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xddaengx · 2 years

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✧ Pairings: Mingyu x Reader ⎜Wonwoo x Reader ⎜

✧ Genre: Poly!AU ⎜ Idol!AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: Recording Sex ⎜ Jealousy ⎜ Kitchen Sex ⎜ Cheating ? ⎜ Wonwoo being jealous and desperate ⎜ Oral F (receiving) ⎜ cock riding ⎜

✧ Word Count: 3.4k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This was the dirtier / deleted version of pt 6 - it wasn't supposed to be seen by the world, but I've needed a dose of wonwoo lately so here it is. ENJOY!! - DISCLAIMER THIS IS NOT APART OF THE SERIES, JUST A DELETED VERSION.

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It’s been three weeks.

Three weeks since your night with Dino.

Three weeks since your night with any of them other than your boyfriend. It was strange not seeing the others at least once a week, your boyfriend often coming home tired and wanting nothing more than to eat and go to sleep.

Comeback season was always the worst.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Mingyu whispers into your skin, his torso bare, his body slung over the top of yours. You chuckle, drawing small patterns on his broad back, smiling as you feel him melt further into you.

“You’ve seen me almost everyday, gyu.”

“I know, but we’ve never actually seen each other - either you’re asleep by the time I get home, or I’m asleep. I just missed being with you.” You can’t help but grin at his words, pressing a soft kiss against the top of his head, almost able to picture the blush rising on his cheeks.

“I missed you too, gyu.” You respond, looking down at him as he raises his head from your chest, resting his chin against your sternum as he looks up at you. “I’ve missed all of you, it’s been so quiet around here lately.” You chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess you haven’t seen them in a while.” Mingyu says, you can hear the sulking in his voice, the pout starting on his face.

“What’s wrong? Have I done something wrong?” You question, and Mingyu shakes his head quickly.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, I think you’ve done everything too well is the problem. All they ever talk about is you and what they’ll do when it’s their turn, and how they can’t wait. It’s just starting to bug me a bit.” He answers quickly, moving away from your body, sitting up on his knees.

You follow sitting up slowly looking over him with a sigh.

“Mingyu, we don’t have to continue this, I’m sure the boys will understand if you call everything off.” You mumble, reaching out a hand for his own. He’s quick to lace his fingers with yours, his eyes looking at your hands for a moment before he leans forwards capturing your lips with his, in a short chaste kiss.

“I don’t want to call it off.”

“Then what do you want? This is your plan, you can choose when it stops.”

“I just don’t want them to forget that you’re still the same person you where a few months ago, that you’re their friend and not just some girl they can hook up with.” He says quietly, adding “And that you’re mine.”

“Then why don’t we remind them that they can’t always touch what’s not theirs.” The grin that grows on Mingyu’s face sends shivers down your spine.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You question, looking down at mingyu, his cock buried deep inside you, one hand on your hip holding you still while he fiddles with your phone. “What if they spread it?” You question, all the warnings you’ve ever heard about sending nudes ringing in your head.

“They won’t.”

“How can you be so sure.”

“I may not be the scariest person, but they all know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine. Including sharing Hoshi’s hentai stash.” Mingyu chuckles, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your bare skin as he presses a few buttons on his phone, the room only lit with the bedside lamp.

Mingyu gives you a quick nod, his phone filming as he pushes your hips back and forth slowly, your hands splayed on his abdomen as you take the lead in building both your pleasure.

“Shit, gyu” You curse, “I feel so full.” You hum in content as you move your hips to the rhythm of the soft R&B music in the background, you hair falling over your shoulder as you lean forwards gaining more momentum with your thrusting.

Mingyu pans the phone from where your hips meet up to the bottom of your jaw, you face still out of view as you boobs bounce to the rhythm of your thrusts, mingyu jutting his hips up on occasion pulling a groan from you. You feel mingyu shift slowly, bracing his feet on the mattress the hand on your hip stopping your movements, his thighs clenching as he begins to drill up into you.

“Fuck.” He groan as you clench around him, your hands on his stomach the only thing keeping your steady as his movements become brutal, the feeling building quickly in your abdomen.

“Mingyu, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, his deep grunts telling you he was getting close to. He can feel it in the way your hands tighten on his bare skin, your nails digging into his sides. He grins, stopping his movements suddenly, stopping the video on his phone, removing his hand from your hip, typing quickly on his phone.

“I fucking hate you so much right now.” You hiss, moving your hips softly and slowly, trying not to loose the feeling.

“I know, but you’ll love me again later.” Mingyu coos, placing his phone to the side as he sits up pulling your body towards him, his lips pressed again yours, taking his time devouring you.

Your legs are quick to wrap around his waist as he sits up onto his knees bringing you with him, before turning the two of your around, your head falling softly against the pillows. He places a few soft kisses to your lips before moving down your body, sucking against the rise of your chest, pulling away to look at his work with a smile, picking up his phone snapping a quick picture of the purple bruises raising along your chest, a trail from your collar bone to the centre of your breasts, sending it in the group chat with the video.

“Gyu, I don’t know how much longer I can put up with your teasing.” You whine, reaching for him.

“I know, baby. But it’ll pay off in the long run.” He responds, the furious dinging of his phone interrupt your conversation.

“What are they saying?” You question, tiling your head up to get a glimpse of the chat on his phone. It clear to you the swear words that Seungcheol is sending, and the absolute confusion on Vernon’s part, his text seeming almost concerned the video had been sent to the wrong place.

Wonwoo sends through a question mark and nothing else, the others sending in their own slew of swear words and questions.

“Ready for the grand finale?” You nod in response, taking the phone from his hand, opening the camera app facing it down your body, Mingyu visible on the screen. He nods at you to start filming, moving slowly as he opens your legs, sliding down the mattress until his face in level with your pelvis.

All you can do is watch your boyfriend through the screen, your breathing heavy as he presses soft kisses against your tender skin, his finger gripping onto the supple skin of you thighs, holding them open as he blows a soft breath over your swollen pussy.

“Who do you belong to?” He questions, his eyes turned up towards you, his mouth ready to devour what’s in front of him.

“You.”

“Who calls the shots?” He asks.

“You.”

“Who is your favourite member of seventeen?”

“You.” You chuckle after his question, your thighs tense as he leans closer towards your sensitive spots.

“And who deserves to be spoilt at all times?” His last question takes you by surprise, definitely not what you had practiced before starting your scheme.

“You?” You saying confused, Mingyu shaking his head with a smile.

“No baby. It’s you.” He chuckles, before diving straight for your folds, his mouth pulling a high pitched moan from you. Your head pushing into the pillows, your hips bucking up towards his face. Mingyu’s hands hold you steady, his hand keeping you open and ready for him.

“Holy Jesus.” You whine as his tongue dips inside of you, his nose bumping against your clit as he pushes his tongue in and out a few times before licking up your pussy.

He feasts like a starved man, his movements quick and strong, your free hand reaching down to lace in his hair.

“Mingyu, please.” You sigh, your chest heaving, the whole scene being captured on his phone. Mingyu pulls his face away for no more than ten seconds, taking a few deep breaths his fingers gathering some of your slick, before he dives back in his finger pushing into you quickly.

You continue to whine, a fire burning inside of your abdomen, your thighs beginning to shake as you do your best to hold them open.

“Mingyu, I can’t.” You cry out, as he adds a third finger, his mouth pulling away from your cunt as he looks up towards you.

“Come for me, you deserve it.” He coos, as that’s all it takes, his fingers still pumping in and out of your as you try to twist away from him, the orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your hips bucking as his fingers keeping moving, your lip trapped between your teeth as you try to keep your moans in.

“That’s it princess, you did so well.” He praises, his fingers slowing before he pulls them out of you, sucking off any juices left behind, your hips falling to the bed as your thigh slap shut, you chest raising and falling quickly as your body settles back down.

“What do you say, princess?” Mingyu asks.

“Thank you.” You respond, letting out a soft laugh as mingyu reaches for the phone in your hand, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. He types on the phone quickly, sending the video before dropping onto the bed beside you, pulling the covers up and over your bodies.

You roll over, throwing a leg over his, his arms sliding under your neck, pulling you towards his chest. Once again it doesn’t take long for the group chat to start blowing up.

Woozi is the first to respond, just reacting to the video with a large bubble of love heart emojis, making the two of your chuckle. The notifications continue, the boys all reacting in their own way, Jeonghan sending a voice memo, saying he was in the car when he opened the first video, and now the managers think he’s watching porn in public.

“I mean it is kind of porn.” You huff, sitting up deciding now is a good time to pee before you get too comfortable.

The last notification pings you and mingyu looking at each other with surprised grins.

‘Wonwoo has left the chat’

“What do you think that means?” You question and mingyu shrugs.

“I guess people deal with seeing their best friend fucking their girlfriend in different ways.” Mingyu chuckle throwing his phone to the side, ushering you to the bathroom.

It’s been two days since Mingyu sent the videos to the group chat, the first time you had been at the dorm in a month and things were surprisingly comfortable. You had starting bidding some of the boys goodbye after the quick dinner you had made them, the lingering of their eyes giving you a little pep in your step as you shuffle around the kitchen cleaning the leftover dishes.

“Hey pretty girl, I need you to come to Hoshi’s room once you’re done, I have a surprise for you.” Mingyu whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck, as you nod your head, promising you’d come right after you finished the dishes. Mingyu presses one more kiss to your skin before shuffling down the hallway, the sound of a door opening and closing behind him.

