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egophiliac · 1 year

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This may seem a bit dumb question for someone who's main in en server. But I need to prepare myself before chap 6 is coming. Anyway, is chap/book Ignihyde gonna be THAT hard?? I've seen a lot people kept saying they're not ready for chap 6 or good luck for 'that' battle. Is it that difficult?

some preparation would be a good idea, actually! if you just want advice with absolutely no potential spoilers (even vague ones), then I'll say this:

the best thing you can do for yourself is -- for the later part of episode 6 -- try to have at least one SR or SSR card no lower than level 40 for as many characters as possible (specific ones at the bottom 👇👇👇). I've seen 40 as the minimum recommended level but honestly, go as high as you reasonably can, especially with your SSRs.

I'll try to keep spoilers to a minimum, hopefully it'll still make sense :')

SO! most of the frustration revolves around chapters 6-66 and 6-67, which are both split into subroutes with multiple subchapters/battles that follow three different groups of characters. you have to finish all three routes to get to the next chapter, and they force certain requirements that can make it a lot more difficult if you aren't careful:

you build your teams at the start of the chapter, and can't change them without resetting your progress. (if I remember right, you do get a chance to rebuild for 6-67.)

teams are built by character, instead of by card like they normally are, and each one has 2-3 required characters locked into that team. you can use any cards of that character, but you can't use multiple of the same character, or use them in a different team. also, no guest/friend cards.

they tell you what the element of the bosses are, but the other battles are just...whatever. if you can manage more than one 40+ card for a character, having good type coverage will help out a lot (why yes, I did get stuck for an embarrassing amount of time on a low-level rando because I got unlucky with type matchups, what about it).

there's a couple of points where you have to wait several real-time hours before continuing. this doesn't have anything to do with the team building, it was just annoying. c'mon. >:(

to be fair, I think some of the general frustration comes from how out of nowhere it was, so it's sure to be much easier if you go in with some idea of what it'll be like. (on my first attempt I tried to be cute and put everybody with their friends. it...did not go well.) I also had a particularly hard time of it because 1) F2P = less SSRs to carry me, and 2) I hadn't really focused on any cards outside of my special little garden of favorites, so not being able to use multiples of the same character for everything kinda left me boned. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel great when I finally got through it though!

more specific info:

in 6-66, the bosses are a 5-turn survival battle; in 6-67, they're infinite battles (reduce their HP to 0 to win) and, subsequently, much harder to get past. personally speaking, the Wood one was the hardest for me because it heals itself between turns (and also I had literally no good Rook cards at the time). your mileage may vary!

Team 1 - required characters are Vil, Epel and Rook, boss element is Wood

Team 2 - required characters are Leona and Jamil, boss element is Water

Team 3 - required characters are Riddle and Azul, boss element is Fire

teams are 5 characters as per the usual, so make sure you have good cards of the required boys and at least six to complement them, plus a few more if you want to be careful. this is ONLY for those two chapters, which are pretty late in the episode (for JP it came out as part of the final episode 6 update) so you've got time to prep!

there's the obligatory overblot battle later on that is technically harder (stronger + more HP and all that), but it felt SO much easier in comparison just because it was back to normal Twst rules. really hoping that episode 7 doesn't pull its own shenanigans 💀

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland episode 6 spoilers #going overboard on the spoiler warnings i know #it really isn't much of anything #i know twst spoilers are SUPER hard to avoid though (especially main story!) so i've been trying to tag appropriately and all #and honestly if anyone's managed to dodge them so far then they are more powerful than i will ever be #who am i to tell them nay

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darklydeliciousdesires · 9 months

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Lost & Found - Chapter Nine.

So then, my beautiful, wonderful audience. Those who are not new around these parts know that sometimes, treats are given in the form of a double update day with my stories, and guess what? Today is one of those days! I know you've all been waiting patiently for the sexual side of Emma and Guero's blossoming relationship to finally flower, so I thought I'd share it today in the next chapter! Has that made you smile? I hope it has! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Words - 3,434

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

The more she revealed, it seemed, the more comfortable she became with sharing memories of her nineteen years held prisoner. Guero lay there and let her recount it all, being exactly what she needed, somebody to simply listen.

“Marie taught me how to shoot.” He had wondered at how well she seemed to handle the Beretta she’d pointed at his head, her handling of the firearm steely and confident. “There were guns kept all over the house, so there’d always be one within easy reach, just in case. With whom Rocco was, he was a target, or rather his family were. He routinely pissed off other mob families, so of course anyone he cared for became a target, a weak point.

“She wanted me to be able to protect myself from such a threat, but mostly, if Rocco himself ever became so unhinged that I felt my life was in danger. “Shoot him dead, and we’ll figure it out somehow afterward”, is what she used to tell me. How we would have figured that out beyond running for our lives, I don’t know. His guys would have hunted us down.”

She paused for a moment, tears beginning to swim within her eyes. “I hate myself, for leaving her. Joey, Alessia and Mikey, too. I loved them so much, they were like my siblings for Christ’s sake! It’s a guilt that’ll never leave me, that I ran and they’re all still stuck there! She became my mother, and I abandoned her!”

“Hey, no,” he began, touching his fingers under her chin, gently lifting her head. “You don’t have to feel guilty about a thing. I get that you miss her, she made the hell he put you through bearable where she could, but Marie chose that life, Emma. Nobody forced her.

“She knew who she was marrying, and I’m not saying that in the end she had an easy choice to get away from him, ‘cuz I can see from what you told me he’d have killed her for it, but you found a way out. You took your chance, and you got free. If she loves you as much as it seems she does, then she’ll be fucking happy as hell the girl she counted as one of her own got free of him.”

She absorbed his words, realising that no matter how unpleasant it felt, what he’d said was the plain, simple truth. If she didn’t assume her to be dead via Rocco’s hand, Marie would be quietly rejoicing her escape. “Is it wrong that I feel more of a maternal bond with her than I do my actual mom? I feel guilty for that, too. When I hear the word mom, I think of Marie, not Cassie.”

He shifted slightly beneath her, Emma moving a little as he turned onto his side, resting his head on his arm. “It might sound cold, but it’s fact. Marie was in your life longer than your birth mom. I kinda guess it’s only natural you’d think that. Doesn’t mean you love Cassie any less, or that you can’t reconnect with her now you’re free.”

“But, but,” she began, her throat swelling on a rising lump, “that’s the thing, there is no Cassie. When I was twenty-five, we sat and looked on the internet, I begged her to look up my family. I just wanted to know if they were okay. Mom died back in two thousand and thirteen from breast cancer. My dad, he passed away six years ago, motorbike accident. All I have left is Dylan, who is still in Spokane. My grandparents, too, unless anything happened in the interim.

“I’ll never see my mom and dad again, and I loathe him, I detest him completely that he robbed me of those years with them, that they both died not knowing what had happened to me! As if me being taken wasn’t bad enough. It left Dylan all alone, no immediate family, and it’s all because of him!”

She fell apart at that point, naturally so, sobbing against his chest as Guero held her. Again, he had no idea what to say to that, knowing it would take a man greater with words than he was to offer verbal comfort. Instead, he was just there, not knowing that truly that was all she needed from him, just someone to be there. It wasn’t about words. Listening was enough, as he continued to do, Emma sharing more with him about her life within the gilded cage prison that was the Lombardi mansion.

“He used to virtually pimp me out to his friends too at parties.” Once again, Guero felt his anger flare like a firecracker, grinding his teeth as his jaw tightened. “I always wanted to enjoy sex, but none of them ever made it feel good for me, all too consumed by their own pleasure to give a damn about mine. As long as they got to lie between the legs of a pretty, young blonde, that was good enough.

“There was only one of them who was different. His underboss, Vincent Calabrese never laid a hand on me. I was offered to him, and for appearances in front of Rocco and the others he always accepted, but once we got into the bedroom, he just sat down beside me on the bed and we talked. He said he wasn’t in the habit of defiling little girls, but even when I was over the age of consent, he still wouldn’t.

“He staunchly disagreed with what was being done, the child trafficking. ‘It’s an affront to god, snatching children from their families’ is what he always used to say. He always opposed it, and Rocco knew that, but ultimately went along with what was being done for the sake of a quiet life, and I guess not ending up with a bullet between his eyes either. This leads me to something that you guys should all know, EZ especially.

“You’re running heroin for him now, but all that will change if Rocco has his way, and believe me, he will. You guys are in his pocket now, which means in his mind, he owns you. You’re all to do with as he pleases, and what he pleases is to start bringing children across the border. Undocumented migrants are much easier to move, and get away with moving, too. I overheard him talking about it, it was always a two birds with one stone deal for him. He’d get you used to the money first, and then tell you that your consignment would begin to include kids as well.”

Guero pushed himself up, his eyes rounding as he looked down at her. “For real, that motherfucker wants us in on trafficking kids?”

His horror at the very suggestion was telling over the person he was. Although still a criminal, he was a man with the kind of morals that had been few and far between in the world she had escaped from. “Eventually, yeah.”

“And if we refuse?” He didn’t need to ask, really. He could guess.

She made a gun motion against the side of her head, couple with a soft exclamation of ‘pow’. “He’d wipe you all out and move onto the next nearest charter, using your eradication as an example of what happens when people push back against him.”

The weight of the mafia. That was a war they definitely wouldn’t win, and he knew that for sure. Rocco Lombardi could crush them all, very easily, too. “I have to take that to EZ. Not now, of course, but at some point over the weekend, call a templo. Will you be okay to come and tell us what you know?”

She smiled, reaching to stroke his hair. “Of course, I will.”

They remained quiet for a time after, Emma needing the silence. Her legs remained in tangle with his as she reached for the tequila bottle, taking a long glug, the alcohol burning her throat. She felt a little drunk and numb, which was what she had needed in order to sit there and offload it all to another person. “There’s more I could tell you about my life, but right now, I feel drained. Like I need air, too. Can you give me a minute?”

“Yeah, take as long as you need.” He reached to stroke her face, Emma turning her head and kissing his palm, getting up and letting herself out of the front of the house. The cool air hit her, soothing to her frayed nerves, the residual effects of her revelation hanging onto her, though.

