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hii, can you write a dave lisewski x reader where reader is new at school and he volunteers to give her a tour of the school. Dave thinks she is really pretty and wants to be her friend, he asks questions about her and finds out that she likes comics and superhero’s just like he does and he asks her to come to his house after school to watch a new marvel movie that just came out. she says yes and they watch the movie at his house. during the movie dave just can’t keep his eyes off of her and he’s so in love with her even though he just met her.The movie ends and he walks her home because it’s getting late and he doesn’t want her to possibly get into some kind of danger. when they make it to her house( he finds out that they live close to one another) she thanks him for being so kind to her and kisses him on the cheek. he blushes and wishes her a goodnight. from then on they become great friends and maybe even more. (SORRY THIS IS SO LONG, js wanted it to be detailed so it’s easier for you!!🤭)

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Pairing: Dave Lizewski x New Girl!Reader

Warnings: None. Except general teen awkwardness?

a/n: Ok so I'll be honest and say that I haven't written for highschool characters since I was a highschooler myself about 10-11 years ago. So I'm admittedly a bit rusty. I probably won't make this a regular thing, because I don't really think I'm good at it haha. And I changed some things around and cut some things out for brevity, but kept the important bits. It kind of feels like a coming-of-age romcom.

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Dave would happily get stabbed and hit by a car twenty more times if it meant he wouldn't have to deal with the current situation he was in. He'd dripped oil from his bacon egg and cheese in his lap, and tried to clean the stain with soap and water, which created an almost bigger stain. The hand dryer in the mens room wasn't working, there were no paper towels, and he was running late to homeroom. Todd gave him a sympathetic pat on the back and offered the ever-helpful comment, "Don't freak. It'll dry eventually."

But it'd been a half hour, and it hadn't dried completely. A few people passed him with looks of disgust.

This day was already turning out to be shit, and it was only 9 AM. He shoved his head in his locker, wishing that a sinkhole would form in the middle of the school and swallow him whole. As the hallway cleared, he noticed you looking down at at a paper and distractedly walking in one direction before turning a corner and disappearing. You then turned back around and walked past him again in the other direction, with a furrowed brow and a pouting lower lip. When you turned to pass him a third time, he closed his locker and awkwardly leaned up against it.

"Hey! Are you lost?" He nearly shouted at you. You stopped short, startled out of whatever daze you were in, and looked at him as if you didn't even notice there was another person in the hall until now. Any plans he had to have a normal conversation left him immediately. He cut his eyes away from you. It was like staring into the sun.

"Hi." You re-adjusted your bag on your shoulder, "And yeah. This school is way bigger than my old one and I'm kinda turned around."

"Oh, yeah, totally, for sure. It's--yeah, it's big." He said awkwardly pulling at the straps of his backpack, "I mean, the school is big. The halls are big. It's a maze. Even I still get lost sometimes, and I've been here almost 4 years."

God, Dave, shut the fuck up.

You giggled at him and he felt his cheeks warm at the sound of it.

"Um, can you help me?" You asked, quirking your head to get a better look at him.

"Sure. Yeah, I can walk you to your next class."

You smiled at him and he smiled back, revealing the cutest dimples you'd ever seen.

"What about your class?"

He peeked at your schedule and his brows disappeared under the curls on his forehead, "We have the same homeroom. So we'll be going the same way."

He was very different from the boys you talked to at your previous school. You thought of what your old friends would say about him. You weren't super popular or anything, but you navigated most social spaces with relative ease. It also meant hiding a lot of yourself. Dave had a kind face and warm eyes that studied you with a sense of eager curiosity that flattered you. Incidentally, you were curious about him too.

When you introduced yourself to him and shook his hand, you noticed immediately how strong his grip was and his calloused palms. Most guys you knew with hands like those played contact sports. He didn't seem like the type, at first glance. He seemed to notice your surprise but didn't quite understand the reason behind it.

"Sorry if my hands are sweaty," he said, instinctively wiping them on his pants.

You rushed to ease his fears, "No they weren't! You're fine." And then, "Do you play sports?"

"Nope. I mean...sometimes I play Wii Tennis. I don't know if that counts though."

You giggled again, "I think that counts."

Interesting. Maybe he did woodworking or mechanic stuff like your dad. You made a mental note for later.

You both strolled down the hall in no real rush to make it to your destination as you talked. He was incredibly animated and spoke with his hands when he got into the groove of the conversation. And when you talked about your old school or your family, he actively listened and asked even more questions.

"You're really cool," he finally said, breathlessly. If you could visibly blush, you're sure you would've. You've been called a lot of things, but never "cool" with such earnestness. "I just wish I'd met you when I didn't have bacon stains on my pants."

He looked down at himself again and grimaced at his own misfortune. You could almost laugh at how resigned he was. Like this was just an everyday thing he had to deal with.

"You could just do what the girls do when we have stains on our pants," you suggested. He quirked a questioning brow and you motioned with your hands. "Tie your hoodie around your waist. It'll hide the stain pretty well, I think."

His eyes widened like you'd revealed the secrets of the universe to him, "I...didn't even think of that."

He immediately took his backpack off and dropped it to the ground to unzip his hoodie. When you noticed his tee shirt, you heard an eager gasp slip from you before you could really stop it. His shirt had the different sketched out iterations of Batman's costume designs over the years, which included a mix of his comic and movie suits.

"I just really like your shirt." You explained as he tied his sweater around his waist. "I was raised in a DC household. My dad has a big box of old school batman comics in our basement that I used to poke through when I was a kid."

His face lit up at your confession, "You like comic books?"

"I used to. I mostly just watch the movies now. The good ones, anyway." You said, shrugging. In truth, you hadn't picked a comic up since middle school. You missed reading them sometimes, but you never really had anyone to talk about them with. So you just stopped. You explained as much to him and he hummed in thought.

