to tell you, but I really wanted to talk to you in person!" She took a deep, excited breath before continuing, "The Ministry isn't going to decrease funding. In fact, so many people were opposed they've decided to help me expand the program. With the extra funding and the donations that we've gotten, we'll be able to do so much more for the families and kids!"

You hugged each other as she told you the great news. "That's incredible!"

She pulled back, not bothering to wipe the tears that had started streaming from her face. "It's all because of you! If you hadn't told George and he hadn't gone on and talked about it on Lee's show, we wouldn't have gotten the public's attention. We'd have had everything cut, we'd barely be scrapping by."

You wanted to tell her that George was really the one she should be thanking, that it had been his idea entirely, but Chi wasn't done. "And to celebrate, we're going to have a gala! It's going to be at Hogwarts the Saturday before Easter, Minerva already approved. Aberforth and Rosmerta are going to help with the food and drinks. And you are going to be our Guest Speaker!"

"Oh, that's exciting!" Angelina said.

You looked at Cho, very much not excited. "I love the idea of a gala, love it being at Hogwarts. But I- I don't think I can speak at it."

"Why?" they asked in unison.

"Because I'm not exactly great at public speaking for one. I struggled to answer questions in class for years because it made me anxious! I can't imagine speaking to an entire crowd of people without being nauseous." You stomach was already growing queasy. "Besides, what would I even talk about?"

Cho was ready to accept this, looking disappointed, but nodding in understanding. Angelina, however, was not.

"It's a good thing you have me, then! I've probably given dozens of speeches in my life, I can help you with that. Plus, there's this wonderful little potion called a Calming Draught that will take away that dreadful feeling."

This caused Cho to look hopeful once more. "But...I don't even know what I would talk about."

Cho moved in closer, lowering her voice so only the three of us could hear it. "You could talk about your family. All of them. Sarah, too."

"I- I don't know."

Angelina put her arm around me in support. She didn't know the entire story, but she must have recognized that it didn't have a happy ending.

"Just think about it. You went through so much, I think your story deserves to be told. Even I still have nightmares about what I saw and it wasn't nearly as bad. You could really give people hope when they see how far you've been able to go." Cho gave a comforting squeeze of your arm.

You forced a smile. "I'll think about it, okay?"

Two days later, you still hadn't made a decision. To be fair, you didn't have much time to think about it since the Hogsmeade location was opening and that required most of your attention.

George had feared that the shop would flop, but that fear was quickly forgotten as it was swarmed with students the entire day. The profits it made from just the first five hours would cover the cost of the lease for a couple of months. Lewis stopped by shortly before closing to congratulate you on the shop and tell you how it had been the talk of the school. You were left with no doubt that the location would do well.

As you were closing up, the bell at the door alerted to someone entering. "We're closed!" George shouted.

"Even for me?" Ron asked as he came into view with Hermione.

"Especially for you! 'Mione can stay, though."

Ron shot him a glare but ignored him as they joined us at the counter. Hermione gave you a warm hug and Ron nodded in greeting. "We're almost done closing up, as soon as we're done we can head up to the apartment. Mrs. Weasley sent me biscuits yesterday," you offered.

"Mum sent you biscuits and not me?" George asked dramatically.

"It was thanks for the tickets."

"And you didn't share?"

"I'm literally trying to share them right now!"

Hermione cut in before George could rebuttal, "We actually just wanted to stop by to say congratulations and then head off."

"Yeah," Ron added, "we also wanted to see if you were both coming to the Burrow on Monday."

"For what?" Arthur's birthday had been early February, George's wasn't till April, and there weren't any major holidays you could think of that they would be celebrating.

Ron's ears reddened as he mumbled, "My birthday."

"Oh! Of course, I'll be there!"

Ron and Hermione left shortly after, once more congratulating you on the shop opening. As soon as you were sure they were out of sight, you smacked George's arm.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For not telling me it was Ron's birthday!" you scowled as you levitated a box of overstock to a higher shelf.

