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siilvan · 9 months

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bloodsport – I

prologue | next

characters: vladimir makarov

summary: day one of your imprisonment brings you face-to-face with the enemy.

genre: angst, slowburn, enemies to ?, fem!reader (callsign: petra, no desc.)

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, canon-typical violence, minor descriptions of blood/injuries, light manipulation?, makarov fucks w/ reader's head (╯д╰)

word count: 3.3k

note: listened to makarov’s voice reveal while writing this and felt my brain chemistry change immediately <3

the first thing you notice after waking up is how uncomfortable the bed you're sleeping on is. the mattress is thin and bare, sitting low to the ground on a wrought iron frame that had seen better days. your body aches, muscles burning and begging for reprieve as you pull yourself up to sit. you carefully swing your legs over the edge of the bed and wince from the effort.

you're not in a hospital, not even a temporary clinic set up for emergency treatment. the walls are made up of weathered stone and brick, akin to an old prison built to withstand a siege, and the iron bars across the room confirm your suspicions.

you've been captured.

the air surrounding you seems to grow thicker, heavier, threatening to steal the oxygen straight from your lungs. during your career, you've dealt with a great number of challenges: being shot, stabbed, abandoned, betrayed, and even nearly killed. you've been captured as well, but only for planned operations. torture was never a threat.

several parts of your body are neatly wrapped in surprisingly clean bandages, reminding you of the incident that led to your capture. the missile, konni's presence in the city, makarov. did he take the sergeants captive, as well? are they here with you?

you force yourself to stand and try to ignore your knees almost buckling as you cross the room, heading towards the door. a glance through the bars provides little information - the cell across from yours is empty, and the only sound you can make out is meaningless chatter between the guards patrolling the hall. they're speaking in russian, preventing you from eavesdropping on their conversations. it's probably nothing important, anyway. while searching, you start to consider the worst case scenario.

soap and gaz may not be here. they could be lying dead in the sand, either killed by their wounds or by the enemy.

you shake your head and step back into the middle of the room, not even daring to entertain that train of thought any longer. you can't afford to doubt your team at a time like this. they're alive, either in cells of their own or recovering somewhere else.

the voices in the hall suddenly go quiet. they're soon replaced by footsteps, languid yet purposeful, expensive shoes padding against the stone floor and steadily drawing closer. your eyes stay glued to the door, unmoving from it despite your instincts telling you to run. you have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. your only option is to face the person approaching directly.

advice from your team swims through your mind. although the sergeants have never been locked up and tortured, price and ghost have. you can remember price's stories clear as day, as if he told them only yesterday. ghost was more private about his experiences, but after las almas, he slowly began to open up about his past. the two echoed the same advice to the sergeants and yourself.

do whatever is necessary to make it out alive.

you squeeze your eyes shut and inhale deeply, attempting to calm your buzzing nerves and racing heart. panic will do you no good in this situation. when you open your eyes, you're immediately greeted by one of the guards - a man in black clothing and gear, his face obscured, unlocking the door at the far end of the room. he steps away a second later, leaving you staring at the man you dreaded meeting through the bars.

his gaze is trained on you, dark eyes burning holes into your skin, rendering you immobile. you try to maintain a confident demeanor nonetheless, refusing to give him the satisfaction of intimidating you.

"turn around," he says, his voice flat as he gives you the simple command. "hands on the wall."

you hesitate, pride briefly overtaking your rational senses. after a short-lived staring contest, however, you silently concede and turn to face the wall. you press your palms to the cold stone and listen as the door creaks open and shut. gloved hands wrap around your wrists shortly thereafter and pull your arms backwards, forcing them behind your back. cold metal replaces his touch and binds your wrists.

"seems a bit excessive, don't you think?" you ask. your voice wavers just slightly, hoarse from lack of use. "i'm already out of commission, thanks to these injuries."

he gives you no response, though you catch a glimpse of his apathetic expression when he reaches past you to grab a metal chair that rests in the corner of the room. it scrapes across the floor as he drags it away, and you turn once more to watch as he sets it down a few feet from the side of the bed.

"sit down." he looks at you and motions to the bed. you wordlessly follow the order and stumble forward before settling on the edge of the mattress, hands clenched into tight fists. he sits on the chair across from you and leans back, looking completely at ease while taking in your current appearance.

"do you know who i am?" he speaks again, eyes flicking back up to meet yours. you feel like a prey animal locking eyes with a predator, waiting for them to tear you apart. you don't dare to look away.

"makarov." the name leaves your lips in a low murmur. "leader of the ultranationalists. konni's commander. the 'world's biggest threat,' according to some. i've heard plenty about you." you stiffen as the edge of his mouth twitches, an eerie smile playing on his lips.

"i'm sure captain price had a great deal to say, lieutenant." he folds his hands in his lap, nodding towards your bandaged body. you're still in your uniform, albeit without your dirty and damaged outer layers, and your gear is long gone. you feel vulnerable under his gaze. "my men found you in quite an... unfortunate state. i must admit that i'm impressed. surviving a direct missile strike is no small feat."

"where is my team?" you demand, fighting against the restraints. they don't loosen in the slightest, of course, and makarov merely tilts his head to the side at your struggle. "there were two men with me. where are they? what did you do with them?"

he blinks at you, refusing to respond. you open your mouth to repeat the question, before he interrupts you. "they didn't put up much of a fight. it was disappointing, really." his hands unfold and he shifts in the chair, chuckling to himself. "i expected more from price's so-called 'elite task force.'"

his comment pulls an involuntary gasp from you, a stuttering breath falling from your lips. "they didn't... you killed them?" you ask, voice dropping to a near-whisper. it can't be true. soap, gaz– surely they're still alive. they have to be.

"i never said that," he replies, shaking his head in a low-effort attempt to placate you. "whether your teammates still live is not my concern. my men left them to their own fates."

your eyes narrow, though your shoulders slump just a little at his answer. they could still be alive. "what is your concern, then? i doubt you've taken me captive just to talk." you remark, racking your brain for any reason why he'd take you over the rest of the team. convenience, perhaps? you were defenseless, and of the options readily available, you held the highest rank.

"nothing gets past you, does it, lieutenant?" makarov leans forward, prompting you to sit up straighter in order to keep a comfortable distance. his voice lowers, as if he was hiding his next words from any curious souls just outside the room. "i think we can help each other. i have information that you need, and your allies have the resources to take care of a constant thorn in my side."

"are you saying we have a common enemy?"

he nods, reaching into his pocket. "it appears we do." he pauses, pulling out a cellphone and scrolling for a moment before turning it towards you. you lean closer, studying the image on the screen as he continues. "this should look familiar to you."

you furrow your brow at the blurry picture, but the subject still stands out. it was a man laying dead on the ground, wearing combat fatigues that looked out-of-date, surrounded by several corpses dressed in similar, yet mismatched uniforms. their bodies have no visible identification, reminding you of the americans you encountered working with konni and al-qatala.

"i remember them. we thought they were random mercenaries hired by your men," you say, shifting your focus back to makarov. "i take it they're not working for you?"

"the men you encountered were not mercenaries. they worked for a man, not a company. your team knows their employer well." he pauses long enough for you to nod your head, urging him to speak. the satisfied smile that briefly crosses his face is enough to make your blood boil beneath your skin - he's enjoying making you beg for information. "the american general. shepherd, was it?"

"what?"

"did you really believe that you could trust him, petra?" he asks with a quirked brow. hearing him utter your callsign in such a casual tone only serves to make you feel hotter, practically burning with rage; at shepherd or makarov, you're not sure.

the situation doesn't make any sense. why would shadow company launch a war with konni, only to ally with them in secret? based on the intel that laswell gathered during your time in las almas, about shadow company losing the missiles to the group, shepherd should want to burn the organization, not assist it. you frantically search for an answer, but come up with nothing. grudgingly, you look to the man sitting in front of you.

"tell me more." you mutter, managing to subdue your anger for the time being.

instead of elaborating, he stands from the chair. you watch him cross the room and stop in front of the door, casting a glance in your direction. "we can discuss the details in due time. for now, come."

you stare at him, confused, before rising to your feet and following him. he leaves the cell and starts down the hallway with you in tow, doing your best to keep pace as the momentarily forgotten pain quickly settles in again. a pair of guards follow the two of you from a small distance, close enough to intervene in an emergency but far enough to not indulge in your discussion.

if you can even call this a "discussion." a madman and his captive audience is a more accurate description.

you try to take in your surroundings. the corridors greatly resemble the cell you were in, dark stone and brick walls that looked in dire need of repairs. the barred windows you pass look out onto different fields, courtyards turned into vehicle and weapon storage. you have to restrain yourself from gawking when you see a small collection of tanks in one area, accompanied by smaller APCs scattered about.

makarov has a small army that somehow slipped under your radars. you're well aware of konni and his affiliation with other powerful groups, but you've always assumed they were disorganized, using guerilla tactics and thrifted gear. this is something else entirely, you think. he's preparing for war.

you hear a soft rumbling in the distance. at first, you mistake it for one of the vehicles, until the sound disappears. it reappears seconds later, and you quickly realize that it's thunder.

"petra," he addresses you suddenly, drawing your attention. "tell me, do you consider yourself a good person?"

your brows knit together at the question. it feels out of place, and you wonder for a moment if you misheard him. your step falters, causing one of the guards to grumble something about "keeping up" until you catch up again. "i, uh– i guess i do, yeah. what are you getting at?"

there's a storm approaching, the thunder sounding closer now. the sky grows dark as grey clouds begin to form and block out the sun, casting shadows across the exterior grounds. it's a melancholic scene, although fitting considering your circumstances. you reach a set of doors that another pair of guards pull open, allowing you to step outside.

a cold breeze sweeps past you almost instantly, forcing a shiver down your spine as goosebumps rise to the surface of your exposed skin. makarov says something to the guards that you don't quite catch and the doors shut behind you, leaving you alone with him. you're standing on a small balcony overlooking a bustling area full of soldiers and mercenaries alike, training and organizing their forces.

"you consider yourself good, even though you're responsible for innocent lives being lost?" he remarks, stepping towards the balcony's edge and placing his hands atop the stone ledge.

"innocent lives– you are the one responsible for that!" you exclaim, striding across the balcony and glaring daggers at his profile. "my job is to save people, and that's what i do. i've spent years hunting down threats just like you with the sole purpose of making the world safer for the innocents!"

he turns to face you with the same apathetic expression as earlier, when he first entered your cell. he doesn't look at all affected by your words, dark eyes staring straight through you. if you didn't know better, you'd think he was seeing into your very soul. his response - or rather, the lack thereof - is enough to make you go quiet. a beat of silence passes between you, only broken by the encroaching thunder and sounds of his soldiers training in the field below.

"what of the missiles used by your allies? the ones that they lost." he mutters, earning an exasperated sigh from you.

"you mean the missiles that your men killed them for?" you flex your hands in the restraints and shake your head. "i'm not allied with the shadows or their commander, but even if i was, those missiles were going to a good cause."

"and, where were they going?"

your eyes flit from his own, focusing on the distant horizon. you can tell exactly where he's going with this line of questioning, but the frustration continues to build up inside of you.

"if i had to guess, they were probably heading straight for your doorstep." you grumble, shifting from one foot to the other. standing for so long is nothing short of agonizing, given your current state.

he clicks his tongue, making a 'tsk' sound at your reply. "you cannot claim to be fighting for a good cause, if said cause considers civilians another price of war." makarov huffs. from the corner of your eye, you can see his gaze still firmly locked on you. "the lives that you save will never outweigh the damage you've done. they'll never cleanse your hands of the blood that stains them. every time your allies fire off a missile to kill someone like me, so, too, are they killing innocent–"

"you're one to fucking talk–"

the words tumble from your lips as your back is slammed into the wall, your skull knocking against the stone from the force. you wince, eyes temporarily falling out of focus and head spinning from yet another injury. makarov leans in dangerously close, one of his hands wrapped around your throat uncomfortably tight, restricting your airflow. you can still breathe, but just barely, sucking in short gasps of air.

"watch your mouth."

the warning is a low growl next to your ear, his voice dripping with such an intense venom that it makes your skin crawl. you try to nod your head despite his hold, finding it impossible to form any words with your lack of oxygen. your brain is firing off warning signals, desperate pleas to eliminate or escape the threat in front of you.

after a couple seconds, his grip loosens, allowing you to fully inhale and exhale, chest heaving with each ragged breath. he's still standing unbearably close, enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. it's an unwelcomed reprieve from the damp breeze that makes your weary bones ache.

finally, he releases you and steps back, giving you space to come down from your brief adrenaline rush. you blink away any remaining disorientation and fix your gaze on him, sinking down on your heels and slumping against the wall.

he looks completely calm - a stark contrast to his demeanor from just moments ago. an uneasy feeling settles in your stomach as you watch him collect himself, fixing the rolled cuffs of his dress shirt and straightening his suit jacket.

"you wanted to know more about general shepherd." he mutters, eyes finding yours and holding your gaze. you worry the inside of your cheek and nod in return.

"the men working for him are not mercenaries, nor are they from any private military group. they're ex-soldiers." he begins, crossing his arms behind his back. "operatives from the CIA, to be precise. he has attempted to send several men undercover, and he's failed every single time. once discovered, they are... taken care of."

you lower your head and squint, struggling to follow. "i understand sending one man undercover, but why more? what is he trying to accomplish?"

"come on, you can figure that one out."

you want to sneer at the condescending tone, but instead you close your eyes and try to think. shepherd is still in the wind after las almas, and the only person that has a chance of knowing his location is graves. judging by the latter's cooperation with urzikstan, however, you can safely assume that shepherd is lacking in resources.

"he's attempting to start a war. reestablish himself and shadow company as an invaluable military asset," you mumble to yourself, suddenly feeling apprehensive about revealing this to the man in front of you. "if he can prove his worth, he can find forgiveness for his crimes. he'll try to use his position to pin it on the one-four-one, too."

"very clever, petra. i'm impressed." he chuckles at the glare you shoot his way, clearly annoyed with his praise.

you bite your tongue and push yourself off the wall. "i need to relay this to my team as soon as possible. shepherd can't be left to his own devices." you roll your shoulders back and mentally prepare for the uphill battle that the you'll be facing. the one-four-one's relationship with shadow company is already fragile, and you're left to ponder if graves knows about this plan. he could very well be involved.

"no need to fret over that. i have people for matters such as this."

makarov saunters across the balcony and places his hand on the door handle. you narrow your eyes at him, confusion plainly written on your expression.