"Well, you can always talk about them with me. Do you like Marvel, too?"

You scrunched your nose up at him and he gasped.

"I'm sorry," you couldn't help but laugh at his dismayed expression, "I just think most Marvel movies are corny. And the comics can be a little soap opera-y to me. Maybe I'll give the comics another try, but I don't think I've seen any recent movies other than Black Panther and Thor Ragnarok."

When he thought about it, he couldn't really blame you for feeling that way, "If you had to choose, would you say that those were your favorites?"

"Nope," you admitted, "My favorite is Captain America: The Winter Soldier."

"And not Civil War? That one's my favorite."

You shook your head as you both approached the door to your homeroom, "I may have only seen it in parts. I don't really remember it."

He bounced on the balls of his feet nervously and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Well if you wanted...we could watch it at my house next Saturday. Only if you want. My dad and my friend Todd will be there, so it won't be just us. But they won't be weird either. At least, I don't think so."

You smiled at him as he babbled on, only reaching out to lightly touch his arm. "Let me ask my mom. She might ask for your dad's number, if that's okay?"

A small smile graced his pretty face.

He nodded, "Totally."

Todd wasn't super happy with the idea of you joining their movie night. But Dave watched him warm up to you until you were both practically friends, too. He felt a twinge of jealousy at how quickly you two got along, but he summed that up to just how friendly and easy to talk to you were. He knew the movie front to back, so he couldn't help but watch you study the movie with deep interest to see how you reacted to his favorite parts. When all was said and done, the three of you sat in the living room discussing Civil War and if you were Team Cap or Team Stark. You all seemed to be in agreement that Tony was a war criminal who indoctrinated child soldiers. But you all were in disagreement about whether Tony deserved to have his ass kicked by two super soldiers.

"He literally didn't even know that he did anything wrong!" You argued to Todd, who rolled his eyes.

"You're only saying that about Bucky because you think he's hot."

"Maybe so," you admitted, "but my point still stands. He was brainwashed, he wasn't responsible."

"So you wouldn't be upset if I killed your parents, and Dave knew but hid it from you, and then beat you up when you found out?" The blond asked, popping a pretzel in his mouth, "I dunno. I'd be pretty upset."

"That's different, Dave would tell me." You responded with a coy wink at your new best friend.

Todd groaned, "You think he'd throw me under the bus for you?"

"I mean--" Dave cut in, pushing himself from the couch to stand to his feet and stretch, "--she is really pretty. And she smells nice. You're not as pretty and you just smell like Axe."

Todd gasped in mock hurt and you motioned to yourself as if to say "look at the material."

When 9:00 hit, you said goodbye to Dave's father who invited you and your family back for dinner, and hugged Todd goodbye.

"You're still wrong about Tony." He mumbled.

"You're in denial."

"You're In denial."

When you broke away to hug Dave he hesitated, "I was going to walk you home if that's okay with you. No pressure. I just...Uber is expensive on Saturday nights, and I know you don't live too far. But I don't want you to feel unsafe."

You noticed Todd shoot an odd glance at Dave before schooling his features. You made another mental note, but nodded.

"Sure, thanks."

You still weren't used to how long city blocks were. So even though you lived only a few blocks away, it felt like so much longer. Despite everything, you were surprised by how quiet this section of Manhattan was at night. Some people milled about, either going to or coming from someplace else. The air was brisk enough to add a jolt of energy to your system, but it still wasn't so cold that you felt any rush to get home.

"So what's up with the callouses?" You suddenly asked. Dave seemed confused by the question, so you grabbed his hand and held it up to him, then turned his hands over to show his reddened knuckles.

"Oh. I-I'm a...boxer. I box." He stammered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Only my dad and Todd don't know. So don't, like, bring it up around them. They'd freak out."

You hummed, "Okay."

He let out a sigh of relief. A sharp gust of wind from a passing wind tunnel chilled you to the bone, and you looped your arm through his.

"Oh!" You said, surprised.

"Are you cold?" He leaned in closer to you, "We can walk faster if you want."

"I just..my hands are a bit cold." That didn't explain the way you were wrapped around his arm like a boa constrictor. But he didn't seem to mind. He shifted his hand in his sweater pocket.

"There's some room."

You felt your stomach flutter when his hand brushed against yours in his sweater pocket. The flutter turned into a rapid thud when his fingers laced through yours. Despite how ice cold your hands were, he didn't pull away.

"Is that okay?" He asked, shyly, fully prepared to move his hand if you objected. You gave his fingers a small squeeze.

"It's great, actually."

You carried on the casual conversation for another few blocks before stopping at a newly renovated brownstone. He realized then that your family definitely had more money than his.

"Here we are."

You slipped your hand out of his grasp when you realized you still had it in his pocket.

"So...I'll see you monday?" He asked, fidgeting with a loose piece of string on his sleeve.

"Of course."

"Awesome."

"Yeah."

You looked him over one last time before you parted ways. He was your first real friend since you moved, but you still felt like there was so much about him that you didn't know. Not because he was particularly secretive, but because you felt like there was more to him than he let on. You unconsciously reached up and moved a curl away from his eyes. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, in response.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing," you said, "I just think you're really cool, Dave Lizewski."

His smile bloomed into a wide grin, exposing the deep dimples in his cheeks. "You're cool, too. Probably the coolest person I know, actually."

Your heart was thudding in your ears when you leaned up to press a gentle, lingering kiss to his cheek. Before you pulled away, you heard him gasp softly in surprise.

You suddenly felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and checked to see that it was your mom asking where you were.

You usually let your mom know ahead of time when you were on your way home, but you felt uncharacteristically out of sorts. You shot her a quick text letting her know you were outside.

"I hate to do this," you said, finally breaking him out of his stupor, "I really have to go now. Mom's asking questions. Text me when you get home, okay, Curly?"