You place the last dish in the drying rack, tugging off the rubber gloves spinning to make your way down the hall, stopped quickly in your tracks but the familiar tall man in the doorway.

“Hey Woo, you heading off too?”

“Yeah, I’m about to go.” He responds, his eyes meeting your for a second before sliding to the floor, his weight shifting from foot to foot.

“Everything alright?” You question, Wonwoo nodding quickly his eyes moving from the floor to lock with yours. “Are you sure? You seem a little tense.” You add, taking a few steps back, as wonwoo takes a few steps forwards, his feet not stopping as your back bumps the kitchen counter behind you.

“You just don’t get it do you?” He mumbles, his steps finally halting as he stands in front of you, leaning forwards his hands bracing on either side of your body. Wonwoo’s eye stay locked with yours, his body gently pressing you into the counter as his eyes dart around your face.

“Don’t get what?” You question, pulling a small scoff out of the man in front of you, he shakes his head softly a teasing grin on his face as he leans forwards, his mouth capturing yours.

“You don’t understand what you do to me.” He murmurs against your lips, his hand leaving the counter beside you, clasping your face as he tugs your body towards his as he deepens the kiss. Your body is quick to respond, melting into the way he kisses you, your mind taking a few moments to catch up with the situation. Your hands shooting up to grab his wrists as you pull your face away from his.

“What’re you doing?” You question.

“I’m going to show you exactly what you do to me.” Wonwoo answers, his lips finding your again.

This must be the surprise Mingyu was telling you about.

It doesn’t take long for you to return the kisses with a fever, Wonwoo’s hands dropping to your hips lifting you slightly as you slide back onto the counter.

His hips grind into yours as he pulls away, pressing kisses on your neck as his hands move under your shirt, cupping your bare breasts with a grin.

“No bra? You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” He speaks against your skin, giving your breasts a firm squeeze as he pulls your shirt up, sitting just above your exposed breasts.

“Those stupid videos drove me crazy. You have no idea how many times I had to jerk off, before I could get the image of you out of my head.” He groans, his head delving towards on of your nipples.

“That was the point, mingyu wanted to show everyone what was his.” You moan, leaning back, bracing your hands against the counter as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. His eyes turned up towards you, watching as you throw your head back.

“You taste exactly how I imagined.” Wonwoo groans, pulling his face away from you, his hands pulling you off the counter.

He moves your body firmly, turning you to face away from him, bending you over at the waist, your bare breasts pressing into the cold counter top.

“Tell me Princess, do you like it rough?” Wonwoo whispers, his body bending over yours as he whispers in your ear. You nod slowly, letting out a quiet squeal as you feel his hands tugging on your underwear, sliding them down your legs quickly, before pushing your skirt up your waist.

“Then that’s how we’ll do it.” He groans, as he pulls his growing erection out of his pants, giving it a few quick pumps before lining it up with your entrance, wasting no time in pushing in, his balls slapping against your ass as he bottoms out.

“Shit.” You curse as Wonwoo begins thrusting, his hips moving at a devil’s pace, his cock filling you to the brim. How did such a slim man have so much power.

Wonwoo’s hands are tight on your hips, trying to hold you in place and he drills into you, your soft moans mirroring his deep groans.

“You feel so good around me.” Wonwoo grunts, one hand realising your hips, sliding up your back as it rounds your throat, a soft pressure pulling a long moan from you.

“Mingyu always mentioned that you liked his hand around your throat.” Wonwoo hisses, his hand pressing softly against the skin. “He said it would make you come within a minute.” He continues, his hand squeezing a little tighter, the lack of air sending a strong pulse to your cunt, you eyes squeezing shut as you see stars.

Wonwoo moves his hand from your throat to your mouth and you let out a long moan, your orgasm jutting your hips back against his, the tightness of your pussy milking wonwoo of his own orgasm.

“Fuck.” Wonwoo curses, pulling out of you, grabbing some paper towel from the sink, wiping his own cock before tucking it back into his pants. He leans towards the sink, wetting a paper towel before wiping it between your legs, the cold feeling making you jump a little.

“Sorry.” He chuckles, wiping away whatever had started to make it way down your legs, before leaning down pulling your underwear back up your legs, your skirt falling back down.

“You better get back to, Mingyu. I’m sure he’s waiting for you.” Wonwoo whispers, his lips pressing one more long kiss against your lips.

“You were always supposed to be mine.” You can barely making out the words as Wonwoo kisses you once more before stepping away from you, leaving you leaning against the counter as he exits the dorm, the front door closing behind him.

“What the hell was that?” You question the empty room, taking a few deep breaths before shuffling down the hall, knowing mingyu would be waiting for you to give him the details.

You smile to yourself, as you open the bedroom door.

You’re glad Mingyu finally thought you were ready for Wonwoo. You close the door behind you taking a few steps into the room, faltering as you look to the left, two boys looking at you, equally confused.

“Surprise.” Mingyu coos from his spot on the bed, motioning to the two men with a grin.

“What the fuck?”

Three sets of eyes watch you. Two of them looking up towards you as your boyfriend takes a few steps forwards, gripping your hands in his.

“This is your surprise?” You question, looking down at the two men, sitting on the gaming chairs watching you and mingyu interact. Hoshi waves his hand softly, a smile bright on his face as he continues to watch the two of you whisper to each other.

“Someone needs to teach them how to pleasure a girl.” Mingyu’s voice is soft, his hand gently pushing the hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “It’s obvious that some people can be a little selfish with their gifts.” Mingyu huffs, looking towards the two boys with a glare.

The realisation hits you like a ton of bricks.

This was the surprise.

Not Wonwoo.

“Mingyu there is actually something I need to talk to you about.” You whisper pulling him to the other side of the room, looking to the boys with a apologising smile.

“What do you mean? Don’t you want to show these two how its done?” He questions, his eyes confused as he looks over your face.

“I do, I really do, but…”

“Good.” He sighs, pressing his lips against yours, his hands finding purchase on your butt, pulling your bodies together.

“Mingyu, wait.” You hiss, your head falling to the side and he presses kisses down your jaw, the feeling clouding your brain a little as you forget what you wanted to talk about anyway. You let out a soft sigh as Mingyu squeezes you butt softly, his hips jutting against your, his kisses sloppy against your neck.

“Mingyu…” You hum, your mind shooting forwards as you pull his head away from your neck. “Peanut.” You whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, as Mingyu pulls away from you, his eyebrows furrowed looking you over in concern. He nods softly, before moving towards the other two boys, explaining that you two needed to have a chat and this will continue another day.

They nod understandingly, shuffling quickly out of the room.

“Baby, what happened?” Mingyu asks as the bedroom door closes, his hands grab your, pulling you towards him the two of you sitting on the bed.

“Wonwoo and I might have just had sex.”

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sharkysherbetz · 7 months

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what do u like most abt drawing? the sketching phase, lineart-ing phase, shading phase, or anything else. or maybe it’s none of those and smth like finally being done and being able to look back on it all and admire it? (that’s mine and probably many others as well :])

Honestly my favorite part is the experimentation of it. I think the people who have been looking at my art a lot can call me out on this but every few weeks (days even) i change lineart styles (i have found that my artstyle is incredibly versatile and no matter what shading and lineart styles i do my art style will still look consistent as long as I keep everything structured the same). None of my drawings are trying anything new in particular, I just get bored, decide the brush doesn't feel right, or need something to look a certain way and I experiment a bit. The only art style I use constantly right now would be my Ms paint style (the pixilated one with thick lines). I love exploring different rendering styles as well. I honestly don't even have a least favorite part of drawing right now, I just skip over the parts I dont like (aka most of the time I don't sketch or use references or do any art studies) which leaves me with the most unconventional art process possible, but I've gotten really good and fast at it, I've been drawing like this multiple times everyday for 10 years (the vast majority of my life) so I can get away with it and warp the process without damaging the structure of my style. I also love the calmness of doodling without sketching. Doodling and experimenting is just how I have fun with art, and although my art process is incredibly broken if you dont do it in a way that is fun and enjoyable you're going to quickly loose motion and not want to draw or finish a drawing.

I'm sorry I kinda info dumped there but I love talking about art

If you're still here you're a real one

#if you really want to read all that #thanks so much for the ask :)#have a nice day #:)

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kart0 · 23 days

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Venting about me being stupid tw ed and suicide thoughts

...hey

I feel like I should start this by saying I've been actually pretty well lately ! I am drawing again, I lost weight which was something I really wanted, I think I made new friends, and I've been growing a lot on social media - I love the attention btw

So what do I have to complain now ? Dani doesn't this get tiring ? Uhhh yes but it's my blog so FUCK YOU

Anyways, it's exam season and there's a lot of things to do. And I have to mention I am illiterate I do not read nor am good at writing. I guess it has to do with my anxiety, I have a lot of thoughts. A LOT. That keep playing 24/7, so it's kinda hard to write something coherent.

So, I have this class, ceramic class, and I am terrible at it. Like. Super bad. Everything I do looks so bad it's literally disgusting to look at. Ok so we had this essay to do and I did, proudly, and I finish it on time which made me so happy. And I thought I did pretty well in fact !