“Hey, boo.” Of course, Tyrone would notice her out there, always keeping the watch. She walked over to his window, her shoulders heavy, watching him emerge from behind the swathe of curtain fabric. “Damn, you look all sad and shit. Fuckboy bin’ actin’ up?”

She shook her head. “No, no he’s great. Listen, I know you deal, so I figure I’m in the right place. Can you sell me a joint? That’s all I want, just one.”

He looked entertained at the naivety of her question, that it was the norm for dealers to exchange such a small amount. Tyrone, for all of this mouth and uncouthness was kind, though. “I ain’t selling you shit, white girl. This is on me, hold on.”

She smiled. “Thank you, you’re great.”

He beamed, reaching to grab his rolling tray, locating one of his pre-rolled joints. “Ain’t I, though? I know fuckboy rarely smokes it, so just remember I gotchu if you ever need a lil’ hit.” The truth was, neither did she. She’d occasionally partook of it back in her old life, secretly taking from Rocco’s personal stash which he smoked to ease his chronic migraines. It helped her feel more relaxed in the utter brutal chaos of her life. It smelled and tasted awful, but she enjoyed the calming buzz.

Tyrone passed a joint and a lighter through the window. “Enjoy, boo.” She smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek. “Aw, lawdy! I gotta kiss from a pretty girl, hell yeah!”

She laughed softly, shaking her head and lighting up, moving to sit on the front step of Guero’s side of the house, taking a long drag. God, that was some nice weed. She coughed a few times, the usual, barky rasp associated with smoking weed, her throat tickling.

“Yo!” She turned to see a large arm thrust through the window, a can of soda proffered forth. “If you don’t like mango then I can’t help you. Oh, hold up. I might have a Fanta somewhere.”

Walking back over, she took the can. “Thanks, Tyrone. You keep your Fanta, mango and I are good.” She moved back to the step, opening the soda and sipping it, the tickle clearing nicely before she took another little puff, looking out across the street into the darkness. The only sounds audible were that of the game Tyrone was playing, and the chirp of cicadas. It was somewhat relaxing in ambience.

The weed had an instant calming effect upon her, all of the brutality that would endlessly echo through her memories placated and pushed back again, back behind the fortress walls in her mind. She’d had to keep it there for years to have even had a chance of remaining sane through her ordeal. God, she couldn’t believe that she’d actually escaped it, found somebody who she could trust, someone who for all intents and purposes was slowly becoming all hers, too.

“As if you’re out here getting high on my front step. Not even I do that.” Turning, she saw Guero emerge from the house, moving to sit behind her, his legs flanking her body as he stretched.

“Well, that’s because you don’t smoke weed,” she chirped, watching him frown before plucking the joint from her.

He took a few puffs, handing it back, holding in a cough until the tickle passed. “I do, but not often. It has too much of an effect on me, and I can never get the balance right.”

“The balance between what?”

“Between a nice buzz and ragingly horny.”

“Ahh.” She nodded, looking entertained, the stoned giggled welling up within her. “I somehow don’t think you need any extra boosting in that department.”

He moved her hair, kissing the side of her neck. “A hundred percent correct, mamacita. And since I guess you’re probably drunker now than you were earlier, I’m not risking that balance any further, so you finish it. Kinda figure you need the sedation after everything you told me.”

“Oh, you’re not wrong there,” she spoke, eyes widening a little as she leaned back against him. “Even if I was sober, sharing all of that has kinda dampened my desire.”

He snorted softly, arms tightening around her. “Understandable. S’okay, I can wait.”

“Can you?” she giggled, the sound joining the noise of the cicadas.

“Mm.” he hummed, kissing her neck again. “Just.”

Just then, the curtains next door began moving, Tyrone’s boom sounding. “Goddamnit, will you two go back in that house and bust some furniture already? Shit!” They both snort laughed, Guero resting his forehead to her shoulder, Tyrone continuing. “You better sort yo’ damned mess, fuckboy! Because I am one pretty smile away from makin’ that fine assed lil’ honey mine, you hear?”

“Yeah, I hear,” he called through his laughter, “and I see, too. Plying her with weed and soda.”

“I know what the ladies like! If she’s still out here in a half hour, she gets the first slice of my pizza, too!”

“Exactly, you gotta give me a head start against your half ton of raw charm, dog,” he chuckled, Tyrone emerging further from the curtains.

“Hey, I might be a big fella, but I’m no fuckin’ half ton! I’m thick and juicy, drives the chicks wild!”

“Tyrone, you ain’t thick, my man. Your ass is so fat, if I swerved my bike to miss you, I’d run outta gas.” There was a pause, a squawking laugh emanating from the window, Emma thinking it hilarious a man with such a low, rumbling voice had a laugh so high in pitch. All banter with their hilarious neighbour aside, they remained outside until she had finished the joint, heading back in and returning to bed.

“Do you feel better for telling me everything?”

Resting her head against his chest, she nodded, her nails tracing the outline of one of the spiderweb tattoos that spread out across each of his shoulders. “I do, you know. Whether the nightmares will stop because of it, I don’t know. I think I might need further help to recover from it all. Kinda scared about registering with a doctor, though, putting my name back out there. He’ll be looking for me, and if he finds any record of a twenty-nine-year-old woman named Emma Louise Taylor anywhere, he’ll come for me.”

Her muscles stiffened at just the thought, Guero turning to wrap both arms around her, feeling her relax into his embrace after a few moments. “We’ll work something out.” She fell asleep in his arms, those early morning hours passing dreamlessly, neither waking until 10am the following morning.

Rising from her place curled against him, Emma rubbed her eyes, looking down at the chiselled tattoo canvas that had been her pillow. Her safe person, the kind of man she’d dreamed would one day save her from her fate, and there he was... snoring like a brontosaurus. She couldn’t help but giggle softly, thinking that was a part perhaps not strictly included in the romanticism of her fantasies.

He cracked an eye open, his grin widening. “What are you laughing at?”

“Isn’t it obvious? The noise! You snore like something hell spat up for being too loud.”

“I wasn’t snoring,” he began stretching, the other eye opening eventually. “I was doing mindful breathing.”

Immediately, she cracked up, leaning to place a kiss against his stubbly jaw. “There’s nothing mindful about those sawn logs.”

She had a point, he guessed, Guero turning onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah, but I’m cute. I get away with it, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, turning her head back to kiss him, “you do have that going for you.”

“And a whole lot more.”

Biting the corner of her lip, she shifted against him, a little wiggle that stirred him exactly where she intended him to be stirred. “Feel like showing me?”

“Mm.” His arms tightened around her, kisses scattered against the side of her neck. “I need coffee and a shower, then trust me, I’ll spend all morning showing you.”

Now that was a statement definitely on a par with her fantasies. He left the bed first, taking a shower, calling to her that he’d left in on for her as he made his way through to the kitchen. It was while she was under the warm water looking down at herself that a stab of panic prickled against her guts.

He’d see her naked. All of her.

While she had body confidence in her shape, the littering of scars that marked her sides and lower back made her feel ugly. Some had faded to white, but there were still a few dark pink markings that remained. All were raised scar tissue, triangular shapes of knife points pressed into her skin, the burning brand of a hot blade searing Rocco’s displeasure branded onto her skin forever.

As she dried off, her eyes found them again, wondering if they’d really be all too noticeable if the blinds remained drawn in the bedroom.

“Of course, they will," she muttered, beginning to sniff. All she wanted was to move on from it all, enjoy the basic human right of a consensual sexual relationship with another adult, someone of her actual choosing, yet the literal scars of the past held her back.

A soft tap sounded upon the partly open door. “Em, you want a coffee?”

Em. No one had ever called her that before. She liked it. “No, thank you.”

“You alright.”

“Yeah.”

Her pinched voice alluded to the contrary. “No, you’re not. Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” Tightening the large, white bath towel around herself again, she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, trying to compose her upset.

“So, people who are alright stand here crying, huh?” Him and his smart mouth. He was right in his light sarcasm, though. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Baby. He'd called her that back when he’d first found her. How different the intent behind the word was now. “The scars I have,” she began, gulping, hoping she could swallow down the lump she had painfully swelling in her throat. “You’ll see them, and they’re hideous. They make me ugly. You’ll think they look ugly.”

He frowned, lifting her chin with a gentle touch of his fingers as he began shaking his head. “I’ve never liked people making my mind up for me. That includes you, mamas.” His hands pressed softly on her shoulders, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve got no problem with whatever scars you have, and I’m not gonna think you’re ugly because of ‘em. Only thing that is, is that low opinion you have of yourself. If you want, leave a t shirt on. I don’t mind. I’d prefer you naked, but whatever makes you comfortable, I’m good with.”

She could fetch a t shirt, or she could just be brave and let him see her. All of her. She’d bared her soul to him already, after all. Indecision made her heart quicken, the soft stroke of his fingertips at her upper arms soothing as she reached for the towel and untucked it, letting it fall. Fighting the urge to cover herself with her arms, she looked anywhere but him as he took in her nudity, her body tensing when he moved his hands to stroke the scars she detested so much with careful attention.

Leaning close, he kissed the side of her head, his lips soft against her ear. “They aren’t who you are, and you’re not any less beautiful. They’re only the map of the journey that finally led you to me.”

Her throat tightened with emotion, his words so beautiful, she wanted to cry. The desire in his eyes as she finally looked at him dictated it might be poorly timed, though. This was not a time for lament and sadness. No. This was the time to plant her lips upon his and let him carry her to the bedroom.

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vimara00 · 6 months

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Hi everyone, It's Vi! 💕 How are you all doing?

These months had been quite hectic and I didn't have enough time to write so I'm very sorry about it. I missed writing for you guys so much! I'll try to update more frequently, ok?

So, I really hope you enjoy!