You gently touched his arm and climbed the steps of your house to the front door. He gave you a weak thumbs up, but he still stared at you with a shocked, flushed face. "G-gotcha."

"And don't forget."

"I won't. I promise."

When you finally shut the door behind you, you peeked out of the small eyehole to watch as he touched his face in surprise and walked down the street in the wrong direction.

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scoonsalicious · 21 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 16, Unaccompanied - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 881

Previously On...: You were juuuuust about to leave for your first mission with Bucky, but have been felled by a nasty stomach bug, leaving Bucky to go off on the mission alone :(

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You woke up a few hours later. You felt a bit better, but an all encompassing fatigue still settled over your body. You stretched and grabbed your phone to check the time. Glancing at your phone’s screen, you saw you had multiple missed calls from Bucky, and text messages asking you to call him back as soon as you could.

Concerned, you hit the button to dial him back. He picked up immediately.

“Baby,” he breathed, sounding relieved. “I am so sorry, I have no idea how this happened, but I swear, I had nothing to do with it. I was fully prepared to go by myself, but—”

“Bucky,” you interrupted, “what are you talking about?”

“Fucking Carthage,” he seethed, and you could feel his anger through the phone. “She’s on the Quinjet with me. I told Steve I was fine going alone, but I set the autopilot for takeoff and she was just there. I’m so sorry, sweets. I know you got no reason to believe me, but I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this. She’s the last person I want to be trapped in this bird with, let alone on a mission with. I locked myself in the fucking cockpit just to keep her the hell away from me.”

Your stomach dropped, but you could hear the anxiety and rage in his voice, and maybe you were stupid, but you truly believed this had taken him by as much surprise as it had taken you. “It’s okay, baby,” you told him after you’d taken a breath, not realizing you’d let the endearment slip through. “I believe you; it’s not your fault.”

“I promised you I’d cut her out,” he bemoaned. “This makes me a fucking piece of shit all over again, and I hate it. I hate what it must be doing to you right now. I’m so sorry.”

You were feeling nauseous again, though from your stomach bug or the current situation, you weren’t quite sure. “You can’t help this, Buck. It’s beyond your control, I get that. I really do. I know I can’t expect you to ignore her while you’re on a mission together. You don’t have to worry about breaking your promise to me right now, okay? It’s extenuating circumstances.”

“I’ll only talk to her about mission-related shit,” he promised. “I’ll ignore everything else, I swear.”

“Yeah,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah, that’s good. We can work with that, Buck. It’s okay; we can get through this.

“I’m so sorry, Pocket.” Bucky’s voice was mournful. “It’s another promise I made to you that I’m not keeping.

You talked to him for a while longer, reassuring him you didn’t blame him for the current state of affairs, and that you weren’t going to hold any contact he needed to have with her against him. Occasionally, you could hear Jade pounding on the cockpit door, and Bucky would shout that, if it wasn’t about the mission, he didn’t want to hear it.

After about an hour and a half, Bucky swore softly. “I’m sorry, sweets– looks like we’re heading into a storm. I’m gonna have to take the jet off autopilot and fly her manual til we’re through it.”

“Yeah, of course, Buck,” you said, knowing he was telling you he had to hang up. “Text me when you land, okay?”

“‘Course, doll,” he said, and you could hear him smile into the phone. “I’ll be doin’ everything in my power to get this mission over as soon as possible.”

“Just come home to me safe and sound, Barnes,” you told him. “That’s the important thing.”

“Always,” he said. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Hey, Buck?” you asked, before he had a chance to hang up. “I love you, okay? So much.” You still did, despite everything, and you wanted him to know it.

“I don’t deserve you, sweetheart,” he said, “but I love you, too. More than anything.”

You said your goodbyes and were left in the quiet of your room. You needed to have a conversation with Tony, but before you set out to find him, you had one burning question you needed answered.

“Hey FRIDAY?” you called.

“Yes, Ms. (Y/L/N)?” came the disembodied Irish voice.

“Why didn’t you alert me when Sergeant Barnes and Ms. Carthage interacted aboard the Quinjet?” you asked.

“You asked for all interactions within the Tower,” FRIDAY replied. “The Quinjet does not technically meet the parameters of your request and thus was not included.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course the AI would get caught up in semantics. “Okay, fine. Adjust the parameters of the request to include any and all interactions occurring between the two on the Quinjet, as well,” you requested.

The AI agreed, and you let out a sigh. You felt terrible about essentially spying on Bucky, but the truth was, you still didn’t fully trust him again. You wanted to, more than anything, but you just couldn’t. You hated what you had become, what the situation, his actions, had turned you into. If you were the kind of girl who believed in a higher power, you’d be praying to any deity who would listen that this mission would be over before your anxiety got the best of you.

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five-rivers · 14 days

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Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 9

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“Okay, for the next one,” said Danny, doodling on a piece of paper, “I think I’m going to pick from the older end again. Like, I’ve done number one, number five, and number seven, so that leaves two, three, four and six. Could just do the middle one, four. That’s the biggest group. Or I could do one of the single people.”

“You could pick any of them,” said Clockwork. He placed another piece into the puzzle he was working on at the dining room table.

“I know,” said Danny. “I’m just thinking out loud.” He’d been leaving Clockwork’s after breakfast, but he’d broken that habit this time around. It was almost noon. He just couldn’t make up his mind.

Part of him wondered if he should have stayed with Vlad a bit longer. Maybe he could have pushed him to tell the truth. But… he didn’t know how Vlad would have reacted to that. What if it had been bad?

On the other hand, it might have been good to know if his reaction to being pushed had been bad. If it had been, Danny would have known not to pick him. Maybe… maybe deciding to leave was a little… cowardly.

“Hey, Clockwork?”