Hm. Thought. We got our grade today and I got such a bad grade. Like. Not even half of the grade. And now I can't stop crying and feeling so stupid specially because ! Basically everyone in my class uses Chatgpt and gets away with it. And I swore, on my life, that I would never, NEVER, use AI to do my work. To do nothing, really. I have an ego the size of the universe, and I am extremely proud. It's my dignity on risk. What would my parents think of me ? What would I think of myself ???? I would never do that. Instead I keep writing everything on my own, with references of course. I used to think I'd rather get a low grade instead of using chat fucking gpt.

Well, now that I actually got a low grade I am really really upset, and regretful. Why did I have to be so proud and stupidly arrogant with my abilities. I know I FUCKING KNOW I can't write for shit. I keep thinking about how I should've used AI.

And I feel so shitty I skipped dinner tonight. Because I feel like I should starve and die. I do not deserve food. All I have to feel right now is fucking pain, and be miserable. Because I am failing this class. And I know, rationally speaking, this is super dumb. It's just a class and it's just one essay y'know. And I need to eat. Cuz honestly I'm pretty hungry.

But I keep thinking about what I did, and how I could've done so much better. I feel like such a fool.

Such a fucking fool.

And now my thoughts are spiraling, how I should either dropout of college (again btw) or kill myself ! Damn bro. Chill for a second.

And I have been eating less. Too less in fact. That's how I've been able to lose weight. So eating even less each time feels like a sickly accomplishment somehow. And I keep weighing myself everyday, morning and night. Sometimes 10 times a day. And all I want is for the number to get lower. It's so sick I should stop but I don't know how. And I feel so embarrassed and ashamed, I haven't told anyone about this.

I need to lose more weight, I NEED to lose more weight. Keeps on replay, and I work even harder to not eat. It's a game of being unworthy of basic human needs. I am starving myself to death. I know that.

And now I am punishing myself by not eating anything at all because of a fucking essay. Why do I keep doing this. What am I even trying to achieve with this. I keep feeling sick and nauseated and it's so bad and I keep taking pills for headaches and I just feel so... stupid

But I need to see me getting skinnier. I feel proud. And there was a time when this happened before too, when I was 18-19. I was so skinny back then and I did not eat.

And now it's happening again and I can't remember how I stopped the first time.

I don't want to feel sick all the time. I don't want to keep looking at the scale. I don't want to think I have to deserve food.

I don't want to die.

But I want this to be over. So much. And I know it's not the end of the fucking world but why, why does it feel like this all the time. Why can't I be normal, and have normal thoughts, and behave normally, and just be fucking ok for once.

I was doing so well... How did I end up like this again.

When will this ever stop ?

#me #rant #vent #uhhhhh

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kenjo-arts · 2 years

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Hey I wanted to ask on how you deal with extrem motivation loss, especially for art. Sadly I am so bad at finishing anything and I mostly have just random sketches and scribbles :/

Mostly i either power through or i say "done" on my scribbles and make a new one. And then keep making scribbles and sketches untill i find something im happy with (that's usually way diffrent from what I set out to draw [but I also have aphantasia so I never truly have something specific i set out to draw so like im used to it] ) For basically every more polished drawing you see here on my Tumblr Ive got maybe 1-3 sketches and 2 erased scribbles i never did anything with. Sometimes i just colour a sketch im only mildly unhappy/happy with and post it like my recent c!Bedrock bros art.

The thing is you don't have to be dishearted about only making sketches if you keep doing it because then you get better and youll be able to make sketches youre more and more proud of. (art is also sometimes also about habbit-> the biggest advices Ive always gotten is to keep drawing everyday (even if it's just boxes or idk hair) that itll help you improve even if the motivation isn't there or youre in an artblock)

Currently im feeling alot of motivation loss myself, which is why Ive not posted as much as I usually do. Which is why I've resolved myself to just keep drawing things im unhappy with untill i get over it <- i brute force it a bit... 😓 Or in worst case ill look at old sketches and just finish something im not that happy about to just get drawing back into my hand.

Worst case you can do like i did in the past (which i still SHOULD DO because Ive been struggeling too sometimes) and draw legs in diffrent poses. Just legs. Legs. Legs. This sounds strange but the likelyhood of you starting your drawings with the head is high so you might actually find it easier to draw more starting from somewhere else on the body. (comon advice is the hips bc that's where everything else goes out from in both directions)

Sometimes it also helps using a diffrent medium or brush. The reason my art shifts sometimes is because sometimes I find a brush i find it easy to draw losely and creatively with <- it's a strange psykological trick like writers writing in casual or funky fonts because it's not as "formal" which lessens pressure.

Because pressure is the killer of motivation in my personal experience, not pressure in deadlines, but in perfroming to perfection. It's also why i draw for myself mostly and kick myself mentally in the face when I get to caught up in drawing things that will do good on Tumblr or twitter instead of what give me brainrot.

Visual of my brain when it's going really well, regardless of how good the drawings are->

I hope any of this made any sense, i feel I rambled a bit all over the place so feel free to ask any questions. I don't have any profisional artist advice because Ive never had any art education outside a few videos on yt, so this is whatever i could think of right now.

ALSO REMEMBER TO USE REFRENCE OH GOD IM SO BAD AT THIS BUT YOU!!! YOU REMEMBER IT!! BE BETTER THAN ME!!! USE REFRENCE FOR POSES!!! FOR TEXTURE!!! FOR HAIR!!! FOR FACESS!!! FOR EVEYTHING IT ONLY IMPROVES YOUR ART!!!! AND ITS NOT CHEATING!!!

#Ask

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sophieinwonderland · 11 months

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Wait omg the recent posts about being environmentally cautious reminded me of a conversation I had with a few friends on the concept of "carbon footprint". I realized that the concept of "carbon footprint" was created as a way for corporations to further push the blame onto people while downplaying their involvement on global warming. Like think about it for a sec alot of this stuff life plastic waste ,etc can be traced back to corporations. "why not use a biodegradable materials and not plastic" answer: it's the cheapest material to use and can draw in the most profits as people are more likely to buy stuff that is cheaper thus bringing them in more business and profit. While being environment friendly is a good thing it's created this market of pseudo- environmentally friendly products. So you decided to use a reusable water bottle ,good but then you realize that reusable water bottle was actually made in a factory that utilizes fossil fuels and that the product is just being falsely advertised as "environmentally friendly" to draw in more consumers. Actual environmentally friendly products are often extremely expensive and way out of budget for people to use this making real environmentally friendly products a luxury for the more well off(if they even care) OR driving the business out of sale only leaving the big corporation that guess what utilizes fossil fuels . I've been learning a lot about capitalism and how it ties into global warming and WOW

Having this conversation right now after just finishing The Good Place with its whole thing on unintended consequences is so strange.

I feel like this is really hitting the nail on the head, and it's a huge problem that we as consumers also just don't have the time and resources to fact check whether the things being marketed as environmentally friendly are actually environmentally friendly, so you have these corporations who are able to push things that claim to be good for the environment but just end up bad in a completely different way.

And in the midst of all of this, the corporations just get let off the hook for their own involvement.

Also, circling back to the whole Crypto thing, I stand by everything I said before. It is true that anyone trading Crypto is contributing to the environmental harm being done by supporting that economy.

But I also don't think the Crypto economy actually needs that many everyday Janes to invest to be profitable. A lot of the market seems to be for the rich who are wanting ways to become richer or to just keep their money in a form of that's not controlled by world governments.

Not using Crypto seems like an easy thing someone can do to help the environment. But I think the level of judgement is a bit unwarranted when you realize that one person who gets maybe a thousands dollars in Litecoin donations won't have made 1% of 1% of the impact as one of the top accounts. And the Crypto Economy could probably be self-sustaining entirely with only these very wealthy individuals investing in it and buying.

Everyone can make a small difference, which is why I think education is important. Why we should inform people when something is harmful. But I think there are also these forces who are responsible for the vast majority of harm done to the environment who are wanting us to be arguing with and fighting each other with our comparatively small impacts so we don't focus on what they're doing.

#crypto currency #litecoin #politics #cryptocurrency #syscourse #political #economics #capitalism #crypto #corporations

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koushisun · 2 years

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A Burning Hill

Chapter 1: Fire Is an Old Friend

pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x GN!Reader, they/them pronouns used for reader length: 2.3k genre & warnings: Cyberpunk AU, mentions and slight descriptions of body modifications, mentions of alcohol, swearing (not beta-read) Notes: this is for the @treehouse-network collab! this was my first time writing anything cyberpunk, but i had a ton of fun with this! hopefully i can capture at least a little bit of the genre! also, i've got one more chapter already written for this, but after that updates will come whenever i have time! :) (also i do believe ira asked to be tagged so @killerdabi if u still wanted to read this its finally done skdjfh)

The train to Mondstadt is quiet.

It’s a bit too quiet for your taste; being alone with your thoughts has never really been a pleasant experience for you. Even the busiest train car is sparsely populated, with only a handful of people seated throughout.

The bullet trains of Teyvat are sleek and efficient in design, the seats spaced with a clinical sort of accuracy. The insides are a stark white, with chrome accents scattered around, reflecting the sunlight coming through the large windows on either side. The floor of the center aisle and the ceiling have a bright stripe of color running down their lengths—a neon light meant to indicate which district the train is currently passing through. Right now, the light is a brilliant royal blue, which means you’re on your way through Fontaine.

Fontaine is arguably the most pastoral of the seven districts, and you often find yourself wondering what it might be like to live there. Would you have a farm, raising sheep and cattle? Or perhaps you’d have a small cottage where no one would be able to find you. The capital of Fontaine was also nice—cleaner than most of the other districts, and their interest in technology is centered more on practical, everyday items.