All characters' reservations to Horikoshi

All lyrics reservations to Taylor Swift

Warnings: none, sad but fluff at the end

Right where you left me

I recommend reading it while listening to "right where you left me" by Taylor Swift

The news about Tenko's family murder and his disappearence were all over the city, but at that time, it seemed like nobody cared enough to look for him except for me. Tenko never really had any friends as everybody made fun of him cause he hadn't manifested a quirk back then, so he'd usually play with his dog and sister. The first time I approached him, it was raining, and he was sitting on a bench crying alone. I stood in front of him with my umbrella, covering both of us, offering a tissue, and I swore I'd never seen such a beautiful yet suffering pair of eyes in my whole life. I didn't know much at my age, but I could tell how much pain he was going through, so I became his shelter, his protector, someone he could trust. At least for a while...

We would play heroes every day at 5 pm on the park near his house so it was uncommon for him not to arrived on time. The last time we saw each other He had to leave early cause his neck was itching too much and he had promised he'll be back with a big smile on his face. I waited for hours but he never showed up. The next day my parents explained what had happened and I didn't want to believe them so I kept going to the same park, at the same hour, every single day with the hope that he'll appear.

They say, "What a sad sight"

I swear you could hear a hair pin drop

Right when I felt the moment stop

Glass shuttered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on I stayed there

Days became months, months became years and I was still longing for him to arrive. All my neighbors gave me their pitiful looks whispering 'what a sad sight' and how I needed to 'gave up and live my life like everybody did'. I also became a urban legend about the heartbroken lady whose cries could be heard at night and be gone by the time the sun rises

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

The same bench that we use to share our snacks was now like chains wrapped around my body that won't let me leave.

Tried to study, make friends and fall in love but my mind, my soul and heart stayed at that park

I couldn't understand how someone I knew for so little could have such an impact. Maybe it was my guilt that wouldn't let me forget or the anger I felt towards those who decided to look away when Tenko was desperately asking for help

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

I used to daydream about the day he'd arrived and that I'd be there for him, forever

I'm sure that you got a wife out there

Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware

'Cause I'm right where

However, at my twenties I realized that probably won't happen; to think that he may be dead was too hurtful for me so I obligated myself to think he would have someone waiting for him at home and that he'd be given all the love he deserved

When the war break through I stopped attending to the park so I'd prayed he won't appear now that I was gone. After some time, the heroes won and the peace returned to our country. Many city where destroyed and so was the park except for, much to my agony, that damn bench and it seemed like it laughed at me

Almost an year later, it was raining so i took my umbrella with me and went to the park, again but this time, someone was sitting there which was unusual as this part was no fully rebuild. I approched in silence in order to sit but this man probably heard my footsteps and looked up at me. My body had frozen, my umbrella hit the ground and the words won't come out of my mouth. I could recognize those ruby eyes everywhere even if they looked as sad and tired as they did now. Too catch up in the moment and the emotions that came with it that I hadn't realized he stood up and was in front of me

'So you really waited for me...'

My eyes were full of tears and so were his. He grabbed my shoulders delicately as if I was going to break and said 'I'm sorry I made you wait for so long. I couldn't find my way back home to you. I was too lost in hatetred but if you are wailing to be with me, I'll make all these years worth the wait'

And my heart spoke for itself 'I will wait another fifteen years to be with you' as we hugged each other in the rain

After that day, I kept my promise to never let him go and that we would both stay

I'm right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

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triumphantfury · 2 months

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Hi!!! Just dropping by because I was missing your fics so I reread them and now I have to tell you how much I love you. I love you a lot, by the way. Like literally every time I read a chapter of yours I love you more because GAH the writing is so damn good. Ahem anyways thank you so much for the update on Wrapped in Red and I still have to fan myself every time I look at Upside, but I've been thinking the most about "To Suffer a Witch." I don't mean to put any pressure on you or anything but may I inquire on the next chapter's status? Or perhaps just request a snippet? Also when you asked the readers whether or not they'd like an eventual lemon I'd like to vote yes to the lemon. Please. Possibly-Demon Hiccup is hot as hell and I'm greedy. 😅

Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful writing with us and I hope you have a wonderful day, week, and at least a virtual cabin in the woods where you can relax, read, and at least think on writing!

Oh boy….

It’s taken me forever to get around to answering this ask, but as the new chapter update is almost complete (after way, WAY too many rewrites), I feel like I can finally post this reply with some measure of confidence. Sorry it’s taken so long. I wish I had a good excuse, but my brain sometimes just shuts me out.

Anyway, after much anticipation, and likely a little cursing, here’s an excerpt from the soon to be posted next chapter of TSaW:

*The next couple days seemed to drag by for Astrid. She felt trapped between a longing to see Hiccup again just to prove she wasn’t mad, and a strong urge to just write it all off as a delusion. Perhaps one brought on by some bad grain or curdled milk. Countless times she’d been sure she heard hoofbeats outside, only to have them grow into a roll of thunder the next second. Or she’d catch a glimpse of a dark shadow approaching on the road, only to have it melt from her sight a moment later as if swept away by the driving rain.

Some small part of her was starting to worry she was actually going mad. Her mood darkening as she channeled her other feelings into straight anger so as to help herself deal with it better. It wasn’t as if she could really speak of it to anyone, anyway. She was still too confused about it herself.

Resigned to bear this burden alone, Astrid had kept to herself as much as possible while trapped inside. Waiting impatiently for a break in the weather when she could distract herself with repairs outside instead. The Lord knows there was always plenty of work to keep her busy. That, and manual labour was better than wasting time dwelling on… Whatever it was that had occurred here the other night.

Fortunately - or maybe unfortunately - she’d soon discovered that the storm hadn’t done anywhere near as much damage as she’d expected given its ferocity. The house, shed, and barn had all weathered fair enough at least. An old tree had toppled near the back of the pasture though. She’d gone out to repair the section of broken fencing yesterday. Her brothers helping her as much as she would allow them to - which mostly meant keeping the opportunistic goats from escaping through the hole while she worked.

It had been while she was winding the last of the rope around the newly set post that Ruffnut had approached her from across the field. Somehow always keyed in to the local to-dos, Tuffnut had heard from one of their other neighbours that some people had started to fall ill in town. The worst of which was little Argh — Mr. and Mrs. Ack’s youngest son, who was not yet a full year into this world.

“Gunnar thinks it’s because of those witches that Trader Johan was talking about the other day,” Ruff stage-whispered over the fence. Her thumb gesturing towards the home on the far side of Mildew’s plot as she glanced around, as if to make sure no one else was within earshot.

“I’d be rather foolish to agree,” Astrid huffed. “It’s likely just been brought on by the rain. We all know that a chill in the air today sets a chill in the bones tomorrow.” Looking away from her gossipy neighbour, she dressed the knot as her father had taught her before pulling it good and tight. Then she stood and gave her work a proud once over. Nodding, as if to show her approval to the craftsman.

“Maybe…” Ruffnut’s hesitant reply trailed off thoughtfully, and she was chewing on her lip when Astrid at last looked her way again. It was almost as if she had something she wanted to say, but wasn’t sure if she should speak it aloud.

“Go on,” Astrid grumbled. “Whatever it is, spit it out.”

“Well, Gunnar told Tuff that Trader Johan said the evil, or what ever it is, would arrive first in the form of a black shadow on horse back…”

“Trader Johan has always enjoyed adding plenty of dramatic nonsense about ghosties, ghoulies, and other such things to his tales,” Astrid felt the need to point out. “He seems to think it makes the stories more exciting.”

“I know,” Ruff agreed. “Thing is, Tuffnut swears he saw a stranger dressed in all black when he was out in the woods yesterday. A stranger riding atop a huge black horse. When he tried to get a better look, man and horse were already gone. Maybe the horse was just really fast, but… Tuff said it gave him the creeps.” Her eyes were shifting all around again as she leaned closer over the fence, and she looked unexpectedly nervous.

“Oh, that was probably just…” Astrid’s words died on the way to her mouth as she thought better of it.

Astrid knew how Tuff felt. The unease of not being sure exactly what you had just born witness too. This did not mean that she should necessarily encourage him to repeat his tale. Especially when she didn’t yet know what to think of the whole thing.

Would it truly be wise to mention it to someone else? The twins had never been known for their discretion, and Astrid’s words would simply confirm Tuff’s suspicions — which he would then feel required to share with every person he came across. At best, it could cause a slight scandal that a young man had spent the night in their home. At worst, the superstitious townsfolk may think the Hofferson clan had entertained something entirely inhuman, instead.

No, it was best to keep what she knew of Hiccup Haddock to herself for now. Surely the others would learn of him soon enough. “Just… because Tuff was busy snacking on unknown mushrooms in the forest again.” Astrid finished awkwardly. Covering her near slip-up with an eye roll, just to be safe, and hoping Ruffnut wouldn’t notice.*

If anyone wants to read it, here’s a link to the rest of the story. Or at least the beginning…lol

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SP Special Containment Part 14

If you are new to the story or need an update please use the hashtag SP Special Containment. -MJ

Sorry it took so long, I've been busy. -MJ

The Director stepped into Mitch's holding room.

Mitch chuckled, "that sounds like the Director."

The Director sighed as he stepped into Mitch's line of vision.

"Now how did you know that?", the Director tried to hide a shudder.

"I've learned the sound of everyone's heartbeat when they come in here. I learned yours when I first came into the facility", Mitch grinned, "though it's beating faster right now, are you that scared of me", Mitch chuckled.

"Can you blame me?", the Director leaned against the wall, but noticed a mirror, "what's this for?"

"Cass put it there so I could see who is coming in, I like that Cass kid. Though they keep a respectful level of fear, they have taken good care of me."

"I'm glad", the Director nodded.

"So I see someone put the head straps back on. What happened to cause that?", the Director sighed.

"Aramais's caregiver, that bastard can't take a joke", Mitch chuckled, "just like Aramais can't. He came in with Cass last night to check on me, I made a comment. He got annoyed and put these on me. I'm quite ticked by it honestly."

"I would like you to be respectful to the staff, you're not exactly everyone's favorite right now", the Director frowned, "they're working hard to keep you as comfortable as possible here. Though I know the chair hasn't been very comfortable."

"Aye Captain", Mitch laughed, "this chair has sucked."

The room was quiet for a minute while the Director thought of what to say.

