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cowgurrrl · 3 months

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Dear Arkansas Daughter

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: A truce [2.8k]

Warnings: guilt, Andie being a menace, so much yearning, Ellie has an anxiety attack, comfort, June pushing her Mary Oliver agenda once again

You don't speak to Joel all throughout the winter break. You get so busy with family events, work, and painting that you don't even notice it until a song he recommended comes on while you're working, and you reach for your phone to tell him about it. You stared at his contact for a little too long, debating your options, before you finally sighed and threw your phone on your bed.

Sarah's home for the break. He's probably busy with the girls. The last thing he needs is to hear from you after you got out of his truck without even saying a proper goodbye. The silence feels like a staring contest or a challenge of wills to see who will break no contact first. It sucks, but thankfully, Ellie is none the wiser and even texts you Merry Christmas with a picture of her and Sarah with reindeer ears on the abnormally cold December morning. You reason this is the best-case scenario for a really shitty situation. No reason for anyone to get more involved than they absolutely have to, right?

Andie's reappearance on Texas soil is a welcome reprieve from the guilt. You pick her up from the airport once she gets back from visiting her parents in Dallas and run into her arms like she's a long-lost lover. "You're here!" You yell as you squeeze her tight.

"You're here!" She mimics. Her dark curls tickle your face, and she laughs loudly in your ear, but you don't care. Just having her within the same zip code again makes you feel like a kid. On the drive to your apartment, you sing along to a playlist she curated specifically for your time together— a perfect mix of Beyonce, ABBA, and Joni Mitchell— and talk about everything from her parents to work to Vienna weather. She takes all of five steps into your apartment before she guns for your newest canvases drying against the wall.

"Those aren't done!" You scold but you couldn't stop her from fawning over them if you tried.

"Are you kidding? These are amazing." She says, gasping when she sees the corner of another one peeking out behind the stack. "Babe!"

"Alright, alright, calm down. They're still in the early stages. They probably won't look anything like this when they're done."

"You're right. I'm sure they'll be even better when they're done," she calls as you walk into your bedroom and drop her suitcase at the foot of the bed. You don't have a guest room, and there's no way you're gonna make her sleep on the couch, so you get to have a good old-fashioned sleepover again. You’re secretly really excited just to sit in bed and do nothing with her. When you walk back into the living room, she's holding an old, reworked painting with a fond smile. "Are you going to submit these for exhibition?" She asks, and you shrug as you lean against the back of the couch.

"I don't know. Maybe? They just don't feel done."

"That's because the longer you stare at something, the more things you want to change about it."

"It's not a bad thing to want to make sure something's perfect."

"If you wait for perfection, you'll never make anything, and you know that." She says, cocking an eyebrow at you, and you roll your eyes at how well she knows you. "Isn't that what you tell your students?"

"Oh, God, please don't pull the teacher card on me right now. I'm supposed to be on vacation." You groan, and she laughs.

"Does it count as vacation if we have to go to the student showcase tonight?" She asks.

"Yes, it does because you're here, and I don't have to lecture a group of thirty teenagers about pointillism," you say. "And you really don't have to come. All I have to do is show up to support the kids for a couple of hours and leave. I'll be home before nine, and then we can go out and actually do something fun."

"Is Hot Single Dad gonna be there?" She asks, waggling her eyebrows at you, and you give her a look.

"You said you'd stop calling him Hot Single Dad."

"Hot Single Dad is so fun, though," she whines. "Also, you're avoiding the question. Is he gonna be there?"

"Ellie's work is being shown, so yeah, most likely, but there will be lots of people there. I doubt we'll even see him."

"Oh, I'll see him."

"Andrea Lynn," you scold, and she throws her hands up. "We're gonna go and be professional and not cross any lines that could get us in trouble, right?" You think you're saying it more for your own benefit than hers, but she still puts up three fingers and nods.

"Scouts honor."

The gallery's atrium is buzzing with conversation and excited kids from all across the district. The winter sun set long ago, but the warm lighting of the space makes it feel a little less oppressive. Small trays of refreshments make their rounds as you talk with other teachers and some parents you know. You introduce Andie to each of them, mostly to sing her praises about being a professional musician in Vienna, and she chatters away with anyone about anything. You easily kill half an hour just mingling with people before the exhibition officially starts.

At the hour, someone on the school board (you don't know their name or position, and honestly, you think it's too late to pretend like you care enough to find out) stands on a makeshift stage and says something about the importance of art in academia. You doubt it's a sentiment he actually shares, considering you've never seen him at any other art-related events, but you clap politely anyway. Halfway through his spiel, you just barely catch the sound of squeaky boots coming through the door and turn to see the source without fully thinking it through.

There, through the crowd of heads, you lock eyes with Joel. Tommy and Ellie are at his side and wave politely. Sarah must've gone home before the New Year. You think you remember him saying something about her working at a clinic in Boston? You're a little disappointed you won't get to meet her, especially after hearing such amazing things, but you can't focus on that. Joel's eyes don't move from yours, even when Ellie and Tommy turn their attention to the speaker at the front.

His hair has gotten long since the last time you saw him, the curls defiantly sweeping around his ears after an obvious attempt to tame it, and he looks well-rested. Despite the extra length of his hair, his beard has been recently trimmed and the salt-and-pepper stubble well maintained. He's wearing a nice dark green shirt (a Christmas gift?) and a well-broken-in denim jacket. He looks good. Of course, he does. Andie notices you're not paying attention and bumps your shoulder.

"'S that Hot Single Dad?" She whispers, and you shake your head.

"Not here." You beg. She seems to want to question you further about it, but she doesn't. You're sure she'll buy you a drink or two to loosen up after this and spill your guts. You sit through the rest of the speech without any more hiccups before you're finally allowed to view the gallery.

Everyone is all smiles and excited chatter when you enter the colorful room. Thrilled parents take pictures of their kids next to their work, and proud art teachers point out their student's talents to others. There's a wide array of art. Anything from photography, drawings, paintings, sculptures, and even a video of a performance projected onto the wall. You catch bits of people’s conversations and hear a lot of chatter about the artist from your school. You don’t need any more context to know who they’re talking about. You and Andie walk side-by-side in silence as you look at the different works, only talking when you come across one of your kids' works. She makes you take a picture in front of each one, and you feel a little silly, but you can't fight the pride in your chest.

Andie has always had the unique ability to celebrate you for things you wouldn't celebrate yourself for. In reality, all you did was push them to make the art and consult them through the process, but she reminds you that they might not even have made anything if it weren't for you. It makes you feel special and seen. It makes you wish she lived closer so you could do the same for her by showing up to performances and taking pictures of her in her element so she can cherish them. It makes you forget about Hot Single Dad until Tommy rushes up to you, calling your name.

"Mr. Miller, it's good to see you." You greet politely, but he's out of breath and looks stressed as he looks at both of you. He softens when he sees Andie and takes a deep breath to pull himself together.

"I don't believe we've met," he charms and offers his hand to Andie. "I'm Tommy, Ellie's uncle."

"I'm Andie, the forever teacher's pet," she shakes his hand and gives you a look over her shoulder. "Honey, you didn't tell me how handsome Ellie's uncle is." She says. Tommy smirks and looks flattered, but mentioning Ellie brings him back to the moment.

"Ellie's askin' for you." He says, and you furrow your brows and look behind him.

"Where is she? Is she okay?"

"She got real upset bout somethin' but wouldn't say. She just said she wanted to talk to you." Fuck, you think. Did she find out? If so, how? There's no way Joel would've told her, especially tonight of all nights. Is she upset about how her art is being shown? Is she mad at you? Possibilities run through your head and twist your stomach into knots, but you don't hesitate to follow Tommy. If she says she needs you, then you need to be there.

Andie follows closely behind as you and Tommy weave through the crowd until you come to a stairwell off the side of the gallery, away from overlapping voices and bright colors. When the door creaks open and echoes through the empty space, you see Joel and Ellie sitting on a step, tears staining her face. Andie says something about hanging back, and Tommy agrees to wait with her, but all your focus is on the crying kid in front of you. You wait until the door shuts behind you to settle onto the step under theirs and pull Ellie's hand out of her balled-up fist. Joel watches you carefully but doesn't try to stop you.

"Hey," you say gently, like she's a scared animal. "What's goin' on? I heard you wanted to talk to me."

"I," she tries, but her voice catches in her throat, and more tears well in her eyes. You rub your thumb across her knuckles and shush her gently.

"You're alright. Take a breath, okay?" She does, and Joel reaches out to rub her back soothingly. A few more tears fall down Ellie's face as you wait her out. You catch Joel's eyes over her shoulder, and he gives you a grateful look. All you do is nod.

"I'm not good enough to be here," she finally gets out. "Everyone's work is so much better than mine, and I... I think they made a mistake. I can't compete."

"That's not true. That's what your anxiety is telling you. That's not even close to the truth." You say firmly. She shakes her head as she looks at her dad.

"We shouldn't have even come." She says, and he pulls her under his arm, kissing her temple.

"Honey, they took your art for a reason. We're not here by accident. We're here because you worked hard and made somethin' so beautiful that they had to show it."

"He's right," you say. "Hundreds of students apply for this exhibition every year, and every year, hundreds of students get rejected. But not you. You worked and earned your spot here. How many days did you show up early to my classroom to work on it, huh?" You ask, and she wipes her eyes. She seems to calm down a little at your words but still shrugs like she’s unsure of herself.

"I don't know."

"Ellie, you were in my room for at least a month straight working on this. Somedays, you were painting before I even had a chance to turn on the lights. You got up early and stayed late, and it shows. You made something so wonderful the district couldn't keep it a secret. Do you know how many people are talking about your yellow painting?"

"People were talking about it?" She asks, and you nod, squeezing her hand.

"They kept saying they'd be surprised if you didn't win, and I'm not just saying that because I'm your art teacher. I'm saying that because it's true." You say. She chews at her bottom lip and stares at her shoes as she thinks.

You knew about Ellie's anxiety long before this moment. She's spent many planning periods in your classroom venting or crying about it, and you pointed her to the correct resources. She's in therapy and on medication to help her control it, but it still rears its ugly head every once in a while. With all the teenage emotions and daily battles, you're not surprised that it does. But it does surprise you that she can't see how special she is. She works so fucking hard— sometimes too much— and she gives her all in everything she does. Of course, people are going to recognize that greatness. Of course, she deserves to be here. Of course, she's going to be amazing.

"Every time I look at it, I just see all the bad things about it." She admits, and you sigh. Of course, she treats her work the exact same way you do.

"I do the same thing," you say, and she looks at you with wide eyes like she wasn't expecting you to actually cop to it. "It doesn't matter how much time I spend on it or if I like the concept; I will find a million things wrong with a piece before I can admit that it's a semi-okay piece of work. I have a canvas sitting in my apartment right now that makes me want to throw up every time I look at it."

"How do you get over it?"

"I'll let you know the second I figure it out," you say, and she smiles a little now that she knows she's not alone in her internal fight. "You deserve to be here, kid. You are hard-working, creative, and smart. You are going to make so much beautiful art in your life, you won't believe it. And it's true that it won't always be the best, and you won't always love it, but the thing all great artists have, regardless of medium, isn't talent. It's resilience. If you wait for perfection, you'll never make anything, so you have to keep going and making things even when you feel like it's bad because the world needs your art. The world needs you, Ellie." You say, echoing Andie's words from earlier. She takes a deep breath, and the weight on her shoulders seems lighter. Her anxiety rolls away like a wave from the shore. It will be back again and again, but she knows people are going to grab her before she can drown. She knows she's got lighthouses. She knows she's okay.

"Thank you," she mumbles, and you nod as you squeeze her hand. She relaxes into Joel and looks up at him. "'M sorry."

"You've got nothin' to be sorry for, baby girl. I'm on your team," he says. He looks at you and chews the inside of his cheek. "We're both on your team." It's a peace offering. An end to the challenge. An acknowledgment that you can't ignore each other forever. You take a deep breath and let your free hand squeeze his calf where Ellie can't see, letting him know you know.

You read a poem once in college about not being afraid of joy and taking advantage of the happiness while it's there. You remember reading the words "Joy is not made to be a crumb" and feeling your chest crack open in that funny way that only art can cause. It couldn't have been longer than two hundred words, and you read it so long ago you're surprised you even remember it, but you're glad you do. You're glad Joel and Ellie came into your life. You're glad you made so many memories with him, and you hope he'll let you in enough to make more as friends. You're glad you called the parent-teacher meeting when you did.

You decide joy is not made to be a crumb, but neither is affection. In that cold, dingy stairwell in downtown Austin, you think you could paint something about this feeling. You think you could be okay with its imperfections. You think you could even submit it. You think you could win the bet.

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myosotis-garden · 8 months

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Lyney × GN/Male Reader Headcanon

Fluff

Cw : None

~Headcanons~

He’s the sweetest boyfriend ever, no kidding, he loves you so much and would probably die for you.

He didn’t believe in love at first sight until he saw you. It was at one of his shows that you were there in the public, amazed by all of his tricks, even the simplest. The way you smiled and the stars in your eyes were framed in his brain.

(He probably messed up one or two things because he was too focused looking at you)

Lucky him (or maybe this was on purpose…) you were selected to go on stage and participate in a magic trick with him. Having recently learned the language of flowers, he took the opportunity to offer you a Rainbow Rose.

He was pretty confident and happy with himself… Until you went and talked to him after the show. Oh boy, he is a blushing mess, his confident and flirty persona gone.

Lynette is probably watching from afar with her usual blank expression, trying to figure out what happened to her brother.

After being able to get your name and having planned a rendez-vous (it’s a date for Lyney) he’s the happiest man on earth. He talks about you the whole night to Lynette and Freminet, about how handsome you are, about how pretty and charming your smile is, about how your voice is so relaxing to listen to…. He’s already obsessed even though he just saw you for not even 1 day.

Before your rendez-vous with him he is absolutely dying inside, he’s so stressed and nervous, he has been doing his hair for 30 minutes now, not being satisfied with how it looks even though Lynette reassures him that it looks the same.

During your meeting, he will be a bit anxious at first but let him about 15 minutes, and his usual confident and flirty persona is back.