"Didn't think it was important, you didn't go to Dad's dinner, why'd you go to Ron’s? Not like you're exactly close."

Were men always oblivious or just the ones you happened to be attracted to? "Doesn't matter 'bout going to the dinner! He and Ginny gave me this job, least I could do is send him a present for his birthday! And I was invited to your dad's dinner, by the way, I just couldn't go because I was helping Marietta with something that night. But I did send him a gift." A muggle origami book and origami paper. He sent back a few folded papers that somewhat resembled swans as a thank you.

"Am I going to have to tell you before every Weasley birthday?"

You paused for a moment. "Yes, actually. In fact, let's put them on my calendar right now because I don't trust you to give me proper notice."

You woke early Monday to horrific pain. Your back was burning, leaving you gasping for air. A fight to untangle yourself from the bed ensued, followed by you barely being able to walk as you tried to get to the washroom. One particularly brutal bolt of pain brought you to your knees. You crawled through tears, pulling yourself up on the counter when you finally got to the washroom. Bottles were knocked out of the way as you blindly felt for the jar.

Your fingers finally enclosed around it and you greedily applied the balm on your lower back. It didn't stop the fire, but it dulled it enough to breathe again. Your arms shakily removed your shirt to allow you to cover your back in the balm, leaving only a faint echo of the pain.

You laid on the bathroom floor, too exhausted to try to climb back to bed, and hoped the nightmares would stay away this time.

Light poured through the small window when you woke up again. There was no more pain as you peeled yourself off the floor, not that you expected there to be. The pain never lasted long. After a shower to wash off the balm, you made sure to put the jar in the bedroom. It was stupid to leave it in the bathroom in the first place. Just because it had been over a year since it had happened, didn't mean it would never happen again and you didn't have Cormac to help you anymore.

The clock told you it was early afternoon. You’d spent half of your day off sleeping on a cold tile floor. It wasn't like you had anything planned, but it felt like wasted time. It left you with little to do to distract myself. You couldn't bring yourself to go back to bed, despite still feeling sluggish. There was always the possibility of him being in your dreams and taking the potion you’d made would leave you out for too long. You needed something or someone to distract you so you didn't slip into your paranoia.

Mrs. Weasley! She probably needed help setting up for Ron's birthday or cooking or baking. Or maybe she wanted to talk about meeting Celestina.

Popping outside the Burrow's garden, you could see Mrs. Weasley sitting outside with Fleur. Victoire was running around while Dominique sat on the ground next to her mum chewing on a toy. Fleur was the first to see you and gave a smile and a graceful wave. It was hard to forget that she had veela heritage, her beauty was incomparable.

As soon as Victoire saw me she let out a shriek and ran straight towards you. "She screeched gleefully as she jumped straight into your arms. Despite only meeting you once and a couple of months passing, Victoire talked to you as if you'd been best friends since she was born. She very excitedly told you about her new dress and that she was wearing it for her uncle.

"I'm so glad to see you! Vic has been talking about you since Christmas!" Fleur said with a kiss on your cheek. Victoire nodded happily.

Mrs. Weasley pulled you into a hug, telling you she was happy to see you as well. You explained that you had the day off and had come to help set up for Ron's birthday and was told that Arthur was coming home early to help. Fleur was quick to ask if you wanted to watch Victoire while she went to get the cake, and you agreed equally as fast. When she came back, you offered to keep watching her so Fleur could have a break.

Turns out that toddlers have limitless energy. And you do not. The little girl ran circles around you for over two hours and still didn't need to rest. "How about we play princesses?" you offered, hoping it meant you wouldn't have to run, climb, or jump for a few minutes.

"Mmmmm, okay. But I want to be a king!" she said.