Ah, well, there’s no use dwelling on hypotheticals.

You don’t sleep for the rest of the train ride; the trip only lasts an hour and a half at most, and you can’t afford to let your guard down in a public place. You watch the blue lights on the ceiling melt into warm gold and, later, from gold into a striking teal. You have finally passed through Liyue and into Mondstadt.

The bullet train comes to a stop, a smooth yet slightly robotic voice announcing your arrival in the City of Freedom. With a puff, the doors slide open, and you grab your bags, stepping off the train. It’s been almost a decade since your last visit to Mondstadt, and though the memories aren’t all great, you are happy to be back.

Dottore had been the one to bring you here, under the premise of inter-district diplomacy and whatnot. You hadn’t believed him for a second. As if Dottore would ever be interested in something like diplomacy. No, you knew better than that. There was no way that Dottore would have come all the way to Mondstadt for something that mundane. That man was nothing short of crazy, and honestly, you had hated every moment you were forced to spend with him.

You’re glad that’s all in the past.

Mondstadt is the same bustling city you remember it being, music blaring from speakers somewhere off in the distance and giant windmills looming over the buildings. People crowd the streets, and you have to shoulder your way through the densely packed streets.

Despite being the smallest district, Mond has a way of drawing people in. Though, its main draw might just be its (unintentional) leniency with law enforcement. You don’t think you could ever see yourself living here; the worn-down buildings and crowded streets aren’t much to your liking, though you guess they have a certain charm.

What you do like about Mondstadt is the alcohol. The drinks in Snezhnaya have always been too strong for you, but the wine in Mondstadt goes down easy—you find it more refreshing than inebriating. You can feel yourself brighten up at the thought of tasting Dandelion Wine for the first time in nearly ten years, and you maneuver the streets with renewed vigor.

You make your way to a bar on the city's far end—Angel’s Share. The outside is unassuming, just a normal-looking tavern; you doubt it would have caught your interest had the reviews not been so impressive. It seems as if the entirety of Mond is taken with this tavern. Not even their competitor, the Cat’s Tail, had anything bad to say when you looked.

Walking inside, the first thing you notice is the noise. Idle chatter bounces off the walls, filling the space with a liveliness only achievable in the City of Freedom. The walls are a deep red, and golden lights scattered around the room brighten up the space. The lack of technology is strange; usually, bars and restaurants would let automated tech take care of orders and other tasks. But here you see waitstaff scurrying around, dodging rowdy customers and delivering their drinks with practiced ease.

One of the hostesses directs you to the bar, and you slide into a seat.

“What can I get for you?”

The voice that greets you is deeper than the last time you heard it, but there is no mistaking it.

“Diluc?” Your eyes widen in recognition, and the man behind the counter stills momentarily. He clears his throat before repeating his question. You raise an eyebrow at his apparent dismissal. “Just a glass of Dandelion Wine, please.”

He nods, quickly filling a glass and sliding it to you.

“You know,” you start, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you ended up back here.” You take a long sip of your drink and sigh. Perhaps absence does make the heart grow fonder, because the drink is absolutely divine.

“Oh?” He turns to grab a glass to dry off, though you don’t miss that it’s already dry. “And why is that?”

“You always had something to come back to.” You shrug.

When you don’t add anything else, Diluc asks, “So why are you in Mondstadt, anyway?”

You snort. “What, am I not allowed to go places for the hell of it?” Diluc’s face sours, and you laugh. “I'm kidding, I’m kidding.” Your voice lowers. “I’m here chasing a lead. Seems like the Abyss is on the move again, and I’m not going to let the Fatui take advantage of that.” Setting your glass down, you continue, “Besides, you and I both know that Ordo Favonius can only do so much. I figured it was probably better if I just handled it myself.”

He hums in thought. “Well, if you need help, you know where to find me.” Diluc turns, and suddenly the conversation is over. You sigh and return to your drink.

“You’re early.” A grin breaks out on your face at the sound of your old friend. You turn in your seat to see a tall woman dressed in all black, a nun’s veil covering her short, burgundy hair.

Rosaria, the most eccentric member of the Mondstadt clergy. You had met her back when you visited Mond with Dottore, and you had kept in contact with her ever since. Work was hardly ever a topic of discussion, at least while you were a Harbinger, but those conversations kept you sane while you worked your life away under the Tsaritsa. She had become a sister of sorts, no pun intended, and you find yourself grateful for her constant companionship.

“Ah, well, I had to check out the place myself. Surely you didn’t think I’d go into this blind?”

Rosaria simply rolls her eyes at you before walking away. You stand, glancing at Diluc one last time before following your friend to the second floor of the bar.

“I didn’t realize you knew each other,” Rosaria states. It’s obvious that she means Diluc.

You brush shoulders with her as you walk up the stairs. The wood creaks under your feet, and you mentally note what steps to avoid next time. “Ah, yeah. I haven’t seen him for the last two years, though. We don’t really… talk anymore.”

“Something bad happen?” You grimace slightly at her question.

“Not exactly.” You sit down, pulling out a chair, and Rosaria does the same. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

You scoff. “Yeah? Good for you.” Your tone is edging on sharp, and your friend takes the hint. You rifle through your bag before setting your laptop down on the table. “Anyways, it looks like the Abyss is en route to Springvale Ward. From what I can tell, one of their Lectors is leading a group of mages and other low-level threats to Springvale to distract us from their bigger plot.”

Rosaria nods. “So, what is the bigger plot, exactly?”

“That’s what I don’t know yet, unfortunately. I managed to get some intel out of a couple Abyss associates, but it wasn’t much. The only thing they knew was that they needed to keep the Northeast gate clear of any Favonius who could get in their way.” You send Rosaria a message with all the relevant documents and her phone chimes in her pocket. “The next big question is: are they smuggling something in or out?”

The clicking of boots draws you out of your conversation, and you notice a man approaching. His dark teal hair sits long over his shoulder, his ornate outfit complementing it beautifully. He takes a seat across from you, next to Rosaria. “So what’s this I hear about the Abyss attacking Mondstadt?

Rosaria doesn’t say anything to the newcomer, but she doesn’t seem to regard him as a threat. You answer cautiously. “Are they now? That would be real bad, wouldn’t it?”

The man just smirks. “The name’s Kaeya Alberich. Captain of the Mounted Unit for Ordo Favonius. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He’s charming in the most disarming of ways, and were it not for the eyepatch on his face, you imagine he would’ve winked right about then.

“You can call me Shade.” You shake his hand, and his icy blue eye lights up in recognition.

“Oh, so you’re the infamous Shade. I’ve heard quite a lot about you, though I must say not all of it was good.” The smile never slips from his face, and you keep your guard equally as high.

“I’m not interested in whatever rumors you’ve heard, Captain Alberich. My only goal is to help people. If you have a problem with that, I’m sorry to say that’s not my issue to deal with.”

He laughs at that, nudging Rosaria’s shoulder. “Did you hear that, Rosaria? They called me Captain Alberich! Not even my officers call me that! You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you?” Rosaria doesn’t move as Kaeya slings an arm around her. He eventually simmers down, and he notices you fiddling with your arm.

It’s one of a few body modifications you have; some are a relic of your time in the Fatui, and some are more recent. You’re sure Dottore would’ve turned his nose up at the newer ones you’ve gotten, but he always was such a snob. Your forearm has a couple of panels; most of the internal structure was changed to accommodate electrical wires. You click them open and shut, mostly out of boredom.

“Ah, are you team mod, too?” You turn your eyes back to Kaeya and shrug.

“I’m not against it. I got some, had some given to me—it all kind of blends together after a while.” You click your arm shut one last time, flexing your fingers. “You have some yourself, I assume?” He nods but doesn’t demonstrate. Not that you were all that interested to begin with.

“Unlike my brother, I find body modification rather intriguing. Diluc can go on and on about the sanctity of the human body, but I really don’t get it. Why wouldn’t I want to make my life easier?” He flags down a nearby waitress and orders a few drinks for the table. “But anyway, enough about me.” He leans in closer to you. “I would love to hear all about what the Abyss is up to.”

It strikes you at that moment that Kaeya is much like a bird. Charming, beautiful, and sings a tune that drags you in feet first. But, unlike the tiny songbirds you find so appealing, Kaeya is sharp. He is more like a bird of prey. A hawk hidden under a false coast of peacock feathers. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up clasped in his beak, with no escape easily found.

You share your intel, and Kaeya leaves.

“I hope you know,” you say as you watch Kaeya disappear down the stairs, “that I don’t intend to let Ordo Favonius do all the work.”

Rosaria smiles. “Oh, I was counting on it.”

The rest of your evening goes by in a flash, the night speeding by in a mix of booze and old stories swapped between friends. Before you know it, Rosaria heads out for the night, leaving you by the bar. The noise has vanished from the building, only a few sleepy patrons left scattered around at various tables.

“I saw Kaeya leave earlier tonight.” You hear Diluc’s voice off to your right, and you see him walk out from behind the bar. He makes himself comfortable on the stool next to yours, and you turn away from him. “Did you really go to Ordo Favonius for help before you came to me?” The bitterness in his voice is plain, and you feel years-old resentment stir in your chest.