"i thought you said we could help each other."

"haven't we?" he asks, swinging the door open. "ah, i can see what that pretty little mind of yours is struggling to understand. you believed i was going to let you go, didn't you?"

a bright flash emerges from the storm clouds blanketing the sky, illuminating the crooked grin on his face. you stumble towards him, fatigued body threatening to collapse under its own weight. you should have known better, you shouldn't have trusted that the situation would end in your favor.

"you– you fucking asshole–"

before you can lunge at him, use the last of your strength to do something, the guards from before appear in the doorway and restrain you. their hands dig into your skin, aggravating fresh wounds and setting your sensitive nerves ablaze, ripping a pathetic pained whimper from your lips.

"as much as i would love to stay and indulge myself," makarov starts, stepping aside to allow the guards to force you back inside the stronghold. "i have somewhere i need to be. as do you."

"go fuck yourself–!" you snap, fighting the guards in a last-ditch effort to free yourself. as they drag you down the hall, back to the prison cell you had already grown to hate, he keeps his gaze on you.

"i look forward to getting better acquainted with you, lieutenant."

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storm-priestess · 2 years

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▪°•○♡ DETAILS ON YOUR NEXT ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP ♡○•°▪

(all pictures taken from weheartit)

○ Pile 1 ○

this person challenges you career-wise, as well as regarding your self worth

they will make you question why you let others treat you like shit, most likely at work, school, or in friendships

I'm getting that they give you pep talks, hype you up and remind you that you deserve to be respected and loved

very power couple vibes, albeit not super romantic, there's a lot of affection here

they'll support you through all the late nights stuck at the library or working overtime, cheering you on

this is extremely sweet :')

they like sending you messages when you're apart, letting you know that they're thinking of you <3

I can't get over how powerful this is, they truly help you see your inner light. whether this relationship lasts or not, you'll carry their influence with you forever and will never regret the time you spent with them, if only bc they helped you climb out of a dark space

they really, really care about your well-being, almost forcefully

VERY mulan and li shang vibe, although I get the sense you're a bit more nervous and self critical than mulan was in the movie

they're just so invested in you knowing your worth, it's beautiful

○ Pile 2 ○

whirlwind romance vibe, but I feel like your intentions are a bit mismatched. one of you is more interested in the romance and intrigue of it all, the other just a fun time

this could be on-and-off again, with one of you clinging onto the relationship a bit more emotionally than the other

a tendency to cling onto the other, trying to coerce them into putting more of themselves into the connection

regardless, this is a really fun time you guys have

towards the end things may get a little messy, but alongside the bomb sex the spontaneity permeates the rest of the relationship and you guys genuinely enjoy one another's company

I feel like it starts rather abruptly, and hinges on physical attraction to get the ball rolling. then you start texting, meeting up for casual dates/sex, etc, and then one of you catches a bit more intense feelings… (the other is still invested, just maybe not as… obsessed might be too strong of a word, but you get what I mean)

it does seem a bit unbalanced, but if you're honest about what you want out of the relationship you have a stronger chance of getting it. I do see evidence of effort coming from both sides to keep the relationship going, so hopefully you guys can find a peaceful balance that satisfies both of your needs

○ Pile 3 ○

this feels very different from the first two piles… I think this is more for just one person, or a small group of you. it feels like a personal reading

you're the enigmatic one in your friend group. you do what you want to do and are so charismatic that others follow you (not in a cultish way lol, they just love the fun that you incite. it's very sweet)

you've recently moved on from an ex or a crush that you pursued and their rejection bruised your ego a bit. you've just about recollected the rest of your diminished spark and are setting out anew, possibly determined to focus on yourself from now on

but you're met with a bunch of options… you've gained a lot of romantic attention and people are starting to come forward, or at least flirt a lil bit, shoot their shot, slide into dms, whatever

you're just focusing on your friends for now tho, no intentions of jumping right into a romantic relationship….

but it finds you. you don't even have to try

some of you… may realize things about your sexuality. you're attracted to a wider variety of people. that, and/or one of your close friends starts to look mighty interesting…

this is a deep connection. not just a fling or a gateway into discovering the depth of your sexuality, but a really beautiful pairing that means a lot to both of you

you might be at a party and drunkenly kiss your friend, only to laugh about it and carry on

but it becomes less funny later on

you won't be able to stop thinking about it

either that, or you're just hanging out with your friends and have a realization

regardless, this catches you completely off guard

this is really, really special

there's a lot more under the surface here, but it's not for me to convey. things are meant to unfold naturally from here on out. you also probably won't be able to get anymore information on this from other sources (pacs, youtube vids, etc). it feels a bit like the universe is wiping the dirt off their hands and being like 'there. I told you. figure the rest out yourself.'

take it one day at a time guys <3 everything will work out fine

#pac reading #tarot pac #pick a card #pickacard #romance #romantic relationship #love relationship #next love relationship #next relationship #general pac #hope you guys are doing well! <3 #enjoy :)

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broke-art · 1 year

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Red Son x hostage reader

"Not eating will only make you weaker, peasant girl." Red Son challenged folding his arms.

You turned away stubbornly. For all you knew he had poisoned the food. And it didn't matter anyway. You'd missed meals before.

"You've got to be kidding me. This is the third meal you've refused. You're going to kill yourself."

You shot him a cold glare over your shoulder then turned away once again.

"Atleast answer me, dang it!"

You refused to even turn this time. Red Son had kidnapped you, to lure your cousin Mei and your mutual friend M.k into a trap.

Yet, Something was odd about it. From what you could tell, he hadn't sent a ransom to your father or, far more likely, your uncle. And he was being rather generous. Fretting over your refusal to eat being only one of the many oddities at play.

Still, you held your tongue. Hoping perhaps your silence would urge him to give you some type of understanding as to why he had taken you.

Mei had been right there! Her father was far wealthier, M.k and her were closer, and you and Tang had a running bet to see when Red Son would finally tell Mei he had a crush on her. So why take you?

"Fine!" Red son snapped suddenly.

His outburst made you flinch slightly.

"You sit here and be stubborn. I am going to handle that nuisance of a 'hero'."

Red son slammed the door behind him with a growl and marched to his room. Slamming his door with just as much force, he glared at it a moment before he deflated.

This was not the way to get into y/n's good graces. And yet he couldn't find any better ideas. And that wretched Noodle boy was supposed to have come for her by now! And he hadn't. Had he miscalculated?

No. The noodle boy was too 'heroic' to simply leave y/n to any villain's mercy. Although heaven knew 'mercy' she would hardly require from him. A simple smile would crack his resolve.

Red son groaned burying his face in his hands. His mother had been right. He was like his father. Soft for his intended.

But y/n wasn't his intended. Atleast not anymore. Red son's mind wandered back to the day he learned of his betrothal and this whole situation has escalated out of control.

"My what?! M-mother, you can't be serious." Red son stammered following Princess Iron Fan to the dining table.

"I'm perfectly serious, Red son." Princess Iron fan responded cooly taking her designated seat. "You know very well my options were, at best, limited after your father was taken from us." She explained massaging her brow. "A betrothal seemed....promising to your future. And the family was a close friend of your father and I. When they had a daughter.... Well the timing was almost perfect."

Red son took his seat mutely a concerned frown tugging at his lips.

"And when you two became friends in your early childhood, I thought perhaps it could blossom into...more." Princess Iron fan shot him a knowing look.

Red Son's cheeks burned and he stiffened in his seat.

"Mother....you don't mean-"

Princess Iron Fan nodded.

"I mean y/n l/n. She seemed a good match for you. Don't think I didn't notice how often you attempted to impress her." Princess Iron Fan's lips curled up into a smirk on one side.

Red son flinched slightly in his seat.

"That was a long time ago, mother!"

Her smirk fell with the reminder and Red Son felt a pinch of guilt as she nodded.

"Well yes...it was. And now that you are old enough, and you have brought your father back to us-" A small gleam of pride shone in her eyes, causing Red Son to sit a little straighter. "I see no reason to hold you to the agreement."

Relief flooded Red Son's chest. And he sighed.

"However,"

His relief was cut short with that one simple word.

"We demons have contracts, Red Son. Betrothals between us are... Not easily broken. Fortunately, I instated a clause that would allow you to break the betrothal on the condition you inform the intended and her family yourself."

Red son's shoulders eased some. That wouldn't be too difficult. Right? They were friends of his parents after all. Of course they would be understanding. And y/n....well he hadn't seen her in years. Surely, his little crush was long gone.

"Of course, mother." Red son nodded. "I'll see to it first thing in the morning."

Princess Iron Fan nodded.

"Good."

Once his father returned, they ate together and discussed where Red Son could find the l/n family. His mother also informed them that y/n's mother had passed away. And her father was, somewhat less popular with his parents. Particular his father. Still, this hardly worried Red Son. Anyone, who defied his family fell sooner or later. With the exception of the Monkey King and the noodle boy, but that was due to come before long he was sure.

The next day Red Son followed the map his mother had created to guide him and came to a moderately large mansion's gate. With a sigh he went to touch the buzzer when he heard a scream from the courtyard.

His interest, and slight concern, piqued Red Son walked around the walled perimeter and climbed the stone when he came to the scene where he believed the scream resonated from. Once he reached the top he kept low and watched a young girl take a brutal hit to the gut and hit the ground.

"Father please!" She pleaded. "Listen, she didn't mean t-" A vicious kick to her side threw the girl closer to Red Son. This gave him a proper view of a crimson liquid spilling from her gut where one of her arms hugged the wound tightly.

Her h/c (hair color) hair spilled over her face even while her e/c (eye color) eyes stared at her father pleadingly.

The sight ignited something odd inside him. As though someone had ignited a long forgotten fireplace.

"I don't care what she meant!" The father spat. His movements staggered and off kilter.

The sight informed Red Son the man was indeed drunk.

"This is my home. And as long as you live under my roof, you will follow my judgement!"

With that the man threw a bottle Red Son hadn't noticed till that moment at the girl. His nerves jerked but thankfully her father's aim was lacking. As the bottle smashed against a tree a good distance to her left.

The man turned on his heel and stomped back into the house and Red Son felt tempted to follow, but what he heard next made him freeze.

Soft crying twisted his gut as he watched y/n picked herself up and went back into the house.

Red Son sat for a moment his mind going over the possible solutions to this....predicament. Slowly, he slid off the wall and walked back towards the forge a plan formulating in his mind.

He watched her then for a few weeks and learned beatings were common in the l/n household. And y/n hadn't changed much. She was still the kind and hopeful yet spunky and sassy girl he'd known all those years ago.

There was only one major issue. Y/n wholeheartedly believed her father had her best interest at heart. Each time he followed her to her hangouts with the dragon horse girl she would go on and on about how her father was endlessly patient, always apologized, and never held her many faults against her.

The realization came quickly after that, her father was as manipulative as he was abusive. And he had manipulated her into believing he of all people was her hero. And Red Son fully intended to shatter that façade.

A knock on the door woke him from his reverie. Red Son lifted his head as a bull clone entered and informed him that the girl was becoming 'difficult'. With a sigh Red Son got to a stand and followed the bull clone to the holding cell.

He was going to get you away from that tyrant permanently, but he couldn't do that if the plan didn't play out accordingly.

You threw a bull clone by flipping him over your shoulder and dodged another that lunged at you. Then you raced towards the door to what you assumed was the dining room only to run smack into Red Son's chest.

He grabbed you quickly and pinned you against the wall.

"How did she get out of her cell?!" Her demanded looking at the nearest bull clone whilst you writhed against his hold. "Picked the lock?! WITH WHAT?!" The way his voice cracked made you pause then laugh a bit.

The sound made him pause then glare at you.

"You think this is funny, peasant girl?!"

You smirked.

"Well not the situation per se, just your reaction."

His hair exploded into flame and if you weren't mistaken you could have swore you saw his cheeks twinge pink before he shoved you at a bull clone.

"Ugh return her to her cell. Now!" He nearly yelled before stomping away.

Another bull clone grabbed your right arm whilst the one Red Son had shoved you at grabbed your left. You struggled against them watching Red Son's retreating form.

"I will get out again!" You shouted after him. "And my friends will come for me."

"Oh trust me-" Red Son's voice made you pause your struggles. "I'm counting on it."

The bull clones locked you back in your cell and you huffed. What on earth was that supposed to mean?! You guessed it didn't matter, what did matter was you getting out of here and warning your friends and cousin Mei.

Red Son stalked down the hall muttering to himself about stupid peasant girls and tardy fools. That was until his foot pressed against a small metallic chain.

Taking a step back, Red Son inspected a small silver locket on the floor. Immediately memories assaulted him.

"I made it for you." Red son said offering it to the y/n with an annoyed frown.

"H-how?" She stammered in awe taking the locket gently.

Red Son rolled his eyes.

"In my forge of course." He paused as tears welled in her eyes.

"You...really are going away for training aren't you?" She whispered turning her tear-filled gaze on him.

Red son felt his gut twist.

"Well...yes. Mother insisted but-" he sighed. "I couldn't leave without giving you a reminder that should you ever need me, I'm not far."

Y/n hugged him then. Causing him to stumble back from shock.

The memory gave way to the present as he inspected the demon bull family crest in the center surrounded but a mural of flames.

He released a low huff. The locket was an amateur's work. It would be far more suiting to give her a new one, but something told him this version held sentimental value. The only real issue was, as he moved it he realized the front part and back of the locket had snapped on two.

With a small frown he changed direction. Heading towards his forge now.

Meanwhile you meddled with the lock on the cell door using a bobby pin. It was shockingly easy the last time. You didn't really recall where the catch mechanism was this time round. Which made the task somewhat more difficult.

Just as you thought you found it the door to the outer room began to open.

With a gasp you snatched the bobby pin and shoved it back into your pocket.

Just then Red Son entered with his hands folded behind his back.

"Evening y/n."

"Red son." You responded boredly as though you hadn't just been picking the lock.

He stepped into the room and leaned against the bars with an arm.

"It appears you're missing something."

You leaned away feeling butterflies flutter in your chest.

Just then he opened his other hand revealing your locket in his palm.

You gasped and froze.

But he simply slid his hand between the bars with an annoyed look.

"Take better care of your belongings, peasant girl. I will not return it again."

You took it and stared at the silver reflection as Red Son turned. But you hardly noticed him leaving.

This locket had been given to you by your best childhood friend. You hadn't even noticed the resemblance until now. But you mind fled back to that day when he had given it to you.