You nodded along, "Okay, that I can do." You pulled out your wand and grabbed the closest stick. She squealed in delight as the stick turned into a crown that you placed gently on her head. "Wow! You look incredible with a crown, like you were born for it! Are you sure you're not a king already?"

"No!" she giggled, her blonde curls bouncing around her. You grabbed one of the hanging sheets from the clothesline, hoping Mrs. Weasley wouldn't mind, and transfigured it into a royal cloak for Victoire. She was in heaven.

You didn't get the rest you had hoped for as she decided that you needed to learn how to dance her dance. Not being able to deny the request of the most adorable king you'd ever seen, you followed all of her steps. Right in the middle of you doing a very poor version of her dance, she suddenly let out another squeal.

"GEORGIE!"

Maybe it should have been expected that he would arrive at the most embarrassing moment possible. He stood there, red in the face, lips tight from holding in his laugh.

"Hello, princess!" he greeted her.

She crossed her arms and pouted. "I'm a king!"

"Of course you are!" he said. He picked her up, asking what she had been making you do. "Dancing?" he asked. His smirk told you that your dancing had been not so great.

"Can you dance with me, Georgie?" she asked him.

He obliged happily, carrying her through a very over-the-top waltz that left the two of you in tears.

Arthur came along shortly after and Victoire's attention went to her grandpa. He carried her inside, leaving you and George alone. You spent several minutes playfully mocking each other before joining the others. Mrs. Weasley's lips twitched into a very subtle smile when she saw the two of you walk in.

Dinner was a fun time, just like every event with the Weasleys. Dominique sat in your lap and Victoire in George's as you enjoyed the cake, everyone talking to each other. Dominique smiled up at you, showing the two front teeth that had recently come in after you gave her a small bite of cake (with her parents' permission of course).

"So have you set a date, yet?" Mrs. Weasley asked Audrey.

"Not yet. We're still trying to decide between venues."

Victoire, who had been walking George through the steps of braiding her hair, looked up at her uncle and asked, "When are you getting married?"

He smiled down at her. "When I find someone I want to marry."

She looked thoughtful for a moment before pointing to you. "You should marry her."

You nearly choked on pumpkin juice while several members of the family suddenly began to talk very loudly to each other. George, looking amused, asked her why.

"Because I like her," she replied simply. She was completely unfazed by the chaos she had caused and continued to eat her cake.

Ginny took her attention, talking about how some of the players for the Harpies had been asking about her. Once everyone else eased back into conversation, George leaned over and asked, "So what kind of ring do you prefer? Diamond or a different precious stone?"

You hoped your laugh didn't sound as forced as it was. "Ruby, of course!"

#george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley fanfiction #george wealsey x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley #george weasley x ravenclaw!reader #weasley wizard wheezes #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x fem

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fillycolt · 2 years

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you dont have $3k of 'necessities' expenses that doesnt include housing. just say youre e-begging for a new pokemon game

she'd been taking from our savings since november. we need to buy everything for the household that isnt food specifically for her mother and brother. we also have 3 "exotic" pets (a ball python and two guinea pigs) which means the cost of their care is higher than a cat or a dog, and they eat a lot. because i thought we weren't taking from our savings and thought she was consistently getting donations and help from her family (which she was not), there was ONE instance in which we bought about $80 worth of collectable figurines and one time she paid for a couple fancy sodas i wanted (came to about $10) because i wouldn't be able to go back to the store after i got paid. if i had known we were in a situation where she felt she had to not only take from our savings but lie to me about it for four months, i would not have let her buy those things.

edit: not to mention, i went through two surgeries in this time where i needed expensive meal replacement drinks and more pain meds than we usually have to buy. i also need to take several vitamins every day and supplement my sleeping medication with melatonin, and she takes cbd. none of this is cheap.

also, the actual amount (i did not lie, i was having a breakdown over learning my partner had lied to me; see notes of the post for more) was closer to $2500, which is canadian dollars. our money is worth less than usd, in which it would be about $1900.

you've probably blocked me, so this isn't really me answering you, but for anyone else thinking this, i hope this helps.

as for the pokemon game, i don't know if you know this but it's not gonna be $3000. (real answer: i'm interested in buying it, but waiting both until i see people have played it so i know if i actually want it, and waiting until this mess is cleared up and i can save my own money to buy it)

#ask

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For all of intelligence how about 24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

They all definitely care, but in different ways! And I'm including Trudy in this because I love her too much.