… Until you start to flirt back. His brain is overheating, and he is hiding behind his hat, mumbling words you can’t understand.

Each date you too have, be prepared to receive Rainbow Roses from Lyney, e-very-time.

He probably gives you flowers by doing magic tricks, though, making you take them out of his hat, him making them appear randomly in your hair or on your clothes. At some point, he even asked Lynette to help him do more amazing tricks.

~Small Drabble~

Today, you were going on another rendez-vous (date) with Lyney. You stopped counting how many you two had, but you always had a lot of fun while with him. When you were getting ready, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you had planned for Lyney today… He was always gifting you flowers, so you decided to return the favor. Once you were ready, you took your bouquet of Rainbow Roses and went out to the meeting place.

As you approach you see Lyney, he is facing back at you and he seems focused on his hands, as you come closer you can see that he is playing with some cards, probably doing a magic trick while waiting for you.

“Lyney ?” You softly say as you’re now close to him, hiding the bouquet of roses behind your back.

Even though your voice wasn’t loud at all, Lyney jumps, and all of his cards do too, flying in random places. He turns around with a smile. “Hello, dear” He says, trying to act all confident even though you scared him to death 5 seconds ago. He gets up and picks up his cards one by one.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” You say, wanting to laugh at the way he jumped but containing yourself “I hope i didn’t make you wait for too long.”

“Oh no you’re fine it’s okay” He smiles, going closer to you after having picked up his cards. “Anyway dear, are you ready for your first magic trick of the night? I was practicing just before you arrived.”

“Uh well i wanted to be the one doing a magic trick tonight” you reply, Lyney’s purple eyes open wide, but he then smiles. “Of course, show me!”

You smile, taking his hat with one hand, the other still hiding the bouquet, and you show him inside the hat. “Mhm see there’s nothing in there, right?” Lyney smiles and shakes his head.

You smile back “And now I will-.. Oh my god, look a shooting star !” You point to the sky, distracting Lyney. Your distraction worked, and Lyney looked at the sky “Uh ? I don’t see it.. ” You took the opportunity to put the bouquet in his hat (he probably knew you lied to him to distract him, but he decided to play along).

“Oh well, you might have missed it.. Oh, but look over here !” You call out, and Lyney looks back at you. “Oh my a bouquet of Rainbow Roses just for you!” You happily say.

A blush appears on his pale cheeks. “For me..?” You nod. He takes the bouquet, and you put the hat back on his head. “You’re always the one giving me flowers, so I decided to return the favor…" Also, a friend of mine recently told me what offering a Rainbow Roses to someone meant..”.

Lyney gulps, suddenly feeling embarrassed at the fact that you know how he feels about you… But wait a minute, if you offered Rainbow Roses too, does that mean..?

He quickly looks at you, opening his mouth to talk, but he is cut by your gentle lips touching his. As you pull away, Lyney just stares at you. He can’t believe what happened, and his brain just stopped working.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“I- I- y-yes of course haha me? I'm always okay…” He stares down at the roses in his hands.

“Good, so shall we continue or date? I think you have magic tricks to show me, no?” Lyney nods eagerly, and the date continues smoothly.

Later, when Lyney goes home, he is absolutely ecstatic. He tells every single detail of the date to Lynette and Freminet. He also puts the bouquet in a vase near his bed so that he can think about you before sleeping and as he wakes up…

English isn't my first language, so i apologize if theres any mistakes. Also, this is my first time posting my work sooo i'm really nervous, lol

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hannahssimblr · 15 days

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“What?”

“I said, you tore me out of this photo. I was there too,” I unpin it and hold it out to point to the crooked edge next to Jen where my eleven year old self once stood, tanned and grinning in red swimming shorts, “There, I was there.”

She looks at it, then me, but says nothing.

“You can still see my shoulder.”

“Yeah.”

“You tore me out of it.”

Again, nothing.

I let my arm drop, limply holding the photo between two fingers, speechless I just stare at her as though she might explain herself, give me some reason that makes sense, but she doesn’t, she just stands there chewing on her lip.

I tug my shoulders sharply toward my ears, “Why did you do that? That was a nice day. We went swimming in the sea, I rescued you from a jellyfish, remember? I grabbed a piece of driftwood and flung it out of the water for you.”

“Yeah,”

“And later your mam brought us back to my house and we had a water fight on the lawn and made ice cream and coke floats,” I hold the photo out to her in a last ditch appeal, “It was a great day.”

“Yeah it was nice, we had fun.” She won’t meet my eyes and looks everywhere but at me, like acknowledgement is unbearable.

“What, Michelle? I don’t get it. What did I do that was so horrible?”

She scoffs and turns away.

“C’mon, just tell me. I’ve had enough of all this bullshit between us, I’m serious. What is it?”

“Oh come on.”

“No, what?” I toss the photo onto her desk and approach her, my hand on her arm makes her flinch as I spin her to look at me, eyes livid, as I insist upon her, “What?”

“My God, you’re awful,” she hisses, “Why do you need to hear me saying it? Is it an ego thing? Is it because you’re all single and sad again?”

“What are you on about?”

“You already know what this is all about, it just gives you a thrill to bring it up.”

“No! I don’t know!”

“Oh cop on,” She slaps my hand off her, “That stuff with Holly, you just don’t remember? That’s convenient.”

“Holly?”

“Oh my God,” she tries to twist away from me but I stop her, “What did Holly say to you?”

Michelle glares right into my face with a fury that would make a lesser man cower, but I don’t budge. “Tell me!”

“That you don’t fancy me,” she grinds out, “and that I’m not even pretty.”

I hesitate.

She tosses her hand at me and hacks out a laugh, “See, you don’t even deny it.”

“Yeah, I was thirteen and stupid, she was jealous and I suppose I was just telling her what she wanted to hear. Shell!” she backs off and I follow, trying to insert myself into her eye line, “I didn’t mean it, she just didn’t get it, the way it wasn’t like that between us, but I don’t know why she told you that.”

“It’s because she knew I fancied you, and she thought it was funny how you didn’t fancy me back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You didn’t, you fancied Holly.”

I sigh, “Holly was… everyone expected that of me.”

“What does that even mean?”

“She liked me, and she was the sort of girl that all the other boys talked about all the time, I felt like I should just go out with her because it’d be the most normal thing to do.”

“Oh my God, that’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, I know, but I was still a kid and, I don’t know, you, Jen and I had a good thing going, I just didn’t want to risk ruining it.”

“Well obviously you did, by saying I was ugly and throwing your birthday gifts back in my face.”

“I never said you were ugly, and the birthday gifts… she told me I couldn’t have them because they were from you, but I still liked them! Those pens were better than her gift, you know, I didn’t even like the movie she took me to see,” my attempt at a laugh sounds very weird and tight, “It was actually so shit.”

Michelle is unmoved, with her arms crossed over her chest she says, “You read what I said in the card and you still threw it away like it was nothing.”

“No, I didn’t- I skimmed- I barely read it.”

She reels back like I’ve spit in her face, “Is that supposed to be better?”

I don’t answer.

“‘Dear Jude,’” She recites, “‘Happy thirteenth birthday! I hope you have an amazing day! I just want to say that being your friend is the best! You’re so nice and funny and talented, I’m glad all of the time that you started going to our school because you make our friend group so much better. I hope you like the gel pens, I know you hate drawing with yellow colours because they don’t show up on the page, but I couldn’t exactly take it out of the packet or it would look pretty strange! Maybe you can use them to draw more comics. I look at the one you drew for me with the cowboy cats every day and it still makes me laugh. Is that weird? I hope not. Anyway, I hope you have an amazing birthday because you’re an amazing friend! xxx Michelle.’” She glares at me. The way she positively spat that message at me threw me off a bit, but the essence of it still comes across and makes my stomach sink with shame all of the same. It really was a nice card, and I wish for the millionth time in my seventeen-and-a-half years that I wasn’t such a fucking idiot.

“I remember the cowboy cat comic,” I mutter, “Do you still have it?”

It seems as though my stupidity is confounding her, “No, I fucked it into the bin. Obviously. I was heartbroken.”

“Heartbroken?” A bit dramatic, surely.

“Yeah. Holly and her friends bullied me for years, and you just went and abandoned me for them.”

“That’s not fair, I didn’t. You pushed me away, remember? You accused me of choosing them, I never chose them. You chose not to be my friend.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“So stubborn. You can't let this go.”

“Uh! Yeah! Because it’s humiliating.”

“What is? That you fancied me?”

She brings her hands to her cheeks, burning not with rage, but embarrassment. She takes a shaky breath, “did you know?”

“About you-”

“Yes.”

I chew on my lip. Of course I did. It was written all over her, the way she was so eager to sit next to me in class or in the car, squeezing into the middle seat just so that her leg could rest against mine. How she jumped at the chance to help me out with something before anybody else could, her laugh, a little bit harder and longer than everyone else's when I told a joke, but not addressing it was always easier. Maybe I liked the attention a little bit, enjoyed being admired by a cute girl, or maybe it was easier, less disruptive than admitting my own uncomfortable, friendship-group-ruining feelings.

“No, I had no idea,” I say.

Her eyes are fixed upon the carpet between our feet as though by looking so intently at the looped fibres she can transport herself anywhere other than here with me and my interrogations.

“Hey, look at me.”

“No.”

I sigh, “Look, Michelle, I did think you were pretty. That’s why Holly was so jealous. Our friendship made her insecure, and she hated how much I liked hanging out with you. She could sense that I liked you.”

“Oh, come on, that’s the kind of thing you say to those stupid girls at school so that they’ll let you borrow their homework or something.”

“I really did!”

“You used to throw potato wedges at me outside the deli!”

“Yeah! That’s how you show a girl you fancy her when you’re twelve!”

Her laugh is humourless, “Please.”

“I’m telling you I did,” I take her wrist, with her pulse jumping under my fingers and hold her like that, for reasons I’m not sure of, perhaps just for connection. Close like this I can feel the heat of her body. I am desperate to show her how serious I am. “And if I wasn’t so stupid I might have done something about it.”

“Too late.”

“It’s not.”

I bend and kiss her before she can argue any more. Once, just once, but insistently, and I pull back hard with a smack expecting outrage on her face but I find only surprise, desire, and eyes that flick from my eyes to my mouth and back. I kiss her again, slow this time, deep, sure, as my hands hold her hips close to mine, willing for this kiss to wipe it all away, all of the years of hurt and anguish between us, and she lets me kiss her, and she kisses me back with hands that thread through my hair and lips that part so I can slide my tongue inside her mouth.

My knees knock against hers in our clumsy waltz towards her bed and we come down on it together, my body pressing against hers and my fingers finding the warm skin beneath her t-shirt. I draw back to look at her again, dark eyes and full lips and skin, as is mine, blushed amber with the first rays of dawn that stream through the window.

“Do you want to stop?” I say, and she shakes her head.

“No.”

And outside, as the sun creeps up over Clontarf, the branches of the cherry blossom trees hold their leafy arms up in surrender.

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HI HI 'LIA BAE !! Can I request an Ayato book wrapped in a Teyvat setting, with prompts 10 + 20 and a fern bookmark with a flowery scent ? ( MWUAH CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS LOVE 1778374% DESERVED + SO MUCH MORE !! LY and take care <333 )

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Book info- 10- My my, someone's gotten jealous. 20- You are my first love dear, and I promise you'll be my last Starring:- Kamisato Ayato Bookmark:- gn!reader, Scent- hurt/comfort

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"Hah. That was quite the rookie mistake you made there, [Y/N]." Your boyfriend remarked as he killed one of your cards, making you lean back in frustration. "Archons, couldn't you have spared me for once! I'm starting to think you know all my strategies by heart." "Perhaps I do." The man in front of you chuckled, making you frown. "Welp, time to make a new deck." You sighed. "I've heard that Archon cards and a Xiao card might come out soon. You can bet I'll make an amazing deck with those cards." "I've heard that a Yae Miko card is here too. That could be interesting too, you could use that." "Hmph, No thank you. I have a personal grudge against that lady." He merely chuckled again as he made his next move, winning the TCG match.

Ah yes, your boyfriend. None other than the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato. You two had met, when you had shown up to prevent an assasination attempt, not knowing that the target was Ayato himself. You got the opportunity to fight against him, after which you apologised for just showing up since you had received some inside intel about the attempt. After that, for some reason, you two just kept bumping into each other, and soon you both grew a liking to each other. Two years later, you were already dating.

It was beautiful. Despite the busy life of the head of the Yashiro Commission, Ayato never treated you as a burden on his busy schedule. In fact, he very clearly separated out time from his schedule on a daily basis for his lovely significant other, aka you. You both always treasured dearly the time you two spent together.

As you both were about to start another match, one of his servants stepped in politely. "Lord Kamisato, I apologise for the intrusion, but we have a guest waiting for you inside. Lady Yae has come all the way down the Narukami Shrine, and she wishes to talk to you." "Can't it wait?" Ayato frowned. "I'm afraid not, sir. She has already come from a while, and seems to be getting impatient." Ayato sighed in resignation. "Alright. Bring her in." Moments later, that goddamn kitsune walked in, arms crossed, with a plotting, mischievous smile on her face.

"My my, Kamisato, you sure know how to make a lady wait. Oh, and hello, dear [Y/N]. Pardon the intrusion, but I'd like to speak to Ayato here." "Go on, I'm not stopping you, am I?" You replied back, irked. "Ah, so could you leave? You know, I'd like to speak to him alone."

Gods, this crafty witch sure knew how to make you mad. First she barges in on your alone time with your boyfriend, then demands to speak with your boyfriend alone, kicking you out when she's the outsider here? You restrained the urge to punch her pretty face, because it would bring a bad name to Ayato, instead bitterly walking past her out of the room, giving her an exclusive death stare. She had the nerve to smirk back.

Well, she wanted to talk to Ayato alone, but she never did forbid me from eavesdropping, did she? So you closed the door behind you, leaving only a sliver open, through which you could peek in. And when she spoke what she wanted to, your blood boiled.