“Yeah, like you’ve made it so easy to talk to you these last two years,” you huff. “Honestly, Diluc. You know the Order isn’t my first choice, and I wouldn’t have gone to them if I didn’t think it would help.” His gaze lingers on you, heavy in all its intensity. “Besides, it’s not like I asked Kaeya to meet me. I came here to talk to Rosaria, and he just happened to show up. I made a judgment call, and now I just have to hope it pays off.”

A tense silence follows.

“I’m just saying that Ordo Favonius is inefficient. You can’t trust them to get anything done.”

You furrow your brows, feeling your annoyance seep onto your face. “And I’m just saying that I didn’t ask for your opinion on my decisions. You lost that right when you left, and you know it.”

Diluc doesn’t say anything to that, perhaps because he agrees, or perhaps because he simply doesn’t know what to say. Or perhaps a bit of both.

Both of you end that night feeling a bit sadder and lonelier than you started out.

#diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc ragnvindr x you #koushisun writes

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dailyaudiobiblechronological · 5 months

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11/22/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription part 6

Community Prayer Line

hey DABCers I need to update you guys and thank everybody for praying Kingdom Seeker Daniel and everybody else is prayed for me oh this is Kira can try spirit and my son is Nish and he's been on a trail of your journey of like drug use homelessness you know mental issues that come along with like a lot of drug use and it's it's a turning there's a turning point right now I am praising the Lord I've been praying for breakthrough I've been praying for and Clarity in his situation for me and for him and I've been giving him up to the Lord It's been a process this past 3 years I've been trying to help him and it's gotten to the point where it's just God's perfect perfect amazing timing it looks like he's on track I've filed this petition legally and looks like he's on track for mandatory Court appointed treatment for for substance and I think the mental health part of it is well because that's his situation and I'm just thanking Jesus for the prayers of the Saints I'm thank you for allowing me to obey and take the steps and listen and just pray see without ceasing and listening to God and for being able to obey and take the steps and and y'all it's just I'm so thankful and I'm so grateful to God so just agree with me in prayer thanking God for clarity him having Clarity of his situation and just and God drawing him near which he is doing and and just for a new life amen Concern I took the doctors advice seriously and I did everything necessary they did find a lump in my breast so I have to go and have an ultrasound done and hack see a specialist they want to rule out and make sure it is not breast cancer and saying that my sister died at 39 years old from it it is serious and it's something I will yeah so I have the ultrasound and the specialist appointment in December so keep me in prayer blood pressure not doing that great she actually had to put me on two more medications now I am I'm now on for medications for my blood pressure it has been stroke level all week she's threatening hospitalization if it doesn't come down and I am still extremely stressed out about working interviewing and I'm trying to find a new job but the stress just won't go away and now it's the holidays and you couple everything it is just yeah so I'm on the men's on in one area but not doing so well as far as the blood precious concerned I've been really really sick with that so just wanted to give you guys an update I'm still listening everyday and praying for you guy

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les-maisons-toutes-pareilles · 1 year

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19/01/2023

I saw my therapist today and then I had time at school to use the equipment and work on a school project. It was a nice session, we talked about something else than what we did last time and I'm happy about that but I did not expect us to talk about this subject out of everything that I've written down in my diary. It's often like that with my therapist, but then again I sort of prefer it this way. He gave me some sort of homework too. I'm gonna have to make comics with Octobre and I guess learn how to draw at the same time. I don't want to stress it but I want to do something at least, ecen if just one panel.

I talked to my mum. I told her about me having bpd, about my meds, and about why I also wanted a cat. She still agrees I can have one. I told her I might go see a breeder if I can't adopt for now and she's ok with it. It felt weird but good to finally say it all out.

I've been thinking about them as well. So so much. Almost everyday of my journal is about them in some way. I've ttold my therapist about wanting to contact them again but feeling like I'm not ready because I am not sure I have done enough work. Especially interpersonal stuff, and direted at this relationship specifically. No answer from the other one, but I've contacted someone I've seen from behind a glass door for now and it went ok. I don't know what I'm doing but this is what is going on and honestly I don't have enough mental energy to search further than that.

I've seen a really cool tattoo that reminds me of my rage and I'd love to have it on my leg. I'm not sure I have enough money but I can ask how much they ask for it and then start saving. I also need to save for if I want to be able to see the concerts I want to see (and maybe my birthday little holiday?), all these trips are gonna be expensive and I don't have that much money left. I should try and find another job. First I'll contact the dude from the premiere and then maybe cafes and bars. I have 200 from the insurance and my therapy sessions but I don't think it'll be enough haha. Plus the cat is expensive too.

I managed to open my cassette corder and make it work but I think my cassette is too big and I can't close the lid...But it's made me want to make that mixtape so bad. I have a few songs. Some that remind me of them but some I want to give them. I need to work on it.

Listening to : This Far by The Land Below

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adurami-ekun · 1 year

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Phase 1 - The Foundation

My biggest tendency is to get overly stuck in the vision. Rather than seeing it as a guide, it becomes an expectation. Impatience sets in, steps get skipped, burnout ensues. Rinse and repeat. I want things to be different this time. I want to make sure I not only have what it takes to make it possible, but to make it last.

1. Good Stewardship

A good portion of that is actually in everything outside of Adurami. My health, my faith, my relationships, my finances, my work; being a good steward with what I have is the only way to get to what I want. And I am grateful and I have to keep reminding myself that I have enough. Not everyone can say that. Of course I can wish I had more, but I'd be either a liar or delusional to say that I don't have everything I need. I'm operating from a very privileged position, no matter if my race in this country says otherwise.

So what does that look like practically? It looks like doing the dishes, for one. Reading my Bible and meditating on truth, spending time with my daughter and removing my career and a relationship from the pedestal in my mind that says that these are the things that defines my worth. My worth is already defined. I'm a princess, a daughter of the King of kings, and He loves me very much.

I'm not good at keeping up habits. I hesitate to keep going on this point because I'm setting myself up for failure. But without structure I'm not going to get to the place where I have enough room in my life to get what I want. Life is like a gas - it will expand to take up all the room given to it. Structure creates limitations to create margin. And I have to believe that everyday is another day to try again.

My faith, my home, my health, and my finances - if I can create systems to take care of each of these everyday, I'll have the space and the energy I need to move beyond needs to get to the project, and achieve what I want.

2. The Tiger

I have to learn how to draw a tiger. At first I thought I would just create some abstract representation of one and simply change its position depending on the prompt, but the more I think about it, the more flexibility I want for Adurami. I don't want to be restricted to a few poses and then have to do the research every time I want to change something up. I'm also not sure exactly what style this tiger will take - photorealistic, cartoon, minimalistic, wearing clothing or not - whatever final form I decide on, learning how to draw a tiger with the same flexibility I learned how to write and draw letters is the goal.

This quickly becomes a bit of a rabbit hole. Character design, construction versus deconstructed approaches, perspective - my goal is to be so versatile at drawing this tiger that the words she says and the pose she takes are aligned. At the very least I can limit my focus. But it will take time before I achieve the same confidence I have in calligraphy (about 2 years) to drawing this tiger. But thankfully, it's just a tiger.

2. Jẹ ká sọ Yorùbá

I need to learn Yorùbá. It's been my mission for as long as I can remember, but I've failed every time. The idea is that if I learn for the sake of performance, I will learn. So a lot of it will come down to researching translations and understanding the language from a deconstruction point of view. I still need to listen to it and read it so that I can understand it better and make sure that my translations are accurate, and practice as well, but at the very least, I need to reply work on understanding and creating Yorùbá content for this brand. Words of affirmation, wisdom, and identity. From there, I'll be able to speak and write more.

4. Blackletter Calligraphy

I nearly didn't add this one. One because I feel sick as a dog and am over this blog post, the other because I feel this element is already done. But not only should I finish this blog post properly, but I also shouldn't take my calligraphy for granted. Every great calligrapher practices daily, and particularly in this case, I need to understand how my calligraphy works in Yorùbá. I've experimented in the past, but not in a way that is intuitive to me. And I need to settle on the gothic style that will be associated with the brand.

These four elements make up the foundation of phase 1, which I pray will be settled at least within the next few months. After that, I can start really going on the goal of phase 1, which is the community building.

These foundational elements on it serve to make it possible to bring people to the table. I want to learn how to do that, how to capture people's interest and how to make it past typical barriers. I'll have in the descriptions the English translation of whatever Adurami is saying, but I want the aesthetic to be so clean and straight forward that moving from phase 1 to phase 2 - creating inventory - would be obvious. I want people to ask me if I have stickers before they're made, tshirts before they're created. I want people to want Adurami to validate the move towards monetization. But first Adurami has to reach them.

Here's to dreams,

Adurami

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poguestvff · 3 years

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LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

taglist | masterlist | 2.5k words | @pogueslandia ,

warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

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kindnessisweakness2 · 3 years

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{DELUSIONAL-PART 5}

*not my GIF*

Jax had pulled Delaney down on to his lap as everyone started to discuss how to solve the problem. Delaney was frustrated with herself. She shouldn't of let it get this far. She should've been able to solve this herself. She thought of everyone in this room as family and all she'd done is bother them with her problems and put them in danger. "Maybe I should just move away. If I leave charming, the problem goes away and Jax is safe." Every member of the club started to protest her idea. Jax and Gemma being the loudest. "No your not going anywhere. You can't leave me-" Jax coughed his cheeks turning slightly pink. "I mean us! You can't leave us." Before Delaney could over think it Chibs chimed in. "Hold on a wee minute and think about it. What if that's what the sick bastard wants? To get you on your own, your family not around you. No one you can turn to for help. We'll protect you sweetheart, but you have to stay here with us. You belong with us D, this is your home." Delaney smiled softly as chibs patted her hands from across the table.