You didn't remember the boy's name only a fuzzy blur of a red overcoat. Your jaw fell as you caught a glimpse of Red Son's over coat wafting behind him before the door to the outer room slammed shut.

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pumpkzsafeplace · 8 months

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anon questions 💌: the big cg question. opening up about age regression and asking somebody to be your caregiver can be a challenging thing, especially if you don't have a plan to follow. so here are some of pumpkin's top tips to help! <3.

opening up about age regression.🌙 - plan a location/time ⭐

plan a moment that the pair of you will be free not only for the day but maybe the day after too in case you need time to clarify on certain parts! <3

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- research agere & common asked questions.🌙

fully researching the topic and giving them enough infomration might help with their cautiousness on the topic! if you know the answer of the commonly asked questions, it might give you a better chance of them understanding it better <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ - how does it relates to you? ⭐

knowing information is amazing! but finding it a way to relate personally to you can help so so much when it comes to humanising agere. most people only know the inaccurate version of agere, so having the human aspect of relating it back to you can make it seem not that scary <3. you could explains how it's helped, how you've mentally improved since you embraced it and even show the friends and the happy community it's created <3.

the big cg question.🌙 - what is a cg? ⭐

of course now that the basic information is explained, it's time to get onto the big question at hand. befor jumping in, i personally would go into detail about what a caregiver actually is. describe to them what their responsibilites are and how caregivers help in the whole dynamic. you could explain how two caregivers are not the same- just like the difference in littles, and that each dymanic is personlised to that couple.

❀•°❀°•❀ - what will they have to do? ⭐

once all that's discussed, you could slowly bring up the question in little stages such as explaining what they would possibly be doing if they took on the responsibility. it will give you an option too to comfort any anxieties and worries they have around the subject, like the topics discussed below <3.

things to consider🌙 - remind them that you're not changing. ⭐

this is usually one of the main worries i've come to notice when a little comes out as an age regressor. partners & friends often believe that our personality is just going to change and we'll end up turning into a completely different person <3. we're not going to change, we're just going to get more comfortable <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ - remind them that not everything they see on the interent is true.🌙

although the interent can be useful in explaining what agere is and how it's helpful- it's also been one of the biggest reasons why people are so illformed on the topic. take a minute to clarify their assumptions, especially regarding the sfw nature of agere <3

❀•°❀°•❀ - remind them that your bond now won't change ⭐

the bond you had with them before won't suddently dissapear with the news of your agere annoucement. you will still be the person they enjoyed being close to, and you will still have those big silly moments <3. like i mentioned earlier, you're not going to change you're just going to be embracing yourself more. you'll still be able to do the same old stuff with them, it's just that new things can start being added <3.

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- remind them that you'll go at their pace.🌙

promising to go at their pace could help with their anxiety so so much <3. a lot of people could feel like they're being thrown in the deepend with the amount of information and responsibility given to them, so working at their pace will not only increase their confidence but will strengthen your bond as a whole <3. remember, just like littles have off days- cg's have them too! a dynamic only works if both parties are happy, so make sure to look aftet them too <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ - remind the it's okay to say no too. ⭐

sometimes people just don't want to be caregivers and that's completely okay too <3. they can be happy from the sidelines and platonic caregivers can be brought in the mix to help with routines and such <3.

everyone has their own boundaries & we should respect that.

final statement. 🌙

remember that whatever happens, you tried your best <3. sometimes it works first time around, and sometimes it takes a while for you to find that perfect caregiver. but remember, no matter what- you'll always have a community here that will support you. we're family, remember? <3

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"I’ll keep you safe, I promise"

30 Day Blurb Prompt Challenge - Making them feel comfortable

blurb prompt link here

Day 2 - tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings - Nightmares, Survivors guilt, Somniphobia, Mentions of other characters death (Chrissy)

Word Count - 1310

GIF by robynnnhooddd

Sleeping after the rather…violent events in the Upside Down was not an easy feat. It was challenging, everyone taking home their own trauma, different from everyone else’s experience. Although one person took the brunt of the weight. And that person was Eddie.

After having to watch Chrissy die a miserable death, not being able to help or stop it in any way was the start. Then being hunted by the entire town, swimming through a portal to an unknown dimension, and then sacrificing himself. Nay, tried to sacrifice himself.

You had spoken about it to each other. Your thoughts and feelings being communicated and heard. His thoughts were darker than you could have imagined. You didn't want to think about those nasty things swimming around in his beautiful head, but it was something that could not be avoided. So every once in a while you would try to talk to him. Show that you were still up for communication, but he never shared his true feelings again after letting himself be completely vulnerable that one night many moons ago.

To sum it all up, Eddie was living with severe survivor's guilt. He expressed to you that after waking up in the comfort of your room instead of the after life had originally frustrated him. Not in an angry way, but in an, "I'm tired of this," way. He just wanted it to be over, scared that if he opened his eyes and looked around, Vecna would be the one standing over him and not you.

You had dragged his body from the Upside Down with little to no help from Dustin since his leg was practically broken in two. Waiting for Steve, Nancy, and Robin to get back wasn’t an option. So you dug your heels in the ground and drug him out of that hell yourself. Dragged him all the way to the other side of the park to your trailer. You patched him up as best as you could, and luckily for you, it worked.

Eddie though, he carried so much weight. It was something he refused to let go of, like a child with their teddy bear. It was something that he felt like he needed to live with, instead of moving on.

Everyone else had grieved, dealt with their individual pains in a somewhat healthy way. Steve, Robin, Nancy, Johnathan, and Dustin filled that grieving hole with countless hours of community service and volunteer work.

Lucas and Erica tended to stay by Max’s side in the hospital as much as they possibly could.

Mike, Joyce, Hopper, and Eleven worked on building up her powers again. Doing little training exercises deep in the forest where no one would find them. Bonding, like a real family would.

Will was casted off to do his own thing, but luckily for him, Dustin introduced him to Gareth and the other guys in Hellfire, and he fit right in.

Hell, even you have taken up some new hobbies, distracting yourself with small tasks that help you feel accomplished when complete. But Eddie? Eddie stood frozen in time.

He no longer had an interest in playing guitar, says that when he plays it he gets flashbacks to that night. He no longer wants to play D&D no matter how long the boys pester him for a new campaign, he doesn’t budge. He refuses to listen to metal, or any music for that matter. Claims that the heavy guitar riffs are too loud and can sometimes sound exactly like a Demobat screech or the drums reminding him of the sound of Chrissy’s bones snapping. Everything that made Eddie Eddie, was gone. He was just a shell of the person you once knew and loved.

You're always there to comfort him. Trying your hardest to just be patient with him. Some days are easy, others are not. But you still love him, no matter what happens.

But the worst part for Eddie, the one thing you feel sympathetic towards, is his sleeping. Or a lack thereof.

Before that night, Eddie wasn’t the best sleeper. His schedule ranged from crazy times, sometimes even staying up all night just to finish a campaign and then sleeping all through school. But now, he just doesn’t sleep.

You're beyond worried for his health. His under eyes were a dark shade of red. His eyes drooped into a new, sleepy shape. Wrinkles appeared on his face, his attention span non-existent. His mood swings worse than ever before.

He claims that every time he shuts his eyes, flashes of Vecna’s cruel face appear. His screams of agony echo through his dream state. He relives it every time his eyes shut.

Every night, without fail, he finds something to do. Something to keep his mind occupied. Something to keep him awake. You’ve pleaded and begged him to at least try, and some nights he agrees. Others are forms no’s. You even suggested some sleeping supplements or even a sleep study, but he shoots the idea down. You respect him and his wishes, sleep coming easier to you seeing as this wasn’t your first rodeo.

You had always had nightmares about the upside down, but you had time to adjust. The past three years the events have increased in size, allowing you a bit of wiggle room. But Eddie was just thrown into the violence with no time to ask questions.

However, tonight was different. The house was dead silent. Last you had spoken to Eddie, he was headed into your shared bedroom to start re-reading The Return of The King again.

Now reading may seem like a quiet activity but not when Eddie is the one behind the book. He always finds a way to make some noise, alerting you that he was in fact, still awake.

But it was deathly silent. You could hear the trailer settle, the quiet wind whistling outside, crickets croaking loudly in the night. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking from your spot on the couch down the hallway to the dimly light door frame of your bedroom. Your mind immediately went to a dark place, thinking something bad might have happened to him.

You stand up, tiptoeing down the hallway, floorboards creaked lightly beneath your feet. You made it about halfway down the narrow space before you heard…snoring? That was new.

You cut the corner and looked to your left to see Eddie sprawled out on his side on the bed. The lamp was casting a soft yellow glow onto his serene face. The paperback book was crumbled beneath his side, the old yellowing pages creased with his body weight. His hair was everywhere, his right hand curled under his pillow. He looked so unbelievably peaceful in his dreamless slumber.

You tiptoed as quietly as you could around the bed. With gentle hands, you removed the now crumbled book from his side, marking his place with the well-loved polaroid. It was a photo of the two of you dressed in your Halloween costumes from a few years back. You smiled fondly at the memory as you placed the book on his bedside table.

You grabbed a discarded blanket from a dusty chair that sat in the corner of the room and draped it across his form. He shifted under the thick blanket, snuggling further into it. You tucked it beneath his side’s loosely, hoping that it will help keep him comfortable and still. His soft snores filled the air once again, letting you know that he had fallen back into his deep slumber.

The air from the blanket falling across his frame had pushed a few of his dark curls into his face. You leaned down, and without disturbing him, you brushed the dark locks off his face. With one final kiss to his forehead, you whisper against his soft skin. “I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

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candacepandace · 2 years

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The Luna Legacy Challenge

🌙Hello I created a brand new Sims 4 Legacy Challenge!🌙

8 generations for the 8 phases of the moon.

I made easy to use Rules Graphic Cards

Watch my Luna Legacy Challenge LP on Youtube 🌙

View on Google Docs instead

General Rules:

No cheats unless it makes sense for the story.

You can use “freerealestate on” when starting gen 1 only.

Each career and aspiration must be completed unless stated otherwise.

You choose which child is the heir unless stated otherwise.

Randomize toddler traits unless stated otherwise.

Keep your sims out of the spotlight unless stated otherwise (GF).

You can only do two odd jobs per week for extra cash unless stated otherwise (IL).

Have a legacy graveyard where all the members of your legacy will be buried.

This challenge utilizes different packs mostly notated in parenthesis throughout.

If you don’t have a suggested pack, modify the rule or just skip it.

Let me know if you play this challenge. I would love to see your gameplay! #LunaLegacyChallenge @candacepandace

Optional Pet Legacy (C&D):

Start with or adopt a pet.

Pet should have at least one offspring to be their heir.

Continue pet legacy until you complete this challenge.

Have a pet legacy cemetery.

Reminder:

If you don’t like a rule, change it.

Make the story your own and have fun!

Generation 1: New Moon 🌑

“A time of new beginnings”

Your marriage has been on the rocks for a long time and you’ve reached your breaking point. This was the last straw. There’s only so much a sim can take. You recently started saving money in case of an emergency and as far as you’re concerned, tonight is an emergency! You need to get out of this marriage and this house immediately. You hurry and pack a bag for you and your child and leave in the middle of the night. What they did is unforgivable. It is time to let go of the toxicity and begin a new life for yourself.

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Career: Two part time jobs

Traits: Neat, Hot-Headed, You Choose

Rules:

Your founder is a sim who can get pregnant.

You are married with one child.

Get a divorce.

Take your child and move out.

You have $500 and whatever you brought in your travel bag.

You are now homeless. Choose one or more of the following:

Move onto an empty lot (Cannot build on it).

Stay at a motel (Must deduct $50 per night).

Move into a homeless shelter (You can stay for free up to one week).

Get into a custody battle with your ex (Modded: Lumpinou’s Relationship and Pregnancy Overhaul to determine outcome).

Woohoo with your ex one last time in a moment of weakness which results in a pregnancy. You keep the baby (This is the heir for Gen 2).

Never become romantically involved with your ex again.

Get two part time jobs.

Move into an unfurnished apartment that costs $1,000 or less (BG: start building on your empty lot when you have at least $1,000 saved up).

Go to the flea market every other Sunday to buy and sell (CiL).

Be a strict parent.

As an elder, fall in love with someone you meet at the flea market and get remarried at the romance festival.

Live out your twilight years retired and happy with your new soulmate.

Generation 2: Waxing Crescent 🌒

“It’s time to work toward those intentions”

You were raised by a very strict parent. They desperately wanted you to have a more successful life than theirs. They taught you to work hard and have ambitious goals. Failure was not an option. This didn’t leave much time for a social life. You were bullied in school for being smart, socially awkward, and having “no sense of style”. But hard work pays off in the end. Who’s laughing now?

Child Aspiration: Whiz Kid

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Career: Law (DU) or Business

Traits: Ambitious, Loner, Clumsy

Rules:

You can never have any friends outside your family.

You're a workaholic.

You are aromantic and asexual (you have no interest in romantic or sexual relationships).

Strive for straight As in all of your classes.

Reach rank 3 in a part time job as a teen.

Receive at least one scholarship.

Get into Britechester and live in a dorm.

Earn a language and literature degree

Get a job in Law and choose the private attorney branch.

Buy a 4 bedroom house for yourself. Move your parent and step-parent in with you.

Agree to speak to your other biological parent for the first time as an adult.

Bail your sibling out of jail and let them stay with you until they can get a job and move out.

Quit your job after reaching level 10 in your career. Money can’t buy happiness.

Adopt twins and spend all your time being the best parent you can be.

You have never known a love as great as caring for your children. This is what your life was missing all along.

Generation 3: First Quarter 🌓

“Now’s the time to make decisions”

You grew up in a loving home without ever wanting for anything but now it’s time to find your purpose in life. You are popular, beautiful, wealthy, and naturally talented. Every sim wants to be you or be with you. You and your friends love to party. While your twin marries their childhood sweetheart and moves away as a young adult, you are too busy having fun. You can’t imagine staying in one place for too long.

Child Aspiration: Social Butterfly

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Career: Style Influencer (Modded Option: Shear Brilliance)

Traits: Noncommittal, Hates Children, Self Absorbed (GF) or Materialistic

Collection: Seashells

Rules:

This heir is a sim who can get pregnant.

You can step into the spotlight for this generation (GF).

Your twin will always be your best friend. Always accept invitations from them to hang out

Have a group of pretty friends that you go out with every Friday night.

Get pregnant on prom night. Lose the baby (modded: abortion or miscarriage).

Reach level 2 and quit at least 3 different careers before deciding on your dream job as a style influencer.