Jay's really interested in physics. It started as a necessity in the Rangers, he needed to be able to calculate trajectories for sniper fire. But since he got home he's actually been really interested. He took a couple of night classes when he was in patrol and had a more regular work pattern. Even now he'll fall down a youtube rabbit hole every few weeks, and he's got his favourite youtubers who talk about it.

Hailey's a history nerd. Particularly Greek history - ask her to recite Greek royalty. She can reel off every Greek King - and their wives - from 1863. Ancient Greek stuff doesn't really interest her, she's more interested in the Greek Junta and the first and second Hellenic Republics.

Kevin has a big interest in gardening and plants. If he had more time he'd grow most of his own veggies, but instead he grows mostly lettuce and spinach because they don't need a lot of mothering. Every summer and fall he donates all the extras to a local food bank, and it just encourages him to grow more the following year.

Kim's an AV geek. It's part of why she became a flight attendant while she was waiting to be old enough to join CPD. The only person who knows is Adam, but on a free Saturday she's been known to drive down to O'Hare to go planespotting. She's got a list of planes she'd love to fly on before they get retired, but hasn't taken a vacation in years so isn't sure it'll happen. One of the biggest things she misses about being a flight attendant is talking to the pilots and getting an insight into everything that happens that people aren't aware about.

Adam is a sports nut. I mean, we knew that, but he has an amazing ability to know every single thing about the Cubs ever. As much as he wanted to hate Peter Stone for investigating Kim before, he was starry eyed in private at the ex pitcher being in his workplace. He can ramble off any stats you ask about the Cubs, and if you name a game that's happened since he was about ten, he can probably tell you if it was at Wrigley or not, what the final score was, and if it went over nine innings or not.

Trudy's musical knowledge is unparalleled. Like literally, nobody can match it. She remembers musical notes like anything. You know how if you play a G chord to a bunch of 20-something former emo kids they'll start singing the piano part to Welcome To The Black Parade? Trudy will do that for nearly any song she's ever heard more than once. Whenever some lawsuit about a popular singer stealing music from someone else comes out she rants about how no music is exactly unique. She's also a big Taylor Swift fan but will deny it till her dying day. She loves Taylor's musical abilities.

Hank's a true crime buff. He says it's because of his job, he likes learning about how criminals get caught. And that's mostly true, to be fair. But it's also to stop another Al incident from ever happening again.

#cíara answers #that went longer than intended #BUT I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THIS

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queer-as-used-by-tolkien · 3 years

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Lemons & Streets for Tiffany?

Ooh, thanks for the ask! That's ten questions XD. I'll try to answer all of them!

~oOoOo~

L: Lemons

1. What is their favorite fruit?

Apples! They were always cheapest at the market because they were grown locally - or at least more local than any of the other miscellaneous snacks that were available. The orchard was literally right outside the walls of Divinity's Reach, and once upon a time when Shaemoor was being attacked by centaurs, Tiffany Soulstrider fought because she'd appreciated the apples all growing up, and even though she'd visited the orchard itself maybe once in her life, she also knew how much Farmer Eda cared about her apple orchard.