" I have an idea." Everyone turned to where kip was sat in the corner behind Juice. "What about if I moved in with Delaney? Protect her from this dude?" Delaney couldn't help but smile at Half sack. He really was the cutest thing ever. The sweetest guy. He was going to make some lucky girl very happy one day. Unfortunately for Delaney her heart was set on the guy who didn't want her. And why would he when he had beautiful women falling at his feet everyday? Tigs laughter broke delaney from her thoughts. "You? You couldn't protect yourself prospect!" Chibs snapped at the young lad who was blushing crimson at this point. And ofcourse Tig had to join in. "You'd be too busy panty sniffing you little perv. You think we don't know you fancy her? A few days of living with her you'd be stalker 2.0". Opie, Tig and Juice couldn't contain their laughter as kip went even more red. "That's a good idea" clay pointed out, interrupting the loudness. "What panty sniffing?" Tigs eyes went wide in amusement. Rolling his eyes Clay gave Tig a 'Shut the fuck up' look which seemed to work instantly. "Jax moves in with Delaney and they pretend to be a happy couple. That makes this guy angry, draws him out and we finish him." Delaney's eyes went wide at the suggestion. "Youll have to make it look real. Go in dates, public displays of affection, show her off around the parties, that kinda shit. We need to do it right, we wont get a second shot at fooling this guy, he notices every little thing about her." Jax nodded. "It's a good plan" everyone around the table agreed. Except Delaney that is. "There's just one problem to your little plan." Delaney pointed out. " No one is going to belive me and Jax are together. I'm not his type. He would never go for me. Everyone knows that." Jax started to protest but Tigs laughter cut him off. "It's fine just dye your hair blonde and spend some days working in Luann's studio and everyone will soon buy it". Delaney glared at Tig. She knew he was referring to Ima, the bottle blonde bitch that couldn't keep away from Jax. Just the mention of her name made Delaney angry. " Well then luann is going to lose her top performer. I've kicked her ass once I can do it again. I can shake my ass better than her anyways." Quickly changing the subject before Tig could say anything else, clay turned his attention to Jax. "You've got 2 weeks to finish this. Your free from club business until then." Nodding in response Jax tapped delaney's leg making her stand up. "I'll go pack some things up and we can head to your house." Delaney sat back in his chair as all the members spilled out into the bar area. Picking at her fingers her anxiety was still all over the place. She had extra things to worry about now. How was she supposed to live with Jax, pretend their a couple and keep everything normal between them? Then there was the added worry of him getting hurt by whoever this was. He may not have taken the threat on his life seriously but Delaney did. She couldn't help but worry that something was going to go wrong.

Less than an hour later Delaney and Jax pulled up to her house. Parking her car on her driveway, she looked at the grey door that lead to her home and she didn't want to go in. "It's ok. I'm here remember". Jax tried his best to reassure her but it did little for her nerves. "We got to make this work D. We got to keep you safe." Sighing she nodded at him. " Yeah I get it. Game starts now." She couldn't help the distain in her voice as she exited the car without another glance at Jax. If she had of glanced back she would of seen the flash of hurt that crossed his baby blues at the mention of the game. Little did Delaney know Jax didn't like this either. Climbing out of her car he made his way to the boot smiling as she opened it for him. Grabbing his duffle bag he smiled at her."Thanks Baby" he kissed her cheek softly. Delaney's eyes softened as she smiled at him. This was gonna be a hard two weeks.

Delaney knew deep down that somebody was going to come out of this hurt. And as she let Jax into her home, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was going to be her.

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Part 5 is finally up!! I really hope you guys like this! Don't forget to tell me what you think, I love getting messages from you guys!!

Part 6 will be uploaded either tonight or early morning tomorrow!

Love to you all, stay safe💕

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fancybehaviour · 3 years

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Daddy Woes

Summary:

Harry is a good husband; so he sends his wife out on a much needed girls day. James Sirius is a naughty boy; so he sends his father down an anxiety spiral.

Notes:

Written for @harryandginuary BINGO!

Prompt I 23: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?” “Do you not like zucchini?”

The sun had sunk low on the horizon, and in a few minutes would dissapear for the night. About dinner time, thought Ginny, as she made her way home after a long enjoyable day, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cobble. As she walked, she rewinded the highlights of her girls day out with Hermione and Luna in her head. Ginny had had an absolute hoot meeting her friends.She was sure she would continue to reminisce until the next time she could have such a day; after all being the mother of a seven month old meant that such trips were a rarity and she cherished them a lot.

Her legs ached from all the walking around she did while she helped Luna shop for her trip and she was looking forward to taking the nice long bath her husband had promised to draw her. She let out a sigh as she thought of sinking her aching legs in a hot bath, her husband perched at the edge of her bathtub as she gave him an exaggerated recount of the day's events peppered with silly nonsensical jokes, him guffawing at them all even though he had already heard them all. He did that a lot these days, laughing. Especially since the birth of their beautiful boy.

She felt a swell of love rise in her as she thought of her family; her seven month old baby son who could scream the house down and her loving husband who tried his best to give her respite from the said infant.

"Harry?" she called, pushing the front door to close and locking it. "James darling? I'm back home. Did you boys have fun?". She continued heading towards the kitchen where she could hear noises, taking care not to trip over the many toys that were strewn about their living room. Courtesy of their many relatives and friends, James seemed to have an amount of toys that seemed absolutely ridiculous to Ginny who couldn't remember seeing so many toys even at the Burrow, that had been the residence of seven children. Making the matter even more ridiculous was the fact that James's favourite toys were actually the copper pots and pans that he liked to bang about making noise.

It was only when she reached the kitchen and took in the desecration that it was that she realised that perhaps today, she might be the only one in the Potter household who might have had any semblance of fun.

Eyes darting from her slightly whimpering son in his high chair, to the trail of food spills surrounding him to the multicoloured stains adorning her husband's apron and his miserable face, she decided to address a whole other issue: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?”

“Do you not like zucchini?”, asked Harry, in a tone that might have been wry if it weren't for the long suffering expression on his face.

"Absolutely not. Can't believe you thought I did, the honor of questionable taste will forever be Hermione's ."

He gave a laugh that seemed more for her benefit (making Ginny wonder if parenthood had done a number on her humour too) and set about cleaning up. Ginny walked into the kitchen and lifted the whimpering toddler into her arms. She pressed a loud smacking kiss on both of his chubby, chubby cheeks, and rocked him gently, seemingly this was all that was needed for his whimpers seemed to slowly subside. She could feel Harry's eyes on them as he continued to clean up the mess; she remained silent, waiting for him to tell her what was weighing on his mind.

Instead he said, "He missed you," so she turns around to see him, looking at them softly with a look on his face that Ginny could only describe as melancholy. It reminded Ginny of her fifth year, when he looked at her like that, like she was everything he wanted but was unattainable.

It seems she was going to have to demand answers after all. Very well.

"Alright Potter, spill. Whatever happened today that has got you relapsing into your teenage angst?"

He laughed, and this time it was a genuine one; BINGO!

Pulling a chair at their kitchen table and settling himself down he said " James kept crying after you left. A lot."

"Uh-huh. Nothing he hasn't done before. "

"Yeah. Sure. But today I just realised.."

"Yeah?" She asked, settling down into the chair opposite him, shifting James into her lap who seemed very fascinated with playing with her hair.

Harry watched him for a moment and then continued, "I know James crying is nothing new. Yet for some reason, it just bothered me today, you know."

"Uh-huh."

"It made me feel like a bad parent." he confesses, looking a bit surprised himself, perhaps at that he had spoken it out loud, yet continued with "I have been feeling like it a lot these days."

There.The dam had finally broken. Ginny had long since suspected that Harry was having troubles with parenting. She had caught him brooding about with a tea mug in his hands instead of going back to bed after whatever ungodly hour James Sirius had decided to wake them up.

She tried many times,to get him to talk, but between her own exhaustion, an infant with a strong pair of lungs and Harry's stubborn refusal to burden Ginny with anymore than she was already dealing with nothing had come out of it. But now that he seemed to want to talk, Ginny did not stop him.

"I just… "he paused, and swallowed, something he did when he was overcome with emotion but wanted to bite it down.

"I want to do this right. I have never wanted so badly to do something right in my whole life. Family..it means everything to me and I want to be a good father but I'm afraid I am failing."

"You are an amazing father, Harry."

He shook his head.

"Am I?"

"Yes" Ginny agreed furiously.

Harry looked into her eyes at that and she hoped he could read her, that he could see himself from her eyes, how she fell in love with him more and more everyday as she saw more and more of dad Harry.

Looking away he continued, "I sure don't feel like it. Today, while you were away, all Jamie wanted was his Mum. I tried everything, feeding him your milk, his favourite toys - yes the pans and pots, we are lucky we have no neighbours- feeding him all sorts of baby food and yet nothing seemed to work for long before he started wailing again. "

Ginny replied, "I don't want to sound like I'm being condescending, but this is the only way I can seem to put it- he's a toddler Harry. No one knows why toddlers do what they do. If he was fussy with you today and missed me I doubt it's because he has decided you were a bad parent."