Cheat on every sim you get into a relationship with and then break up with them.

Get pregnant 4 more times during one night stands with random sims you don't even remember. Put one baby up for adoption and leave the rest with your parent to raise.

Fall in love, get engaged, and then ghost them.

Live in 3 different worlds before settling down in Sulani (IL).

Change noncommittal trait to child of the islands trait (IL).

Collect seashells (IL).

Fall in love with a mermaid and turn into one. You were never part of this world (IL).

Generation 4: Waxing Gibbous 🌔

“Assessing situations and discussing our feelings is a key focus”

You never really knew your biological parents. One was so self absorbed they basically abandoned you and the other is a complete mystery. It could be anyone based on the stories you’ve heard. Your grandparent raised you like their own with all the love they had and when they passed you felt more alone than ever. You never really got along with your siblings. The ones you actually know of are both very different from you and you just never connected with them. You are what some might call the black sheep. You have a lot of feelings that you just don’t think anyone could ever understand. You think of yourself as unlovable and unwanted. Ironically, you have many adoring fans who love you and your melancholy music. Your poetry expresses what others are feeling deep within their souls and your music is hauntingly beautiful. If only you could love yourself the way others love you. 🎵I know I’m unlovable, you don’t have to tell me. I don’t have much in my life, but take it it’s yours🎵

Child Aspiration: Artistic Prodigy

After School Activities: Drama Club

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Career: Entertainer

Traits: Gloomy, Music Lover, Vegetarian

Collection: City Posters (CiL).

Rules:

You can step into the spotlight for this generation (GF).

You and your friends are a group of misfits.

Collect city posters and hang them all over your room (CiL).

Music is your true escape.

Always try to create something when you are sad (ex. paint, write, play music, etc.)

Cover your body in tattoos that express who you are.

Get a job as an entertainer and choose the musician branch.

Fall in love with a celebrity, get engaged, and catch them making out with one of your siblings on your wedding day.

Get drunk at a bar and get into a fight with a random stranger.

Have meaningless woohoo with 5 different fans and don’t ever call them back.

Fall in love with someone from your childhood. Your soulmate was right there all along.

Get engaged for the second time and move in together.

Elope in the Sylvan Glade then go on honeymoon to Selvadorada.

Bring home a souvenir that you and your partner will cherish always.

Have two beautiful children.

Go on family camping trips to Granite Falls every summer.

Generation 5: Full Moon 🌕

"Howl at the moon…Awooooo!"

Your parents truly are soulmates. You hope to one day find a love as fierce and passionate as theirs. You are quiet and soft spoken but you have a huge imagination which pours onto the page every time you sit down to write another best-selling novel. Your family goes camping every summer and it is truly your favorite tradition. You love being outside and exploring. Nature has always called to you. You decide to move out right after high school and begin an adventure all your own.

Child Aspiration: Rambunctious Scamp

After School Activities: Scout

Aspiration: Bestselling Author then Werewolf Initiate

Career: Writer

Traits: Bookworm, Romantic, Loves Outdoors

Collection: Insects and Fish

Rules:

Choose the author branch of the writer career.

Move into a small remote trailer in Moonwood Mill as soon as you become a young adult.

Write romance novels under a pseudonym so you never become famous. The spotlight isn’t for you. You prefer a life of seclusion and harmony amongst nature.

Become a werewolf and find your fated mate.

Write the Book of Life and use it to “capture epic saga” of your fated mate.

Have as many babies as you want.

Your mate dies in a tragic way but you resurrect them with the Book of Life.

Generation 6: Waning Gibbous 🌖

“Expressing gratitude is essential”

You have an appreciation for all life and and you are thankful for every experience you have. You believe in looking on the bright side of every situation and understand that life is a never ending cycle. You ride the ups and downs like a wave and look inward to find your inner peace and strength. You do not see lycanthropy as a curse but you have experienced and embraced it and now it is time to let go and move on as you have taken stock and decided that being a werewolf is not for you. You seek a different path. One that helps bring positive peaceful change to the environment.

Aspiration: Cure Seeker then Inner Peace

Career: Conservationist or Civil Designer

Traits: Recycle Disciple, Good, You Choose

Collection: Postcards and Crystals

Rules:

Keep a journal through all life stages (PH).

You dress like a modern hippie / bohemian style.

Keep crystals in every room of your house and burn incense regularly.

Never go out to eat. Always cook your own meals.

Have a garden and grow your own vegetables.

Buy a chicken for fresh eggs (CoL).

Volunteer and donate to charity once a week.

Participate in protests.

Always vote on neighborhood action plans.

Not too proud to dumpster dive for deals. One sim’s trash is another sim’s treasure.

Have a long distance relationship with someone over the internet.

Don’t meet them in person until you become best friends.

Oh No! You’ve been catfished! This person does NOT look like their online profile photo.

Will you forgive them and learn to love this person despite the betrayal? Or will you accept the loss as an opportunity for growth and guide them out of your life forever?

Have a beach wedding as an adult. (Modded: Use Lumpinou’s Open Love Life mod to have an open marriage with your partner and become a thrupple).

Have at least 4 children.

Retire from your career as an elder. Have a big retirement party.

Become a yoga instructor because a body in motion stays in motion.

*TRIGGER WARNING*

Murder/Suicide (Vampires Pack Needed)

If you prefer to not play with darker themes or don’t have the pack: SKIP TO GEN 8.

Optional Side Story Which Leads Into Gen 7

Play as Vlad.

Complete the Dracula Aspiration so he can gain the Original Trait (Modded: Dracula Aspiration )

Generation 7: Third Quarter 🌗

“Time to clean out that which no longer serves us”

All of this hippy BS makes you sick! The world is not all rainbows and sunshine. There is so much darkness lurking around every corner and it needs to be eradicated. People might call you crazy but you’re not crazy, they’re the crazy ones for believing all the lies. They don’t understand the truth but it’s out there and you’re going to uncover it.

Aspiration: You Choose or Chosen (Modded: Vampire Slayer ) then Good Vampire

Career: Detective

Traits: Erratic, Mean, You Choose or Vampire Slayer (Modded: Vampire Slayer)

Skills: Vampire Lore

Rules:

As a teenager, your sibling is found dead in their room.

They were troubled so everyone started calling it “the accident.”

You refuse to believe that. You need the truth. This isn't right. They wouldn’t have…It had to be…MURDER!

Everyone thinks you are losing your mind because of the tragedy but you know you’re not crazy and you’re going to prove it.

You become a detective.

Learn everything you can about vampires.

Question and then kill 5 vampires (You can use mods, lure them into the sun, or force them to drink a cure).

After reaching the top of your career, you finally discover it was Vlad who killed your sibling.

Have an ultimate showdown with Vlad.

He bites you before you kill him.

You are now a vampire. Take the Good Vampire aspiration.

Fall in love with a sim who asks you to turn them. You are reluctant but eventually agree.

Get married and live in Forgotten Hollow.

Have twins. One child is a vampire and the other isn’t (The human child is the heir).

Your spouse leaves you for another vampire.

You are so heartbroken that you walk into the sun and let your vampire energy drain.

Your children go to live with another family member.

Generation 8: Waning Crescent 🌘

“This is the last lunar phase before a new cycle begins. Therefore, it’s a time when we need to be still and at peace.”

Are you a good witch or a bad witch some might ask but that’s a silly question. The world is not black or white but many shades of gray. You are who you are and you live every day to your fullest potential. You’ve heard the stories passed down through the generations and you’ve seen things no one else would believe. After all, vampires aren’t real. Yet your lineage stems from a survivor, a genius, a mermaid, a poet, a werewolf, a hippy, and yes, a vampire. Their blood, their stories, they live through you. You keep them alive. You are their legacy.

Aspiration: Purveyor of Potions (RoM)

Career: Paranormal Investigator (PS)

Traits: Cheerful, Maker, Cat Lover

Collection: Sugar Skulls

Rules:

Move into a haunted house with a “cat hangout” lot trait.

Leave food out for the stray cats every day.

Summon Bonehilda.

Cleanse your house.

Make and sell candles.

Visit the graves of your ancestors on a regular basis. Especially on Dia De Los Muertos, a special time to honor and remember them (If you have Seasons: add Day of the Dead to your calendar in Fall).

Give a friendly introduction to every ghost you see. Those that came before you are to be respected and honored.

Live a peaceful quiet life in seclusion.

Fall in love with and marry The Hermit (OR).

Never have any children.

Write a novel about your family history. Never publish it. Just keep it for yourself and for whoever finds it someday.

You pass away peacefully of old age and natural causes without fear because you have seen life after death and you know your spirit will live on. Soon you and all of your ancestors will be together again under a New Moon.

The End

Optional Epilogue

Make a highlight reel, collection of photos, and / or a family tree to document your journey through this entire legacy challenge.

💫 Please share your journey with me @candacepandace #LunaLegacyChallenge on youtube, twitter, instagram, and / or tumblr.

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS. I SPENT A LOT OF TIME WRITING THIS CHALLENGE!! 💙

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railingsofsorrow · 5 months

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 25𝚝𝚑; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

summary: iris's letter.

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 706

warnings/content: mentions of food poisoning, vomit and fainting; mentions of self medicating; mentions of Alzheimer's disease; angst (not much); fluff; “ODU” is the acronym for “Old Dominion University”.

A/N: LAST LETTER!! we are done with act 1, now we'll proceed with act 2. next chapters are going to be in narrative style.

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October 25th.

Dear, Spencer.

My whole department fell in sick yesterday — including my students, barely anyone was spared. Some kind of food poisoning? I don't know, people started throwing up, passing out and whatnot. We didn't know what to do!

(Yes, this is how I start my letter. I had to vent to someone how weird this is!)

I immediately called 911 and the cafeteria became swarmed with EMT's. My first supposition was that something was wrong with the cafeteria food. I never eat there because I either bring my own food or... I just don't remember eating until I'm off to go home. So, I tested it, the cafeteria food. But no. Nothing was wrong. I still find it weird that this happened out of nowhere, but my colleagues think it wasn't anything serious.

ODU was on the news today. Same thing happened. I can't shake this off, it can't be a coincidence, can it?

Sorry, I needed to ramble to somebody.

Ah, Spencer. It's too late for that, I already care enough to worry. What other resources are you trying? I hope you are not self-medicating yourself, it's not good. You're not doing that, right?

I have a friend that I could recommend you. She's a neurologist so she could be more helpful — you've probably been to a lot of those, but she's really good.

Her name is Clare Thompson, her office is in Washington, DC at Georgetown. If you want, I can make an appointment for you, we're close friends. If not, then just ignore this. I'm not trying to push you into anything, I'm just concerned.

What you said reminded me of the concept “Athazagoraphobia”. I researched about it to include it in my MD thesis about Alzheimer's disease. It means exactly what you said: fear of forgetting something or someone, or being forgotten.

I relate to you on that. But I'm more afraid of being forgotten. Sometimes I think that if I don't put my mark in the world, then how will people remember me? Do you feel like that too?

I absolutely know what you mean about the dolls... They're creepy. I had a few when I was a child, I don't know where they disappeared to though, I think my mother donated them. Either way, I'm happy not knowing their whereabouts.

I am happy that your friends are threatening you to to go out more.

Yes, maybe he is sick. It's an option I've considered. But he usually sends an email letting me know he will miss class. Fabian is not the kind of student that misses class without a plausible reason. He's very dedicated and one of my top students.

Of course you'd take is as a challenge, Doctor Reid. I could tell you were the competitive type from the moment you told me you were a rebel as a kid (no, I'll never forget that, you book thief).

Oh, did you really like the book? I'm so glad. Yes! I have like 5 recommendations to you but I'll spare you two: After Dark and Sputnik Sweetheart. Tell me what you think afterwards.

Something reminded me of you today. I was grabbing my coffee and I guess I picked up the wrong order. Do you know why I think that? Because it was the sweetest beverage I've ever had. I could've dropped dead right there if I had taken another sip. Disgusting, really. My blood vessels were almost clogged up. The person left in a hurry and left their coffee right beside mine on the balcony. Oh! And guess what: it was written “Reid” in their cup. I know it is a common name, but it reminded me of you.

Don't forget to drink water and eat, Spencer. As always, be careful. Looking forward to hear from you soon! <3

Love,

Iris.

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#sun-bleached paper petals fic #spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction

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ovaryacted · 3 months

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OH MY GOD NIC I NEED THAT MONSTER!READER X LEON FIC SO BAD!!! LIKE??? I'M CONCERNED YOU'RE SPYING ON ME ATP BC YOU ALWAYS SOMEHOW COME UP WITH EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO READ!!!

I really wonder what kind of monster you mean. Vampires are my personal favorite thing to write for monsterfucking, followed by werewolves. But like!!! There's so many options!!! Fae? Merpeople? Just plain old undefined monsters? I can't wait!!!

And this is not at all to hurry you up, I'm just expressing my excitement bc I appreciate you and your writing very much <33 I know whatever it is and whenever it comes out it'll be great <33

Any hints you're willing to drop about what the fic is about? >:3

Sending lots of love and kisses MWAH!! 😚💋🩷

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Heyyy new moon anon, hope you're doing well!! Sending you love and kisses as well! 🫶

I'm glad my random idea of Leon x monster!reader sparked your interest lol. I have no idea where I'm even going with my idea but I'll go ahead and give you some hints as to where my thought process is going.

So, I know I don't want to do the well-known occults like vampires, mermaids, sirens, etc. I think those are overplayed, even though I personally am a huge fan of vampires, I've just seen enough scenarios involving them that I want to do something different. This doesn't mean I won't consider them in the future by the way, I just don't want to do them right now. I like werewolves too but it would remind me too much of the omegaverse and personally that's a cringe phase I have outgrown so I don't want to revisit that LMAOO.

I wanted to do actual monsters, and I was leaning more toward a plagas reader who's completely mutated like the Verdugo (love their design) or a lycan reader. I want the reader to have claws and a tail and sharp teeth and bright eyes and shit. If I write this fic, I'd want it to be more gory, leaning more towards dark-ish content but not too violent or distasteful. I know the lycan reader is a bit more far-fetched because that's more of a RE8 thing given the context of the game, but I would still consider that "monster" as an option. I was also looking at monster-like beings instead, like pyramid head but I'm not too sure so I'd have to do more research and planning.