"So are you here to tell me the date I'm scheduled to die?", Mitch grinned, "it's not fair to keep someone waiting for that you know."

"No actually I have an offer", the Director looked at Mitch, "I do apologize it has taken a while, the facility has had a few obstacles to get through. I had to meet with several people regarding you."

"Oh, I thought my ears were ringing, I thought it was just the alarms from the other day", Mitch frowned.

"After we got you contained, I messaged my higher ups to see what to do with you. They messaged back that I could do whatever I wanted, but they recommended I destroy you."

Mitch made a digusted face.

"I can't bring myself to do it, you haven't truly given me a reason to go that far", the Director continued, "at least not yet. I've met with everyone in this unit, pretty much everyone says you deserve a second chance. Even Whumpee has agreed as long as you are kept far away from them. There will be some minor adjustments to attend to, but would you be interested in becoming one of this facility's contained weapons. You'll be given a caregiver, but you will have to work on gaining our trust though."

"Someone is actually willing to take care of me?", Mitch seemed shocked.

"Yes, I've been monitoring your interactions with them. You seem to like them a little. They also enjoy your sarcasm", the Director looked at the door as it buzzed open.

"Cass?", Mitch laughed.

"If you're open to this, I will start working on a schedule. Cass still has morning classes a few days a week", the Director smiled, "I just need a yes."

"You know what, why not", Mitch laughed, "especially if it means I get out of this chair sooner."

"Alright, I will work on the schedules, we will transfer you to your new holding room later today", the Director smiled.

The Director left, and Cass came around to Mitch's view.

"I have the room set up as well, Andy showed me how to prep your room and how to take care of everything", Cass smiled.

"That's cool", Mitch smiled, "how fun, something I never thought I'd do."

"We will have a lot of fun", Cass smiled, "I'm here until next Monday, though I'll have to go back to campus to return something one morning before I come in this week. I'll be shadowing Caretaker tomorrow so I can learn to be the best caregiver possible."

"Oh good, I'm sure you'll do great. Tell me, is there a guard in here right now", Mitch couldn't tell in the mirror.

"There isn't, that's a first", Cass chuckled.

"We are still watching you", a voice came over the speaker.

"I was just checking", Mitch sighed, "I couldn't see anything. You guards are so strict."

"Do you need anything right now Mitch, I still have a few things to do before you get moved", Cass looked around.

"Nope I'm alright right now, thanks", Mitch smiled.

Andy walked past Mcgee.

"That is a rather large bag", Andy gauked.

"Yep, Jaimie requested a giant soft blanket when the Director stopped in the other day", Mcgee grinned and held up the blanket, "I went to town today, so I picked it up."

"These weapons", Andy laughed, "I sometimes forget they are capable destroying armies, especially when they ask for stuff like this."

"I know, it's kind of sad though. They are asking for comfort items, things we've had access to all of our lives. They've probably haven't had these things for a while", Mcgee frowned, "I always try to say yes to Jaimie because I know she really wants these things."

"I'm happy they trust us enough to ask", Andy nodded, "I feel bad, Cass was showing Aramais some of their homework. Aramais picked up this book, and said it was interesting looking. Next thing I'm getting a text from the guards at three in the morning to tell me Aramais is still awake reading. I never asked if he wanted to read something, and some of his past came out to, before he became a weapon. He had a hard childhood."

"Jaimie was picking at her nails the other day, and I asked if she wanted a manicure", Mcgee agreed, "she said she remembered getting them with her mom when she was younger, before she was kidnapped. She was very happy to have her nails done again."

"Kidnapped?", Andy frowned.

"Yep", Mcgee nodded.

The Director came by, "you got the blanket?"

"I did", Mcgee showed the bag off.

"That looks huge", the Director grinned.

"I know", Mcgee laughed, "she's going to love it."

"Are you heading to her right now?", Andy smiled, "I see Caretaker and Cass over there, do we want to all go watch Jaimie open it? If Mcgee doesn't mind."

"That would be great, kind of like a birthday party or something", Mcgee smiled.

Everyone piled into Jaimie's room.

Jaimie looked at them all weirdly.

"What's going on?", Jaimie frowned.

Mcgee was buzzed in carrying the giant bag.

"I-is that the", Jaimie got onto her knees excitedly, "is it Mcgee?'

"It is, everyone wanted to see you open it", Mcgee handed the bag to Jaimie, "we can show Aramais and Whumpee on Monday."

Jaimie shook excitedly as she opened the bag and revealed the blanket.

"It's so soft", Jaimie smiled as she picked it up and squeezed it, "and big, I love it."

Jaimie couldn't contain herself, she got up and hugged everyone.

Mcgee helped open the blanket and let Jaimie unravel it.

"It's so so soft", Jaimie smiled as she wrapped herself in it.

"It looks very nice", the Director smiled, "I'm glad you like it."

Jaimie happily twirled around for a few moments before collapsing into her bed.

"I can't wait to sleep with this tonight, it's going to be so cozy", Jaimie giggled.

Guards lined the hall as Mitch was pushed to their new holding room.

Cass talked excitedly throughout the entire transfer.

Mitch tried to be patient so he didn't get this messed up for himself. Cass was driving him crazy though as he tried to concentrate.

Four guards surrounded Mitch as two guards undid his straps. Two others stood with their guns pointed.

"Nice and easy", the guards guided Mitch behind the bars, then quickly locked it.

Mitch sniffed the air, "Aramais has been in here."

"Yes, he made sure the room was ready for you", the Director watched Mitch crack his back.

"If I never have to sit in that thing again it would be to soon", Mitch sighed, "let's hope Aramais didn't lie to you and give me an easy escape."

"I doubt that, but if you do find one, just let the guards know", the Director frowned as they watched Mitch look around.

"I'll keep that in mind", Mitch chuckled.

"We'll let you get settled in everything on that side of the bars is yours to use", the Director followed the guards to the door, "if you need anything the guards can hear you. They'll either do it or message Cass. Then Cass will check in periodically and bring your meals like normal."

"Okay, well thankyou I'm happy to be allowed a room finally. Mostly so I can move", Mitch laid on the bed, "oh, that's nice too."

Andy watched from the monitor room, "this just seemed too easy."

One of the guards nodded, "I agree, we will be monitoring him fully. None of the guards trust him, especially around Cass. I wish Cass would listen to Aramais, I don't think they've taken those warnings to heart."

"I know", Andy frowned, "I don't think so either. Aramais gave me several warnings to watch for before I even started taking care of him. Just in case he did lose control of himself or something happened with the other two."

"Aramais has earned all of the guard's respect, Whumpee and Jaimie have as well", the guard zoomed in on Mitch, "he's planning something, and has had plenty of time to do it."

Andy nodded in agreement, "I need to check on Aramais, excuse me."

Aramais groaned as he forced his eyes open.

"I shouldn't have stayed up so late", he groaned and glanced at the book, "it's a good book though."

"Finally awake Aramais?", one of the guards came over the radio.

Aramais yawned and stretched before sitting up.

"Yep, I'm going to pay for that later", Aramais looked at the camera, "my body isn't use to doing that."

The buzzer went off and Andy came in with a big grin, "you didn't even hear me come in to check on you earlier. You were out."

Aramais nodded, "I heard the buzzer, but didn't have the motivation to move. I figured if anyone was coming to kill me, the guards would help me, or I would accept my fate."

"You've slept way past breakfast and have an hour before lunch. Do you want anything to hold you over until then?", Andy reached into the pocket of his lab coat.

"What do you have?", Aramais watched.

"I've got a granola bar and a bag of chips", Andy pulled them out.

"Both, I can already feel my sugars are low", Aramais held up his hand to show the shakiness.

"Here you go", Andy handed over the snacks, "and here's your water."

"Thanks", Aramais sighed, "I feel like what I think being hung over feels like. I haven't slept like that since before becoming a weapon."

Andy sat down, "yeah, I got a text at three this morning that said you were still awake. Was it that good of a book?"

Aramais nodded, "yes it's pretty good. I used to escape my life by reading. I lost that comfort when I became a weapon. We weren't allowed comforts and escapes during that, we had to always be ready. It's nice to get away every once in a while. Nothing against being in here, the accommodations are great, but a book is nice to get some freedom."

"I'm sorry Aramais, I feel bad that you all are forced into this. You must feel trapped", Andy sighed, "I wish I had known you liked reading as well. I would have gotten you books sooner."

"It is what it is, I figured I would have died or something would have happened before I got older. I know I'm too dangerous to be in the world, and like I said, I appreciate the care I receive and I know Whumpee and Jaimie would say the same."

"I'm glad you feel that way", Andy smiled, "they moved Mitch today, it went smoothly. I don't trust him though."

"Neither do I", Aramais opened the chips, "as long as Cass listens and the guards are watching he shouldn't be able to find a way out."

Andy nodded, not wanting to admit Cass was still not listening as well as they should be.

"They are heeding my warning.... right?", Aramais frowned having seen Andy's body shift.

"I won't lie, I know it doesn't work with you. They are somewhat listening, but not as much as they could be. I think they see you three and think Mitch will fall in line the same way", Andy frowned, "Cass probably thinks Mitch will be like you."

"Cass is killing me", Aramais frowned.

"They're with Caretaker and Whumpee tomorrow, but the next day they are shadowing me", Andy stood, "if you want to..."

"I'm not doing anything else, if they don't want to listen to me then they can learn the hard way", Aramais watched Andy, "the lesson is going to be harsh though."

Andy nodded, "I'll be back with lunch, unless you want to go out for a ride in the hall."

"How is this going to work with Mitch?", Aramais stretched, "I could use a ride in the hall."

"Mitch has scheduled times he can be out, during those times you three stay in your rooms. If he decides he does not want to come out, he loses that time slot and has to wait for the next one", Andy stood, "I brought the chair just in case. Mitch probably won't want to come out for a while though, I think they're done with the chair."

Aramais took a sip of water while Andy rolled in the chair, "what is it doing outside?"

"There was a storm earlier, I think the rain has let up though", Andy moved a few straps for Aramais to sit, "do you want to eat by a window?"

"That would be nice if it's not a problem", Aramais sighed as they got up and walked to the chair, "something different to see."