“Yes?” He looked up from the puzzle, but kept inserting pieces.

“Am I different than I was with my memory? Like, am I acting different than I would have, if I still remembered?”

“Of course. You would have knowledge that you currently do not, if you remembered.”

“Okay,” said Danny. “Sure, I get that. But what about… I’m… Am I acting like, not as… brave?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Vlad said I was sort of a, I don’t know, a superhero, kind of.”

“I see.”

“But I kind of feel like if I had been, then I’d be more… I would have acted differently, with Vlad.”

“Hm,” said Clockwork. “I think I understand what you mean.”

“And?” prompted Danny.

“And, I have often found that it is easier to be brave if you have something to be brave for. When it is not a choice so much as it is a necessity. You do not need to be brave, here. This isn’t one of those situations.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I am,” said Clockwork. “You aren’t unmonitored, when you are visiting the candidates. Part of my role is to enforce the rules.”

“I don’t really see how that means I don’t need to be brave in this situation. I kind of feel like there’s a lot I need to be brave about, here. I could be hiding out in my room instead of out here.”

“You could be.”

“But I’m not. I’d say that was… brave… Wait, that’s not the position I was arguing before.”

“It is not,” said Clockwork.

Danny scowled at him, then slouched down in his chair. “You know what else is brave? Your new decorative choices.”

The walls of the kitchen - not to mention the rest of the house - were now covered in clocks of various sizes and shapes.

“Mhm. Well, in your absence, I must occupy myself.”

Danny looked around the room again, eyes lingering on the clocks. “I don’t know that I’m that… occupying. Like, I’ve not been here for more than a day at a time, and usually less than that.” He hesitated. “And we don’t… do that much together, do we?”

“We’re doing things together now.”

“I’m mostly just complaining at you about my choices, but okay.”

“Even so.”

“What if I just… take another day? To decide who to go to next, I mean.”

“Take as long as you want. In the meantime, you could help me with this puzzle.”

“Or,” proposed Danny, “we could play some video games together. A lot of the ones I like are multiplayer.”

Clockwork put the remaining puzzle pieces back in the box. “We can certainly try that. I’ve never played before.”

Danny grinned. “I think you’ll like it.”

“Are you sure you’ve never played before?” asked Danny.

“Quite.”

“You’re good.”

“I have always prided myself on my timing.”

Danny groaned as he died again.

“Okay, I’ve made my decision,” said Danny, a few days later. Breakfast that day consisted of french toast.

“Really?”

“You don’t have to sound so skeptical.”

“This is my normal voice.”

“Is it?”

“It is. What is your choice?” asked Clockwork.

“Eager to get rid of me?”

“I am merely curious.”

“Sure,” said Danny. “Sure you are.”

“Daniel,” said Clockwork, with a faint air of exasperation.

“I want to visit the third person,” said Danny. “I figure I might as well be symmetrical.”

“It’s as good a system as any. Do you want to leave now, or later?”

“Now,” said Danny. He did not say, ‘before I change my mind again.’

“Very well.”

Clockwork raised his staff, a spark of blue swirling off the tip. The portal would form in just a split second.

“I’ll miss you,” blurted Danny, impulsively.

Clockwork’s eyes widened slightly, but he did not respond before the portal swept Danny away.

The first thing Danny noticed about the new place was how cold it was. He wrapped his arms around himself, and cursed himself for not realizing that someone named Frostbite of the Far Frozen would live somewhere cold.

“Oh, dear,” said a deep voice. “Great one, my apologies. I did not realize your core would be inactivated.”

Danny was bundled into a pair of furry arms and swept away to a much warmer area. That wasn’t to say it was warm. Just. Warmer.

“Oh, wow, that was cold,” said Danny. He rubbed his arms and wrapped his tail around his knees.

“Yes,” said Frostbite. “Usually that’s not an issue for you.”

“I can’t imagine why not.” Danny shot a look at his latest temporary guardian.

Frostbite was a huge, tall, white-furred ghost. He had a long muzzle and horns, along with ears that had more than a passing resemblance to Danny’s. Danny ran a hand over his own ears, wondering. Were they related somehow?

“Generally,” said Frostbite, “in the normal course of things, that is, you are quite cold-resistant. You have a cold core, like myself, although that aspect of your core seems to have been rendered dormant.”

“Vlad mentioned cores,” said Danny.

Frostbite's furry eyebrows went up. “You have already met Plasmius?”

“Um, yeah. Just before you, actually.”

“What?!” Frostbite patted Danny over with his large, paw-like hands. “Did he harm you? Are you injured? Did he do anything to you?”

“Um,” said Danny, stepping back. “No. He was pretty chill actually.”

“Chill.”

“I mean, like. He didn’t do anything bad to me. He was pretty nice, even though he didn’t tell me we’d been enemies. The Dairy King did.”

Frostbite got a sort of pinched look on his face. “The Dairy King was assisting him? How unusual.”

“I don’t know about assisting,” said Danny. “He did tell me about how Vlad and I used to fight and all.”

“Even so,” said Frostbite. His eyes were still roving over Danny, apparently worried. “I would like to give you a full medical checkup. I was unable to do so… before.”

“Before the trial?” asked Danny, tilting his head to one side. He felt one of his ears flick.

“Yes,” said Frostbite, heavily.

He seemed to be struggling with whether or not to say anything else, so Danny took the opportunity to look around.

The room he was in was… strange. There was really no other way to put it. It was small. Only about the size of Danny’s bedroom at home with Clockwork. The walls, where they were visible, looked like ice-covered stone, but they mostly weren’t visible. They were covered with layers of fur and strange tapestries. Some of the tapestries looked more or less like Danny imagined tapestries to look: lengths of tightly-woven and embroidered fabric. Others looked more like carpets. Still others were embroidered furs. The floors, too, were covered in layered furs and carpets. Illumination was provided by globs of floating blue fire.