A fic like this would probably involve a mission gone wrong where the reader gets hurt and contracts whatever illness or virus is needed to cause this mutation. They'll become a monster, deformed but still carry that personality Leon loves. He'll find himself conflicted on what to do, on why he still has this attraction despite the underlying fear. He should feel sick, should feel ashamed that he'd still even look at you that way when you obviously don't look or act like yourself anymore. Still, he just can't help himself and it's a very primal feeling on your end where you just want to sink your teeth into him. Horror and arousal are two opposite sides of the same coin, so the fic would embody that to the best of my ability.

Hopefully, someday I will write something like that cause I actually think it would be fun and a challenge for me, also adds more diversity to my current work and plans. If it really is something people want to see, I'll add it to the WIPs list and revisit it when I fully want to flesh it out!

#ovaryacted asks #₊˚⊹ ♡ ─ new moon anon 🌑#I just be thinking sometimes lolz

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300iqprower · 2 years

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Hypothetical Rank Ups No. 57-60: Arjuna

[Disclaimer: For posterity's sake, realistically he only needs the last two of these. Even more realistically he only needs the NP rank up to be brought up to to his competition. But three things that trigger me are "Crit star drop rate up" on an Artscher, a 1 turn buster mana burst on an Artscher, and anything having a cooldown in the double digits. Plus I'd argue even if he only needed the NP rank up, the gap between old and new servants is so wide that even with all of these he's not powercreeping any new units. I don't use Arjuna at all myself (Unless Extella counts in which case I freaking main him) so special thanks once again to @hasarjunadoneanythingwrong for help with the lore and NP stuff, and thanks to @bitterrosebrokenspear as well for also looking over the skill mechanics! ...Okay additional disclaimer cause wow I talk too much, reminder that the only important part is the indented bit. Everything else is just the rationale behind it.]

Clairvoyance (Archer) B+ -> A+

Increase own Critical Star Drop Rate (3 turns).^ Apply Debuff Immune to self (5 turns). Apply Ignore Target Focus for yourself (6 turns) Apply Sure Hit when attacking with Arts Cards (6 turns) [Star Drop scaling increased from 30-50% to 50-100%]

Honestly whose idea was to give him clairvoyance and buster up with a triple arts deck. What the actual fck was that. Well his official rank up for the first of those was really good, even if it was pretty lazily just...making the skill's main focus something else entirely. The real use of his Clairvoyance now is to be a near perpetual full debuff immune, so lets take that even further with effects that are VERY much perpetual if fully leveled. In exchange, these effects are both relatively minor, being the EXTREME niche of ignoring target focus (which is especially useful when it's not uncommon for challenges to pair sabers with target focus lancers) and the ability to always have Sure-Hit up on his arts cards. Both of these have their utility but they're so situational that you could argue the obligatory star drop buff is the bigger change. Bringing the star drop up to a doubled 100%, which crazily isn't even anything too special these days despite being the SECOND time it's been increased, Arjuna's high hit counts mean even as an Artscher he'd be potentially generating over 20 stars BEFORE factoring in his second skill or ally support. Given the duration remains at 3 turns though, and the cooldown remains an unchanged 8/7/6 as well, this means you're effectively choosing between two options. Do you want Arjuna to be a decent crit star generator, or do you want to save the skill for its utility and make sure those other effects are up when you need them to be?

Lore wise it's actually quite simple. Arjuna's just styling on everyone he fight, as per usual when he uses his clairvoyance not to actually aim better, but to see how much he can show off while still actually landing shots. Canon fact! So with his main card type, IE Arts, Arjuna's aiming is so good that his clairvoyance allows him to ensure his shots always hit their mark. What's more because he has the ability to ensure his shots hit their mark, enemy skills are unable to draw his attack to an undesired target.

Hero of the Endowed A+ -> A+++

Increase own NP Gauge by 25%. Recover own HP every turn (5 turns).^ Gain Critical Stars every turn (5 turns). Increase own NP Gauge by 10% each turn (5 turns). Increase own DEF (5 turns). [Double healing to 1500-3000. Defense scales from 5-35%.]

Ironically his most notable skill gets the simplest change, most of the skill remaining untouched. Arjuna, like Karna, completely lacks any real defensive options. Whereas the rank ups for Karna gave him almost no soft defense in exchange for a unique hard defense, this is the opposite, giving Arjuna VERY good soft defense but zero hard defense. Hard defense is borderline mandatory for SSRs at this point (Seriously the only gold unit not in NA left who even has Defense Up is Ibuki) so it has to be really good to make up for it, totaling at 5 out of every 8 turns having up to 1.5x the initial regen and an additional 35% defense. This gives him both unquestionably the best HP regen in the game and one of the best defense buffs in terms of %-to-duration ratio. Between these 2 effects and the long term debuff immunity on his first skill, the margin of support needed to keep a dedicated Arjuna alive is also drastically reduced to be feasible for more than just those with Merlin's invincible and Waver's damage cut. (Seriously though what is with these "great heroes who are uber powerful" in lore DYING IN SECONDS?! Don't answer that its because enemy NP scaling is horrid...)

Mana Burst (Flame) A -> Mana Burst (Agni) B++

Increase own Buster Card effectiveness (3^ turns). Increase own NP Strength (3^ turns). Apply Increase Critical Strength to self (3 turns) when landing a critical hit (5 turns) Apply Spreading Fire to all enemies (5 turns) every turn (5 turns) Apply [Burning] field status to self (10 turns).

Okay now we get to the important stuff. As stated before this is where the truly necessary buffs start. Arjuna's biggest issue is the lack of damage - his NP hits hard but he has no sustained damage at all even with his crit generation. If he had any survival at all that'd be fine but...see previous rank up. The solution though is easy. Feedback loop. Arjuna's issue is that his stim isn't just a Mana Burst, therefore Buster, it's also a weaker than normal one, being the same 50% total as most but 20% split off to NP strength up. For comparison, Artoria's OOPS ALL BUSTERS rank up gives her 30% NP strength on top of a base 50%. Rather than do that kind of crazy shit though, we're gonna actually leave the scaling on the mana burst untouched, making it 3 turns to compensate. This means you don't have to wait until the NP turn to use it, which is crucial with the new effect giving a very good reason to not wait until then (Whereas before you never had a reason to use it when his NP wasn't ready). I really wish we had more crit buffs like Orion and Hokusaber's, because it's really good design and feeds into how quick and crit star based teams are best at feeding into themselves. On that note, Arjuna would finally get proper use out of all those crit stars he generates per turn. Hence, while the crit buff itself is the standard 3 turns, the amount you can apply them is 5 turns, which means at its max Arjuna has yet another pseudo-passive of boosting his crit damage on crit. And that's the real trend of these rank ups.

The other new effects are entire flavor based to that's as good a point as any to go into the lore side. The burning field gives Arjuna synergy with his fellow anti-divine servants the Nobus, as well as that previous Karna rank up idea, and given Tomoe's whole deal there's definitely some niche situations where the absurd number of potential Spreading Fire stacks could be genuinely useful, but in 95% of situations both aren't even worth mentioning and are included solely for flavor. More speciifcally, WHY Arjuna has Agni's blessing to begin with, the events of Khandava-dahan or "The Burning of Khandava Forest." Agni basically wanted to "feed" by burning down a forest, but Indra was friends with the Naga who lived in it so he obviously said no. Agni decided that clearly the sensible thing to do would be the equivalent of "Dad said no so I'll ask mom" and asked Indra's son for permission, the specific son in question of course being Arjuna (Krishna was also there). Arjuna was like "Um...OK? You probably know best you're the god here-" and then shit hit the fan and while the entire forest burned down Arjuna fought off Indra himself and a bunch of divine forces with a bow given to him by Agni. That bow was Gandiva, which Agni would let him keep as thanks alongside a special chariot and two quivers that would never run out of arrows. In Fate, this translates to him getting his bow with arrows he can just manifest at will, being able to float, and being able to use flames to turn his arrows into veritable napalm rockets. So yeah, it doesn't take much to figure out why I gave him Spreading Fire and Burning Field.

Citation needed on this last part but I got the idea for the Crit buff from the same story. I found this one description of the events (there's like a million versions of every part of the Mahabharata apparently) where during the fight against Indra, Arjuna fought for days on end - in order to keep Gandiva's bowstrings lubricated, he used his own sweat from the flame coming off of it, so that's where the feedback loop idea came from!

Pashupata A+ -> Pashupatastra EX

Deal heavy damage to all enemies. 50% chance to inflict Death to all enemies. Extra 80% chance to inflict Death to [Divine] targets. Remove Buffs from all enemies. [Activates first] Apply NP Boost to yourself (1 turn). [Activates first] Gain Class Affinity half-advantage (1.5x) against [Divine enemies except for Saber, Berserker, and Foreigner class enemies] (1 turn). [Activates First] <Overcharge> Decrease DEF of all enemies (3 turns).^ [NP Boost scaling is 50/70/80/85/90%. Defense down scaling increased to 20/30/40/50/60%]

AAAAAAAND here's the big one. FUCK instant death. All my homies HATE instant death. Honestly who the actual fuck thought the rank up he needed was "The same but the chance of instant death is even higher" as if they don't literally program it so that Instant Death doesn't work in any major fight whatsoever? The only reason I'm even writing it out instead of letting him keep it on top of everything else is the visual clutter. The obvious thing to give him would be Ignore Invincible, but we're choking to death on AOE Buster Archers with Ignore Invincible, given the lore. It's the same lore reason it has ID - Pashupata is Arjuna's use of Shiva's Astra, an Astra being a sort of conceptual weapon of Hindu myth that only a chosen few can even hope to wield without destroying themselves instantly, ESPECIALLY when it comes to those of Shiva. The Pashupatastra, the true form of Pashupata, in particular is said to be for destroying any living thing regardless of its strength. But that can be conveyed through more than just Ignore Invincible. Ya know what we don't have a single one of? AOE Archers with Remove Buffs. Plus it's arguably more accurate since Enforcement defense has the one weakness of remove buffs. Just like with II though, I didn't go with Ignore Defense either to avoid sheer overlap, instead giving Arjuna class advantage against ANYTHING divine, nicely keeping the anti-divine nature of the weapon as part of the kit. The difference simple anti-divine attack and this is that the base multiplier is affected. This won't apply to Sabers or Berserkers since there's already an even bigger x2 advantage against them, but it also can't apply to Foreigners since their divinities come from Outer Gods beyond the scope of human history and its respective gods. The real game changer is that NP Boost though. Oberon is currently the only one to have it, his being targetable and scaling from 50-100% at the cost of the permasleep. Considering the existence of things like Black Grail, it's REALLY not hard to see why it has that demerit and why it can't stack....but I scaled it pretending Holy and Black Grail don't exist. If they wanna make badly designed CE's that's their issue not mine. So Arjuna's applies before attacking, and scales with NP level, which is obviously hard to raise on an SSR but should also be heavily rewarded if someone does love an SSR enough to go for dupes. Even at level 1 this is an decent boost when paired with his natural mana burst NP buff and your basic NP damage support (Santagale, support Tamamo, Bart) but it's once you reach level 2 that you'd regularly have buffs on the level of AUO's automatic 30% buff on his AOE Archer Buster NP. While the nature of NP Boost means it won't get any use without dedicated CE's/team support, the buff removal on the NP combined with it makes it arguably even more devastating than what AUO has. On the one hand, it's a bit much....on the other hand, it's canonically an attack as strong as Ea and it's still not as busted as some of the newer stuff they release, so yeah might as well! Like I said at the start, these last two rankups are the only ones I would actually give for the sake of balance. It's deserved if only for that Instant Death garbage...

TLDR: Again, the real trend of these rankups is to capitalize on what Arjuna's biggest strength already is thanks to the official rank ups he's received: "Set it and Forget it." Normally that's used as a negative description of servants who you thoughtlessly skill spam, but Arjuna could be done in a way that's actually fun by combining dynamic elements with that more passive design. Whereas someone like Karna is suited to burst damage in one massive blow, Arjuna's role becomes much more focused on the other end. 5/6 turn full debuff immune, 75% battery across 5 turns, etc. His OFFICIAL kit is clearly already best for a "set and forget it" approach, with the first two of these rank ups highlighting that with the passive-like effects of ignore-target-focus and sure-hit-arts, while the second rank up reinforces the idea of relying on passives for defense options rather than hard defense. Most crucially though is that third skill which would give his damage output the same approach, rather than being a waste in most situations. The feedback loop of stars per turn and crit buffing crit could be amped even further with the right support to keep arjuna alive and/or increase his star gather, as those are the two failings he retains, being reliant on soft defense (which is terrible for tanking NPs) and his naturally high star gather as an Archer rather than a more certain gather buff. Outside of that, the other hard part becomes making sure you still line the skill timings up. That's where the active elements come in. His first skill has a massive star gen for a shorter duration, his second skill has that 3 turn gap if the fight is drawn out, and his third skill would require you to potentially choose between starting the feedback loop of critical now, or wait until the NP is ready to give a serious buff to what is now a damn good NP, even against single target fights, and probably breaks quite a few CQ's in half, and unlike what we have in game actually lives up to its lore.