"Not a problem at all", Andy started to do the straps, "I'll have a guard watch you while I get your food."

Aramais nodded.

In the cafeteria Andy waited for Aramais's meal to be prepared. Each of the weapons had a specific diet to serve their needs.

"Hey Andy, we are having a milkshake special today. Do you think Aramais would like one?", one of the workers came up excitedly, "I'll make you a shake as well."

"I think he will love one", Andy smiled, "what flavors are their?"

The worker started to list the flavors.

"Did you say peanut butter?", Andy grinned, "he loves peanut butter. Can I have strawberry."

"Yes of course. That's what Jaimie wanted", the worker grinned.

Andy rounded the corner and saw Aramais talking to the guard. The guard stood but was totally relaxed with Aramais.

"Aramais has earned everyone's respect here", Andy whispered to themself, "I'm glad to be taking care of him."

Aramais saw Andy getting closer.

"What are those?", Aramais eyed the clear cups on their tray.

"Its milkshake day in the cafeteria. I thought you'd like one", Andy smiled as they sat the tray down, "I got you peanut butter."

"That sounds so good."

"I'll be over here if I'm needed", the guard interrupted briefly, "nice talking with you."

"Thanks", Aramais smiled, "nice talking with you."

Andy held the shake for Aramais while they drank, they also took a sip of their own.

"Hmm, that is so good", Aramais smiled, "I haven't had a milkshake for a long time."

"How long?", Andy started to feed Aramais.

"I think", Aramais thought while they chewed.

"It was a mission. I had gotten hit pretty bad, and I was waiting for my pickup. I was shaky. I hadn't been given a meal before the mission, and they didn't give me rations because it was a quick mission", Aramais had another bite before talking, "I was hiding in an ally and across the street there was some sort of ice cream place. I had a few dollars on me that I smuggled and kept on my person at all times in case I attempted to run away. I knew I needed something in me, I wasn't probably going to get much for food. So I ordered a small shake. It was enough to hold me over until I got a meal. I took a few sips before my pick-up got there. I was forced to hand it over to my trainer and watched them down it."

"Aramais I am so sorry", Andy frowned as they offered more of the shake.

"It is what it is. I was just glad the mission was successful so I didn't I get punished", Aramais smiled, "I think they forgot."

"What was the mission?", Andy tried to pry more.

"I'm sorry, but there are things that I'd rather be kept secret. For your own safety and innocence, I'd rather you not know what I did", Aramais frowned, "it wasn't good, I've seen and done a lot of bad things and I want to leave it in the pass."

Andy nodded, "I understand, I was just trying to learn more about you. There isn't much we know outside of your files and the last few months.

"I appreciate that", Aramais looked around, "but you are better off not knowing certain parts."

"Okay, I understand", Andy nodded, "you know the facility has a library. Would you be interested in visiting it? I have to get permission to take you as guards don't normally get stationed there."

"I would like that", Aramais took another bite, "I almost finished that book last night."

"I'll put in the request", Andy looked down at the empty tray, "you finished everything. Are you full?"

"Yes very. That shake was really good", Aramais eyed the tray.

Andy set the tray on Aramais's lap and started to push to the cafeteria.

Aramais kept his head low thinking about the mission he had mentioned.

'So much blood', Aramais remembered quietly.

"Andy?"

"Yes, Aramais", Andy kept pushing.

"I'm sorry but could you take me back to my room?", Aramais turned to look at him.

"Yes of course. Are you alright?", Andy turned to go to the holding rooms.

"I'm fine... uh.. just some memories I need to work through. I don't really want to be in the noisy cafeteria and chance going into a survival mode", Aramais frowned, "I need alone time."

Andy went back to Aramais's viewing room after dropping off the tray and reporting to the Director what Aramais had said so it could be recorded in the chart.

"How is he doing?", Andy looked at the cameras.

"He asked for it to be kept quiet in there and that he be left alone", the guard frowned, "then he wrapped the blanket around himself and flopped on the bed."

"He covered his face even?", Andy frowned.

"I think he's hiding the fact he's crying", a different guard mentioned, "he's doing a good job besides his shoulder shaking a little."

Aramais quietly sobbed knowing the guards could hear. He didn't want anyone to see him.

He was being haunted by the faces of everyone he had killed.... "so many.. faces."

"He asked for some alone time. Let's let him have it, I trust he knows how to work through whatever is going", Andy frowned as he watched Aramais move his arm under the blanket to wipe his face, "please update me if anything changes or if he needs me."

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a true odyssey

ok well so. it's time to tell a long semi-pointless meandery story so buckle up. <3

mostly my job at the farm is to assist in the making of sausage, which happens two or three weeks every month, and when it happens it takes the whole week, y'dig, what with setup and cleanup and all that shit. but this is not a sausage week. this is the week between sausage and the next. and as it happens next week is the first chicken processing of the season, so like, a big deal. I've spent weeks slowly cleaning up the winter's mess in the slaughterhouse-- which is several rooms at the end of the barn, each of them cluttered with different types of detritus. I've spent hours washing things, putting things away, finding homes for things, tidying things, cleaning things, and my BIL has spent hours fixing broken things and helping me move heavy things that really need to not be where they are. It's looking pretty good in there.

But this week, now that the heavy lifting is mostly done, and most of the heavy cleaning is done, I've been mostly subsumed into bizarre odd jobs. Yesterday I learned how to use a woodchipper. I also did some light fence work, a stark contrast to the kind of fencing I learned in college. (Sabre and epee, then; now it's wire mesh and staples.)

And eggs; endless egg management. Mostly washing, and packing, and putting away, but some stock rotation too now and then.

This morning I was called away from my egg washing and prevailed upon to take a journey of about 40 minutes' drive each way, on a quest to obtain a new throttle cable for the New Holland tractor that VegMan needed for a task that had to be done as soon as possible and could not wait.

So the nearest New Holland dealership that stocks the part we needed is in Greenwich, NY. I haven't been there super often but it is exactly two towns over from where I grew up, so it's not exactly terra incognita. BIL gave me rough directions, and I immediately knew just what he meant. I put the address in my phone anyway, because I wouldn't know precisely where it was, but the bulk of the drive, I absolutely knew where everything was. So I left the directions in my phone and hit the road, and after about half an hour I'd passed through Schaghticoke and was headed north on 40 and was like "ok time to get Maps loaded" and tabbed over to the app and said take it away, my friend!

and it was like "make a right out of the farm driveway onto the main road" and like buddy i did that half an hour ago, please show me the current driving direction??? it would not do that. well, i don't need it to give me the turn by turn just show me where to go i guess, I thought, and then I looked and it was telling me to turn off Rte 40 and make a right, head east on the very next road.

The very next road was an unpaved road I happen to know meanders for a long distance before it ever connects with anything else. Doubt.jpg, I did not take the turn. I might mention, I grew up here, and I know fine fucking well where Greenwich is, and I had the utmost confidence that haring off into some unpaved Easton hinterland was not going to get me to the tractor dealership any faster than simply continuing on this very nice state highway. But it kept updating itself to show me turning right. Which I knew I did not need to do.

So I finally pulled over and tucked myself up in the DO NOT BLOCK DOORS DO NOT PARK HERE parking lot of the Easton volunteer fire department, and tried to restart Maps, which wasn't having any of it. I eventually had to hard-restart my whole phone.

And then it wouldn't come back up. It was just on the little loading thingy for ages, probably a minute and a half, but it was a long minute and a half, as those tend to be; with no other distractions, I stared bleakly at my seemingly-dead phone and had some contemplative thoughts.

I'm from here, is the thing. Like, if my phone won't come back up, I've come too far to turn back in defeat. I can't go home without the throttle cable. I can only go on. But I don't know how to get there. I don't think there's anywhere I can easily run in and ask someone for directions. (If there was a Stewarts I absolutely would but I knew there wasn't.)

But like. I cannot be lost this close to my fucking hometown. Route 40 is the street I learned how to shift into fifth gear on. Route 40 is the way I drove to school. I cannot get lost on Route 40.

Finally my phone came back on and I was like ok thank fucking god where the hell is capital tractor and it was like yo dummy you just drive up rte 40 for seven more miles and then make a right why are you being so weird about this

thanks bud. anyway, i clipped it back in its holder and got myself back on the highway

and about 20 feet later i almost hit a bald eagle that was swooping low over the road with something in its talons

so like i don't do augury so idk what that meant but i did make it and i did get that throttle cable and then i did make it back safely to the farm so who even knows

anyway your reward for reading is this photo I took of some lilacs at my mother's house:

[image description: some blooming lilacs, pale purple]

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GETTING TO KNOW YOU !

respond to the following prompts. include as much or as little as you want; you don't have to answer them all !

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name / alias. Rose

birthday. 12 February

zodiac sign. Aquarius

height. 150 cm (as mentioned sometimes before, I bite ankles)

hobbies. Listening to music, reading, writing, drawing, journaling, dancing, biting ankles, having existential crisis

favorite color. Red

favorite book. It's so hard to pick though! I'd say maybe the Rat trilogy by Haruki Murakami

last show. I honestly don't remember. I think it was the short series Choco Milk Shake. Idk what I'm gonna watch next, there are so many I still have to catch up on like WWDITS, My Beautiful Man, Our Flag Mean Death, Good Omens, Yellowjackets, Alice in Borderland, and now Sweet Home season 2.

sources of inspiration. I draw inspiration and ideas from various sources, be it movies, tv series, books, webtoons, video games, music, what have you.

story behind url. It's taken from the bridge of Enhypen's Given-Taken. Most of you all probably probably already know, but I just love vampires and everything magical and supernatural and wonderful and terrifying. And it just made sense with the majority of the muses that I have for the url to be this.

recent read. I moved this here for last so you can skip reading me ramble if you want. (I tell you, it's long, don't say I didn't warn you)

There have been so many things I've read in the past few months for my classic literature discipline in uni, mainly classic Greek literature and theatre, we've only recently dived in early roman literature and works from the Western European Middle Ages, our professor is kicking our asses off, but honestly these are one of my favourite classes out of the whole semester. But anyway, I actually just now finished reading The Romance of Tristan and Iseult by Joseph Bedier. Not bad, I must say. It has never been really my cup of tea to read romance stories, but at least it was much more interesting to read that than to read The Golden Ass (that one wasn't bad either, if we overlook some parts of it, yeah, I admit, but it was so unnecessary long in my opinion, I was literally falling asleep while reading it). If I had to pick which of the works I've read so far is my favourite, I'd have to say I really liked the tragedy Medea by Euripides (our professor once told us a story how she watched it being played out for the only time at the theatre in the city that we call our cultural center and how suddenly it started to rain and there was a thunder during the monologue of Medea and how it felt like nature was out there for the heroine and as if it was listening to her and answering her word, and the actress just kept playing her role in the water and when she was done, the rain suddenly stopped as if on cue and the sky was suddenly as clear as day again, and damn, I wish I was there to see it myself, I don't even care if I got drenched, I got chills just listening to that story. That was basically a once in a lifetime experience. But ANYWAY! The story itself is great, I really loved it.) and I also liked the comedy Frogs by Aristophanes, despite the message that the author was trying to convey at that time period.