"I know that - rationally.But the part of me - the same part of me that gets jealous of blokes trying to chat you up or worries that Ron is going to make a new best friend - that part of me makes me think I have been a bad father."

"Today when Jamie kept crying for you, and I wasn't able to calm him down or feed him any of the amalgamation of baby foods I made- it just felt like I was in over my head, without a clue about what was doing. I might as well have been one of those dads who say they are 'babysitting' their kids and leave them up to their mothers and that's not- I never want to be that."

"I don't just want to do this right, I want be good at this. Like I am at Quidditch or catching dark wizards. I know I can catch a snitch, I know how to find a criminal on the run from law. Just like that, I want to be good at taking care of my son...but today, everything I did kept failing and that made me think.."

"James dented your confidence, didn't he," she said softly.

"He did," Harry agrees looking over at the boy who was happily sucking on his toes, completely ignorant of the spiral he had sent his father through.

Lacing her fingers with his, she said,"My mum told me, with parenting, there's bad days and good days, but you've got to understand that having bad days is not equivalent to being a bad parent."

"I imagine she had a lot of those, with seven of you," replied Harry wryly.

"Two of them Fred and George", Ginny reminded him.

They sat for a moment in silence both lost in thought.

"Gin-"

"Harry" ,they both started at the same time, and Harry motioned for her to go on.

"I was just thinking - I had help with this. My mum, Fleur, Angelina, my teammates - I had people to talk this with. To reassure me that I wasn't doing things wrong. But you don't have that."

"No. But I've got you."

"You do," she agrees. "But also, maybe you should talk to people too. Maybe my dad or Bill or George"

He snorts at that. "If anyone had told me ten years ago that I'd be talking parenting with George.." he trails off as Ginny gives a light chuckle.

"Seriously though," she says again, "Give it a try. I'm always here though. To listen. Or if you wanna get competitive over who is the worse parent".

Grinning, he says "I fed him courgettes Gin. He hated it. I'm winning this game." and she smiles at him, simply happy to see him happy.

"Oh and what is it?", she asks, and at his quizzical raise of eyebrows she elaborates, "that you wanted to say? You wanted to say something but you let me go first."

At that he gives her a wide smile and says,

"Just that I love you."

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moonlightflower21 · 4 years

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Sometimes people aren't meant to be in relationships...

"We need to talk..." The deep voice of your mutant turtle boyfriend filled the room and you turned towards the window, a neutral expression on your face. As bad as it was, he was the last person you wanted to end the night with. Lately everything had been different. Your interaction with him depended on the entirety of his mood. He deemed he was too busy for you but you had drop everything just to be there for him? This wasn't how relationships worked. Granted, this was his first hur even after trying to talk to him, he was the equivalent of a brick wall. Just go through one ear and out the other.

"What?" You answered, sitting down on your bed. A fluffy blanket draped your legs, tiredness crawling in your veins. Hopefully he would go soon, for you really couldn't be asked for his bullshit.

"You haven't called in days, what's going on??" He asked, leaning against the wall with an accusing brow. Yours were now raised, wondering if he was actually being serious. Oh, so now he cared??

"What does it look like?? I'm in bed. And I didn't call because I simply didn't want to. I am not obliged to talk to you everyday especially if you cannot be bothered to put in the effort either" Your fingers gripped the blanket tightly, hoping he was able to pick up on the signs and leave. But he didn't, of course he wouldn't.

"It's like I don't know who you are anymore. You suddenly seem to busy to do anything with me. And when I ask, you leave promptly. How can I put in effort when you can't even be around me anymore!" He snapped, you could practically see the steam coming from his ears. But anger bubbled in your stomach and you stood, ripping the blanket off and throwing it away from you. Any and all signs of tiredness and exhaustion flew out of your body and rage filled the spot instead.

"Who the fuck do you think you are??? Walzing into my bedroom, accusing me of absurd things! Why should I even make the effort?? Everything is always about you! All our talks, all our interactions. When was the last time you've asked me if I was okay?? I'm just a thing you like having on your elbow, something to show off to your brothers but you know what?? I can't do it! I don't give a fucking damn if you're upset because you've made me feel like shit for months! But have I ever made you feel bad about it??" You yelled, watching his figure stiffen and clench at the tone of your voice. You've never raised your voice at him like this before.

But he wasn't a child, he was a full grown adult that had to understand that life isn't easy. Everyone has problems and issues and he isn't the one in the entire world that has it hard.

"And while we're at it, your number one excuse is always your ninjitsu responsibilities and I understand. Believe me, if I didn't I would've left months ago. But suddenly it's my fault these people don't appreciate the work you do for them! Am I supposed to go to every resident in the city and praise you??"

"That's quite enough, Y/N!-" He started but you stopped him there. He wanted to open the bottle of faults and blame, you sure as hell were going to make him understand it was a two way situation.

"Be quiet. I'm not done" You seethed, fists clenched so tightly you were sure your fingernails had penetrated the first layer of your skin. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, your entire body felt hot. Anger, disappointment, bitterness, pain, everything swirled in your head and poured out of your mouth.

"You don't know HALF the shit I'm going through. You obviously don't care so please, tell me what the fuck is this relationship?? For you to dump all your problems on me?? As a partner, I will listen and console you when needed. But I draw the line now, I am not your therapist. You don't bother listening to me, so now it's the same. I don't care what happens to you, Leonardo" Hands raised in surrender, you step back maintaining the eye contact. You heard a soft gasp coming from him as you spilled your true feelings but you couldn't care less. Actually it felt refreshing to say everything that was weighing you down, able to finally fucking breathe.

"What are you saying?" He whispered, voice hoarse. Pins felt like they flooded his throat, following all the way down to his chest. Puncturing his heart. As if everything was on a standstill, the words fell from your lips slowly. And yet, he couldn't do anything to stop them.

"Isn't it obvious? I can't do this anymore. Mentally and physically. I can't be the person you want me to be. And clearly you're not happy with who I am-"

"I am! God, Y/N, I love you for who you are-"

"No you don't. Like I said, you fell in love with the idea of having a partner. But you don't love me for who I am. You want me to be someone who benefits you and you only. I just.... I can't do it" You laughed, however he knew there was anything but humour in your tone.

It hurt you to say the next words but you know he has to hear them, in order for you both to move on. You wouldn't have ever thought you could say it to his face but boy, life sure works in crazy ways.

"Leonardo, I just.... I don't love you" You utter calmly, glancing at those stormy irises. You know he won't break down in front of you but you can sense his sadness from here. It made you feel weird, you weren't ever the cause for his grief.

Leo didn't think he heard you correctly, expecting you to break out in a smile and yell it's all a joke. But your face spoke otherwise. Hands folded, stance rigid, he knew you meant business.

"So this how it's going to end? When... when did this happen?" He sniffs, both eye brows raised trying his ultimate best to not cry in front of you. You knew what he was referring to but was it ever acceptable to tell a partner when you fell out of love with him? It would be too much for him to handle.

"I don't know-" "Tell me" He commands, his stature matching yours and you shrug your shoulders. Fine, you had warned him. See if he can handle the cold truth.

"Around two weeks ago. I realised that this relationship... well, I've already told you" You eye his features. Though he seems unfazed, his eyes tell a different story.

"Okay..." He brushed a hot tear away, knowing it was only going to be the first of many to arrive. His heart pained immensely, as though someone had a tight grip around it. Slowly but surely breaking piece by piece.

"I'm sorry... for everything I've put you through. I'm sorry I couldn't be the person you needed. And I'm so sorry for ever treating you like you didn't matter" He turned to look at you, his sapphire eyes shining with the unshed tears. It just twisted the knife that was in your heart. The tears shouldn't be there, he shouldn't have to feel like this. Your arms pitched with the urge to hold him, pretend that it was all going to be okay. Because even if he put you through hell, you still loved him. And that was what you hated the most. Even after everything, why did your heart still beat for him?

"Just close the window when you leave" You turn away, picking up the tossed blanket on the floor. He nods, taking a deep breath. Feeling another hot tear leave his eyes unwillingly, he obliged. He didn't know what he had expected anyway. You to wipe his tear and kiss away his pain? In another world perhaps, but here? Only a turmoil of pain and he was right in the centre. Quietly, the window gently closed as he vanished in the night.

You had taken a deep breath but your lungs felt empty. Heart heavy, body numb, the pain you tried to keep in all night dripped down your cheeks. Continuous hot tears rolled down and you hadn't the energy to wipe them away. And funnily enough, through this you could feel your heart slowly being relieved. Slowly being let out of the shackles it once was pinned in.

Leo didn't know where he was going, anywhere but his home. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, the tears blurred his vision. Stinging his eyes, burning his cheeks but they were unstoppable. Hearing a loud roll of thunder in the distance, he knew he should have gone home. But he wasn't able to face his family. What a horrible day.

One minute he was on the ledge and the next he felt himself toppling off the edge. Through his heartbreak, he must've miscalculated a step and toppled down the long building. His body banged into the walls, scratched roughly by the bricks until he was thrown into the ground with a loud bang. He was so lucky it wasn't packed and crowded.

Surrounding by the bin bags, drenched with rain, he couldn't hold it in anymore. A shaky cry overcame his body, heavy sobs racking his entire body. He felt like he couldn't breathe, hands trembling trying to console himself. The cries felt like they came from his very soul, gasping for air that never reached his chest. Everything hurt around him. And as if the sky was in agreement, the drizzle of rain became heavy; drenching his very core.