#sorry HADAW for the slight difference from the preview but i had to slightly tone down that second skill's changes after doing some math-#i think this one set the record for longest descriptions #either that or its tied with Mata Hari/Jekyll+Hyde Reworks #artist: 80478750 #artist: Emilija Karmonaitė #fgo #fate grand order #wall of text #fgo meta #fgo arjuna #hypothetical rank ups #the one good thing about all this powercreep is it makes soooooo much more stuff justifiable to just hand out #its really pathetic that with the latest servants they're clearly trying to dial it back #Tametomo makes it obvious.#he's obviously supposed to be monstrous but his actual skills arent anything that crazy which just makes it sad.#You already released Chihuahua but NOW you wanna walk it back? Ok sure go ahead and try and put that genie back in the bottle

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ashleyrobert924 · 4 months

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6 Songs to Give You the Courage to Confess Your Feelings

<h2>The Best Songs to Express Your Feelings</h2> <p>There are many ways to let someone know how you feel, like writing a love letter, giving a gift, or singing a song. Here are some great song options for guys who want to confess their feelings to that special someone through music.</p> <h3>“The Most Important Small Things” by Mayday</h3> <p>This song talks about treasuring the small moments you share with someone you care about. Even though life can be difficult sometimes, being together makes every challenge feel less serious. The next time you see your crush, don't be afraid to tell them how you really feel - because a simple "I like you" could lead to something wonderful.</p> <h3>"Love is You" by Wang Leehom</h3> <p>This song expresses how deeply the singer cares for his loved one. He says they complete him and are as important as air. When you find that special person who makes you happier than anyone, don't be shy about letting them know. Tell them loving someone means wanting them in your life forever.</p> <h3>"Exclusive Memories" by Eason Chan</h3> <p>Eason Chan sings about the memories he shares with his loved one being just for them. Even though relationships change over time, the moments you spend together privately will always be yours alone. Think of confessing as making new happy memories for just the two of you.</p> <h3>"I Can" by Jasper Liu</h3> <p>This sweet song is all about wanting to do everyday things, like watching the stars, with the person you like. Tell your crush you want to make more experiences together and be by their side. Sometimes small gestures can say "I care" better than any grand romantic gesture.</p> <h3>"Confession Balloon" by Jay Chou</h3> <p>Who doesn't love this classic love song? Jay Chou sings about writing your feelings on a balloon and letting it go, hoping it will find the right person. If you're ready to take that leap of faith, confessing your heart through music is a wonderful way to share your true feelings.</p> <h3>"Courage" by Cheryl Yang</h3> <p>This song reminds us it takes bravery to open your heart. Even if you're afraid of messing up a friendship or getting hurt, being honest about your emotions can lead to something truly special. Have confidence in yourself - you never know what might happen unless you try!</p> <p>I hope listening to one of these songs gives you that extra push to tell someone how you really feel. Good luck!</p>

#romantic songs

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 1 year

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Hi, first and most important: all of this only applies to me. I would never think like that about another person. I am always more strict to myself than to others.

cw genetic disease

In my dads family two genetic diseases are... spread(?) and in my moms family two more (and two times a "much higher risk for"). I just realized that my symptoms of the last months are symptoms of one of my dads genetic diseases. Which means I now got all, my dads family had to offer, because I got the other one years ago.

Which is better than the alternative, because my dads diseases are "If you don't treat them, life will suck" and my moms diseases are "If you treat them, you will die anyways".

Idk how high my risk is, to get my moms diseases (I never talked too much about it with her because it's a traumatic topic to her, to see her family die one by one), I know that they can be triggered anytime or not at all, but I don't even know how high the risk for that is. And I don't know if I want to know.

You know, when you visit a new doctor for the first time and need to answer questions about your family and they ask "Is there *disease* in your family" "yes" "is there *other disease* in your family" and you have to agree to everything and just think "I know I am fucked, thanks."

I just feel like a failed human being. Like, how did my family survive this far?? That's a miracle in itself. Worst case I could have 4 genetic diseases one day, and 5 organs affected. If I was a robot, I would've been discarded, you know. I feel like a mistake of nature.

I guess that sums it up pretty good.

Hi anon,

I'm sorry to hear that you're going through this difficult time. I can understand how frightening it must be to worry about if you potentially have a genetic condition just lying dormant, and I completely understand not wanting to know how high the chances might be. I can also see how those doctor questionnaires can only be a grim reminder of your family's health conditions.

It's important to remember that having a genetic predisposition to a disease does not necessarily mean that you are guaranteed to develop it. Genetics are only one factor that influences the development of a disease, and there are often many other factors, such as lifestyle choices, that also play a role.

When it comes to your health, it's important to be proactive and take steps to manage your risk. This may involve regular check-ups with a doctor, making lifestyle changes to reduce your risk factors, or pursuing genetic testing and counseling to learn more about your risks and options for prevention or treatment.

I don't think it's necessarily fair to yourself and your health to say you're a failed human being or a mistake of nature. You are worth so much more than that. You are a unique individual with strengths and weaknesses, and your genetic predisposition to certain diseases does not define you as a person. It's important to seek support from loved ones or a mental health professional to help you process your feelings and cope with the challenges you may face.

Remember, you are not alone in this, and there are resources and support available to you. If anyone else has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw death

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randominagines · 3 years

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Hi! Can I have a fluffy (and sorta angsty?) request where skaikru is forced to choose a member of their group to enter an arranged marriage with a grounder for an alliance (as it is their custom) and out of outrage and pettiness over clarke letting them kill finn (totally forgot his name for a second lol), raven offers to marry the (fem!)reader so she could get away from clarke and the constant reminder of her first loves death, not ever expecting to fall for the reader... and bring more than an alliance to their people but peace, as well (the clans having seen the two most important and valuable people of their kind come together, in more than an arrangement, making them do the same). Did this make sense?? Thanks in advance xx

Bonus (optional): Reader being an important member coz shes either a strong warrior/general or lexa's sister or both. Sorry if this was too long.

Thanks for the request!

Pairing: Raven Reyes X Fem!reader

Warning: angst, sorta smut, fluff

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MARRYING RAVEN TO CREATE AN ALLIANCE WOULD INCLUDE:

In the moment she offered to marry you, you were nothing but shocked;

Being very close to Lexa, as her sister, you learnt to know some of the people from Skykru;

Raven is definitely beautiful and extremely smart, but you knew she had feelings for that boy, so you never expected her to offer;

You're low key happy, anyway. You always thought she was awesome;

Once the marriage is decided you have two months to organise it, and you get to know her better;

She surely is heartbroken and you can't help yourself but emphasize with her;

She is a very passionate person, also in the way she perceives bad feelings;

She tends to show herself as strong and unbreakable, but you learn to read her body language and to recognise her fragilities;

At the begging, she mostly pushes you away;

In time, once she sees how patient and lovely you are with her, she slowly stars opening up to you;

The fact that she lets you in makes you more than happy;

You really start caring about her;

And she starts caring about you too;

She realizes that you're the person who understands her better and finds peace in your comfort;

"I'm sorry, I still miss him..."

She apologies to you;

"It's okay, Rav, don't feel guilty about this."

As the wedding approaches, feelings start blossoming between the two of you;

Raven loves spending time with you;

She is also learning your language but she's kinda terrible at it;

You are constantly amazed at how smart she is and how she is practically able to repair everything;

"How do you do that?"

"I'm a mechanic, babe, that's my job."

You love when she calls you like that;

You talk about her to Lexa almost every day and you are surprised yourself at how much complicity you happen to have with Raven;

Raven starts getting seriously excited for the marriage and doesn't look at it as a political move anymore;

She realizes that she hasn't felt genuinely joyous about something in a very long time and she takes awareness of her feelings for you;

It's a bit challenging for her to embrace these new feelings, since she feels a bit guilty about Finn, but she can't control her heart;

The day of the wedding, you're the one who panics: you realize that you want to give Raven the best of you and you wonder if you're not rushing her into a new thing before she's actually ready to face it;

That's when Lexa makes you think about it;

"Raven is strong and independent, she would have simply postponed the wedding. She has feelings for you, it's so clear to anyone. Just breath, little sis, and go marry the woman you love."

You feel a bit better, but nothing makes you realize how much you want this like seeing her dressed in traditional wedding clothes;

Your heart skips a beat, as much as hers, you both look stunning;

"Raven, you look... I don't even have words."

"Y/n, you are simply mesmerising."

You both compliment each others, your eyes watery and the brightest smile on your faces;

Raven can't stop looking at you during the whole ceremony, thinking about how lucky she is to have you;

You both hesitate to kiss a the end, since you never kissed, and you want your first kiss to be private, so you skip it;

The whole banquet is unbelievably perfect;

You dance with her, your eyes travelling to her lips quite often, since you want to kiss her so bad;

She feels the same but she knows that somehow you both are waiting to be alone for it;

"Can't wait for this feast to be over, I need to be with you."

She whispers in your ear and you smile, pressing your lips on her forehead;

Finally, the banquet ends and you walk to your new shared room, hand in hand;

As soon as you're alone, you can feel the tension;

There's excitement in the air, as much as tender embarrassment;

You caress her cheek, your thumb tracing her lower lip;

"I'd never thought to say it, but this combined marriage it's a pure blessing for me. I love you, Raven Reyes."

You finally confess your feelings, both scared and excited;

She looks at you, eyes watery and her hands caressing your hips;

"You took my broken heart and, with all of your kindness and comprehension, made it whole again. I am lucky to have you and I love you too, I wasn't hoping or expecting to fall for someone new, but Ai hod yu in."

You feel butterflies erupting in your stomach as soon as you hear her saying that she loves you in your language;

You smile, pulling her toward you and pressing your lips on hers;

You melt into her kiss, soft moaning escaping both of your lips while you passionately deepen it;

She smiles on your lips while you push her on your bed, her hands never stopping caressing you;

She feels safe, she feels home.

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ravenadottir · 2 years

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What would Hope’s route look like? I personally see her route as being more of a slow burn, maybe she realises she likes MC or Marisol as more than friends? The idea of her having a route is an idea I’ve had in the back of my mind for a while, it would be a perfect alternative route post.

i believe in slowburn supremacy for her as well, especially because she's so attached to noah and that might cloud her judgement and take her longer to realize her true feelings.

something i can see happening for her is using disaster recoupling as a time-out to revisit feelings she might have for other people than noah. so let's get started.

((this got so fucking long i- when i say 'long' I MEAN IT. i ended up getting in the zone and wrote some short scenes so...))

(word count: 4664 words so grab a snack before reading this one!)

💚 hope arrives and mc is the first person she sees from all islanders, i think that could have some impact, especially if mc responds with "that's because you're drop dead gorgeous".

💚 being so focused on one thing at a time definitely gets in the way; to fix her lapse of focus on us i would have mc tease hope instead of noah during the game of truth or dare, and that happens right after she makes a mistake about bisexuality by talking about her friend.

💚 embarrassed she comes to mc to talk about it and ask her when did she know she wasn't straight. you could choose one of the three:

"i've always known" // "it took me a solid crush on my best friend" // "it's a very recent discovery"

to which mc could complete the thought by telling the brief story about it, respectively:

"since i was a kid i was always intrigued by why people would stick to one gender" // "it was the hardest time but i'm happy it happened, otherwise it could've happened with someone who didn't care about my feelings." // "it doesn't really matter when, as long as you accept yourself the way you are, because who you love doesn't change anything."

💚 after this conversation hope is intrigued about how that went, mostly thinking how wise mc sounded.

💚 day 2 when mc shows how much she already knows hope makes a load of points in hope's book. i would even add "i don't care if someone knows how to cook. it's 2019, we have apps. i appreciate someone who doesn't care about something and owns up to it."

💚 when priya steals mc's partner i would make mc say "well, i knew she could go for him but... the person i like is still intact." and smirk at hope before leaving.

💚 on day 3, during the day, hope offers help and i would also make mc flirt. "i can't seem to couple up with the person i want so... the boys will do it... for now."

💚 slime challenge: there should be an option to be playful with the girls, like there is with marisol, so mc could pick the girl she wants to mess around with. choosing hope and the options should be:

"i'll protect you and stand in front of her" // "you look better in slime than i thought you would" // "say nothing and just rub shoulders and laugh"

💚 hope is flustered easily so there would be a nod from the narration box here. "Hope doesn't know where to look except at you but quickly brushes it off and laughs."

💚 when mc makes comments about lucas hope is divided between saying something towards him or mc. i would definitely make her smirk and say "already over that other person huh?" if mc compliments lucas. response: "like you said hope, i'm just enjoying the eye candy." and look pointedly at her.

💚 kiss and tell challenge. mc can kiss whoever she wants in her turns, and the boys will always kiss her. i would make hope make a comment or two instead of lottie. "wow, you're really on fire today huh?" she doesn't even notice what she's saying until it's too late. a nice touch would be noah saying "aw, babe, it's just a game, right?" reminding her who she really is coupled up with.

💚 during the vote for which boys wouldn't leave the villa with a girlfriend, hope tries to protect noah but with hesitation. "i really um, i think he could be leaving here with a girlfriend." the girls think she refers to herself but at this point she's not so sure.

💚 on day 9, inviting a boy for the date before the recoupling could be tricky. mc could say something like "so the boys are the only options?" and look directly at hope. (this could also be an option for marisol and lottie because well, we don't get gay enough in this game!)

💚 this is the first chance we get to go to the hideaway, or give up the chance to noah and hope. if you go she'll be asking you the next day what happened. if you gave them the chance she'll approach you the next day and insinuate nothing happened. these are the responses:

"why are you telling me this?" // "i thought you and noah were already there?" // "interesting"

to which she would respond, respectively:

"i just thought you would be... curious" // "we... were. i guess i wasn't feeling it last night." // "is it interesting?"

💚 operation nope is of the essence for her route, because even if mc goes for noah she would blame it on the jealousy she feels about hope, although i don't think hope is the kind of girl to rate that behavior so i would LOCK her route here if you went for noah, no matter what excuse you give her for it.

💚 if mc decides to tell her about it she can stop her from going to priya, and instead staying at the roof terrace to talk about her couple with noah.

"i think you might be realizing some things" // "do you want to stay with him for him?" // "you should talk to him about how he feels"

followed by "it doesn't matter if she goes for him but whether if you care about her betrayal or how noah feels about her. you need to know how you feel about your couple before talking to her."

💚 when everything goes down, and chelsea and jakub come in, hope is confused about her options, but mostly about how mc is right about her feelings towards noah. she won't talk about it for now though, just a few nods from the narration box on hope being uncomfortable with jakub investing in her.

💚 after her date with jakub she confides in mc. "i don't think he's my type, and to be honest i don't need more problems right now. i have enough to think about without any other interference."

💚 when the cake challenge happens the couple is falling apart not because of priya but because she's slowly realizing she's into invested in noah instead of taking some time to think about what she wants.

💚 disaster recoupling happens. when breaking up with noah hope looks at mc pointedly after stating they need to explore their options.

💚 the text comes for the girls to get ready for a trip. hope should be a paid option to talk to before leaving.

"how are you feeling after last night, hope?"

"i'm... confused. it was weird not sharing the bed with noah but... it was even weirder to share it with jakub."

"so you don't like him?"

"since he came in i haven't exactly given him any signs that i was interested, so i don't know he picked me last night."

"he did say he goes after what he wants."

hope smiles uncomfortably. "i don't want him."

mc could approach her a little close. "what do you want then?"

"i'm..." she takes a moment. "i am thinking about my options but... mostly i'm thinking about someone that i probably shouldn't."

options: "lottie? 'coz that would be scary" // "marisol? 'coz you guys have loads in common" // "who? i won't tell anyone..."

her responses, respectively: "ha! that would be beyond scary" // "marisol is a true mate to me in here, and we have so much in common but, i don't see her like that." // "promise?"

she continues, taking a seat nearby. "i really didn't know i would feel like this in here. i thought i would come in and be in between two boys but... right now i'm having doubts about that."

"and that never happened before?"