Other than that, the room was empty.

“I was your doctor before, Great One.”

They looked at each other for a long moment. Danny imagined that Frostbite was facing the same dilemma he was. He couldn’t decide what to ask next. He couldn’t decide what was safe to ask.

“So, you’re a doctor?” That seemed like a safe question.

“I am,” said Frostbite. “Medicine for cold core ghosts is one of the specialties of my tribe. When you have been ill or injured in the past, we have taken care of you.”

Danny hadn’t really thought all that much about the social structures of ghosts. He remembered the Observants, and he had a vague recollection of kingdoms and tribes being a thing, but he was far more familiar with the workings of a republic, his human life taking precedence in this case. He made a mental note to ask Frostbite more about how tribes worked later.

“And I have a cold core like you? That’s why you’re my doctor?”

“Yes,” said Frostbite.

“Are we related?” asked Danny. Frostbite’s tail - what Danny could see of it, anyway - wasn’t quite like Danny’s, but he did have white fur and pointed ears, so…

This question surprised a laugh out of Frostbite. “It would be my honor, but, no, Great One. Although we share some similarities, that is not one of them.”

“And you’re calling me Great One because…?”

“Because you saved my people, and, indeed, all the Infinite Realms, from a terrible fate when Plasmius released Pariah Dark, the old king of ghosts, from his prison.”

“The superhero thing?” asked Danny.

Frostbite chuckled. “I believe you referred to your tendencies as that a few times in my hearing. You, and your friends. But, truly, it would give me a great deal of peace if you let me make sure that you are, indeed, healthy, and that whatever technique they used to remove your memory has not damaged you unduly.”

“You could tell if it did?” asked Danny, suddenly a lot less reluctant.

Frostbite nodded, gravely.

“Okay,” said Danny. “But I’m not sure if I can really handle it if the way there is as cold as the way here.”

“I will carry you,” said Frostbite. “The medical bay itself is heated, to accommodate your human half, as are many of the rooms.”

Danny sighed in relief. This would have been a very short visit if they hadn’t been. This room was fine, but he didn’t like the idea of being confined to such a small space indefinitely.

“And perhaps we could take one of these,” said Frostbite, pulling a thick, fluffy-looking fur from one of the walls. “Just to add another layer between you and the cold.”

“Right,” said Danny, feeling nervous again as he contemplated being bundled up like that. It was fine. Clockwork was watching. Monitoring. Whatever. He had the pocketwatch.

It took a bit of maneuvering for Danny to get into a comfortable position, but once he did, Frostbite wasted no time pushing aside the thick, curtain-like door of the room and walking back out into the cold. Danny drew in on himself, shivering, despite their precautions.

(In a slightly less frigid environment, being held in Frostbite’s arms would have been downright cozy. He made a note to experiment later. If Frostbite was trustworthy enough for cuddles.)

“S-so,” said Danny, trying to take his mind off the cold. “Wh-what did I do with Pariah D-Dark?” Vlad had told him a version of the story, but he doubted it was complete, especially given that he’d failed to mention anything about who released Pariah Dark in the first place.

“You rallied the ghosts of the Wastes,” said Frostbite. “a veritable and largely lawless rabble. You convinced them to fight, even convincing Walker and Dorathea of Mattingly to lend their power. You led them against Pariah Dark’s thrall armies, and stormed his keep using a suit of armor that sapped your life even as it increased your power. You fought the mad king one-on-one, and forced him back into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, whereupon Plasmius was able to lock him in again. You very nearly died, you very nearly ended, and were willing to do so, in order to stop Pariah Dark.”

“H-huh,” said Danny. He couldn’t really imagine doing something like that. But it did more or less line up with what Vlad said… except that in Vlad’s story, Danny’s role had been less… prominent.

They reached the medical bay, a large cave full of mysterious machinery, shortly after that, and Danny was again happy to find himself in relative warmth. Frostbite started explaining the medical exams he wanted to carry out, and Danny listened half-heartedly.

“Hey,” he said, during a lull between explanations. “Do you think you could fix my amnesia?”

“It is not impossible,” said Frostbite, slowly, turning away from the thing he’d been fiddling with . “But it would depend heavily on what method they used to give you that amnesia in the first place. For example, Lethean waters are very effective and entirely irreversible. On the other hand, they could have removed and stored your memories via a memory jar, in which case you would need to have that jar to recover your memories. Alternatively, there are several ways by which your memories could be bound in place, or obscured. However… attempting to restore your memories would be a blatant violation of the rules of this trial.”

“But would you try?”

“If you asked me to, Great One.”

Danny frowned and looked away. “Why are you doing this?”

“Giving you a medical checkup?” asked Frostbite. “Because I am concerned for your health.”

Danny waved that answer away, and forced himself to look back at Frostbite. “No, I mean, why are you participating in this trial? Why do you want custody of me? I mean, if you’re just my doctor, that’s a bit weird, isn’t it?”

Frostbite huffed. “I do like to think of myself as more than ‘just’ your doctor. I mentored you extensively after your ice powers developed. I daresay you are one of my more successful students, at that, even if your, ah… first attempts at control were rough.”

“You know what I mean. You call me ‘Great One,’ and that’s flattering and all, but it isn’t really a parental kind of thing, is it?”

“I suppose not,” said Frostbite. “It would bring me nothing but joy if you did choose me, Great One, and I would do my utmost to live up to the task and dedicate myself to parenting you, but I do have something of an ulterior motive in joining this trial.”

“What is it?” asked Danny.

“I came to warn you.” Frostbite squared his shoulders. “I never met your birth parents, only your sisters, but from your words and theirs… I believe they harmed you, Great One. Intentionally and repeatedly. And I believe that it is their actions that necessitated this custody trial.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Danny. “Why? Why do you think that?”