2. What is their least favorite fruit?

Grapes. This is very strange because she was primarily raised by Andrew and Petra at the Merchant's Coin Tavern, and we all know wine is just grape juice left out for ages. But this is exactly why Tiffany hates them: the reason she'd give if you asked would be that she's just over them - she's grown up tasting grapes and she just hates them now. And that's true, but the real reason is that they remind her of growing up in the tavern. Andrew and Petra never really liked her, and her whole childhood was spent hoping for things that never came. (That's a little cryptic but her backstory is COMPLICATED and I won't get into it here.) She finally left when her half-sister, Deborah, was killed by centaurs. That place has never had fond memories for her, and the taste of grapes brings it all back.

3. Are there any foods they hate?

Oops, I just answered that! But how about this: anything leafy and green. Especially salad.

One time Andrew joked (rather mean-spiritedly) that she was eating salad, wasn't her father also a salad, Tiffany's part-salad, what does that - ?

Soulstrider was young and impressionable and she's been afraid of eating salad ever since. Also it doesn't taste that great. To this day, however, if she ever talks about her real reasons for disliking salad, even sylvari will look at her strangely and point out that she eats meat just fine.

4. Do they have any food intolerance?

My answer is no. But also keep in mind this is the Commander we're talking about. The closest answer would be that toxin-cured hog from Maguuma, that's probably the only thing she's ever... uh... had difficulty keeping down, if you know what I mean. ;)

5. What is their favorite food?

After some thought, I have to warn you: this is the Commander we're talking about. Her favorite food is hard military ration. It's quick, nutritious, convenient, cheap, easy to store and carry, and she's acquired the taste. It's less that she likes the taste - she's okay with it and she's used to it, but it's bland and neutral - and more that she doesn't want to be bogged down carrying food half the time. She does appreciate normal meals when she can get them, of course (say, at victory celebrations), and she does have particular foods she enjoys (as noted above), but overall she prefers the dependable military ration.

S: Streets

1. Are they street-smart?

Not very. She's picked up a few tips here and there, just from her adventurous lifestyle and all the people she's met (Whispers agents, Marjory, Agent Kito, I bet Koss would be a legend on the streets, etc) but it's not something she'd be particularly good at without practice. Illusions, hiding, disguise - she can do those things fairly well, but those are just tools and real street-smarts are different, I think.

2. Would they give money to someone on the streets?

Firstly, you know she doesn't actually have that much coin. What? Did you think she genuinely looted the corpses of everyone she killed like in-game?

But when she decides to give money, it's less to individuals on the street and more as a donation to an organization - sometimes charities, but also just as often groups who are fighting the dragons. A lot of her funds go into that. She tries not to create conflict of interest, but that could get difficult given her position and at some point she stopped caring. If they need the donation they get it, and if they want to help her with something in return later, well, at that point she also probably needs it.

3. Have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

Well, if you don't count the time there was that one Awakened, Lonai I believe her name was, and during the fight they got ported to Divinity's Reach - no? Fine. She had to deal with bullies growing up because of her skin markings (and even her given name, Tiffany), but she also always had her companion, Beorn, with her. Even a tough street thug won't attack a little girl with a bear at her side.

4. Has anything happened to them on the streets?

Well, I mean... not really? WELL EXCEPT.

Except for the time she met Laranthir in Divinity's Reach. She was Seraph at the time, and, along with her sister, was the last of the Screaming Falcons and was one of Logan's most trusted soldiers and was in and out of the throne room all the time and on good terms with Countess Anise as well. Anyway, Laranthir approached her, knew her name, and requested an audience Queen Jennah as an emissary of the Vigil. Tiffany Soulstrider was barely on-duty at the time, but the queen canonically has a policy of being welcome to visitors, so Soulstrider basically shrugged and said "sure."

5. Are they cautious when out?

The Commander? No, not really. Before she was the Commander, of course, before she'd begun training to fight, she was cautious, but she was also young back then and still had to deal with the bullies who lived around the corner, as well as any random stranger who wanted to pick on her for her markings.

~oOoOo~

I hope this was informative! I tried to keep my answers shortish given the number of questions.

Thanks for the ask! and don't hesitate to ask some more if some of my explanations aroused curiosity XD

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