"it's confusing because we're raised to believe boys are the only option. coming in has definitely changed that for me. i'm catching myself thinking about the girls in more than just "oh, look how pretty she looks in that dress" and just going "look how pretty she is" and not having any sort of envy with it, you know? sometimes you take a look at a girl and think to yourself "i wish i had her body, or her nose, or her hair" but now?" she looks at mc with a tender tone to her voice. "now i just think "we would look good together." and it scares me."

options: "you should explore that" // "do you know what that means to you?" // "i also think we would look good together

respective answers: "i've been thinking it through, and i wish i had an answer right away' // "it means i'm probably having a really serious conversation with my family when i get home" // *flustered*

"how do you know when you should or not advance with a boy?"

"usually i talk to them, i kiss them, i go on dates."

"then maybe you should try that with whoever you think would be good for you."

mc could offer a hand for her to take and lean in, hope would for sure be too curious by now, just as confused, but not feeling as scared about it.

💚 i would have a soft kiss between them, especially because this is perfect timing for her to not be hung up on noah as much. not having that type of thought process could potentially let her feel this before making any rash decisions.

💚 after the kiss hope is completely dumbfounded and loses track of what she would say next. "that was... wow." she gets up and her hand lingers in mc's. before she can say anything else lottie's voice interrupts them. "girls! our carriage awaits!"

💚 in casa amor hope is feelings the absence of noah but she's not exactly unhappy to be able to share a moment or two with mc. those private chats they have really go to show her mc cares about her beyond attraction. "i thought i had a friend in you, turns out i have the things i've been looking for... i don't know how to feel about that."

"you have time."

"do i? not everyone has as much patience as i might need."

"if it's time you need then..." mc turns to her. "that's what you should have. i've been in the place you are right now, even when we're sure about the things we want we still might think twice before getting them. i have nothing but time for you."

hope smiles and holds mc's hand before they're interrupted by marisol with a text about the challenges.

💚 during the challenges hope is hesitant and makes comments about missing noah, but shows regret when saying them. she looks apologetically to mc before continuing with the tasks.

💚 she's very dismissive of the boys just like she is normally. when marisol asks her how she feels she responds with the same words but with different inflections and shooting mc glances.

💚 coming back from casa amor she's relieved jakub didn't switch because it mens she's safe now, and that noah still thinks about her and stayed single as well.

💚 after the conversation on the roof terrace, with your current partner, hope would be by herself a the firepit.

"am i interrupting?"

her face lights up. "no, not at all."

"doing some thinking?"

"more than that. doing some discovering... but you're probably tired of hearing that." the islanders start going to the bedroom but she stays put. "when i saw the boys coming back all i could think was if i was safe, instead of... if they stayed loyal to me, you know? i was concerned about not being able to stay and continue my journey than about them and their feelings. am i a bad person for feeling like this?"

"i don't think you are. you never liked jakub. and you and noah are broken up, it's natural to feel relieved to be safe."

"and i am. because i would've wasted the chance to get know the person i'm thinking about."

"so... what so we do now?"

"i'm not sure. i still have feelings for noah but..." she looks pensive. "i also have feelings for you. i know i need to make a decision but... i don't know how."

options: "can i plead my case?" // "is there anything i can do to help?" // "you should have a talk with noah"

no matter what option you choose she'll lean in and say "that's a good idea". i would also have a kiss scene here, much more heartfelt than attraction based so hope is hesitant but just as into it as mc is.

"hope grabs your hands and move them to her waist, an insisting smile playing on her lips as she leans in, her dark eyes reflecting the flames of the fire. the kiss is soft and involving, she almost lets go of the control entirely to you, her body relaxing under your touch."

options: "these are getting better"// "these are happening more frequently" // "i'll never get tired of these"

she responds with a flustered giggle before getting up. "let's go to bed before people come looking for us.

💚 the next day is around the drama about who kissed who and who spent the night with whom. she's still relieved noah wasn't the person who slept with someone and still runs to his arms.

💚 let's skip a couple of days, after the saving, when jo and elisa arrive. when the girls choose the boys for the date hope approaches you. "how are you feeling about them taking your boy to a date?"

"smile and say you don't care" // "laugh and say nothing"

she smiles in response. "fair."

💚 when the whole drama happens between shannon and jo i would make hope an option for the pool dialogue (just like i would make so many others. that was a huge waste of potential).

💚 in the dialogue i would include hope's hesitation about the next recoupling.

"i really think some of the boys might surprise us. what are you hoping for?"

"that i get first choice" // "that we can all end up with the person we want" // "that it ends as fast as it begins"

"recouplings can be really nerve wrecking. i never get used to them, especially after the last time." she chuckles. "that was a complete disaster."

"yeah." mc turns to the pool, dipping her legs, mirroring hope's motions. "what about you? what do you want?"

"i-" she stops herself. "i think i know exactly what i want." she smiles to herself before someone calls them to get inside.

💚 the public has been voting for the most popular girl and usually marisol takes the cake because she can choose mc on her route but i would make hope get this one.

💚 in the afternoonm after getting the text confirming hope is the chosen girl by the public, she approaches you but is really vague.

💚 after hope noah comes to you. i would make the conversation inescapable. "can we have a chat?"

"sure."

"i'm having a hard time to understand what's going on... i feel like hope might not choose me. do you know anything about it? did she tell you anything?"

"she hasn't said anything" // "we talked and i know who she's picking" // "she's picking me"

his respective answers: "i figured she would talk to you since you're so close" // "are you telling me who her choice is? because i'm feeling pretty nervous" // "what?!"

mc can proceed with "it's hope's choice, not yours. noah, that type of attitude right before a big choice is what made her think twice about trusting you. the whole priya ordeal and the indecision and lack of reassurance surely didn't help."

"that's harsh! it's not like i asked that to happen."

"you didn't make a choice either, the decision was made for you."

"but i want to stay with hope... we've been together since the beginning."

options: "is that reason enough?" // "i understand that but it's not about you" and continues the though with: "being together since the beginning but thinking about other people is not the same as being successful. you were thinking about the possibility of getting with priya and she's now going for someone else. this is probably for the best. would you like to find out that you two shouldn't be together and that she chose you just because of how long you were together in here? that doesn't seem reason enough to me. at least this way you can still meet someone else and maybe build something."

"right..." he's upset and fiddling with his watch as he looks at the sky. "i guess you have a point. i just... i just wanted her to know that i still like her despite everything that happened."

"she likes you, noah, just not as a couple. and this is something she needs to do for herself."

"yeah..." he gets up without saying anything else."

💚 at the recoupling hope gets the text. "well, it's me." she gets up with hesitation. "i've said many times that i came here to meet the right boy, and i think i've been going wrong about it this entire time. this might come as a shock to most of you but..." she looks at her own shoes, the camera panning to the girls' reactions. "i've found the person i want to get to know, that has showed what loyalty and care looks like. i can always count on them to make me feel better... to bring hot chocolate to me in a moment of need... to just..." she smiles again. "to just make me feel good about myself." the girls start whispering and the boys look at noah shocked, whose eyes don't meet anyone else's. "and i've been thinking about this for a long time, enough to say this is not a rash decision, or a temporary thing. i want to couple up with this person because i have feelings for them. i think they're extremely supportive and sweet, and i can't wait to get to know them better." the boys keep staring between hope and noah, some covering their mouths, others shaking their heads to make sure they're not dreaming. "so the person i want to couple up with is..."

💚 when she says mc's name marisol is the first one to clap for them. even if confused, the girls one by one follow her lead and do the same. noah bites his inner lip and stays quiet, clapping with low energy. mc walks to her and gives they exchange a peck (i won't budge on this one!).

💚 as they sit together hope shoots noah an apologetic look but holds hands with mc.

💚 recoupling goes:

ibrahim + jo

graham + marisol

gary + lottie

guy mc saved/brought from casa amor + chelsea

bobby + shannon

noah + elisa

💚 at the daybeds it's described noah and hope are sitting together. as mc goes over there, noah smiles weakly. "i'll grab something to drink..." he leaves but shoots a bashful look at mc.

💚 hope and mc finally have a conversation that leads to the roof terrace. i would be careful with the scene because this is the first time she would be having with a girl.

💚 at the roof terrace, hope approaches and steals a kiss from mc. "i feel right about my choice. how are you feeling?"

options: "i'm happy with your choice as well" // "i think we shouldn't waste more time"

hope is hesitant. "i've been thinking about this for a while..." she kisses mc's hand. "but i feel so safe being here with you." the scene would be lead by mc's choices. "i really want you to take control... i don't know what i'm doing..." she chuckles timidly."

"i want to make you feel like you chose the right person."

"i already know i did."

the narration box reads: "your hands explore the knot on her blouse, untying it as your lips find hers. you can feel her light trembling slowly fading as she relaxes into the kiss, her fingers fumbling with your waist as she leans in closer."

"i really want you to take control." she says as she unbuttons her top.

"your hands dance around the zipper of her pants, undoing it as your tongues meet. hope's eyes close as she feels your lips leaving a trail of kisses on her chest, her pants on a crumpled pile next to her top. you pull her on top of you as your fingers explore her underwear, playing with her expectations. she gasps as you pull her closer on yout lap."

"you're such a tease." she says, nervously.

options: "i love seeing you like this" // "i always come through"

she smiles as she feels your fingers grazing on her underwear, slowly exploring her layers, feeling the heat coming from her bare skin, her soft moaning resonating in the roof terrace as you continue to move your hand against her. you feel her hand grabbing your shoulder, the motion of her hips increasing as you continue to touch her deeply. hope's voice disappears as she looks into your eyes, her heartbeats audible from her chest."

"this feels amazing."

"you feel amazing."

"your lips linger on her ear, commanding her to move faster. her body trembles on top of yours as she loses herself in your touch, her soft moaning calling your name."

💚 when going to bed hope almost trips on her way there, seeing noah's face. he just nods and she gets into the covers with mc.

💚 the next morning you have the "discussing your future with li" and hope's words are honest. "i really don't know what the future holds for us but i'm happy to find out."

💚 grocery shopping would be fun because the dialogue would indicate how organized and planning ahead she is. part of the appeal of her route is to have those depths explored and i would love to have her writing a full list and ticking item by item as you grab them.

💚 heart monitor challenge, hope dances for you of course. she starts off very bashfully but soon loosening up as the girls cheer her on. "it's nice to have this support." she says as she leans in and whispers in mc's ear.

she sits on mc's lap and lies against her chest, hope's neck within reach of mc's lips. before you can do something she moves forward, teasingly. "not now." she says in a low voice."

💚 when you go dance on her lap, she's with the boys (because this is litg). the boys cheer mc on except for noah. hope is welcoming even though she whispers "i feel like someone's eyes are burning on the side of my face"

options: "that doesn't matter" // "i don't mind the audience" // "that's all he can do"

her heart is gonna flutter no matter what, she'll always have higher heartbeats than yours. when pointed out she'll respond: "can you blame me?"

"was it too uncomfortable for you?"

"it was at the beginning. but i couldn't take my eyes off you, it was easy to forget anything else was happening."

💚 after the challenge a dumping takes place: marisol and graham get the least votes from the public and leave the villa. before saying goodbye marisol hugs hope and says how proud she is since hope took a chance and chose with her heart.

💚 roof terrace scene with the heart monitors. i want hope to feel more confident in her moves with mc, enough to have her saying "i want to try something..."

she pulls mc to the seat, staying behind her, moving her hands up mc's thighs as she kisses her neck. it wouldn't be as long but it would be impactful.

💚 the next morning mc receives the text about the date, and if it's lucas hope is even more jealous. she won't show as explicitly but she'll be concerned because she remembers the boys is ruthless.

💚 i would love to see hope showing vulnerability because she usually tries to put up a strong front and she deserves a moment to be soft.

💚 hannah will also be coming back, and we all remember she talks about the cameras catching hope and noah going to the cupboard together. she'll absolutely drop this information here as well. noah and hope get flustered and mc gets a say on the matter.

options: "do you think the cameras caught us last night, babe?" // "it's in the past, hannah" // "i could never use so little space..."

no matter what mc says hope shakes her head bashfully but can't help chuckling. "noah and i were together and now we're not..."

💚 by the daybeds they have a talk after the date. hope expresses how insecure she gets about lucas. "i remember he was really into you when he was here... i just need to know if i should be worried." she sighs. "when all that operation thing happened i really felt alone because i needed reassurance... noah didn't give me any."

options: "i'm not noah" // "you don't a thing to worry about" // "i will be honest with you always"

if you choose the first or the second, mc follows with "you have to stop comparing our couples. i'm not him, and this is not another operation deal. i'm with you."

the third is "if i feel anything about him i'll be honest with you. i know i can, but there's nothing to worry about unless i tell you something."

💚 compatibility test comes up and hope's options would be:

first holiday: abroad, winter break: her place, cat or dog: cute small dog, kids or career: career, move to: player's choice

💚 final recoupling: mc gets first choice. they exchange lovely words but hope's speech is unique.

"i'm so happy to couple up with the person who had my back no matter what happened. i know i can count on you for everything and it's just..." she gets emotional. "i feel so cherished when i'm with you. i know we had a bumpy road to get here but i hope it was worth it for you, because it was worth it for me."

💚 day 26, another dumping happens. this time is rahim and jo.

💚 day 27, the baby challenge. people *clears throat* THE GIRLS keep telling hope or mc how they'll change her mind later. mc would be supportive like she can be.

"ok, what if i told you "hey, don't have babies now, you might regret later." what would you say then?" to the girls. hope is thankful and the discussion go as the game was written to be.

💚 noah is still feeling some type of way but he takes care of his doll, observing how dismissive of the baby hope and mc are, realization dawning on him about how incompatible he and hope were.

he asks mc to have a chat to talk about it. "i don't have anything mean to say about you and her. you were right when you said the choice was hers, and now i can see how stubborn i was being." he sighs. "i'm sorry i was such a knob... you two deserve to be happy."

options: "it hurt when you didn't support us" // "i didn't have expectations from you" // "we can get passed this now"

"we definitely can be mates if you want to. i should have a chat with hope about this though. i want to make sure she knows there's no hard feelings."

"she has been feeling some type of way about it. she was afraid you wouldn't understand."

"i think i understood it before i accepted it was the end. but you're right, you were looking out for me and i... i was selfish. i'll talk to her."

💚 beach day happens and hope stays with the boys. that's where noah approaches her for a talk, and she tells you the gist of it later.

💚 you lose the challenge if you don't take care of the doll but hope is relieved to not having to look out for it.