“First,” said Frostbite, “you mentioned to me on several occasions that your parents were ghost hunters.”

“Oh. Ow,” said Danny.

“Secondly, a few times - only a few, but they stand out sharply in my memory - you visited me for help after being affected by one of your parents’ weapons. I have the records of those visits here. You brushed aside my concerns regarding your parents then, saying that they did not know you would be harmed, or that the incidents were mere accidents.”

That… certainly sounded bad.

“Thirdly, and finally, the existence of this custody trial in and of itself. These are beyond uncommon, even considering the Observants’ interest in you.” Frostbite’s snout wrinkled. Speaking of which, you should be wary of them as well.”

“Already ahead of you on that one,” said Danny, thoughts racing. “But I thought the reason for the custody hearing was that they were dead.”

Frostbite’s eyes widened slightly. “Who told you that? I know that at least one of them is participating.”

“What?” said Danny. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. My spy wasn’t able to be more specific than that, curse the Observants, but I have full confidence in them as a member of my tribe.”

“Do you know their names? What they’re called, what they look like?” asked Danny.

Frostbite shook his head. “As I said, I never met them.”

“Maybe we can work it out by elimination, though,” said Danny. “I could tell you the names of the other people on my list of candidates–”

Frostbite’s head-shaking became more frantic. “Goodness, no. I’m limited in how specific I can be about the…” He sighed. “Competition.”

“Right,” said Danny. “But you just came to warn me? That’s all?”

“And to give you some measure of safety. I knew your parents were participating, I knew Plasmius would not miss the chance, and I haven’t a clue about who else might be involved. I wanted you to have at least one safe option.”

That was nice and all, but Danny couldn’t help but feel a little put out. He didn’t want to be an obligation that someone was picking up because they felt like they had to.

He was probably just being ungrateful, though.

“Great One?” asked Frostbite.

“Hm?”

“I asked if you would like me to try to get your memories back.”

“Oh,” said Danny. He thought about it for a while. “No. I don’t want you to get in trouble. But maybe… could you find out what’s going on with my core? And help me remember how to use those ice powers you mentioned?”

“Of course, Great One! It would be my pleasure.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

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venbetta · 8 months

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I'm not sure if anyone's ever thought about this or has made a post about it, but I figured I'd add my own two cents if someone did talk about this.

// Ruin spoilers ahead

mostly about Freddy

So, seeing that headless Freddy has prototype written on the bottom of his foot, it's suggested or even theorized that our Freddy (the one we're with in SB) was a prototype this entire time.

Of course, like many others, I was very skeptical and in denial about the idea because why the hell would that be a thing? How is he a prototype? It wasn't there on his foot in the base game, so why this sudden change?

I kinda hated it, and as a way to cope, I theorized that maybe it wasn't the same Freddy and FazEnt just replaced him with another copy and then abandoned him... don't ask me how that particular Freddy became headless either. Also I was wobbling between the "True Ending" being the Canon one, I was back and forth and just trying to figure out what would've made sense.

My logic for the True Ending being canon was, maybe Freddy and Gregory both got out (alongside Vanessa) with glamdaddy intact, and they're just living life. Meanwhile, Faz Ent just made a new Freddy while fixing the plex but gave up and left everything to rot. Of course I know now that makes no sense or explains why/how the 2nd Freddy lost his head, but it's what I came up with. The PQ Ending is technically canon... so that was a waste of a braincell, hah...

Since fnaf has the tendency to rewrite/add things to the story, I think our Glamrock Freddy being a prototype is something I've accepted. Now, there are a few things I thought of that might add to the idea of him being a prototype (not confirmed but more speculative).

He's a high-tech, sentient AI robot, he can clearly experience human emotion (like the other glamrocks) and has decent mobility. What most likely seperates him from the other glams is the fact that he experiences existentialism. I know we don't see much from the other glams, what they think of their current situation (not even from Roxy in Ruin), they aren't fully aware of what they are or what they're doing (as far as we know). Their programming is focused on being entertainers and birthdays.

I'm not gonna say that the other glams aren't able to express deeper thoughts, but I think this is where I might be stretching this idea just a bit.

If you're going to make AI bots who can adapt and be flexible with their environment, there's gotta be some kind of limit of what they can say/think/do. Freddy is the prime example of not having that limitation since we see/hear him express concern about not being the only Glamrock Freddy that's walking around:

"Have I always been a Freddy? Am I Monty with a different shell? What if I am not the first Glamrock Freddy? ... Do we all feel the same? Am I special? If I am mass-produced, am I still art?" (Endo Warehouse)

This motherfucker literally commits arson:

"You sure collected a lot of toys! Perhaps we can do something to stop whatever is going on here." (Fire escape Ending)

When he goes to the basement and encounters the blob, he goes on this monologue:

"I know what this is. I have been here before. She brought me here. I found myself for the first time when I cleared the path. I did not want to, but I had no choice. Now I have a choice. I have changed. My friends are here. They are so angry, confused. But I can protect you. I am not me." (True Ending)

He ultimately goes against some of his programming to help a child in need-- even lie to a security guard-- which if he were set to do as he's told, he would've sent Gregory straight to Vanessa, even with Gregory adamantly telling him not to.

If he were programmed to be strict and not break any protocols, he'd would've gotten Gregory killed immediately.

I'm saying this because if we're being realistic (realistic in terms of how we usually program robots and things), there are barriers in what a robot/ai can really say/do that doesn't break its programming. If he's a prototype, Freddy wouldn't have those barriers to stop him from saying/doing most of the things he did in SB. I know there's another factor to him behaving kindly to Gregory and that's him being in safe mode, but even still... you would think he would follow the rules and not let Gregory do certain things and perhaps unintentionally get the boy killed.