As for my free time, I'm still reading The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams and I'm pretty close to finishing the second book from the whole series (The Restaurant at The End of The Universe), probably in a week or two I'll start the third book Life, the Universe and Everything. And I really love it so far. There so many funny and straight up absurd moment in the story and I love the group of main characters in it. My heart goes out to the robot Marvin, idk if I will see you again in the following books, Marvin, but you're a big mood, I feel you.

As for my annual update on Webtoons I am reading! Right now I'm reading Everything Is Fine, Homesick, Never-Ending Darling, Omniscient Reader, My S-Class Hunter, ZOMGAN, There Are No Demons (the art style for this series is very uncanny valley but in a cool way, I love it), Nocturne, The Guy Upstairs, Lore Olympus and Zombie X Slasher (and interesting way to take the zombie genre and create a story, I must say, I don't think I've seen anyone do this before, I look forward to what the author can offer). And I recently finished Surivival Diary, Dark Moon: The Blood Altar, The Star Seekers, Crimson Heart and soon I'll be finishing Dark Moon: The Grey City Too.

And a webtoon I recently finished too was Survival Romance and I just gotta give a shoutout to it. That webtoon took me completely by surprise. It wasn't the cute art style that made it unique, there are many stories that look cute on the outside that hide something dark and sinister underneath (like Everything Is Fine, for example). I knew this webtoon is horror, so at first I expected maybe one of the characters would be a yandere or something like that and the MC would be trying to escape that. And yes, there is one side character that could be considered obsessive in a way in parts of the webtoon, but the story wasn't about that at all. The author just took the romance and horror genres and turned them on their heads. The whole story isn't all that much about romance at all, actually, it's about forming friendships and bonds with people and having the will to keep pushing forward despite all the struggles you might be going through. The plot twists were SO GOOD, even though some could have been quite easy to predict. I also loved that the author put some meta and breaking the forth wall moments (Doki Doki Literature Club style is the closest association I could think of for this webtoon, kind of) and by the end all the characters [REDACTED, NO SPOILERS, GO READ IT YOURSELF IF YOU'RE CURIOUS]. The message is also very nice, the closing words in the epilogue honestly hit quite close to home and made me bawl my eyes out. The story also has zombies in a quite a unique way in my opinion. So if like dark stories with twists and turns and a meaningful message, and if in any way I piqued you're interest, go and check it out. I'm sure you won't be left disappointed. I could honestly write way more about this webtoon, but I already wrote a lot, so I'm gonna stop here.

#misc; dash games #misc; ooc #//i always end up rambling when I get to the 'recent read' part of those dash games lmao

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stardust-rust · 8 months

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An update on my fics

Hi everyone,

Some of you may be wondering "hey, where's that sequel you promised us of 'this kind of ruin'?" Or indeed, any fic at all this year.

Well, the thing is, that sequel (currently very tentatively titled 'these temple bones') is actually complete. It's pretty much done, barring edits and some cleanup. The reason I haven't posted it, or had much energy to write at all, or do anything besides mindless doomscrolling, is because my husband got sick some time earlier this year. Like, really sick. Between the stress of that and worrying about bills, my work being crazy draining, my sister going through a crisis and the heartache of having to yet again cancel my already-belated-due-to-covid honeymoon, I was hanging on by a thread of sanity. Frankly, I don't have enough spoons at the moment to manage posting a new story.

Writing is still my haven and my refuge, I have been chipping away here and there on all sorts (including a bkdk Soul Eater AU and a bkdk Hunger Games AU) where the mood takes me, but these days it's been hard to get time to myself. I thought I'd give an update, because I kept convincing myself I'll do it soon, I'll do it next week, but it's not quite manifesting. Don't worry, as I said 'these temple bones' is fully complete and it WILL be posted eventually (who knows, maybe this post will actually kick my ass into gear) but if it doesn't, you'll know why.

Stay safe out there folks, and tell the people you love that you love them.

#stardust rust #I usually do not as a rule talk about my private life publicly but I wanted to give an update anyway

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED

chapter 10

Masterlist (not updated)

song: Matilda by Harry Styles

Warnings: rule breaking, Sirius being a bit of a jerk, Severus being insecure

AN: I know I've neglected Severus. I love him and while I've been dealing with some stuff I didn't want to drag him into it. It's easier to write for someone like Norman Osborn than Severus Snape when that happens. But I'm feeling better so I've brought Sev back. The animagus form of the reader is going to be set btw. It just makes it a little easier to write. Enjoy!

Severus pushed open the door and gently led me in. We stood in the entryway and looked at the form the room had taken. It looked much like the room that we shared in Spinner's End but also had elements of our respective common rooms. There was a fireplace with a hidden seat in the corner while on one wall there was a view looking out at the grounds. As we took another step into the room, the view changed to show under the lake. With small smiles, we set about unpacking and getting ready for bed.

"Professor Slughorn mentioned that a charm was placed on the room so that it wouldn't change this year." I nodded as I got into bed next to Severus. "I think we'll be the only ones able to get in. Sirius might as well but I didn't think to ask."

"If not we can always walk him in." I yawned and curled up against him. Severus smiled as his kissed my hair. "In three days, things will change." Severus nodded before sighing.

"What do you think you'll become?" I shrugged.

"I'm not sure. I'd like to be a dog. A Husky or something like that. But I know I won't get a say." I looked up at Severus. "What about you Sev?" He shrugged as well.

"Knowing my luck, it'll be a bat.” He chuckled. I giggled and wrapped my arm over his torso, pulling him closer to me. “We’ll worry about that when the time comes.” Nodding in agreement, we drifted off. The next three days were uneventful. Sirius could get into the room without any issue and so could Remus. The three of us had administered the mandrake leaf as directed and Remus kept track of the days for us. On the last day, he met in the room of requirement and prepared the vials for the leaves. The next day, we transferred them and put a single hair in with them. Severus was able to get the moth head from Slughorn, telling him that we were experimenting with some potions and needed them as ingredients. We left them in the room under the bed where they would be safest and most secure.

“Alright. Done and done.” I looked at Sirius as he slid the last two vials from Peter and James under the bed. “What’s next?”

“We point our wands at our hearts and say ‘Amato Animo Animato Animagus’ everyday until the next electrical storm.” We nodded and waited. It was a month later that there was an electrical storm. Three of the vials were blood red while two weren’t. Sirius and I looked at each other while Severus sequestered us in a different corner of the room.

“Guess it’s just us for now.” Sirius called out. I nodded and prepared to do the incantation. “Ready?” Severus and I nodded.

“Amato Animo Animato Animagus!” We all said and downed the potion. Sirius or Severus cried out. It was hard to tell which when on my mind all I saw was a black cat, like Salem. I focused on it and felt my body start to shift. I wanted to cry out in pain but I couldn’t. I curled in on myself and waited for it to end. After what seemed like forever, I uncurled and opened my eyes. Sitting patiently in front of me was a large black dog. I softly mewed at it and it leaned down to gently touch its nose to mine. The dog was Sirius. Looking around the room, I finally noticed a small bat sitting on the bed. Carefully, I walked over and gracefully jumped onto the bed, earning a reproachful look from the bat. I gently nudged it with my nose and mewled when it flew up and landed on my back. Severus. He held onto me as I hopped back down to the ground. He chattered in my ear as I stretched and I felt him nuzzle the back of my head. Sirius slowly padded over to us and from the way he tilted his head, I knew he wouldn’t let Severus live this down. The man in question got off my back and we all slowly turned back.

“We did it.” Sirius breathed out as Severus turned back. “We actually did it.” I threw myself at Sirius and hugged him tightly.

“We did it!” I cried out as we collapsed in a tangle of limbs. Severus chuckled before laying down next to us and laying his head on my back.

“Oh so careful are you Severus?” Sirius teased as Severus gently shoved his head back. He nodded weakly before wrapping Sirius and me in a hug.

“It’s funny that the two of you get along so well yet your forms are mortal enemies.” He mumbled out. Sirius laughed.

“We could really screw with people now.” I looked up at him and smiled. “I could give you rides on my back.” I nodded before reaching behind me to run my fingers through Severus’ hair.

“And Severus can ride on my back.” There was a hum behind me and I smiled. “Too bad for James and Peter. They have to start all over.” Sirius shrugged.

“Oh well. At let’s Remus will have us.” I smirked and had a thought but I’d discuss it with Severus before confronting Sirius. “Can I stay over tonight?” Severus nodded as he stood up and reached out a hand to each of us.

“Sure. We can practice changing and we can find a mirror or something so we can see our forms fully. It was a pain in the ass to figure out I was a bat just from what I could see.” I nodded as I stood up.

“Yeah. The paws and the tail confused me. I saw part of my reflection in your eyes Sirius.” He nodded as he took Severus’ hand and stood.

“I guess we’ll need nicknames now.” Severus nodded. “I can be padfoot. (Y/N), what about you?” I thought for a second before shrugging.

“I don’t know.” Severus gave me a small smile. “You got an idea Sev?”