"Say, Kamisato, I've been thinking. We've known each other almost our entire lives. What if we were to get in an official relationship? Despite its good stature, you cannot deny that the Yashiro Commission is still in a sticky situation, also severly understaffed. The constant assassination attempts mustn't be making it any easier. If we were to date, it would affiliate the shrine with the Commission. With the backing of the Grand Narukami Shrine, no one would dare to touch the Yashiro Commission. Quite advantageous for both of us, don't you think?"

How dare she? How dare she? Propose this by kicking YOU, his s/o out, in OUR alone time? The sheer nerve and audacity! But then a thought entered your mind. What if she was right?

Your clan wasn't that well-known. You knew that many eyebrows had been raised when you two came out with your relationship. It would certainly be better for Ayato to be with Yae instead, because everyone knew the power her position, and very name itself held. With her in the picture, definitely no one would dare to even lay a finger on the Yashiro Commission. And Ayato's next words shocked you.

"What's in it for you, I wonder." He mused.

Your breath hitched. The fact that Ayato seemed to be actually considering this... You couldn't hear any more. You quickly left, choosing to go down to the nearby beach alone to sort out your thoughts. You didn't bother telling anyone. They do say that curiosity kills the cat.

Had everyone else in the Commission been thinking the same thing? Had they been secretly gossipping about you behind your back? You should talk to Ayato about this tomorrow. And then you would get yourself out of the picture, for Ayato's sake. You'd have to leave, to make way for that kitsune, for Ayato. You just....

As you walked along the beach, wrapped in your thoughts, evening changed into night. You seemed to have walked a long way. Tired, you plopped down onto a big rock, staring at the stars. The stars that people said decided someone's fate..

You would be lying if you said you weren't jealous of Yae Miko. She was literally perfect in every way. Flawless appearance, incredible power, appealing personality, everything someone could ever want in a lady. What were you even compared to her?

"Dear, dear me, Who is this 'her' you speak of?" A voice spoke behind you, scaring the living daylights out of you. Or living nightlights, whatever.

"Ayato?? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be talking to- to her..?" You asked, your voice breaking a tiny bit in the end. Of course, Ayato noticed. "That was hours ago, love?" He said simply. "I've been searching for you since. You know, since you just disappeared without any note whatsoever. You had me worried. Now, you seem to have a lot on your mind. Who is this her you speak of?" When you didn't respond, he took a guess. "Surely you're not referring to Miko, are you?" You responded in a small voice. "I.. I heard." You mumbled.

He immediately understood. "Ah, I see. My my, someone's gotten jealous." He chuckled. "No, it isn't that." You said hurriedly. "It's that... Maybe she is right. It would be better for everyone if you two were together, instead of us."

That stopped him short. "...You say you hear, but you clearly didn't hear everything. Or you would have heard that I immediately rejected her proposal. I don't want to be with someone I don't love, [Y/N]. So drive your worries away, darling. Because you?" He put a hand on his heart, showing a rare sincerity. "You're my first love, dear, and I promise you'll be my last."

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Pushing Towards You

Chapter 13: All Out

Summary: Calista and Gaia talk about Larissa. Later, Larissa proposes something new to Calista.

knock knock knock

Calista just came back from work when someone knocked at the door. She was halfway to the bathroom to take a deserved shower but had to postpone for a few minutes more. A man was standing at the door with a box in his hand.

"I have a delivery for Ms Calista Cos'Asanto." He said monotonely.

"That's me. Thank you." Calista received the pack. "Have a nice day." and slammed the door.

The package was wrapped with red paper and a black ribbon. There was a card pinned in it. Calista opened it and recognized Larissa's handwriting.

"This, my love, is for our next experiences together. I ask you to use it only with me but feel free to know more about how they function if you must.

Keeping you in my thoughts.

Yours, Larissa."

Calita tore off the wrapping and opened the box. Inside, there were tons of sex toys. She felt her face burn, although she was alone at home. Calista had used toys with Gaia before, but only the basics. Larissa sent her strap-on harness, suction toys, anal plugs, double-ended dildo, vibrators, blindfolds and so on. It was a huge acquisition in an adult toy store.

After showering, Calista texted Larissa a photo of the opened packed with the caption, "Just received your gift. I can't decide which one I would like to try first. Xx"

Calista didn't know if Larissa would answer her right away. Knowing her lover, Larissa would still be working by that time. Nevertheless, Larissa texted her.

L: Hello, my love. I'm glad you liked it. Can I make a suggestion?

C: Of course, my dear. Tell what is in your mind.

L: I've been fantasizing about you using the harness in me lately. And if you were into it, I would love to have you inside me.

C: Larissa Weems, my beloved, I wouldn't like anything else than to fuck you into oblivion.

L: I look forward to it, my dearest. I love you.

C: I love you too, Riss. Are you still working?

L: I am. We'll hold The Poe's Cup on the weekend. So, I have to make some arrangements.

C: I'll let you work, then. Try not to go to bed too late. Love you. Xx

L: I'll do my best, love. Have a pleasant night. I'll be thinking about you. Love you. Xx

Calista looked at the box and thought about googling the items individually and learning how to use them properly, aiming to give Larissa the most pleasurable night she ever had.

-------------------- The Poe's Cup allowed Calista to have the wanted conversation with Gaia, as Ártemis wished to hang out with her friends no matter what the race result was. Calista took advantage of that and invited her ex-wife to have lunch with her.

"Heeey you!" Gaia was standing by the door, beaming and carrying two plastic bags. "I brought beer for me and wine for you!" She entered the room, slammed the door after her, and went for the glasses. "We have to celebrate! Our baby girl team won the Poe's Cup."

"Shut up! 'Temis won the cup?" Calista was amazed. "Oh my god! She must be thrilled!"

"You should have seen her, Lista. She was beyond happiness." Gaia passed Calista a glass of her favorite white wine, and they made a toast before sipping. "It wasn't easy, tough. It was a tight victory. But it doesn't matter, she won!"

"Cheering for Ophelia's?" Calista teased. Gaia wasn't from Ophelia's Hall back at school.

"Hmmm... Correction: cheering for our daughter!" Gaia pointed her index up. "Unfortunately, she is from Ophelia's." She gave a soft smile after that.

"All right, then. Let's eat!" Calista tried to hide a smirk.

They had a wonderful lunch discussing their jobs and how well Ártemis fit in. Gaia knew Calista too well to just accept that this was a normal lunch day. She knew something was up.

"So, tell me. You hate cooking, and suddenly, you call and invite me to have a meal with you. What's up?" She stared at Calista, waiting for an answer while observing how uncomfortable her ex-wife became. "What? Are you sick?" Now, she was concerned.

"No... I'm fine. I invited you here to tell you something... " Calista was fidgeting her fingers and playing with the shirt hem. "I...hum... I am seeing someone." She finally said.

Gaia frowned upon that. "Good for you? I'm in the dark here. Why are you telling me this?" She looked puzzled. "I mean... I'm not complaining, you know. And I'm happy for you. But why call me here to say you are living your life? Is it for the other day when we slept together? Because I'm fine with it..." She anticipated.

"No... It's not for that." Calista paused. Regaining courage again. "I called you here because the person I'm seeing is Larissa." She waited for a reaction that never came. Gaia looked almost amused.

"Larissa Weems? My boss?" Gaia covered her mouth up, hiding a bright smile. "Well... Well... Who would say Larissa was into women? I always thought that she was in love with Gomez, you know? Well... It could be Morticia, then." Gaia said thoughtfully and caught a frown face from Calista. "What? She fancied Morticia?"

"No... Well, yes... Maybe a little." Calista said in annoyance. "The fact is... I'm telling you this because she is your boss, and I thought you deserved to know."

"Oh... Thank you. How long have you been together?" Gaia asked, drinking her beer.

"That's a long story." Calista wondered if it was time to tell the whole of it.

"I'm not in a hurry. There is a lot of beer in your fridge." She made herself comfortable and waited.

And there she went. Calista told her everything about her relationship with Larissa. In the beginning, she felt odd about Gaia being her ex-wife. But, after digging the whole of it, she felt relieved to have someone to talk about it. They always had a good relationship based on a lot of dialogue and sincerity. On her behalf, Gaia made some sassiest comments during the speech, ripping laughs and rolling eyes out of Calista.

"So... That day we met after the school reunion, you were dumping Larissa? Were you nuts?" Gaia was incredulous. "I mean... That was the very beginning of our relationship and all that came after that, but...you left Larissa naked on the bed and just flew away?"

"Hey... You should thank me for that!" Calista defended herself.

"I thank you hard for that! Don't get me wrong. But... Larissa is not my type, and we had a life together, you and me... Still, you left her. That was harsh. Again, thank you for that." Gaia hushed to say it.

"Yeaahh... Well, that is it. After the reunion, we had never spoken until that day at her office." Calista took a deep breath and relaxed. "So... Is it okay for you? Me and Larissa, being together?" Calista knew there was something more she had to tell, but first, she wanted to be sure Gaia was good with all of it.

"I am... Of course, it is a little bit funny, you know? Share you with her. I mean... Not share strictly speaking, but it is like sharing a secret." Gaia explained. "Again... I am honored that you trusted me with this information. You didn't have to, you know? But I know you, Lista. And feel that there is something more you wanna tell me."

"Larissa is a shapeshifter!" Calista spitted it out. "And I think she and Ártemis must be related to each other."

Now, Gaia was deeply confused. "What? Larissa and Ártemis? How?"

Calista was about to tell her something intimate, and she blushed hard. "Well... Larissa, as a shapeshifter, she can shift..." There was a pause where she stared at Gaia, but nothing responded. "She can shift certain parts of her body." Calista signed near her lower core.

Gaia widened her eyes in enlightenment. "Oh my God! Does Larissa have a penis?!"

"No... She doesn't have one, like permanently... She can shift so she can hang one on some occasions." Now Calista's cheekbones were flushed.

"Wow... This is... Like a dream. Now I'm envying you. No more need for silicon cocks? Cool!" Gaia had a silly smile on her face. But then, she came back to reality. "Is she Ártemis' mother? Is that what you were saying about them being related?"

Calista told her about her and Larissa's conversation with the geneticist at the funding party. "I assure you that you are Ártemis' mother, G. You don't have to worry or feel jeopardized by Larissa's presence." She took Gaia's hand in hers.

Gaia tilted her head. "Is it all what that fuss about? You telling me that my daughter is still my daughter?!" Gaia was beaming. "I know that you were expecting me to make a scene. But don't worry. I was there, Lista. I was there when we chose a donor. I was there during your pregnancy, including the bad times of it. I was there when she was born, when she took her first steps, and when she shifted for the first time." Gaia had a sweet smile. "She is my daughter no matter what genes say. And, yes, I can see Artemis and Larissa's resemblance now that you mentioned. But she is my baby girl."

Calista had tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness, tears of relief, tears of gratitude. "Thank you, G. To understand all this. I was nervous about this conversation. I didn't want you to think that I mischiefed you."

"How could I? For everything you say, the dates make it impossible for Larissa to be Ártemis' mother. So, what are they? Sisters, clones?" Gaia speculated.

"No idea. But that doctor is willing to discover. And I confess that I am, too." Calista said.

"Let's find out, then." Gaia resumed drinking her beer. "Oh... If it makes you feel better, I make a scene, knock at Larissa's door, and accuse her of stilling my daughter and girl. And so on. But, I'm not sure it will benefit my job." Gaia taunted.

"Please, don't!" Calista smiled. "We should keep behaving as the mature people we are."

"Alright, then. But someday, you have to tell me about the shifted cock. Or I'll ask Larissa about it." Gaia smirked and glared at Calista from the top of her glass.

Calista closed her mouth in a thin smile. "Someday." She said. "First, we have to talk with Ártemis about all this. She is the main interested person."

"Yeah... Well, we'll come up with something. For now, let her celebrate the race victory." Gaia said, sipping her drink and smiling at Calista.

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When Gaia left, just before dinner, Calista was feeling lighter. Keeping that secret from her was killing Calista from the inside. She knew she didn't owe Gaia an explanation, but she felt it would be the right thing to do, most of it because of Ártemis. Obviously, she was waiting for a choleric reaction from her ex-wife, but Gaia never got tired of surprising Calista.

Before bed, Calista caught up with her two favorite girls: Ártemis and Larissa. The girl was excited about the Poe's Cup and described in detail the obstacles, the movements, and how well her team performed. She didn't know that Gaia had lunch with Calista, so there was no question about it. Ártemis was all about her friends and how Nevermore was the coolest place ever.

For Calista, nothing was more heartwarming than hearing Ártemis talking about her new life. None of that was new for her; Calista had been there before. She was aware of the cup's nuances. But listened to it patiently with a sweet smile on her face. Ártemis was squeaking from the excitement on the phone and didn't stop until the end when they celebrated with lunch by the river on the school grounds.

The girl finally asked Calista how her day was. And before hanging out, she promised to pay a visit the next day for lunch. Cooking again was out of the question for Calista, so they decided to go to The Weathervane. Sunday was usually dedicated to Larissa, but they both agreed on a date night in a fine restaurant, so lunch with Ártemis was settled.

The phone rang twice before Larissa answered it.

L: Hello, my darling. How are you doing?

C: Hey, Riss. I'm fine. What about you, babe? How was your day?

L: I'm better now. The day was busy. The Poe's Cup has been my favorite event since school, but it can be quite a job to make it happen. I guess you heard the news about the winner.

There was an amused tone in her voice.

C: Yes. Gaia told me as soon as she passed through the doorframe. And Ártemis, herself, just told me a whole novel about it by the phone.

They chuckled at this.

L: It's not a secret that I cheer for Ophelia. I try my best to be impartial on it, but I confess that this year was a hard task.

C: You got too fond of Ártemis.

L: And of her mother as well.

C: Which of them?

Calista smirked at this and listened to a giggle from the other side of the line.

L: Hmm... Let's see. I don't recall saying to Gaia that I love her, and I certainly didn't send her a box with sex toys. That would be highly unprofessional of me. So, correct me if I'm wrong, but I guess I'm talking about you.

C: Good to know I'm the one. I am, right?

Larissa couldn't suppress a smile.

L: You are, my darling—the only one. So, everything was good with Gaia. I stumbled with her earlier, and she was in a good mood.

C: Surprisingly good. I'll fill you in tomorrow at dinner.

L: Can't wait to hear it. And what are your plans for tomorrow?