His calf burned, excruciating pain shot up his leg if he added the slightest bit of pressure. Skin was torn from his shoulders and his head felt like it had been punched several times relentlessly.

The rain washed his body, stinging his wounds and carrying the blood away. He heard his phone go off but he hadn't the courage to answer it just yet. He needed help but he couldn't bear to look at anyone. He was where he belonged, with the trash and the dirt. He deserved the hate from other people. He deserved your anger. If only he was able to truly see how you were, maybe this could have been prevented.

Some people didn't deserve love, maybe he was one of them.

No, he was one of those people.

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wolfloke · 3 years

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Rp Ideas

(Barista Aus)

[Character A] is a barista at a coffee shop. [Character B] comes in every day and orders the same thing, at the same time, always. One day, [B] doesn't show up.

[Character A] is all ready to pay for their coffee, when they realize they've lost their wallet. [Character B], the customer in back of them, offers to pay for them.

[Character A] and [Character B] are baristas who work the morning shift. Something more than friendship blossoms between them (Can already be pre-established or can happen over time), however, things change when [A] is moved to the night shift, and [B] stays in the morning shift.

[Character A] is tired of customers' shit. When one especially rude consumer decides to mouth them off, [A] does the logical thing, and spits right in their mocha whipped caramel latte. It isn't until they're handing the coffees out that they realize the rude customer hadn't ordered the latte. [Character B] did.

[Character A] is the new barista at a local coffee shop. [Character B] doesn't quite like them. When the two get into a fight and the hot milk machine explodes, the manager threatens to fire the both of them unless they can work it out. How do they go about becoming friends?

[Character A] is a barista working the late shift alone. It's a slow night, and the store is entirely empty, so they decide to close up shop and lock the doors. However, as they're in the back of the shop counting stock, they hear glass shatter in the front, and they know it's not just a coffee crazed customer. [Character B] can be anyone; The burglar, an employee who forgot their things and decided to head back but witnessed the burglary, or a concerned passerby who spotted the break in happening.

(Zombie AUs)

[Character A] is holed up in a locked down, abandoned mall. Somehow, [Character B] gets in. How do the two react once they realize they're not alone?

[Character A] is stuck on a rooftop. [Character B], who's stuck on the rooftop across from them, has been trying to make contact with the other survivor, to no avail.

[Character A to Character B] "Gimme all your shit. The food, the water, the weapons. Everything. Now!"

[Character A] is all out of ammo. There's a horde on their tail, they're injured, and it's not likely they're going to make it out alive. And that's when they see [Character B] beckoning them to a hiding spot just a few steps away.

[Character A] and [Character B] are traveling together. Then, one of them gets bit. How does the other react?

[Character A] is dying. [Character B] is keeping them company. How do they interact with eachother?

(Highschool AU)

[Character A] is new to a prestigious boarding school. They're lost in the hallways. Then they happen to bump into [Character B].

[Character A] manages to piss off [Character B], aka, the scariest kid in school.

(Three People RP) [Character A] is happily dating [Character B]. However, [Character C] is secretly in love with [A/B], and desperately wants them to break up.

[Character A], a high school student, is dating [Character B], a college student.

[Character A] and [Character B] are by no means friends. Then they get grouped together for a project that forces them to spend time at each others' houses. Do they become friends, something more?

[Character A] is hiding a secret. [Character B] just happens to find out.

[Character A] is the new kid in school. If the rumors are any indication, they're a bit of a weirdo. [Character B] refuses to believe them, and decides to get to know [A] for themself.

[Character A to Character B] "Yikes, I saw that fall a mile away. Looks like you dropped a lot of stuff. Want some help?"

[Character A to Character B] "Are you...Are you drawing me?"

[Character A to Character B] "Lunch in the classroom again? Mind if join you?"

(Celebrity AUs)

[Character A to Character B] "Holy shit! I've seen you before! You're...!"

[Character A] is the top model at a fashion agency. That all changes when [Character B] is scouted, and practically rips the spotlight from [A]. How does [A] respond to this? How does [B] feel about it?

It's not everyday you bump into a celebrity...Except it is for [Character A], who suspiciously keeps bumping into the famous [Character B] everyday. Coincidence, or something more?

[Character A] is a movie star visiting their hometown. However, they realize that time in Hollywood has made them forget the town. So, they appoint [Character B] as their tour guide.

[Character A to Character B] "Don't you know who I am?"

[Character A] is a famous movie actor playing the lead in a romance film. [Character B] is the clumsy rookie that somehow got the second lead. How will the two get along, especially when [Character B] can't seem to remember their lines?

[Character A] is a photographer in a park struggling to find their muse. When [Character B] happens to stroll by, they realize they've just found it.

[Character A] scores backstage tickets to a rock concert, which just so happens to be their favorite band, like...Ever. [Character B] is the lead vocalist/guitarist/whatever of the band.

[Character A], a lovestruck rookie actor. [Character B], an experienced, well known actor who's been starred as the main lead in multiple romance movies. Somehow, [A] ends up being the second lead to [B]! How does [B] react to [A]'s inexperience? Will they get along? And how will they go about about the kiss scene that occurs later on in the movie?

[Character A] is walking home one night, when they see [Character B] attempting to jump from a bridge! Dashing into action, they talk them out of it, only to find that [B] is a famous celebrity, who, for some reason or another, feels indebted to [A] forever now.

(Supernatural AUs)

[Character A] is a werewolf struggling to control their transformations. [Character B], a lycan nerd, offers to help them, but only if they can document the process.

The city is plagued by a number of mysterious killings that leave their victims drained of any and all blood. While believed to be animal attacks at first, [Character A], a detective, thinks differently. And when [Character B] is caught on CCTV grabbing a helpless woman and tearing out her jugular, well, that just confirms [A]'s suspicions.

(Multiple people rp) Ever since the dark ages, witches have been forced into hiding, lest they be revealed and punished with a fiery death. For centuries, they've breeded amongst covens, creating generation after generation of children with extraordinary abilities. Each child only has one ability when they begin the harnessing of their internal power. But, of each generation, there is one child, and only one, that shows signs of having multiple abilities. Over time, these special children became known as The Supreme Witch, and had to complete grueling and painful challenges in order to prove their powers. Now in the modern age of technology, there is a special school for the last remaining witch millennials to come to terms with their abilities, learn to control them, and strengthen them. All witches are able to participate in the test to determine who is supreme, at their own risk. However, one question remains; Just who will survive the test and be crowned Supreme Witch?

[Character A]'s family moves into a new house. It doesn't take [A] very long to figure out they're being haunted by [B].

[Character A] thinks that their boyfriend/girlfriend, [Character B] is acting a little odd. They're always cold, pale, and they seem to be uncontrollably thirsty all the time.

[Character A] is a clumsy witch struggling to harness their internal energy. [Character B] is an older witch, who offers to teach them, on one condition.

[Character A], a sailor on the S.S Jolly Fellow, awakens from a nap below deck to find the boat anchored in the middle of the ocean and the crew gone. The only other person they can hear is [Character B], a mermaid/merman sitting on a nearby rock, singing a soft harmony.

[Character A] finds a fairy out in the woods and traps it in a jar. This fairy, [Character B], demands they be let go. And [A] agrees, but on one condition; [B] must grant them any wish they want.

[Character A] is bitten by a wild wolf one night in the woods. They hide it from their friends and family in fear of being scolded for being out when they weren't supposed to. But soon, weird things start happening. For instance, their hearing seems to be super good. Their eyesight is enhanced greatly. And they can smell every hamburger in a five mile radius. But along with the hamburgers, they can also smell certain people with "different" powers (Vampires, witches, other werewolves, etc). And their nose seems to be leading them right to [Character B].

[Character A], a fledgling vampire, attacks [Character B] and turns them. Now apart of their pack, [Character B] must now be mentored by the very person that turned them into a bloodthirsty monster, [A].

[Character A] is a professional hunter hot on the trail of [Character B], a monster.

[Character A], a mermaid held in captivity. [Character B], a worker assigned to their tank. How do the two come to trust each other? What happens then?

(Darker AUs)

[Character A] wakes up in a dark room with a chain around their ankle. They can't remember anything from last night, except maybe.. A blurry image of [Character B]'s face.

[Character A] knows not to talk to strangers, but there's something so endearing about [Character B] that they can't help but to chit chat. Little does [A] know, they'll be regretting it very soon.

[Character A] has had [Character B] chained up in their basement for a while now. At first, they'd just meant to kill [B] and be done with it. But for some reason, [A] can't bring themselves to do it. Why? What will they do in the end?

[Character A] wakes up covered in blood, next to a sleeping [Character B]. What happened? How did [A] end up there?

[Character A] is a twin to a royal family, their sibling being a princess/prince destined to marry into a richer kingdom. For years, [A] had dreaded their parting. It finally came in the form of [B], a sadistic tyrant who insists he marry the beauty that is [A]'s twin. Refusing to let their sibling fall into [B]'s hands, [A] dresses up as them, and takes their place instead, becoming [B]'s hand in marriage.

(War AUs)

[Character A] is a freshly drafted soldier. [Character B] is the bitter, apprehensive sergeant, tasked to whip [A] into shape.

[Character A] and [Character B] are soldiers on opposing fronts, who so happen to be severely injured, and who so happen to be hiding in the same house. Unfortunately,

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