💚 another dumping happens and this time it's noah and shannon.

before leaving he hugs mc, unexpectedly and says: "i didn't want to leave now but... there's no denial i wouldn't last much longer." he tears up and hugs hope too. "do me a favor, will you?"

"yeah?"

"win. you two will need a vacation after this."

💚 let's skip to prom and the speech:

"you all know how i came here looking for the one, and i know i found the one i can trust. someone that i can be myself and not be afraid of mincing my words. that's all i can ask for, someone who understands i don't mean to be cruel when i'm sad or angry, that sees through me and makes me feel safe. you are that someone i can talk to about anything, that gives me reassurance and makes me feel wanted. it took me some time to come with terms with who i am, but i'm happy i did. i'm now leaving with a person that truly wants me as much as i want her. i couldn't be happier."

💚 hope being an end-game option would be so fucking cool! i want the finale to go almost as the others did. i don't her wanting to move in right away because it would OOC, but i want her to make plans to travel with mc after the finale party.

"we can go somewhere sunny, just the two of us, and have a well deserved rest without recouplings and exes lingering around."

#litg #litg hope #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #alternative routes #queue

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mindninjax · 3 years

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Awake

Bakugo x Reader (duh)

wc: 1.7k

A/n: Had a full on mental breakdown yesterday. Tried to sleep tonight. Couldn’t. Wrote this instead. I listened to Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wolf while writing it and it’s the song that’s referenced in this. I could link it but I’m lazy and depressed so I’m not gonna *dabs sadly*. Anyway here’s a comfort Fic I guess.?

Bakugo: Hey

(2:38AM): uh…hey?

Bakugo: You up?

(2:39 AM): clearly… clearly I’m up Bakugo. Why are you?

Bakugo: Can't sleep.

(2:39 AM): oh. I’m sorry.

Bakugo: Come outside?

(2:40 AM): like outside outside?

Bakugo: What other outside would there fucking be?

(2:41 AM): don’t curse at me stupid. I meant the balcony? Or are we going for a walk or something?

Bakugo: Fine. Nevermind. Forget I asked.

…

Bakugo: Balcony.

(2:52 AM): gimme five to put on pants.

Bakugo: Ok

(2:52 AM): folk or classical?

Bakugo: Ugh neither.

(2:53 AM): neither wasn’t an option shit head. Pick one.

Bakugo: Whatever you played last time. It helped me feel far away.

(2:54AM): Folk it is.

You put your phone down, the light dying and drawing you back into the darkness of your room. It’s quiet, you can hear him rustling on the other side of the wall, hear the balcony door slide open in his apartment next door and then shut.

You sit in bed for a moment, your heart the only thing thrumming in your ears as you take a deep breath. The city is quiet for the first time in a long time. There are no cars on the street, no sirens, just the sleepy lazy sound of the wind blowing and alley cats slinking through the garbage filled alleyways.

Then you get up, grab a pair of sweatpants and exchange the large holey t-shirt you’re wearing for a comfy but secure cami top. You search around your room for the little Bluetooth speaker and pause when your eyes fall on your acoustic guitar. You smile to yourself, it's perfect. You’ve been thinking about the song, the chords should be easy enough to grasp, and the words have been drifting around your head for days now.

You grab your phone to send him another quick text.

(2:58AM): Change of plans. The roof.

He doesn’t hesitate.

Bakugo: Ok.

He’s up on the roof of your city apartment building before you are, gazing out at the city lights , the moon in the sky blazing white shimmering light through his ash blond locks. He doesn’t turn around or acknowledge your presence when you land delicately on your toes and deactivate your air quirk. He’s wearing a red tank top, must’ve had to change out of the usual black one he wears to bed from all the sweat. His shoulders look broad and you can see the scars rippling down the muscles of his arms.

“Took you long enough, even with your floaty little air quirk,” he taunts, back still to you.

“And yet you’re still here,” you quip back, rolling your eyes and grabbing a crate to sit on. You pull another over and plop it down across from you the same time he turns to join you on the other crate. He has dark circles under his eyes, there’s still a gleam of sweat shimmering on his jaw and neck. He watches in anticipation as you ready the guitar on your leg and hook your arm over it, expert fingers finding the correct chords to strum a lovely tune.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, gesturing to the guitar. You smile down at the guitar, concentrating on the correct note in your mind to start the song.

“It’s a nice night,” you murmur, eyes still focused on the instrument on your lap.

The muttered “It is now,” is swallowed by the sound of you strumming the strings softly diving into the tune as you rock back and forth. You close your eyes and hear Bakugo take a deep calming breath in and out before you start singing the lyrics.

I'm being frightened by the people

They look at me like I'm a scar upon their perfect skin

Perfect to only them

I'm being shadowed by my past

Reminding me of what I was and what I could become

My sins should stay where they belong

The wind is blowing gently and you can smell Bakugo’s sweet scent on the breeze. His crisp pine scented body wash mixes with his smoky sweet scent and it almost feels like the two of you are sitting around a campfire. Your voice drifts dreamily over the lyrics, enunciating the words and basking in the ease of the notes while putting your own lovely spin on it.

Listen to my voice

Close your frightened eyes

Hide behind my love for you

Fear's only a choice

One that we all must make some day

So know you're not alone in this

It’s clear and strong like a bell, punctuating every phrase with meaning that sits in Bakugo’s core and makes his heart do that weird thing where it’s fluttering but also extremely tranquil at the same time. When you end the song and finally open your eyes, he’s looking at you incredulously.

“How do you do that?”

“Hmm?” you say, placing the guitar against a huge wooden pallet gently.

“How do you fucking do that? Every time. It’s fucking creepy.”

“You mind elaborating, dummy? I’m not a mind reader.”

“Coulda fooled me,” he grunts, rolls his eyes and folds his arms, pouting.

You roll your eyes before chuckling and answer the question you already know he’s asking. “Somewhere out there. Someone has made a song for every feeling you’ve ever felt. So I won’t take credit for that.”

“But you show them to me.”

“Yes,” you say this as if it’s an obvious statement.

“And play them for me.”

“Yes.” Again, another obvious statement. Why wouldn’t you play them for him. It’s why the two of you are here. Right?

“And make them….ya know… sound good and shit,” he says, stuttering over the words as his cheeks and ears start to turn pink.

You smirk, “You can say I sound pretty. I won’t tell anyone you said it,” you tease.

“Tch. Idiot.”

There’s a beat of silence, you’re lost in your thoughts staring up at the starry sky before you look at him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to even if I say no.”

“Correct. Why do you text me when it happens? Why me?”

He shrugs his shoulders, looks away sheepishly and doesn’t meet your questioning gaze. "Don't know.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow, “Yes you do”

He sighs, holds out a hand to gesture as if it’s obvious. Why would you be asking this? Especially after the many nights the two of you have done this. “Just feels right I guess. And after we talk I can go back to sleep just fine.”

“You realize what that is right?” You lean in closer to him, elbows on your thighs, chin in your hands. “That’s called trusting someone.”

“Sure I guess.”

Another beat of silence and then a long winded sigh from you, one that definitely says “I’m tired of this” and it makes a shiver of fear run up his spine.

“Look Bakugo. I’m not usually one that skates around feelings. And as much as I enjoy late night jam sessions or sneaking out and gazing at the moon with you until you feel ok enough to sleep, I…”

He holds his breath, “What?”

“Hmm…” you have a finger up to your chin in the universal thinking pose.

His heartbeat picks up and his fingers start to fiddle in the pocket of his sweatpants. “Fucking what? You just said you don’t skate around feelings so what?”

You frown at him, “Hold your flippin’ horses I’m thinkin’ first.”

“‘Flippin’ horses?’ You’re such a weirdo.”

And now you’re glaring. "Speaking of thinking before speaking. You should try it.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no hostility to it and he knows you know it.

“Very original. ANYWAY, I was going to say despite your constant attitude and constant shouting, I still really like hanging out with you. So I’d like to not only hang out at…”you pull your phone from your pocket and gaze at the tiny blue screen, “4 AM”

Another pause as he processes his elation. He’s happy you’re not telling him this is the last time. But this isn’t the hard part. “Ok.”

You squint suspiciously. “I mean it.”

“So do I.”

“Then say it aloud to me,” you challenge.

This is the hard part.

He takes a few deep breaths and then… “I don’t wanna be just friends with you. I don’t know what any of that shit even means. All the stupid lovey dovey shit Raccoon Ey-”

“Ashido.”

It’s his turn to glare. “Fine, Ashido talks about all the time. All I know is no one talks to me the way you do. And I always feel calm around you. Calmer than usual. I always wanna hang out more with the idiots when you’re around to hang out with them too.”

You smile but hide it behind your fingertips. He doesn’t look finished so you nod to encourage him to finish.

“And I don't know what it is. But whenever I wake up from the fucking …” He doesn’t say the word “nightmare”. He struggles with it like if he says it he’s surrendering to weakness or something. “Whenever I wake up the only thing I think of is you. Wishing you were there, like a fucking idiot. But it never goes away, not until I text you and I see you and I hear your voice.” His head is in his hands, like he’s ashamed to admit this to you.

It’s quiet again, some cars from below have started bustling on the street. The morning wind carries his scent and the city's waking smells of coffee and fresh baked bread. You stand quietly and walk over to him, head still hanging in his hands as he crouches over on the crate.

You hug him, force yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his head. And at first he stiffens but he doesn’t pull away from you or move out of your grasp. He just sits there with his arms hanging limply at his sides,eyes wide, and your arms wrapped around his head. His ear is pressed against your chest, listening to the city waking around you. You're warm and you smell impossibly good and he knows this is what he craves when he wakes up from those terrifying nightmares. Your embrace is the cure.

“I like being here. I like being there for you.”

Then his arms move up to wrap around your waist and he hugs you back and sighs into your chest. He stays there for at least 10 minutes listening to the steady beating of your heart.

And then he quietly mutters, “Thanks.”

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #marquie writes #yea it’s unedited #I just told y’all I was depressed #sheesh #idk what I’m doing anymore #I’m numb and empty 🙃

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MoaM Wrap up Party - Day 1 Reflections

So @petalsfordraco and @willowalla have organized a lovely wrap-up party to celebrate the end of MoaM over in the RoR discord server. I missed the discussion prompts for the first handful of days, but I still wanted to mull them over. And I decided I rather liked the idea of archiving my answers to the discussion prompts here for posterity.

Please beware of spoilers below the cut. I've specifically referenced scenes and pulled quotes from Chapter 1 and Chapter 33, as well as referenced a plot point from Chapter 35.

Day 1 - Favorite Scene

Please enjoy this gorgeous graphic by @willowalla

So I've sat on this a long time. A long fucking time. I think for me, for the way I consumed and experienced this story, for the way I could see my own experiences echoed, my favorite scene has to be Hermione's conversation with Andromeda in Chapter 33.

I love this scene for so many reasons. It is so emotional. I wept the entire way through it, and actually had to stop on two separate occasions for a full mental breakdown. But importantly, this conversation with Andromeda is a fulcrum - the culmination of so many moments leading to this conversation, and also a springboard for so many moments that come after. Yes, a huge focus of this story is Draco's growth (the father, the son, the man), but growth is an overarching theme for the entire story. This particular scene highlights Hermione's growth so far, and the growth yet to come. It brilliantly reminds us of where she started back in Chapter 1:

"Hermione had cleared away the rot and negative decay of her old life to create the space needed for new growth. And she had grown. She was still growing."

Ok, jumping into the scene in question:

Chapter 33 Andromeda talk

This fucking passage. I love it so much. I love its placement in this chapter, smack in the middle of Part 3 (The Man/Everything). And it perfectly sets up the ending scene of the chapter, when Hermione doesn't run away, but stands still.

"To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. He's a hard lesson because you're having to learn in both foresight and hindsight, all while gaining insight within yourself and him. It's not an easy or simple task in addition to everything life has thrown your way." Andromeda turned to her. "Don't run from the challenge simply because it makes you uncomfortable."

"I have no intentions to." Hermione inhaled then released the breath slowly until her lungs were empty. "Not that I could run. Life goes on and I'm cemented to the ground."

Chapter 33 Andromeda talk:

"You are one of the strongest people I know, but being strong isn't your only choice, nor is it always an option. It's okay to hurt, to be afraid, to worry, but you don't have to keep everything bottled up. It's okay to let people help you."

This passage absolutely fucking wrecked me. I sobbed for 20 minutes. Because it hit so close to home (the absolute therapy of this story, am I right?). But watching Hermione lean into her support group more and more throughout this story is one of my favorite parts. At this point, she's coming off the attack. She's relying on those around her because she has no other choice. As the story progresses we see her make the choice to rely on those around her, particularly Draco, a far cry from where she started. And by the time we get to Chapter 42 we see how fully and easily she continues to make this choice.

Chapter 33 Andromeda talk:

SCREAMING, CRYING, THRASHING ABOUT. This passage set off the second of my emotional breakdowns in this scene. "You're just standing still. And you're allowed to." Fucking woof. An important reminder. An essential lesson. It flows so beautifully into the ending scene of the chapter, when Draco lays all his cards on the table, says he's ready for everything, and acknowledges that she isn't yet. It leads us to the moment Hermione stands still, not moving forward, but not stepping back:

"You're not cemented to the ground, Hermione. You're not trapped by what happened to you or whatever it is that's happening that you won't speak about. You're just standing still. And you're allowed to."

Hermione brushed away more rogue tears as they escaped.

"You'll think through everything and make a decision to move in the direction of your choosing. Once you make up your mind, you commit completely. You have always been like this, so I have faith that you will figure out how to deal with whatever is weighing so heavily on you."

She closed her eyes and focused.

"But, for now, stand tall and know that I am with you. I will always be here."

Hermione leaned into the comfort of her steady presence. "There's a lot I want to talk to you abo—"

"Don't. Not now." Andromeda held her hand that trembled. "Right now we need to stand still."

And though the words to stop him were fresh on her lips, Hermione kept her love close rather than giving voice to a thought her own hesitation and denial every step of the way wouldn't let him believe. Not yet.

What a powerful fucking moment. Goddamn. I was so proud of her. And it sets her up for the first steps in Chapter 34. And then Chapter 35, when she begins to move forward. When she starts deliberately making the space in her life for Draco and Scorpius (hello blueprints). The Earth found her gravity again.

#measure of a man #moam #moam wrap up party #favorite scene #i made myself emosh again #will neither confirm nor deny the presence of any additional tears from revisiting this scene

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