C: I'll have lunch with Ártemis, and then, I'll be spending my night with you. What about you?

L: Hmm... Work, as always, and wait until I can kiss you.

Calista blushed at this. She wasn't used to the praise yet.

C: Let's just hope the time flies. I miss you.

L: I miss you too, my dear. I'll let you sleep now. I'll be thinking about you. I love you. Good night, my love.

C: I love you too, Riss. Sleep tight.

Calista lay in bed thinking about her date with Larissa the next day. She wondered if Larissa was up to play with some of the toys. Calista has learned more about some of them and felt like using them. Larissa mentioned the strap, and Calista was willing to satisfy her lover's desire.

-------------------- Larissa called Calista that morning and suggested they spend the night at Nevermore. Larissa would take Calista back to her apartment on Monday morning to prepare for work. In addition to that, Larissa asked Calista to bring the toy box with her that night.

The idea of sleeping at Nevermore wasn't that pleasant to Calista. Gaia and Ártemis lived there, and she didn't want to have an encounter with them moments before heading to Larissa's quarters. Nevertheless, thinking about them on Larissa's bed turned Calista on. She had never been in Larissa's room before and was now curious about it.

Larissa didn't share her plans for that night with Calista. But the request for the box with the sex toys made it clear the blonde was working on something. The last time they spoke, Larissa mentioned the desire of Calista to use the harness in her. But Larissa's tone told Calista that she had other ideas on her mind.

Larissa was never late. Especially if her appointment was with Calista at that exact time, Calista received a text from Larissa just to acknowledge her arrival. When Calista arrived, Larissa was leaning against the passenger door, scrolling through her phone. Larissa opened up her arms to hold Calista in a tight embrace.

Larissa kissed Calista's lips and smiled at her. "Hello, my darling. I missed you." Her voice was almost a whisper.

"I missed you too, my love." Calista held Larissa's neck with one of her hands and leaned for another kiss while the other hand was carrying the box. "How are you tonight?"

"Better now." Larissa then spotted the box and retrieved it from Calista's hand. "Let me help you with that, my dear. Come on, we have a reservation." Larissa opened the door to Calista and placed the box in the trunk.

Larissa booked a table at a fine Seafood Restaurant. As they parked, Larissa opened the door for Calista to exit the car. That was not something Calista cared about; she didn't need anyone to open the door for her, but it seemed important to Larissa, so Calista had her lover's way.

As they headed to the restaurant, Larissa touched Calista's lower back and guided her through the saloon to their table. Larissa had a dominant attitude that night, and Calista anticipated what awaited her later that night. She was eager to know which toys Larissa would pick but didn't ask anything. She decided to just the night flow through them.

They had oysters and salmon for dinner. Larissa chose a wine that could pair with both plates, and they talked about their week. Calista told Larissa about her conversation with Gaia. Larissa was as surprised as glad Gaia's reaction was positive.

During their conversation, Larissa never took her eyes off Calista. Larissa paid close attention to Calista's gestures; her mouth turned to a smile as she touched Larissa's hand between speeches. Her eyes passed through Calista's face as if it wanted to record every detail. Calista took notice of that.

"You scanned me all night, Riss." Calista said with a smirk. "I'm flattered. But I know you too well to think that you are just staring. Tell me, babe, what is it?"

"I was wondering... Better, I was imagining... " She leaned on the table to get closer to Calista and lower her voice. "if you would like to be my sub tonight."

Calista's face flushed, and it was not for the alcohol. Submission. So this is what Larissa had in mind. Suddenly, she pictured all the possibilities inside the box. She was so into that thought that she forgot to answer Larissa.

"We don't have to do it if it is something you are uncomfortable with." Larissa backed off with a worried expression.

"No..." Calista almost cried out. She looked around, and no one was paying attention to them. She lowered her voice. "No... It's not that. I was just picturing that in my mind. Sorry."

"So is it a 'yes'?" Larissa seemed relieved and aroused now. Calista nodded to her. "So, what would you say to start with a verbal answer to me, darling?" She commanded with a lustful tone.

"Yes, I would like that..." Calista knew it was etiquette for this dynamic type, but Larissa never said how to address it, so she waited and bowed her head a little.

"Mistress." Larissa completed the sentence, tilting her head to look Calista in her eyes. Putting her index above Calista's chin, Larissa lifted her head so they could meet each other eyes. "Say it again, darling."

"Yes, I would like that, mistress." Calista blushed harder this time.

Larissa grinned. "There you go. I think it's time for us to go home."

Chapter 12 | Chapter 14

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the-courtsjester · 4 months

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Greetings Ladys, gentlemen and... things, today I'll be posting my first headcanons but for what you may ask? ...go on ask me... I'll assume you asked

It's for Honkai Star Rail!

Now over time I will indulge in a bit if smut but for more I'll just probably mention characters doing something lewd or shit for one reason or another anyway let's begin!

Honkai Star Rail headcanons 1:

Stelle:

She's a lost puppy god damn, if she gets attached to someone and they wander off from the friend group she will not hesitate to go off with them

Stelle has more then occasionally had to run from law enforcement because she beat someone for bothering her friends too much

She occasionally just doesn't wear a bra and if someone points it out she'd genuinely have to remember what that is

She can and will bring a trashcan into the Astral Exress if no one stops her last time no one stopped her record was twelve in one room

Stelle will spend a good while on figuring out the perfect song to play in the Express for the day... only to just put it back to Take the Journey it's a good song I can't blame her

Stelle has made copys of their wanted posters and put them up in the Express Welt and Dan Heng have learned to not both with them but March can't stop taking the ones of her down only for seven more to appear

Silver Wolf:

As a gamer you'd expect her room to look like a tornado rolled through well you're very wrong! You foolishly foolish fool she's so meticulous in certain games she's had it bleed out into her real life

Wolfie have more then once stolen Blade's crdit card to use on monthly subscriptions ...not like he knows how to use that thing anyway

Sliver Wolf is a brat change my mind doesn't matter the scenario as long as it isn't life threatening if she finds it funny she'll be a brat

While yes she is amazing at multiplayer games she actually prefers single player and party games think, Mario Party, Smash Bros, The Jackbox series stuff like that one time she got Kafka and Blade to join her in Smash Bros and dear lord the look of Confusion on Blade's face

On the daily she will wear something similar to a hazmat suit and take all her limited edition collectibles and clean then meticulously from dusting off boxes to fixing any mistakes it has to make it absolutely perfect

She try's to make a ligament playlist to listen to but it somehow always get infested by video game osts and when asked for good song recommendations she takes a second to not say a video game song unless it's unironically good

Natasha:

Ask her what sleep it she'll take a couple seconds to respond because this woman doesn't sleep yet she tells everyone else to sleep

An entire corner of her room is dedicated to stuffed animals and she'll have a full on ceremony when she plans to gift one of them to one of the kids

She definitely listens to to System Of A Down in the same playlist as Barbie Girl but no one knows ...about Barbie Girl no one except it from her for some reason

Natasha sets up play dates with the kids and herself many times she has played the princess needing rescue and on occasion she'll play the hero or villain if requested to

On accident some of the kids managed to get her grenade launcher and she had a full on panic attack luckily it had no ammo but afterwards she kept it closer by at all times

Natasha in her free time likes to spend it with a cup of coffee and any one of the solitaire versions or any of those old computer games like minesweeper and has become unironically really good at it

Ah well that will do it for now, I'm only doing three for now as they're the three I would say, I know the best but I do feel like Natasha's wasn't as good as it could be I don't know why though, but I may see you all tomorrow with another post

Goodnight my lovely audience!

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sagradaserenidad-cr · 10 months

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Animal Ally Message for You / Mensaje de un Animal Aliado para Tí

Pick a crystal and card // Escoge un cristal y carta

Take a deep breath, relax your body and clear your mind. Once you feel in the right headspace open your eyes, and let your intuition guide you to the best crystal and card for you.

Respira hondo, relaja tu cuerpo y despeja tu mente. Una vez que te sientas en el espacio correcto, abre los ojos y deja que tu intuición te guíe hacia el mejor cristal y carta para tí.

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Amethyst - Red Fox // Amatista - Zorro Rojo

Dear ones called by Amethyst, she brings the Red Fox as an ally, red fox is a master of changing shapes and camouflaging herself, she can look like a dog, a log and at the same time move with grace and agility. In Asia, the fox takes on the face of a beautiful woman or even a wise old man. For each tail she wins, she demonstrates a greater mastery of magic, the nine-tailed foxes therefore keep a lot of wisdom. This is why the Fox as an ally reminds us that our exterior is always changing, with her arrival the fox brings a change or perhaps warns you that someone is being false with you. Ask for her help and energy if you occupy camouflage or to be seen.

Queridos/das llamada por la Amatista, ella trae de aliado al Zorro Rojo, es maestro de cambiar formas y camuflarse, el puede parecer un perro, un tronco y al mismo tiempo moverse con gracia y agilidad. En Asia, el zorro toma cara de una bella mujer o incluso de un hombre viejo y sabio. Por cada cola que gana, demuestra un mayor manejo de la magia, los zorros de nueve colas por ende guardan mucha sabiduria. Es por esto que el Zorro como aliado nos recuerda que nuestro exterior es siempre cambiante, con su llegada el zorro trae un cambio o quizas te advierte que alguien esta siendo falso contigo. Pide su ayuda y energía si ocupas camuflate o que te vea.

Jade - Cow & Bull // Jade Verde - Vaca y Toro

Dear ones that were drawn to Jade, she brings the Cow and Bull as allies, Cow and Bull are like good masters in the art of knowing how to process. Their slow assimilation shows how they turn something undigestable and turn it into a full meal, it is no surprise why in acient times they were though as Godesses and Gods of fertility no matter how bad the situation was. For us now Cow and Bull are powerful allies that reminds us to relax, let go and enjoy the process, after all the slow rumination allows to even the hardest problems to become digestiveble. They tell us that almost anything can be handled or assimilated if you give it time, don´t be afraid to call on them if you are having trouble assimilating a problem or situation!

Querídos/das que se sintieron atraídos por Jade, ella trae a la Vaca y al Toro como aliados, la Vaca y el Toro son como buenos maestros en el arte de saber procesar. Su lenta asimilación muestra cómo convierten algo indigesto y lo convierten en una comida completa, no es de extrañar que en la antigüedad fueran consideradas Diosas y Dioses de la fertilidad sin importar cuán mala fuera la situación. Para nosotros, la vaca y el toro son poderosos aliados que nos recuerdan relajarnos, dejarnos llevar y disfrutar el proceso, después de todo, la rumia lenta permite que incluso los problemas más difíciles se puedan digerir. Ellos nos dicen que casi cualquier cosa se puede manejar o asimilar si le das tiempo, ¡no tengas miedo de llamarlos si tienes problemas para asimilar un problema o una situación!

Nuumite - Honey Bee // Nuumita - Abeja de Miel

Dear ones captivated by Nuumite, she brings HoneyBee as an ally. Honey bees are known for their amazing sense of direction, after all they are able to trace polen and go back home to tell other honeybees. With her body she's able to show the exact angle where the sun hits the polen. Their inner compass is so good they are able to find the sun even on the darkest days. Since the sun represent expansion and movement, in this case it also represents your passions and working on them. So if life is recently feeling dull and dark honey bee reminds us to that it shall pass, and your passions will be reveal again. Call on honey bee if you need help navigating towards joy and happiness or need more organization in your life.

Queridos/das cautivados/das por la Nuumita, ella trae a la Abeja de Miel como aliada. Las abejas de miel son conocidas por su increíble sentido de la orientación, después de todo, son capaces de rastrear el polen y volver a casa para contárselo a otras abejas. Con su cuerpo ella es capaz de mostrar el ángulo exacto donde el sol golpea el polen. Su brújula interna es tan buena que pueden encontrar el sol incluso en los días más oscuros. Dado que el sol representa expansión y movimiento, en este caso también representa tus pasiones y trabajar en ellas. Entonces, si la vida recientemente se siente triste y oscura, la abeja nos recuerda que pasará, y tus pasiones se revelarán nuevamente. ¡Llama a la Abeja de Miel si necesitas ayuda para navegar hacia la alegría y la felicidad, o si necesitas más organización en tu vida!

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plangentlyre · 3 months

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May we please get part two of your amazing story since oh my God I loved how you expressed the characters and wrote it!! <33

Of course!!! Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate it 🥺 (I accidentally made this one a bit longer and sorry for taking so long!!)

Part 1

The regret comes crashing a mere minute after Jessica leaves Jennifer and as soon as she stops herself, she finds that the surroundings have changed from tinkling shop doors to the familiar labyrinths of forest trees.

Has she truly run this far or has her mind finally fallen into illusion? She looks at her hands, still human and whole and yet when she looks below, her hooves have morphed into feet. Where there was a deer below her stomach, a tangled blue skirt replaces it instead.

It is only until she is beckoned by the voice of a vendor that Jessica realizes the concrete ground and the benches scattered around her. A woman walks in leisure with her dog, children shriek in their squeaking swing sets and a wrinkled, old man calls to her with a cart full of flowers.

"No beautiful girl deserves to frown," he says, "why not buy this daffodil, dear? It is said that these fellows are the attaining of happiness, the symbol for love and hope."

Dear, Jennifer always calls her that. After what happened back there in the shop, would she still call her that?

Jessica says nothing, it isn't that she simply does not want to but rather, it isn't something she can do. Instead, a sob wracks over her body as she covers her face.

"Oh dear," the vendor grieves for her sincerely. He takes the brown cap off his head and he gathers a couple of daffodils, some yellow and some white, before offering it to her. "The youth these days are all suffering. Most lose themselves so deeply that they can only swim further down. You may pay with money if you wish, but a smile is all I ask for. Will you do that for me, dear?"

Jessica tries, truly she does but it is only Jennifer's angered face that she sees, how she must surely look once she tells her to leave. But then a sudden weight falls on her head and a sweet scent wafts to her nose. The man's hand pets her gently, so akin to the way Jennifer cards her fingers through her hair as she lays on her lap.

It soothes her until the tears stop and she slumps her shoulder. Only then she is able to procure a wobbly smile at the old man.