“Twilight.” I thought it over for a second.

“Not bad.” Sirius said in agreement. “And you can be midnight.” I laughed. Severus scowled.

“Hey if I’m twilight you’re midnight.” I gently teased Severus while I wrapped my arms around him. He sighed and nodded, relaxing against me. “And we’re in agreement that we really only use these names to refer to our furry friends?” Sirius rubbed the back of his neck.

“I was thinking of using padfoot with the band.” I shrugged. “So that’s settled. And Remus settled on moony.” With a smile I shook my head.

“Course he did.” Severus chuckled. “Come on. It’s getting late. Are we practicing or what?” Sirius and I nodded as we took turns shifting back and forth.

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape fanfiction #Severus snape fanfic #severus snape imagine #alan rickman #Alan rickman x reader #alan rickman fanfic #alan rickman imagine #alan rickman fanfiction #the half blood star #the half blood star series #The half-blood star series

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lovesthecure · 1 year

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God, I'm stressed.

The puppy we're trying to get might've been a scam? His mother is the one in touch with them, and she hasn't updated us since last night. They kept piling on more costs, the puppy itself was only supposed to be 600. After promising us he'd be here soon, they keep piling on more...? Feels fishy as shit. I hope it isn't.

My step dad decided to go get laid, and not update me. No "okay, I'm leaving now" or anything. Ghosted me for an entire day, and then told me to somehow cook dinner faster. We had to clear out of the living area by the time he was done showering after he got home. Ignored my messages about needing soap and groceries. Didn't even feed or walk the dog.

I'm having dreams about my egg donor again. They say that when you dream of someone, it means they're thinking about you. I'd rather she didn't.

There's a potential client who just isn't getting back to me. I'm trying to not be pushy, but if I should save a slot for them... I kind of need to know that. Is that 80$ I should budget into things, or not?

I think "the ps5 incident" genuinely left something on top of the Christmas Trauma Pile. I keep sitting here convinced he's going to ignore the list to get something for himself again. My whole childhood I was bad at wanting things, and now that I finally want things: he ignores it for something he wanted. Ignores it for that. Maybe I just have a low opinion of the man, but I don't put it past him to do two years in a row.

His cat allergies didn't react to his crush's longhair cats. I doubt he even has the allergies--he spent a week with my grandparent's shorthairs with no trouble at all. Either way, apparently I can get a kitten now. It just has to be a longhair. He's not that conspiratorial, but I keep wondering if that's somehow a trap. Like he knows the grooming costs would be too high, aside from me grooming the cat myself. He's not that smart though. He just knows he's run out of excuses to say I can't have a cat, and can't be bothered to just say "no."

We can't move out fast enough, it feels. Then it's not his decision.

I have to sit at a table and play DND with him next week. I have to not complain and just keep playing. I'm glad his character is so interested in other characters that aren't mine. It means I can focus elsewhere too.

I hate that I can't complain. I have to sit there, complacent. I'm a doll waiting to have the string pulled, to go "it's fine," and be set back on the shelf. Maybe I'd feel less like that if he even attempted to put time into me. He couldn't even watch episode 1 of a show with me. He doesn't invite me on streams anymore. As much as I wouldn't want to be there anyway, it stings a little. My usefulness has been outlived.

But not really. He can feel like he "provides" for me. My mother-in-law worries all the time that he drinks more out of stress. That maybe he's stressed caring for my husband and I. Maybe if I had the energy I'd tell her how much he actively impedes me making progress as an adult. Either on purpose, accidentally, or sub-consciously. I'm 21. I don't even have an ID to bring to a restaurant to prove it. With no car or stable income of my own... I have to rely on him. What a fucking joke that is.

He's been neglecting me to some level since 16, but hey. At least he doesn't do half the shit my egg donor or grandmother did, huh?

Once the basement is done, my mother-in-law is letting us move in there. It'd be impossible to get a place of our own, even if my husband and I both worked full-time. Manageable rent from her, as she helps us get off our feet. I'm terrified. Almost as scared as I'd been waiting 2 ~ 3 years for my step father to update me on if I was even going to see a doctor or not for numerous health issues plaguing me. Almost.

It's just slightly easier.

At least it means things will go somewhere.

At least there, I will not stagnate the way I've been forced to here.

I feel kind of like a prisoner.

#vent #might delete later

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halleymacleod666 · 1 year

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So update on how it's been going cause I have posted updates on tumblr in a while.

So after I reached my lowest weight in the summer, after summer was over I managed to gain like 10kgs in a few months. I started binging and I couldn't stop, like I've been starving and then binging for years now but it always changes, like I'll starve for a week and that will make me binge and so on... and I've been stuck in that cycle for 5 years. I never had a long period of starving (few weeks usually) and I have never had a long period of binging either (usually about a week at most) but after summer I just started craving junk food so so so bad and I couldn't stop myself from eating it, gained 5kg in a month and another 5 the next month. For the first time in 5 years I gave up on starving completely, like I just ate what I wanted when I wanted and there weren't many healthy choices, I didn't make myself throw up or burn any of the calories off and I didn't tell myself I'll starve tomorrow to make up for it, I just didn't care, I was depressed as fuck, I was sick of trying and I just kept on eating. And then I had reached my highest weight ever, my highest weight used to be 77kg, now it was 78kg. I was at such a low point, I am pretty tall so that was like normal weight per BMI although it might have been slightly overweight.

Anyway, recently (8 days ago) I decided it's time for a change, like I can't live like that anymore, almost none of my jeans fit and I feel absolutely disgusting in my skin, my belly has always been flat but it got so bloated and it even collected a layer of fat, so that had to change asap.

So yeah 8 days ago I started a diet, today I weighed in at 74.7kg so I lost a bit over 3kgs. I started a 30 day challenge where I eat no more than 1500kcals and if I eat more I have to make up for it some other day. It's not starving. The calories are a lot more than what I ate in the past while starving. I do want to starve so bad, I want this weight off of me, I wanna be so fucking thin, but what I want more is to keep the weight I lose off. I always fucking gain it back when I starve. I gain back more than I lost. So I'm eating healthy food, a lot of vegetables and I'm working out and I refuse to regain any more weight ever. I'm gonna stick to this until my weight loss slows down then I'll cut the calories more. But my main priority right now is losing weight and not gaining it back ever again. I haven't binged in a while, I didn't have the need to because before I started my diet I would it whatever I wanted and now I'm eating really healthy foods so I'm satisfied and don't crave junk food.

I've been trying to lose weight fast for years and years, it never works permanently, the puking doesn't work, the overexercising doesn't work, the 500kcal a day doesn't work. None of it will last. It took me a while to learn but I think I need to let go of the idea od fast weight loss and complete starvation and just count my calories but eat a higher amount. I know there will be days when I'll be tempted to overeat and I'll do it willingly in order to avoid binging but I'll also likely make up for it another day by fasting. But no more all or nothing mentality. Like that "I'm gonna eat nothing or everything" is what ruined me, it's perfectionism that's killing me. "I already fucked up so I might as well fuck up more" and shit like that is what ruined me. There is no "I'll start tomorrow" anymore. I'm done with all of that. If I realized this before and didn't tell myself every other day "okay you can eat all of this now but tomorrow we eat nothing" I'd already be super skinny. I sabotaged myself.

Trust me guys if you have this type of "restrict/binge" eating d1sorder just fucking stop doing that to yourself. You will gain more weight if you keep telling yourself "just one more day of eating like that and then I'll starve for a week". Yes you'll lose weight but you will gain it just as quickly. I have 5 years of experience with this. When my eating d1sorder started I was 16yo and 65kg. And 5 years later I managed to gain 12kg. Don't repeat my mistakes. I still want to be really thin but that is not the way, it got me nowhere, I ruined my body, I will fix it tho. As long as it takes. So what if it will take me a few months longer to reach my goal, if I keep going like I have been then in 5 years I still won't be at my goal. So better to get to 58kg in 6 months than to be at 75kg in 5 years. Quick results aren't always good. I understand you want to lose weight as soon as possible I do too. But I promise you, unless you have a typical restrictive disorder (without binging) then you will be much better off doing it slower

#anorexik #eating disoder things #tw ed rant #thinner is better #model thin #tw ed diet #meanspp #4a4

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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I came prepared for this chapter

I love how this particular warning intensified with each subsequent update…

Part 12, Warnings: SUNWOO

Part 13, Warnings: Kim Sunwoo

Part 14, Warnings: KIM MF SUNWOO 😂😂😂

I mean… I totally understand

‘I've already told you I want to hear all the pretty sounds you make."…"At least, I'd like to hear them in person this time."

Dafuq 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I wondered when he’d bring that up, didn’t think it would be just before they’re about to get down and dirty lol

"What do you mean this time?" You have to ask…"We were roommates, love. No matter how quiet you were trying to be, I still heard you moaning my name while touching yourself."

Wait! Wait!! Wait!!! WAIT!!!! There was more than one occasion he over heard her?!!! Did I miss something?! Or did you keep that on the low? I have a terrible memory 😂😂😂

"Well, that was fun," he smirks, causing you to laugh and drop your arms.’

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I don’t have a lot to say about their session together, just that it was 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 With his extensive experience running hotel Del La Sunwoo, no doubt he would’ve acquired many skills along the way.

We all knew very well, he’d have absolutely no problems taking care of business. Also, I like how he goes straight back to being playful and teasing with her afterwards.

‘Turning your head, you look Sunwoo dead in the eyes and ask, "You heard me masturbating?"…"A couple of times."… "What was that for?"…"For being a perv!"…"You're the one that was moaning my name over and over again."