I'm going back to the existential crisis Freddy has, because for something that's meant to be an animatronic mascot for kids, you wouldn't want him to make the children around him question the meaning of being alive and sentient. There would have to be some sort of guard against having those kind of thoughts and ideas. It makes Freddy more interesting, especially if he could've been easily replaced with a finalized version of him that did what he was suppose to.

Also, I know it's probably more widely accepted that either Vanny or Gregory hacked into Freddy, causing his collapse during the opening. With him being a prototype, maybe his systems couldn't handle that type of an advanced hack, unlike the other glams, making him unable to be properly hacked into in the beginning.

Not only that, there are some issues he has with performing, who knows, maybe he's had collapses before. We don't know.

Him being unable to enter the West Arcade:

"When I step onto the West Arcade dance floor I cannot stop myself! It is a programming bug." (West Arcade)

I'm aware him being in safe mode meant he's disconnected from the main network as well keeps him docile. While the "Afton" fight isn't technically canon, with the other upgrades on Freddy, those parts might have made him more susceptible to the virus attack. There's not much evidence pointing to the other glams not being prototypes but seeing how they each have upgrades while Freddy doesn't, that might hint that the others were mostly finalized, meaning their systems were properly functioning (aside from the virus of course).

Sorry if this was super long, but it's something I thought about and I had to put it in words. Nothing about Glamrock Freddy is normal, like he's not possessed (I use to believe in the glammike theory but I don't anymore eh...), but he's a prototype! He's gonna act all funky because he's not polished yet... and I think that's very interesting and endearing (in an odd way).

#fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #prototype glamrock freddy #ruin spoilers #text post #fnaf theory #fnaf headcanon(?)#idk its between a theory and a headcanon honestly #take what i say with the smallest pinch of salt.#honestly this feels more headcanony #anyways... worth spending an hour writing this out #lemme know what yall think #i went harder than i did any of my argumentative essays... damn.#late night thoughts teehee

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theworldoffostering · 3 days

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You guys, I feel like I’m drowning. These past three weeks have felt unmanageable to me. Like, I don’t know how to keep going.

I’m walking alongside (trying the best I know how) the older girls as one navigates this break up and the other tries to transition to college. We got DD a car, but it still needs a few repairs. She was here all afternoon today working on it with DH.

I am waiting for the updated version of Ms. 6’s IEP to hit my inbox to send it off to the school. I am also working on her housing contract. Then I think I can step back for a few weeks. Still trying to figure out what’s going on with graduation. Her mom is back to letting her go to it and maybe allow her to stay for dinner, but it’s Memorial Day weekend and I don’t want to put a deposit down for a dinner somewhere only to have her not be allowed to attend at the last minute. I also don’t want to disappoint her. I’m unsure of how to proceed, so I’m just sort of frozen.

DS takes his civics test next week. You have to pass in order to graduate high school. He has prepared and seems like he will do well. He’s also pole vaulting and doing well at that for being a novice and having very little practice time due to the crummy weather we’ve been having.

Work is a lot right now. It’s to be expected due to the time of year. I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s a lot to slog through.

DH was verbally offered a job this week as a special education teacher. He is supposed to return to school to get his teaching certification in about a week, and is waiting for a letter of intent via email from the potential employer. It’s a lot. We are trying to manage the financial aid piece and we are up against a super tight deadline right now. His interview for the job was virtual, so he’s heading to the school next week to actually tour it and meet his potential coworkers. In the spirit of living in a small town, one of the women he used to live who was in live with him (for real)—the housing situation was work related—works at the school. She has legit not spoken to myself or DH since he and I got engaged so that seems like it will be super awkward (although she is also married now and has kids).

DH is finally seeing a decent therapist and between the therapist and neuropsych eval he had done during fall, it is apparent he is super depressed. Depressed is apparently his baseline and super depressed happens quite a bit. It is helpful to have it identified, but wow, it is a lot to live with. I am really struggling as his wife because he cannot do much and is not really emotionally available 90% of the time. He’s so inwardly focused, that he cannot focus on me, the kids, relationships, stuff that needs to be done, etc. I’m drowning and he cannot take on any of the workload. It sucks.

My endocrin had me take b12 supplements the last three months and my level actually decreased. I’m starting up with b12 injections next week. My TSH is also super, super low which means I’m hyperhyroid and should be losing weight, but I’m gaining which also sucks.

My endocrin is out of network for me which means my injections will be out of network. I have ZERO out of network benefits. The whole healthcare system is atrocious. I refuse to go back to the three endocrins I saw before I connected with my current one. They were all terrible, but in network. I need a super expensive full body scan but I for sure cannot pay for that out of pocket, so I’m waiting to see if my GP will prescribe it when I see him in June.

My crown also broke this week and when the dentist looked at it, I had worn a hole clear through the middle. He said it was due to grinding/stress. I wear a mouth guard religiously at night, so it’s happening during the day. :-/ Cue more medical bills. They glued my current one back on and can’t get me in to work on repair until June. I almost cried when trying to schedule with them because I just cannot even do all of this any more. (It also hurt wicked bad last time they fixed it so I’m somewhat terrified to return.)

That’s my list of complaints/brain dump. There’s more, but I need to wrap up some grading and get dinner going. I miss a life that was easier and less complicated.

#adulting #complaining

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punsmaster69 · 4 months

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30/DEC/20XX

[It's not Sans' handwriting. It appears to be Toriel's.]

Heya.

I've tasked Tori with transcribing for me right now as actually 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 is a bit of a task in of itself at the moment.

Oh. Not to mention the shaking. That's also not helping in the slightest.

If you wanna say hello here you can, T-

Er. I was not supposed to write that part, was I?

Hello. I am Toriel. Currently helping Papyrus keep a level head while assuring Sans' recovery.

The following and previous will be narrated exactly as Sans says, not as I.