She takes the flowers and with a worn but rested heart returns to the shop where she and Jennifer parted. Upon entering, all eyes are immediately on her alert. Her body has returned to its original form.

The intrusive lady from before, now with a purple bruise on her forehead, sneers at her distastefully when Jessica implores her about the bag that Jennifer wanted. "There is no way this precious handbag is going anywhere near some freakish arcanist. Unless of course, you can afford its original price."

Jessica is a word away from bursting the place with poison when a gloved hand swoops between them, holding a black card towards the lady. "I'll pay for her," comes the sardonic voice.

She lightens greatly upon the person's entrance, "Joshua!"

Horropedia grimaces. It has been his greatest pain for Jessica to discover his name. "Please, you can't keep calling me like that."

He gives the shopping bag to Jessica once he receives it. "Anyways, it's good that you're here, it would really mess up my schedule if you've lost yourself in the woods or something. Totally uncool."

"Oh," she bows her head sadly, "I'll apologize to Vertin for burdening her. She's already so busy, I don't like making her overwork."

"Uh-huh," Horropedia taps the side of his forehead with a raised brow. "Any other name that rings a bell? I'll have you know that a certain blondie has been clawing through the streets looking for a, well, deer girl to apologize. I had to physically stop her from murdering some innocent bystander with a chainsaw while looking for some movie tapes so I'd say you get to it and resolve whatever," he waves vaguely, "lover's quarrel you guys have."

"I see. Thank you, Joshua!"

"H-Hey! No calling other people's names like that unprompted, geez."

It's easy to locate Jennifer with her heightened senses and points her back to the park. What is not simple though is the amount of courage she musters before approaching her.

Jennifer heeds her no mind at first as she busies herself looking to the same forest trees Jessica has seen. And while she tries not to, she can hear the irritated mumbles of Horropedia's name along with a string of curses.

With shivering hands, she calls, "Jennifer..."

A loud gasp emits from the girl's throat and Jennifer startles at her appearance. "Jessica! Oh thank God you're here!" She runs to her and catches her in a tight hug. Jessica allows herself to relax upon the familiar scent of Jennifer's rose perfume and warm, soothing touch.

"Do you-" she chokes in her tears, "do you have any idea how much I've looked for you! I've been worried sick, I-I-"

"Don't cry, Jennifer." Jessica pushes her back then she pulls out the handbag from the shopping bag. "Look! I got you that handbag you wanted and a kind friend offered these flowers to me. He says that these will make you happy."

"You... You bought this for me?" She takes the bag in her hands, gaze wide.

"Of course! And, um," Jessica fidgets, "I don't like making Jennifer upset and I did something really bad. I'm sorry."

There is a pause that deafens them as she waits for Jennifer's response. Then suddenly, the bag drops to the ground. Jessica flinches at the sound of its impact and when she turns to look at Jennifer, the girl was looking at her with a conflicted stare.

"Jessica..." her jaw clenches, lips trembling as she speaks, "you didn't have to do that."

Jessica panics. "But-"

"No. Listen to me, I-I should be the one apologizing to you. I didn't really understand why you were so upset but after a... consultation, I know now." She takes a step near to Jessica and she holds her hands. "I'm sorry for ignoring your feelings. It was selfish of me to get mad at something so small. I would never want you to leave, ever."

A relieved, giddy laugh escapes her throat. A large smile tugs on her face. "You won't leave too, Jennifer?"

Jennifer sighs fondly as she shakes her tousled hair. "Bad news, dear, but you're stuck with me. Hope you don't mind my horrible personality."

Jessica giggles, "Jennifer's being ridiculous now. If not for you, I wouldn't be so happy. That's why, I love you, Jennifer."

She takes her hand and kisses it, "I love you too, Jessica."

#reverse 1999 #jessica reverse 1999 #blonney #blossica #i have this hc where jessica turns human to feel small whenever she gets upset bcs it makes her vulnerable

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6rookie-writer0110 · 9 months

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Hi, could you do Jenna Ortega x male!reader where y/n is an actor and artist. During the story, Jenna and y/n broke up on mutual terms, but they still keep in contact whether it's on holidays or on their birthdays. On Jenna's birthday, y/n decided to come to Jenna's birthday party early before anyone came to the party as he missed her so much. When Jenna opens the door to see y/n, she is surprised to see y/n again. They decided to play Monopoly to kill time after a few rounds y/n had to take a call. When y/n left the room, Jenna saw a small box that was from y/n to her. When she opened it the contents was a necklace and a noted message saying

"On this special day, I just want to let you know that if I could turn back the hands of time, I would avoid losing such an amazing person like you. Evan, though you and I are no longer together, I am grateful to God for putting you in my life. You brought so much color to my life. You and I used to be the best pair just a while back. THOSE YEARS with you were indeed some of the best years of my life. Happy Birthday, my dear. I hope you have a beautiful life."

When Jenna read the card, she cried and went to her room and cried. After y/n finished his call, he noticed Jenna was gone. He went to her room, where she saw her crying in her bed. He sits next to her and asks her what happens. She tells him she read the note and tells him that she never really got over as she is still in love with him. Y/n kissed her in response, then telling her that his still in love with her too. They then have sex where Jenna tells her to be careful with taking off the dress as she still have a birthday party to go to. Y/n then trails down, placing small kisses until he pulls down her panties and eats her pussy. After 6 minutes y/n pushes her in the edge and cums all over her face. Y/n went up and passionately kissed him so she can taste her juices. Jenna mumbling tells him to fuck her, y/n tell her to say it loader making her beg. She then tells him loudly to fuck her in y/n's responds thrust his cock inside her pussy making her scream in pleasure. He thrust deep inside her, squeezing her tits and kissing her. Jenna then tells him to cum inside her as many times as he likes. Y/n cums inside her pussy. Y/n and Jenna kissed on another and rest for a bit before the party begins.

I like the idea. I will write it

#requested

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epersonae · 1 month

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for the "get to know your fic writer" meme! 16, 19, 26, 45 (god, all of tese are such great questions, I could ask a dozen of them 😂) ALSO consider this your wild card to answer a question you haven't been asked yet that you want to answer the most

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

[counts on fingers] at least 6? I really am starting to think about how I want to approach the sequel to Hungry for love, ready to drown, given what I feel like is a certain, um, incompleteness in the back half of s2: how much do I want to infill with things like my ideas for "episode 5.5" versus the relatively narrow approach to missing scenes that I took before?

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

"post-canon" - which is entirely on my TAZ Balance fics! I wrote a ton of fic exploring those characters after the end of the series, both on my own and with Ryn.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

For just pure weirdness, it kinda has to be BIGFOOT STOLE MY HUSBAND.

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

I want to evoke feelings but maybe in the sense of break your heart and then put it back together again. (I will take getting a laugh, tho; that's always good.)

and the bonus question: 40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

ngl, I would love to see fanart of for the benefit of all the broken hearts; I have this image in my head of the scene where they're all in the pullout overlooking the city, and Her face being shadowed so you can't see it but you can see the other three, but I am not an artist lol. and honestly I would be amazed to get any art of my work, and especially that one which is near and dear to my heart. (I did get a gift of very silly meme art but that's kind of a different thing)

[get to know your fic writer!]

#ask games #my writing #my fic #for my ofmd mutuals: I wrote SO MUCH fic for The Adventure Zone #like SO MUCH

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icesswolvescats · 2 months

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Blood On Mirrors

(A 13th Reality Short)

Hello Dear Readers, I hope you like this first attempt on posting one of my short stories.

Warning: Contains Violence and Gore.

It was a soft night, filled with stormy clouds that covered the night sky and extinguished the light of the stars. The New Moon and stars would never shine tonight. This had to be yet the darkest night on September 29th. The wind picked up, and red leaves were gently blown out of the trees, carried away softly in the rumbling and still growling storm.

With a few drops, the rain started to fall, gently trickling and wetting the window glass panels of the house as Clarisse looked out at the rain finally starting to pour down. It was going to be a downpour in a few, of that she was sure.

"Yeesh. Good thing we came earlier and got to enjoy outside while it lasted. Not sure if we'd be up to do anything if we waited until dark," spoke a female voice behind.

Clarisse smiled at her friend's confirmation as she turned and looked at her group of 5 girl friends and her little sister, all about her age and all in high school close to graduating, with the exception of her sister who was still in the 9th grade in middle school. This was going to be a fun night, she thought. She loved autumn.

Clarisse could never ask for more from this season's year than a nice chilly weather with beautiful falling red leaves and a cozy warm house. A time of the year where she could just sit and relax and enjoy the view while drinking her warm chocolate. And what's better than not only enjoying a chilly weather in a warm cozy place than a night with your friends? A Girl's only night, that's for sure.

"Do you think the pizza delivery will make it in time?" Spoke Jannice as she sipped on her glass of cold cola.

"I bet they will arrive all soaking wet for when the storm actually picks up," hyped up Hannah with a giggle as she braided her own long smooth blonde hair.

"Eh, I just hope our pizzas don't get soaked," sighed Ingrid as she just laid there bored. "Man, I wish we could have a bond fire outside. Waiting inside is boring," she commented while trying to readjust her curly brown hair.

Clarisse looked at Ingrid. "Yeah, but with how the wind is picking up outside, we'd not only get wet but also our fire would go out, you doofus. Besides, what are WE supposed to do outside when it is almost pitch black in the backyard?"

"Idk girl, tell stories? Play cards, anything? You know how much I love the outside air," Ingrid scoffed a bit as she turned from lying on her back to lying on her belly.

"Hey, did you guys listen to the new album Mr. Gol'D released?" Piped up Patricia in interruption as she bounced excitedly.

"That guy? You mean that very flamboyant singer," responded Clarisse's little sister, Rebecca, as she sipped on her mug of hot caramel chocolate.

"Yup!! The one and only!" Replied Patricia.

The other girls all looked at each other and expressed their opinions about how they didn't have time to get a good listen to the music but had to guess it could be good.

"Oh my god!! You guys really should give it a try when you get the chance. It's so good!!" Patricia kept talking.

Rebecca, a little annoyed with the rant about this celebrity, "What's the big deal of him anyway? He's just a celebrity. I don't see how you guys even drool over him," she shrugged, unamused.

"What?! Pssh! Are you kidding?! Heeelloooo??? Have you seen how HOT that guy is?! Plus he is an AMAZING SINGER!!!" Ash scoffed in bafflement.

"Yeah.. but unfortunately who cares?" Asked Rebecca.

Clarisse chuckled, "probably your mother-" she joked.

"Hardy har har. Also, Sis, you forgot that WE SHARE THE SAME MOTHER, IDIOT. The yo mama jokes won't even work," Rebecca said snarkily.

Clarisse shut her mouth, her face flushed in embarrassment as her joke backfired really hard.

All the other girls chuckled and got to enjoy chatting about all sorts of things, from games to food opinions, to about school and even about the boys in the class. It Wasn't long until the rain picked up and eventually so did the ding dong sound of the doorbell.

"Oh! That must be our pizza!" Clarisse spoke as she got up, and the girls seemed to get excited by the minute.

She got up and headed to the front door of the house and opened it, debit card in hand.

She immediately was greeted by a young-looking man in a red uniform holding 2 pizza boxes. "Hey, is this Clarisse Mayforth's house? The order's for pepperoni and Hawaiian?" He spoke up.

Clarisse felt her face grow red as she spoke in a slightly smaller voice. "The one and only. Thanks for the delivery," she said as she took the pizza boxes from him and handed out the debit card.

The man quickly swiped the debit card on the machine and handed it to her. "Alright, that will be $56.30. Go ahead and put in the password," he spoke as he tried to shield himself from the rain.

Clarisse gently pressed the buttons and eventually started paying up for the pizza delivery.

"Alright ma'am, have a nice meal," he spoke as he started to head out and take the ride on the now wet motorcycle.

Clarisse waved with a small, dumb smile on her face as she headed back to the other girls with the pizzas.

"Guuuuurl, you're looking awfully blushy there," teased Ingrid as she chuckled.

"So who was it? Was he a cute guy?" Asked Ash with peek interest as all the girls wooed and awed at Clarisse blushing, Rebecca only quickly taking the pizza slice the moment the pizza boxes were settled down.

"H-he was very cute, yeah.. But I forgot to ask his name," she said shamefully.

"Awww, that's too bad," Patricia said. "Maybe next time you ask him," she comforted her friend.

All the other girls nodded in agreement and got to enjoy a nice pizza dinner as they drank and talked together. They chatted and played card and board games for a few hours, but it didn't take long for them to start talking about spooky horror stories and even urban legends.

"Have you guys heard of that one legend of the Lady in the red dress?" Spoke Hannah.

The girls and Clarisse looked at Hannah in curiosity.

"So, rumors say that on full moon nights that are the most misty, you'd hear the gentle sound of a violin accompanied by soft melodic opera singing at exactly midnight. People say that the people who hear her singing will become entranced by her singing and will go after her to join in the duet...only to vanish within the mist." Hannah kept telling the urban legend as she saw how intrigued the girls were. "Stories say that she is the ghost of a singer who once drowned on a misty night, and she is singing, trying to find her loved one, that she left in life and hopes he'd soon come for her and join her in the misty grave," she concluded.

"That's really depressing. Dying a horrible death and wandering around aimlessly trying to find your loved one so he can be with you at last..." Jannice stated. Hannah and Rebecca both nodded.

"Well girls, have you all heard of the bath game?" Asked Patricia as she glanced at the group.

Clarisse perked up. "Wait, isn't this one about summoning a spirit or demon by washing your hair and speaking its name and telling it to rise 3 or 5 times?" She said in a dreadful tone.

Patricia nodded. "I did the bath game!" She confidently claimed.

The girls awed and stared at her. "How was it?!" Asked Ash, oozing with excitement to just know. She wanted all the details; Clarisse couldn't blame her. She was the horror girl for a reason.

"Nothing really happened, except I almost got a heart attack by almost slipping on the dropped soap. Now THAT was scarier, I could've died if I had slammed my head on the edge of the sink." Patricia explained as she visibly shuddered.

"Hah, I knew it! I knew that game was a hoax!" Exclaimed Clarisse, and everyone looked at her with 'seriously?' looks.