He’s such an annoying, sexy lil shit 😂 I can’t even say he’s such an exaggerator… she probably was repeating his name endlessly 😂

Sunwoo counting how many times he heard y/n moan his name 🤣🤣

I was gonna ask if the others would let them have the cabin for the night and double up one of the other cabins… but remembered Eric has been a petty lil b*tch and probably still has revenge in mind 😂 He’ll probably just bust open the door to the cabin and ask/shout “are you guys finished yet?!! Is it safe for us to come in?!” 😂

then a few seconds later, not really waiting for the all clear…

“so…how was it? Y/n…Did my boy rock your world?!”… Then the comedy routine of Sophia hitting him… Eric asking “Why do you kept hitting me? You wanna know too!” will start again 😂

I wouldn’t put it past this super extra group to have a whole celebratory breakfast party ready for them the next day… (if they even make it to breakfast, that is 😏) I mean like… banners, cheering, clapping and singing congratulations, making a fuss and embarrassing them …well y/n at least. Sunwoo has no shame 🤣🤣🤣 but will wanna make sure y/n is ok with all the teasing. No doubt tea spiller Changmin, will probably ask if this means Sunwoo will finally stop whining about y/n’s awesomeness and pining for her… which will embarrass Sunwoo a lil, but the answer is no, he’ll probably be a lot worse now lol

Ohh yeah… I nearly forgot…

HE SAID…

‘As you fall asleep in his arms, your brain catches on to whispered words that you're not entirely sure you've imagined or not. You tell yourself you're dreaming as you hear Sunwoo's quiet "I love you" against the top of your head, and you fall into a deep sleep.’

He’s well and truly whipped for y/n. I love how much he’s grown and changed both for himself and y/n. That he feels safe and secure enough to fall in love with her. Hopefully y/n won’t over think things, too much and know that he actually means it. When will she bring subject up and when will she say it back?!🤔

Even with all the warnings, I still couldn’t really prepare myself for all that heat.

I really enjoyed this update lol.

As always take your time with the next update.

A Sam and Dean gif is always welcome and appreciated!! 👏👏

I'm happy you noticed my warnings getting more and more obvious 😂😂 I was tickled when I wrote them lmao. Also, the water gif?? Dear lord 🥴🥴

I didnt mention that he heard her more than once in the story until this point!! I thought it might be a bit redundant to point it out multiple times, so this was me telling yall that he heard her more than once lol

I thought about mentioning his skills in that part, but yall should already know the man is beyond skilled!! You said it yourself. He ran Hotel de la Sunwoo!!

THE FUCKING COUNTING GIF 💀💀💀 IM SCREAMING 💀💀💀. Why can I see him doing that and being a little shit too??? 💀💀💀

You're dead on with Eric doing exactly that 😂😂💀💀 and ofc Sophia would put him in his place lmao. I'm dying. I love this!! And the celebratory banners and stuff??? 💀💀💀 iconic. 10/10. This group would 100% be messy like that lmao

HE SAID 👏👏 HE LOVED HER 👏👏 HE SAID IT!! THE MAN SAID IT!! 👏👏 Though, I'm sure he thinks she's asleep and didn't really hear him 👀👀 (I'm telling yall rn. He thinks she's asleep and didn't hear him lol.)

The fact that Sunwoo finally found someone that makes him feel safe and secure enough to put himself back into a relationship with 🤧🤧🤧 I'm just gonna be shedding my tears over here 😭😭😭

#monbabyzshoebill #blurred lines love #the Junho gif with the glasses 😭😭😭

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nyanggk · 2 years

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NAWW GIRL. I’m pulling like my childhood friend has a crush on me frfr!! i used to have a crush on him when we were younger for like 5 yrs cause its one of those crushes that come back when u see them?? he’s older than me so we dont rlly get to hangout a lotttt but its fine when we doooo he’s so funny LIKE IDK HOW I DIDNT SEE IT HES SO OBVIOUS

like he be looking at my lips LMFAOO and me?? and my thighs hes so obsessed ! next time ill ask him for his snap . I kind like flirted yk i was battin my eyesss n shit and like being extra touchy like mans was like 🫣 like we went to some city here where i live in february i think? and he kept staring at my ass and my thighs and at me and he like one moment looked at me and we made eyecontact and he smiled like dayummm didn’t know u liked me this bad😭😭 he used to have a crush on my friend she’s like 5 yrs older when we were in elementary and we r kinda similar like physically she's just shorter and skinnier than me but she was kind of tall in that moment it was like idek like 2013 or smth and bigger when he had a crush on her he has a type LMFAOOO but honestly would see myself dating him fr

And he was looking at me a lot and i said "why r u looking at me😭😭” he was like u the only one that gets me bc his cousins gf and his cousin were being like romantic and his cousin slapped her ass yk?? and he looked at me and pretended to be cringed out and i was like looking into his eyes and i could see he wanted it with me like i’m 80% sure he has a crush on nme?? he pretends hes so hot yk and like he was semi hard again bc like last time i saw him he was semi hard and i was the only girl there and his brother and cousin were there so they weren’t the reason 😭😭😭 and my ma be like if u guys start dating youll be so cute bc she knows his family and shes like u gonna have 2 bfs omll bc i still like the other guy but WHEN I WAS YOUNGER THIS WAS MY FUTURE HUSBAND LMFAOO he’s like my first ever ykyk so i’ll be like thinking of him my whole life but then my guy my flaco is <333 also i slightly mentioned the guy i like it was more his cousin (ill call them my cousins too except for him bc I NEVERRR saw him as my cousin, like we aren’t relatedddd we good.). AND HE WAS JEALOUSSSS??? i gotta flirt more frfr im pulling broooooo

AND HIS YOUNGER BROTHER SAID I HOPE U GET A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE U FINISJ HIGHSCHOOL AND MF LOOKED AT ME LIKE??? fuckkk i would date him frfr !! hes not ugly actually and hes taller than me?? and when i was younger he’d grab my waist a lot like tjats my weak spot bae🫠🫠 i like stuttered one moment and he looked and me so lovingly like slayy oksy and in his eyes he was like reassuring me

this was long but like IM JUST SO FLABBERGASTED??? Like now idk if i want him or flaco??? Ima dream abt this watch😭😭 but like he fr hot i just like cute guys more but he the exception like we used to play minecraft together he was my minecraft pet LMFAOO i’ll update u

THALIESE BAE THATS SO CUTE?? wtf I can't imagine meeting your childhood crush and then the both of you end up together 😭😭😭 BUT LIKE, THAT MANS THIRSTY AS FUCK WHAT THE HELL I think it's cute that he's looking at your lips like that but he better back off bcs there won't be any lip smooching happening in this Christian household 🤺🤺🤺😤😤

GIRL THAT MANS LOOKING AT YOU LIKE HE WANTS TO EAT YOU WHAT THE FUCK IDK WHETHER TO BE CRINGED OUT (RESPECTFULLY!! BCS HE AINT DOIN IT TO ME) BUT I SURE AM HAPPY FOR YOU LMFAO

OH MY GOD I HAD LIKE A MINO HEART ATTACK THERE I THOUGHT HE WAS YOUR COUSIN GIRL LRFMOWKDWK I don't blame u for having a crush on your cousin in the past thooo some family members to be pretty hot ngl

OK BUT THE FLACO GUY 👀 👀 HIS NAME AINT IT BUT HE CUTE TOO cause girl if someone grabbed me by my waist and starts hugging me from the back or some typa touchy shit I WOULD MELT tell me what ur current crushes name tho, its honestly just down to that which guy I'd pick LMFAO

#thaliese🌺#@: thaliese #mirais asks⚜#[besties!] (*≧з≦)#GET BOTH MEN??? HMMMMMMMM

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First drafts are incredibly important, and I know what you're (probably) thinking, "That's it? Literally everyone knows that. It's been crammed down our throats enough."

But, I'm serious, rough first drafts are important. And the reason I'm going on this tangent is that I just realized that so many people have different ideas of a what a first draft means, and so many people consider "first drafts" that way they've been taught to consider it.

This probably doesn't make any sense, so I'll explain this. My version of a first draft was something already created. There was no groundwork, no outline, I would only write completely curated sentences. Like, I thought, ‘Oh, I've already done the thinking in my head, already thought about how it would look like, so that's done.’

On paper, it looks like a good way of doing things. I'd only write sentences that were formed, structured, with flowy metaphors and whatnot, they wouldn't be changed at all and would be posted the same way. I considered my "second draft" to just be editing spelling and grammatical errors.

It wasn't great, at all. Since I would only write "perfect" paragraphs and set high standards, I would barely write anything at all for months. A single story took years to write until I would just loose the motivation and the spark, and I thought that's how it worked for everyone. That you wouldn't write your story if it didn't have the most gripping first line, that you wouldn't write a paragraph 'cause you didn't have the best description and so on it went.

But then, I talked with other writers and I heard about how their first drafts were created, some of them used bullet points, others just quotes they wanted to include, some of them wrote the last scene and worked their way up from there and others wrote paragraphs and wrote little notes for themselves of what scene would go next. (Example: *insert heart-to-heart here*).

And I thought it was stupid, 'cause wasn't that more work? Wasn't that just more stress. But, then after months of not being able to write I tried it, and it bloody worked, guys.

I ignored the nagging voice in my head that told me the metaphor wasn't perfect or that the lines weren't descriptive enough and just wrote stuff. I wrote short and to the point sentences just to get the groundwork done and I was able to write so much. Sometimes, I'd lose steam, but I'd tell myself that I had done more writing in three hours than what I had done in eight months and it kept me going.

Something I didn't realize was due to my perfectionism, I didn't give my story the chance to grow. It may seem stupid, but because I was forcing it to develop in strict and rigid cages, I only had the first idea to work off of. Now, though? It gives me enough space to play around with what I want. To have fun. I was writing a revenge fic and halfway through, decided to turn it into A/B/O because I had the sudden idea of a scene I wanted to add. If I was writing it like I usually would, I wouldn't be able to change it, because I'd already written down the final sentences and to change them would be a pain. So it didn't leave room for new ideas.

Give your story the chance to grow, people. Because, sometimes, when you think you're actually helping it you might just be clipping off it's wings. Like it grow, let it fly, let it falter. Let it mold itself into what it wants to be. It doesn't have to be perfect on the first try - it can be filled with random unrelated images, it can be filled with quotes, it can be filled with random ideas that struck at 2.a.m. You write to escape from the real world, don't let writing be something you want to escape from.

Have fun writing, let your wings grow.

(Also, my readers, I swear, I'm working on the next update.)

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