"What? Everyone makes such a big deal out of these silly games as if the spirits were real and were going to haunt you. I'm telling you, they are nothing but stupid challenges to scare your scaredy-cat friends..." noticing Jannice's glare, "No offense, Jannice."

"Sigh, none taken," Jannice said as she shook her head.

"Oh, come on, don't be a party pooper! What's a little fun if you just believe them for the time being?" Asked Hannah.

"Ugh, it is silly, I admit, but I can't deny it is fun to see the look on your faces when you think the place is haunted." Clarisse grinned.

"So what? You're not scared of ghosts?" Hannah asked, "Sounds lame," she added.

"To be honest, I'm more scared of serial killers or possible robbers. Genuinely vile people are scarier than ghouls and monsters from legends... after all, they're very much more real than those we talk about to be scared on Halloween nights," Clarisse reasoned, "And besides, I have to be fair, even if ghosts are real, what else can they do to you? Not like they can harm you or anything if they're dead already." She mentioned.

"Yeah, but I've heard stories of demons being able to possess and do some really spooky stuff. Like some real down bad shiii-" Ash quickly trailed as Clarisse glared, "I mean some real down bad nasty things."

Clarisse put away her glare as she had to be the girls' filter when it came to cussing around her little sister. Ash being the sailor mouth of the most made the task more annoying.

"I think I have a game we might be able to play since we're talking about horror ones," commented Ingrid as she looked at her phone. It was about 11:00 hours. it wouldn't be long until midnight.

"Wuzzup?" says Ash, her ears already perking as she grinned excitedly, not wasting the opportunity to jump into the game. Rebecca had perked up from her phone as her curiosity had drawn her to listen closely.

"Why don't you guys try the Bloody Mary Ritual? It'd be a fun scare, especially if the light goes out in the storm and scares the c-r-a-p out of us," Ingrid suggested.

"Huh, now that you mention it, it'd be fun, yes, but isn't there like.. specific requirements for the ritual?" asked Patricia as she sipped on her drink.

Clarisse could only stare at her friends with a 'seriously?' then look at the already starting to get nervous Jannice with a 'can you believe these people?' stare, which Jannice shook her head. Clarisse knew that Jannice was the one who hated horror the most; she would do anything to avoid being involved in any sort of games.

"Yeah, I mean.. there are a lot of versions of the ritual, but I know the one that would match perfectly for this weather," Ash grinned as she got up. "So who's with me!?"

Hannah and Patricia excitedly got up and joined Ash; Rebecca looked at the girls then at her sister and thought, wouldn't hurt to try; the worst could just be a prank. She smiled as she put her phone in her pocket and approached, "I'm in!!" Rebecca affirmed.

"Alright, first step we need is 3 candles and one match. Clarisse and Rebecca, the house is yours so go fetch them, and let's use the master bedroom's bathroom for this, oh and Ingrid? please keep Jannice some company please." Ash guided as the two sisters went to the cabinets and started to pick the candles. Ingrid could only sigh, sad she wouldn't be able to participate and see but shew knew Jannice would not want to be alone.

"Remember, we need one of them to be a big thick candle while two have to be small," Ash instructed as she observed.

Clarisse nodded as she changed to different candles. "Are these good enough?" She asked.

"Perfect!" Ash beamed. "Now let's go!" She led the way to the master's bedroom with the girls behind her.

"Alright, step one ready, done," Ash exclaimed, but upon noticing the confusion on the girls' faces, she coughed her throat and inhaled, "This version of the ritual has to be done at night, more specifically a NEW MOON night and preferably with weather that should cover the stars so it is as dark as possible. Which we already have something like that tonight," she explained.

"Ooohhhhh" reacted the others.

"Alright, step 2, close the blinds in the bedroom; we don't want the storm flashing lights to interrupt. We want this as dark as possible," Ash explained as Hannah moved to close the blinds.

"Step 3, let's fill the bathtub and sink with water. Make sure the drain holes are plugged," Ash instructed as she got into the bathroom, turning on the lights so they could see and started plugging both the sink and bathtub.

Patricia turned on the sink and let it run and fill with water; she started to turn on the faucet too, filling the bathtub with water. "Remember, we want the water hot. So make sure it is the hot one you turned on. We need steam," she instructed excitedly.

Patricia nodded and was making sure the steam was coming from the water. The girls all went through step by step... making sure it was dark, so they closed the master bedroom's door so the rest of the house's light coming from the living room and hallway wouldn't disrupt their game, closing the blinds as well to prevent any light from outside streets or the storm from shining through, leaving only the bathroom with running water to flow and fill the sink completely with cold water and the bathtub halfway with hot steamy water.

"Alright, that's enough. Now light the smaller candles and place them on top of the sink in front of the mirror," Ash instructed as she watched the girls use the matches and light two of the smaller candles and place them in front of the mirror and on top of the sink. "Perfect," beamed Ash.

"Ok, now what?" Asked Rebecca. This isn't what she expected.

Clarisse thought all of these steps were a bit silly for just summoning a ghost in the mirror that wouldn't even show up.

Ash took a small paper and gently slid it on her finger quickly, causing her finger to form a small droplet of blood.

"Whoa, girl, are you sure this is necessary?" Asked Clarisse as Ash started to squeeze her finger so the blood would be big enough to drop off her finger. Once it did, it simply dripped into the almost overflowing sink. "Yup. Just one drop is fine. I'm fully aware it will sting a lot in the early morning," Ash hissed a bit before looking at the mirror and holding the big main candle.

"Alright, last step. We'll turn off the lights and be engulfed in the dark and then turn on the last candle... and the usual thing with the Bloody Mary ritual we all are familiar with. Speak her name 5 times, and we should wait. It should be close to midnight, so we need to do this," Ash spoke as everyone else nodded.

Clarisse turned off the lights and lit up the match, lighting up the last candle which was still being held by Ash.

Ash grinned as the girls all looked at the reflection of themselves in the bathroom mirror. The room and night were as dark as it gets, the only dim light illuminating just enough to prevent them from tripping in the dark were the 3 candles held by the girls, their flames gently flickering and the wax melting softly.

"Bloody Mary," started chanting the girls in unison, their different pitched voices all in sync like a hymn.

"Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary," chanted the girls, repeating the name over and over, Hannah and Ash speaking with bated breaths to the silent suspense.

Clarisse would only roll her eyes occasionally at how very into it her friends and her little sister were.

A crack of thunder growled outside like an angry god before a loud clap of lightning was heard, making the girls all jump before breaking into nervous laughter and teasing each other. Clarisse had to admit that scare really caught her off guard and was pretty good.

They all sighed and inhaled sharply before looking back at the mirror and saying "Bloody Mary."

Then Ash waited for a moment and looked at the clock. Midnight, perfect. Right on time for the last call. She beamed before inhaling and blowing out the 2 candles, snuffing out more of the light except the main one.

"So... what now?" Asked Rebecca, expecting everything to be so silent except for their own breathing, voices, and heartbeats being heard.

Ash grinned as she turned to the girls. "Now we wait for a minute. If she doesn't show up, then oh well, it was fun doing that!" She explained.

All the other girls looked confused, but they sort of just waited... seconds turned to a minute... then a minute turned into 2... then 2 minutes turned into 3...

"Agh, this is boring," said Rebecca. "Well, that was worth the shot. That lightning was definitely unexpected," she expressed as Rebecca used her phone and tried to make her way to the light switch.

Clarisse sighed disappointedly. Just as she was about to get into the mood of things, it all flopped into disappointment.

Ash shrugged as Hannah and Patricia watched the youngest go for the light switch.

Click? Click click click? was the sound of the light switch being moved and clicked around, but no light followed.

"Huh, weird, it won't turn on," Rebecca expressed her confusion.

"Maybe our power went out after that lightning," theorized Clarisse. "Good thing we have an emergency generator to get it back and running when storms like this do that," she said confidently as she headed out of the bathroom, using her phone's light to head to the master's bedroom.

Clarisse walked to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She started to get more forceful with the door, but it was firmly shut and locked.

"What the? Did any of you girls lock the bedroom door?" Clarisse asked with an annoyed voice. "Because like... really? Locking the door was the best you could come up with for a prank? Pretty tasteless if I have to say so myself."

Rebecca peeked out and looked at her sister. "What are you talking about? You were the one to close the bedroom door," Rebecca replied, confused about what her sister was on about.

"Yeah, and none of us have the key to the bedroom. This is your house, bruh," replied Patricia as she came over and tried her luck with the door, but nothing.

Ash opened her mouth to speak but noticed with each breath she took, a fine mist would gently trail away as if the room had gotten colder and colder and colder... The hairs on her back bristled as her skin became gooseflesh.

"G-guys? Did you notice this room and the bathroom are getting colder?" Ash stammered, not wanting to believe it was really happening. It had to be fear making her experience things.

Clarisse looked at Ash then exhaled to see, only for her eyes to grow wide as she could see the fine mist of hot breath against cold air shine in her phone's light. This can't be real... they have to be pulling her leg with the thermostat, Clarisse reasoned with herself.

All the girls immediately turned silent as the smell of copper and rusted iron filled the air, and the sound of the bathtub's faucet starting to run caused the silence to be broken and pregnant with dread.

"I-I'll turn it off," stammered Hannah as she quickly headed back to the room.

Clarisse nodded as she followed Hannah with her phone's light to illuminate the bath. Ash was not too far behind, still carrying the very much still lit candle.

As the gang went into the bathroom, they found the source of the smell... somehow, the water in the bathtub had turned into a very vivid and deep scarlet, almost an even deeper maroon... of blood. And the faucet? Blood flowed out like a river, gently filling the tub even more with blood. The girls gasped, and Hannah immediately ran out as the pungent smell of blood was staggering in the air.

Hannah could only gag as the smell of blood overwhelmed her nose, which hated the scent of gore. She felt like she was ready to puke.

Clarisse quickly leaned in and turned off the faucet, her hands trembling as her breath shook, trying to recover herself only to catch something on the corner of her eye and instantly turning around and shining her light. If her skin couldn't get any paler and her eyes wider... she never imagined that this would be the thing that proved that it could get worse.

The bathroom mirror was pitch black and did not give much visible reflection of Clarisse and her friend Ash. Instead, it looked like an endless pitch dark sky with a few twinkling shines that looked like faded stars... Aside from that, what flowed out from the black mirror was a deep viscous crimson red liquid that flowed out from the mirror as if the mirror was leaking the liquid itself.

It flowed and stained the tiles and sink and even the water in the sink. The mirror bled, and it wouldn't stop.

Clarisse held her breath as she couldn't believe her eyes, and yet she couldn't deny the reality as Ash gasped in shock at the mirror and stood back.

"M-Mary actually is here," Ash muttered, her voice barely being a whisper. She took a few steps back, not wanting to be in the bathroom anymore and just wanting to get out of there.

Clarisse started to see the image of a pale figure emerge from the black mirror, covered in hair as black as night and the head wearing a big full crown made out of thorny branches... Blood gently flowed out and dripped from the wet soaked hair and stained the flawless pale skin... as if it had come out from swimming in blood... the hair simply covering its eyes and barely leaving any visibility to see one's true face.

Clarisse screamed the moment the figure started to push itself out of the mirror, the mirror having tension break and ripple as if it were merely made out of water or any thick liquid... its crowned head gently pushing out of the mirror and its very long and soaked, wet in blood hair flopping out, as it slowly but surely started to crawl out of the mirror, like a clumsy and living corpse.

Clarisse bolted out of the bathroom and started to bang on the door, screaming heavily in an attempt to get the attention of Ingrid or maybe Jannice to help them get out of the room. Rebecca actually started to tear up as she saw her big sister panicking worse than a little kid scared of the boogeyman.

Hannah backed to the door and tried to help Clarisse open it. To no avail, it wouldn't give in.

Ash was frozen as her hand trembled and her tears flowed out as the candle gave just enough light for her eyes to spot a bit of movement coming from the bathroom.

Patricia was hugging Rebecca as well, feeling frozen like a deer before headlights.

All girls quietly whimpered as they went silent once they heard a pained moaning sound... all 5 girls in the room dreaded at the sound of the 6th unwanted visitor.

Mary's voice was like that of an injured animal, pained and lonely and laced with nearing death. Mary moaned and whimpered and silently let her small cries that sounded like a lull, a hymn of death. It limped its way out of the bathroom, with its hip moving as if the hip bone was dislocated. The very long black hair stained in deep maroon crimson blood dragged on the floor behind like a cape soaking wet from the rain.

Two of the girls started to scream in panic at the sight of Bloody Mary herself, while three of them just froze, unable to get their flight or fight response.

Mary had a beautiful flawless pale white skin that was unnatural, almost porcelain-like, her long shaggy yet slick and smooth wet black hair draped back but had two long thick strands that covered her inhuman busty chest, leaving streaks of blood staining her flawless features that would remove her from being human. She almost looked like a mannequin due to the lack of features that would make skin or natural flaws, not even a belly button was seen from her naked glistening body that shined a bit under the pale light of the lit candle.

Mary slowly lifted her head and revealed her plump lips that spread apart forming a wide shy smile... the smile was unnaturally wide, filled with very sharp needle-like teeth that also glinted in the dim light, the hair still covering most of the eyes.

Mary limped towards the girls in an unnatural movement as her moaning and whimpering and crying kept echoing despite her mouth forming a mockery of a smile.

Hannah decided right there and then she'd not die here, and proceeded to run across the room, straight to the window, quickly opening it and self-defenestrating in hopes to get away from that thing.

"No!!!" screamed Clarisse as she held out her hand to Hannah, unable to stop her friend in time... the sounds of the howling winds outside flapping the curtains and pouring down rain could only mask so much the heavy thud and the faint crack outside.

Mary was now mere centimeters away from Ash, Rebecca, and Patricia as she hissed and blew out the candle.

Everything went completely dark except for the few flashing lights of lightning outside. The first to scream bloody murder was Ash as she struggled. The second to scream was Patricia who fought tooth and nail to get Mary off of her, but alas... Mary's inhuman screeches filled the room as then both Clarisse and Rebecca screamed and were quickly silenced... The night went on quietly. Meanwhile.. Ingrid and Jannice both looked at each other once they heard a loud thud and a crash followed by glass shattering coming from the backyard, and weird noises coming from the master's bedroom upstairs. Ingrid thought the girls were pranking Clarisse, but to hear glass breaking while she is here keeping the scared one company, now that was a real concern.

Ingrid nodded to her friend Jannice, as both paused the movie that they barely started, and got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen then to the back door of the house, turning on the lights as they did so. The rain was quite heavy but nothing like turning on the porch's light would do.

Both girls froze looking at the window as they saw Hannah's body laying completely still as her spine was bent awkwardly on the frame of the glass table that once rested outside now remaining shattered and its glass shards piercing her skin in different places.

Jannice quickly went outside to the porch, screaming Hannah's name trying to get any sign of life, but nothing would do and the freezing rain was now soaking her sleepwear and skin.

"I-I'm calling for help!" spoke out loud Ingrid as she rushed to the phone and started to dial 911.

Jannice only looked at her still motionless friend and looked up at the window to where she jumped from. Hannah never came across as someone who would jump a window for no reason, unless... oh god. Jannice feared the worst and quickly hurried back inside the house, and speed-walked her way to the stairs, as she left wet footprints onto the floor as she was still wet from the rain.

Upon ascending the stairs... Jannice would find the master's bedroom door open but the lights out, and a heavy scent of blood coming out from there. She whimpered as she quietly muttered "I-Ingrid..?"

Ingrid was busy talking to the telephone her voice still being heard "Please come as fast as possible and bring an ambulance!!! Our friends really need help right now" she barked at the phone.

"Of course ma'am, we'll be here in 8 minutes. Stay right where you areEEEK!" the telephone distorted the sound as the voice was cut off and Ingrid peeled her head away and noticed the telephone leaking blood from inside. She gasped but then heard her friend Jannice speak out "I-Ingrid..?"

Ingrid turned to look at the guest bathroom in which Jannice was calling out, but it was so dark she couldn't make out the silhouette of her friend. "J-Jannice?" asked Ingrid as her flesh turned to goosebumps.

"I-Ingrid..?" The voice spoke out in the exact same tone as the smell of rusted iron reached in and hit Ingrid's nostrils.

"Agh!! What is that smell?!?" She covered her nose and gagged at the stench.

Then suddenly, someone from behind her grabbed her arm causing Ingrid to jump and yelp as she turned around she saw Jannice who didn't even come from the bathroom holding her hand "w-we need to get out of here now," Jannice spoke as she was as pale as snow and her colors drained from fear, tears also trickled down her cheeks as her mouth quivered.

"J-Jannice what is going on?" Ingrid asked.

"I-idk but.. we have to wait outside. I-i'm not looking back in the room again." Jannice urged as she pulled her friend along.

Ingrid couldn't tell what Jannice was on about but judging by her voice, something serious was going on. Both went outside at the porch and stood there in the heavy rain, too scared to go back inside.

Ingrid couldn't stop but to think, if Jannice came from the living room.. then... who was it that was in the Guest Restroom closest to her in the kitchen?

It wasn't long till Police arrived with an ambulance and started to get into the house. Both Jannice and Ingrid were rescued and sent to their homes.

On the morning of September 30th, the news flashed across the town.

"Good Morning People of Dakota. We're here with sad news that Police was called at 01:30 AM to the call of help on Elm Street where they discovered 3 bodies of 3 young teenager girls who are identified as Hannah Baker, Patricia Miller, and Ash Pines. Both Patricia and Ash were found with their bodies disemboweled and hearts missing, while Hannah had died on impact after jumping out of the window. The two Daughters of the owners of the house, Clarisse Mayforth and Rebecca Mayforth, are both missing. The last time they've been seen was going upstairs to the master's bedroom of the house about to play the game "Bloody Mary". Police are dumbfounded at the amount of blood found in the bathroom, coating everywhere from the cracked mirror and bathtub to tiles and sink. And also dragging across floor. Results says that the Blood belongs to none of the girls but to a Jane Doe. If you see both girls, please contact with our number, (67 8933-4523), or contact our local police through 911."

#artwork #my art #my oc #art #writing #first writing #original writing #original story #original short story #short story #violenece #bloody mary #cw: gore #cw blood #13th lore #13th reality #13th reality creatures #in universe #creative writing

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apieceofsushi · 2 years

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heyyyyyy remember when I did that card art analysis back in June for the mafuyu event on the jp server? yeahhhhh totally wouldn't dare attempt that again yeah noooo wayyyy

been staring at these cards all day, so jokes aside, let's dive in! feel free to share insights/opinions, I really want to understand every side of these cards as much as possible....*sobs* I love them so much

From Now On And Forever - Toya Aoyagi

if you have been following my blog, then surely you know that I have been in a frenzy the past couple of days, starting with the untrained art for this toya card. if you didn't already know this was like, THE akitoya event, then this card is how you know. first off, we finally have official art of the boys without their jackets (thank god, Japan gets really hot y'know let them breathe). secondly, THEY'RE DOING THE GAY FIST BUMP THINGY AAAAAAAAA--so proud of them :')))

thirdly, I love how akito is in the trained art as well! it doesn't happen very often that a second character is in trained art (I now have the obligation to dig through all of the trained art that does and post it here lol), so...it really does scream akitoya event! but....about the trained art.....

HOW. and I repeat HOW is toya not like. screaming and clinging to akito for dear life?? (I will draw to make a joke out of this and post it at some point) if you didn't already know, toya is scared as hell of heights, so I find it hilarious that they chose the theme to be high up in the sky...

also, while obviously I need to read a few more of the vbs event stories, I'm curious to know what the broken cage means...is it Toya's freedom to be his own person, and not be forced to play classical music? the ability to be able to sing with his partner that he truly values? Clearly, the boys are sitting in the cage because even if they can leave, they're still in midair (it seems, anyways)....lots to unpack here!

Midnight Making - Kohane Azusawa

aaaah...this kohane card is so cute......wheqgfqygufhijo it's rare to see kohane in glasses....AND WITH HER HAIR DOWN TOO! she looks so different...and kaito there while she dozes off is a cute touch :D the pink theme is really nice as well, considering that untrained art never really has a theme compared to other's in the set, this one is really pleasing, in my opinion...

now. now. the trained art is absolutely stunning--she looks even cuter in this one, which I didn't know what possible...kohane's innocent little face, looking up at the birds...

OH YEAH. THE BIRDS. so in toya's(+ akito if we're being technical) and kaito's trained cards, the birds are black. (crows, maybe?) but in an and kohane's, the birds are white (doves, most likely). surely, there has to be a deeper meaning to this, right? when you take a second to look it up, no matter what species, white birds are always pure and represent everything good. but black birds are typically the opposite...but I found it interesting that they could represent "change". maybe it'll make more sense when some translations come out for this event, but hmmm....

also, I love kohane's bucket hat. so much. she wears one in a few card cameos + one three star I think (I will now make a collection of this and post it dw), and it's just soooo cuuutteeeeeeee! they really know how to make her look adorable, huh?

You're Particular, Aren't You? - KAITO

damn, I never thought I might become a kaito simp, but this might be the turning point. the untrained art is cute, obviously I don't have context for what's going on there, but seeing street sekai kaito all confident always makes me laugh...I love how rain and meiko are just there. in shock. at whatever is going on. dang it I really need those story translatioooooons--

the TRAINED art is what I can't stop looking at, which is expected. kaito is just standing there and he looks amazing iwqfuhgqeojpwjfie

it's interesting thought, as he isn't in a cage, but on solid ground, near... construction? there's clearly some stairs there, so he appears to be high up...it looks like the empty sekai, if you look closely. strange...

and again, there are the black birds, which surely symbolize something...I just can't put my finger on what, exactly. this whole set just looks really pleasing, I'm not sure what else to say lol

Nuanced Language - An Shiraishi

ah yes, the three-star card. I swear, three-star cards never disappoint, do they? they always look just as incredible as the four-star ones...

for the untrained art, I like the atmosphere a lot, for some reason! it's nice seeing An do things that you'd expect one to do while working...it's simple, it's cute...what else do I need to say?

the trained art, ofc is super pretty... she doesn't appear to be in a cage, like KAITO, but she still seems rather high up. when I saw this card, it made me wonder if all the characters are looking at something in particular...like say, if An was looking up to Kohane...

it's also interesting how she is holding flowers, could that be a reference to the last vbs event? are the birds, like, going to carry them up to Kohane, like how people spectated that Akito's and Toya's art was related in some way for the previous event? I'll never know...

also. An in a hat. not just any hat, but....qjwhfvhaihdfvjkwafefe hang on lemme get over the heart attack I'm currently experiencing right now--

How To Spend Our Days Off - Akito Shinonome

ah yes. YOU. the one who's been part of all of the chaos...this card is what fully convinced me that this event is a "snazzy jazzy" one.

don't ask how I came up with that. I don't know either.

I'm honestly really happy about the card line-up this time around. For the past two Toya focused events, it was with Akito and An both being in the Gacha (and in the same places too, mind you). so having them both in the shop was actually relieving. and Akito did get to be in the trained art!!! WITH TOYA!!!! so it all works out.

there's probably a lot more I could say, but I didn't want this to sit in my drafts for much longer...enjoy my ramblings uwegfyuewfiew :)

#project sekai: colorful stage! feat. hatsune miku #vivid bad squad #vivid gay squad #toya aoyagi #kohane azusawa #kaito #an shiraishi #akito shinonome #event #jp server #ramblings #yet another part to the I'm sick and have nothing better to do saga #art #card art #trained #untrained #analysis #idekkkkk

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The Real Sheet Time Frame: 9/1/2022 A/N: Frankie tackles the topic of privacy and a special guest joins them to give some amazing news.

“Today, we’re going to talk about a topic that’s very important in this industry and that’s privacy.”

The studio clapped and whistled and Frankie placed their index cards on the table. “I understand that in the age of social media, it’s a little difficult to maintain that and when one is in a profession in which you’re going to be exposed for just about anything, those of us in the profession are expected to grin and bear it. The thing is, that’s a very toxic mentality. Take for instance, Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck just recently shared their wedding photos on her newsletter but had to deal with the harsh reality that people don’t seem to care about signing a NDA. Now, no matter how you feel about this particular couple or anyone in the industry they chose to go about their nuptials privately and when they were ready to give us a peak into them, they wanted people to be genuinely surprised. They didn’t want videos or photos leaked on social media platforms everywhere. Imagine being them for a moment. Don’t be turd, put down the phone.”

Frankie reached for their glass of water and took a quick sip. “With that said, congratulations Jennifer and Ben Affleck. While on the topic of privacy, a dear friend, comedian, writer and actor Xavier Mitchell is here to join us today to speak out about the racial pay gaps in Hollywood and how the now international knowledge of his arrest has affected his daily life and personal relationships. Welcome to the studio, Xavier Mitchell!”

The studio audience cheered and stood up as Xavier walked in, waving and smiling before taking a seat.

“Thank you for stopping by, Xavier.” Frankie turned in their swivel chair to face him.

“Thank you for having me, love. I haven’t really done many interviews like this so I appreciate the two minutes and dash rule.” He chuckled.

Frankie laughed. “Well, instead of asking questions, I know you had a big announcement to make so I’ll let you do that and then we can play a game of who’s mustache is this?”

Xavier threw his head back and laughed along with the audience. “Alright. Well, I’ve chosen your platform to disclose that all charges have been dropped against my name. I’m working closely with the studio to make sure the aforementioned pay gaps are closed and life can hopefully go back to normal.”

The audience cheered and so did Frankie. “That’s excellent news. Are we still going to be seeing you with a lightsaber sometime soon?”

“Ah, well I’m not at complete liberty to say just yet but I think you and the audience will be pleasantly surprised.”

“Excellent, I love to hear it. I imagine the last week or so has been a nightmare.”

“Oh God, you wouldn’t believe. Between planning out a future that didn’t seem so clear and trying to keep my family and friends from not worrying to much all the while not spiraling myself, it’s been difficult.”

“What is your biggest take away, Xavier?”

“I think my biggest take away is cherish your time with your loved ones. Life is too uncertain to not do that.”

“Do you wish things would have been handled a bit more privately?”

“I do and I don’t. The actual topic at it’s core is important and still happening all over Hollywood. But there are major wage gaps all over. Women making less than mess with similar or high education, wage gaps over age where people who have served companies for years are being paid significantly less than a much younger newcomer. It’s disheartening. But even with all of that and the attention it seems to be getting, I’ve had to make huge strides in covering up a lot of personal matters and experiences that were at risk of being leaked. My mum is in town and there was a video of her crying outside the police station that had been posted on Instagram. Things like that--I just wished it didn’t have to be out there.”

Frankie nodded and quickly noticed Xavier covering his left hand and the ring underneath. “Absolutely. I’m sorry that happened to you. I hope that more people become conscious of privacy and how everyone is deserving of it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Not everything has to be documented and you’re a better person for allowing someone to have that moment to themselves.”

Frankie smiled and reached for his shoulder, giving him a reassuring and gentle shake. “Proud of you, Xavier. When we come back, we’ll play a round of Who’s Mustache Is this, talk a little bit about back to school fashion, and discover who am I crushing on this month.”

“That’s an easy one.” Xavier teased. “Before we go to break, Happy Birthday, Frankie! You’re 26 and taking over the world. How does it feel?”

“Oh no the questions get turned on me. haha. Well, I’m very happy. I have a supporting family and friend group, the most amazing partner who yesss is my now forever crush, Xavier, damn.” They chuckled. “Nominated for an Emmy and feeling on top of the world. My family keeps growing and I can’t be happier.”

Xavier began to clap and encouraged the audience to applaud. “Okay, now we can go to a break.”

“Oh now we can. We’ll be right back with more Real Sheet so don’t go anywhere!”

Frankie wrapped up and then pulled Lisa close to them. “Make sure no shots of Xavier’s left hand.”

“On it, boss.” Lisa, who was aware of Xavier’s marriage winked at him and then nodding at Frankie.

“Thank you. I just feel weird taking it off.” he smiled and Frankie shook their head.

“Naw, I get it. I wouldn’t either. You’re doing great by the way. I’m so glad you chose us to let everyone know you’re off the hook. I really am proud of you.”

“And I of you, Frankie.”

Lisa waved her 1 minute warning and Frankie stood still as make up fix them and Xavier up.

“Annnd we’re back! Time to pick out a mustache!” They were glad for the levity and so was Xavier. He knew another platform would have asked more questions that he wasn’t prepared to answer.

#( paras. )#para: The Real Sheet

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hunted-for-feathers · 2 years

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Generational Secret | Solo

TW: Death

“Remember, my dear. Never transform in front of strangers, and always be aware of your surroundings. If humans knew what we were, they would hunt us. Okay, my dear Peri?”

Peri’s mother, Phoebe, always told him this growing up. Be mindful and aware of your surroundings. If people found out that they were pegasi, they would be hunted down for their feathers, for their feathers can make anything fly. That’s why there were so few pegasus left in the world now, and that’s why the gods of Olympus gave them the power to transform into humans.

Peri loved his parents and heeded their warnings. He tried not to transform often, but there were times where the urge to let his wings free and fly was too great. It was the greatest feeling in the world to any pegasus, so the fact that pegasi had to hide their true identities because of greedy and envious humans was sad.

Despite the sadness and secrecy, Peri never let that keep him down. He always looked for the positive and bright side of things. In his eyes, there was always something in life to be happy about.

Little did he know how amazing of a quality that would be after the hunters found them...

The Wing family kept mostly to themselves. They lived in a little cottage up in the mountains, mostly secluded from the world. They rarely had any visitors.

One day when Peri was seven, a little girl appeared on their doorstep. The Wing family was confused. How did she get here and alone no less?

Tears were streaming down her face. “H-Hi. I’m lost, a-and I can’t *sniffle* find my d-daddy!” The tears turned into a stream as she broke down crying further.

Pegasus bent down to her level and gently hugged her. “Shh. It’s okay. We’ll help you find him, okay?” The little girl nodded her head. “What’s your name?”

She sniffled. “Bailey.”

“That’s a pretty name.” She smiled, but there was still sadness in her eyes. “What does your father look like?”

“H-He *sniffle* He’s tall. Green eyes. Brown hair. Um... h-he’s wearing all brown. He may seem scary, b-but he’s actually really nice.” She started to bawl again.

“It’s okay. We’ll find him, okay?” She nodded her head. Pegasus turned to his son. “Peri, can you watch her while your mother and I go look for her?”

Young Peri nodded enthusiastically. “Leave it to me.” He smiled at the girl, hoping to cheer her up and extended a hand out to her. She seemed a little apprehensive, but she took his hand. “Do you want to play a game?”

“W-What game?”

“A card game.”

Bailey went quiet for a long moment but eventually nodded her head.

While Peri’s parents looked for her father, Peri and her played various card games. She eventually stopped crying, and Peri got her to crack a smile every now and then.

Hours passed. Pegasus and Phoebe came back home, but they didn’t find her father. She started to tear up. “Don’t worry, Bailey. We’ll find him, okay?” Phoebe said, trying to reassure her. Until they did find him, though, Bailey would be staying with them.

Days passed. Still no sign of Bailey’s father. Bailey was crying more often, and Peri didn’t like to see that. He didn’t like seeing anyone cry or be upset, and it seemed to be getting more difficult to get her to smile. He was determined to make sure she smiled, though. Even if it was just for a second. Plus, the longer they spent together, the more he started to see her as a friend. His mother always said to keep their secret from strangers, but was Bailey still a stranger to him? It should be okay to share their secret with a friend, right? He had been pondering over this thought.

Day 10. Still no sign of her father. Pegasus and Phoebe were worried that they may never find him or worse find him dead. They didn’t stop looking, though. They refused to.

Peri was doing everything he could to make Bailey smile but nothing was working. It was frustrating him. He looked outside, admiring the clouds. His favorite thing to do was to fly through the clouds. Maybe Bailey would like it too.

He contemplated for a long while, but after another hour of not seeing her smile, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey! I want to show you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. Okay?”

Bailey thought about it before nodding her head. Peri took her hand and let her outside to the stable behind their cottage. He looked around to make sure no one else was around. “Wait right here.” He jumped into one of the stables and stripped his clothes off. Otherwise, he would’ve shredded his clothes when he transformed.

Once he transformed, he stretched out his body and his wings and neighed. He came out of the stable, and Bailey gasped. “Wow!” She shouted, grinning. That was the first time she grinned since she separated from her father.

Peri leaned down and motioned for her to sit on him with his wing. She gingerly moved onto Peri and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently stood up and walked out of the sable, being mindful of the surroundings. As soon as he knew there was no humans around, he took off.

Bailey squealed as they flew. It was the most incredibly feeling in the world. For a minute, she forgot all about her dad. She forgot about her troubles. She just enjoyed the feeling of the wind against her, and when they flew through a cloud, she laughed as she felt a bit of wetness.

They flew around for about an hour before heading back to the cottage. “That was amazing!” Bailey squealed as Peri changed back. “Can we do that again?”

Peri laughed. “Sure! We just have to be careful that no one sees us, though.”

“Why?”

“Because humans would hunt us.”

Bailey started to get nervous. “Why?”

“For our feathers. They can make anyone or anything fly if they have enough. That’s why what I did today must remain a secret. Please don’t ever tell anyone about what we are, okay?”

She nodded her head. “I promise.”

Peri smiled, feeling like he did a good thing by trusting her.

As they went back inside, they found Peri’s parents there with a strange man. Bailey gasped. “Daddy!” She ran towards her father who caught her and wrapped her up in a big hug.

“My Bailey Bug. I was so worried.” He said tearfully. He looked back at Pegasus and Phoebe. “Thank you.”

“It was no problem.” Pegasus smiled. “We would hope someone would do the same if we ever lost our son.”

“Daddy, can we go home now?”

“Yes, sweetie. Yes, we can go home now.”

He started to leave and thanked the Wings again. Bailey went back and hugged Peri. “I’ll be back soon, so we can fly again.” She whispered.

“Come back any time.” Peri grinned and waved as they left.

Later that night, the Wing family decided to fly after dinner. They took the necessary precautions like normal and took to the skies. They flew for a few hours and headed back home, but they weren’t expecting to have company.

As soon as they entered the stables to shift back, they were surrounded by hunters. Among them was Bailey’s father. Pegasus and Phoebe were confused to see him, but dread filled Peri. Did Bailey betray their secret after she promised she wouldn’t? Did Peri make a mistake in trusting her?

“Now!” Bailey’s father shouted. Nets were thrown at them. They missed Peri completely, and Peri’s parents were able to avoid them. They all started to fly through the skylights in the stables. Peri and Pegasus made it out safely. Phoebe, however, wasn’t so lucky.

Just as she escaped through the skylight, the hunters threw another net and caught her. While Pegasus wanted to go back and save his wife, he had to make sure his son was safe. Peri flew to a cave and hid there.

Pegasus neighed, telling Peri to stay there, and he flew back to the stable. He was too late, though. The stable was set ablaze, and he knew that he had lost Phoebe. He wasted no time in flying back to his son. He shifted back and knelt on the ground in front of Peri. He didn’t stop the tears from flowing. “I’m sorry, son... I couldn’t save your mother.”

Peri transformed back and started to bawl, holding his father tightly. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I thought I could trust her.”

“Who, son?”

“Bailey... I didn’t like seeing her sad, so I flew with her. I-I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry, Dad. Mom’s dead because of me.”

“No, son. No. It’s not your fault. Don’t ever think that, okay?”

Peri nodded his head, but he didn’t know if he fully believed his father’s words. He vowed that day that he would never tell anyone his secret ever again. He didn’t want to lose his father too.

Eventually, Peri went back to finding something positive in everything, but he would never forget that day. A wall now surrounds his heart, and he would always be weary about trusting people. Especially with his family secret.

#{ goofy but secretive | solo }#tw: death

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Fluffvember Prompt #3 Clean

Characters: Silva Cataracta and Hien Rijin (Ricmorn Cataracta is not in this scene, but he is mentioned.)

Rating: General

Notes: This scene takes place sometime between Shadowbringers Patch 5.3 and the start of Endwalker. No major spoilers of any kind here. Words contained in [brackets] are in another language, in this case, it's Doman.

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Polyamory Relationship (V Relationship), M/F/M Relationship, Food, Domestic Fluff, Mild Angst, Mentions of Original Character(s) Death(s).

Silva stared at the horror her kitchen and combined dining room and living area in her Kugane apartment had become. Flour and powdered sugar dusted her countertops. Bowls filled with different batters, dessert fillings, and sweetened icing lay scattered about or filled the sink. She didn’t even want to glance at the assortment of dirty baking tins and pans or the number of spoons she had used for this… spontaneous baking spree.

Some people spared, drank themselves to the point of blacking out, or fucked the stress out of their systems. Meanwhile, this Warrior of Light liked to bake all sorts of sweet treats, of all things, instead — stress baking. There could be other, worse vices for her to rely on.

The plus side of this was her home away from home smelled amazing now. But…

What in the world was she going to do with everything she made over the last several bells?

The Au Ra buried her face into her hands and groaned, tired, a mess, and still a little stressed over things she couldn’t control. “Gods— Why am I like this?” she grumbled, shaking her head. “There’s no way in the seven hells you and Ricmorn can eat all of this by yourselves! And taking most of this to the Rising Stones would need several trips and— Ugh!”

Sometimes, Silva just wanted to throw her brain out the window. This was one of those rare occasions.

Why couldn’t she play the piano until her fingers went numb like her husband did when he felt stressed? That seemed more reasonable than looking through her cookbook and selecting twenty different desserts and other sweets to make.

While the Auri woman was busy talking to herself and muttering curses under her breath, she hadn’t realized someone had opened the door to her apartment and wandered in.

“Ah, good! You’re here, [wildflower.] I was afraid you weren’t when you didn’t answer my linkpearl calls and—”

“Seven fucking—” Silva gasped, spinning around with one hand clutching her racing heart and the other reaching for a nearby rolling pin. However, the second she realized the familiar appearance of the young lord standing before her, she let her arm fall to her side and ignored the rolling pin. “Kami— Y-you can’t just walk up on me like that, Hien!” she rasped. “I nearly threw a dirty rolling pin at your head! And I probably wouldn’t have missed!”

He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking. “And there would have been a good chance I would have sliced clean through it with my blade.”

She couldn’t believe what her horns were hearing. “Hien!”

Hien gave her a sheepish smile, trying his best not to laugh. His beloved seemed flustered enough as it was. “Apologies, my dear. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he promised. He then gazed over at the long dining table. Curious hazel eyes roamed over the numerous treats covering the dark wood top. Some of them he recognized — muffins, sweetened breads, pies, and dessert bars. The rest of them appeared more foreign to him. “I see you’ve been rather… busy today.”

Silva snorted, carding a hand through her short purple and magenta waves. “Sure, I guess you can call it that. Though you should probably call it what it is — a hot mess.”

Just like me. But she didn’t dare say that aloud.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her long tail swishing behind her. “I didn’t sleep… great last night,” was her admission when he didn’t speak. “Nightmares — one I haven’t had in a while.”

His gaze softened. “Your parents?” he asked, speaking softly. His heart clenched painfully in his chest when she nodded.

“Hence the mass assortment of baked goods before you.”

The young lord closed the distance between them in a few strides. In seconds, he gathered the small Raen in his arms and held her close, murmuring gentle words beside one of her ivory horns. She instantly melted against him as he offered her solace. Her worries and stress faded as she buried her face in the fluffy fur lining his dogi, breathing in his comforting scent of bright citrus, ginger, and sandalwood.

He was her home away from home,

“Thank you,” she whispered, not realizing just how badly she needed a hug.

Hien kissed the top of her head, smiling into her hair. “Of course. I’m here for you always, [wildflower.]”

“I know.”

He pulled away from her to gaze down at Silva. “Where’s Ricmorn?” he wondered. “It doesn’t seem he’s here with you.”

“Oh!” She blinked. “He went out to restock the items I used for my burst of… stress baking.”

“Stress baking? I never knew you were capable of such a thing, Silva.”

Silva couldn’t help but snort at that. “Well, there’s plenty of evidence that I do around us, Hien,” she laughed. Her lips curled into a smile when he grinned. “It’s not often that I end up resorting to it — only when I’m really stressed or deeply affected by something that is out of my hands.”

He hummed in understanding. “I see…”

“Ricmorn also went out to get me some of the steamed meat buns I like to try to cheer me up,” she added. “He should be back soon.”

“That’s nice of him,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “A good, doting husband he is.”

She laughed again. “Oh, don’t be like that!” His rumbling chuckles at her playful teasing made her heart flutter. “You dote on me just as much as he does, [my heart,]” she promised, leaning up on her toes to kiss him.

And when he returned the kiss, her tail whipped around behind her.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked when they parted. “I could help you clean up.”

Her eyes grew wide at the offer. “I— I couldn’t ask that of you, Hien. It’s my mess. I’ll get around to it once I take a break and—”

“Nope— You don’t have to say anything else.”

The last thing Silva expected was Hien guiding her over to a nearby chair. A squeak of surprise left her when he tightened his hold and made her sit down. She looked up at him, confused.

“What are you—”

“Sit,” he told her, crossing his arms. “Sit down and relax. I can handle wiping things down and washing some dishes while we wait for Ricmorn to return, and then I can drag him into helping me.”

Silva didn’t know what to say, fumbling for words to express her gratitude. “O-oh, well— I suppose if you’re sure a-and—”

He cut her rambling off by offering her a lemon bar to snack on while she rested. She sighed as she took it from him, biting into the sweet and tart treat. A cheerful hum escaped her as the dessert melted in her mouth. And when she went to take another bite, she caught Hien sneakily trying to eat one with his back turned to her.

“Really?” she snorted, her mouth full of crumbs.

The young lord gave her another sheepish smile. “What? You know I love your lemon bars!” he praised, trying not to laugh with his mouth full. “Just the right amount of sweet and tart for me, and the shortbread crust dissolves so easily in your mouth.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Yes, yes, I know. I made a whole pan just for you to take back home.”

He gave her a boyish grin at the news and shoved the rest of the dessert bar into his mouth, and she nearly choked on her food from laughing at how ridiculous he was.

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