I think my eye's fine, but the pain is where the main issue arises.

Something about head pain always messes up my vision.

"Dunno" why.

(I do not know if he writes it as such, but he really does say it that way.)

Pretty irritating that I can barely walk myself to the next room without feeling like I'll collapse into a pile of bones within seconds.

Considering I'd usually be more than happy to let others do everything for me...

It's weird, isn't it?

.....

"No. I feel that this is quite different, is it not?"

"The difference between choosing to be lazy and being forced to do nothing may not seem obvious, but it is most likely about the amount of control. You cannot control what is happening to you here, even despite your best efforts."

"Of course that is irritating."

"......."

He returned but a shrug.

Not sure how much of this Paps covered, but I think the last thing I wrote on my own was about 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲, right?

Well.

Tried them.

Didn't go well.

Eye... might not work the same as it used to. Or maybe it'll work itself out. Who knows.

Gotta say.

For a body that needs me to use more magic so badly, it really hates when I use magic.

That might be my fault too, though. Probably way more out of practice than I thought (or hoped) I was.

The next step would be to try blue magic for real this time, I guess.

But not today.

Maybe not tomorrow.

"....."

"paps."

Papyrus' pacing continues.

"paps."

Still, pacing.

"Papyrus."

Startling a bit, he's turned on his heel to face us.

"YES?"

"can you do me a favor?"

Papyrus got closer. Sans pushed himself to the upright position, rising his skull from my lap. He's pointing to the open seat beside us.

"test that seat for me?"

"TEST? I- I GUESS? BUT WHY..?"

It was a trap that Papyrus would have surely recognized, were he less mentally frazzled at the moment.

Using his weight, Sans has his brother trapped to the couch seat now.

"your anxiousness is rubbing off on me."

"relax, bro."

"I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE RIGHT NOW, DO I?"

"you could choose to throw me off of you."

"...."

"NOT A CHOICE."

"Is that all for the entry?"

"yeah, unless you wanna give some closing thoughts of your own."

....

There is not much I can say that will not come across as solely pity towards him. It is quite the worrying situation.

I am glad to be of assistance today. A time too many has he pushed himself while down.

Ah.

You will likely reread this at some point, Sans, will you not?

Truly, pity is not the only feeling I hold towards you, my dear.

I care so, so much about you.

More than I think you accept, at times. There are so many words I could use to describe those feelings I hold.

At least a little bit...

I'd like to believe you know how truthful I really am being.

P.S.

Please be nicer to yourself.

Even if it is difficult.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #toriel #sans and papyrus #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans

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pokestudentjune · 1 month

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Hello all! My name is June (she/her) and I am a university student from Hoenn, majoring in pokemon biology and horticulture! I'm currently traveling in order to gain as much knowledge as possible thanks to a scholarship from my uni. I hope to maybe make it as a pokemon professor-- and if not, perhaps open up my own plant + grass type conservatory!

In all honesty I'm pretty new to this whole rotomblr stuff, and I'm not all to osure how to work it that well.. But I'd still like someplace to document my life and experiences, as well as share my knowledge about pokemon and plants! Got plenty of cute pics of my pokemon and the ones I meet as well! Please feel free to reach out with asks about myself, my pokemon, or anything in general-- I'll do my best to answer to the best of my ability :)

Here is my current travel team!

Lotus the Ivsaur

Modest, highly persistent. A water lotus variant Ivysaur with a water/grass typing, and practically my soulmate. My first officially owned pokemon, gotten from my grandmothers venusaur as a child. Lotus has grown and matured with me through the years, and is always looking out for me! Shes trained in battle and performance, but we have since retired from coordinating and she'd rather sit back and experience life as it comes.

Scout the Lopunny

Sassy, likes to fight. One of my first wild-caught pokemon, and both me and Lotus's best friend. Shes quite a fan of my more feminine interests, often asking to share my clothes and music. Shes definitely one of my more battle + performance savvy pokemon, and we're working on learning mega evolution together! She wears a light blue letterman jacket I bought for her once, she wanted to dress similarly to an idol group we saw online once!

Grim the Joltik

Jolly, very finicky. He is literally the sweetest little baby ever. He was an unexpected capture, having hopped onto my phone one day and refusing to leave. He loves to suck out the battery life from practically my devices which drives me insane, but I wouldnt trade him for the world. Despite being small for the past few years, I think he doesnt want to evolve which is fine by me! I think he enjoys riding on my head or shoulder.

Jasper the Typhlosion

Rash, quick to fight. A large, bulky, fluffy, shiny typhlosion with a scar across his muzzle. Rescued from a "backyard zoo" situation, it took a long long time to fully gain his trust, but it was worth it. Hes very standoffish but protective of me and the team. Lotus was a big help in calming him during the beginning, and now he enjoys battling to blow off some steam.

Harlequin the Banette

Quirky, impetuous and silly. Perhaps my first ever pokemon friend. We met when I was a small child and he was still a shuppet. Its a bit of a long story, but he stuck through with me during some negative times within my early years even as a wild pokemon, and would frequently visit to keep me entertained through the years. I didn't catch him for many years, but one day after being a trainer for a while, I asked him if he'd like to join my team and has stuck around since. He wears a chunky bandana on his neck thats practically the size of him.

Jade the Noivern

Adamant, alert to sounds. One of the newer additions to the group, i had caught her within a cave and she showed fighting spirit right off the bat. I took the time to train her in between my studies and she evolved into a speed demon. She absolutely LOVES flying and I myself had always wanted to ride on a flying pokemons back, so its a win-win. She looks up to Jasper, and they often spar together.

I have plenty of other pokemon back at home that I'll introduce when the time comes, but these are the ones I think are best suited to help me during my studies! Perhaps I'll switch around the team, maybe I wont. It takes a while to transfer pokemon across regions but who knows where life will take me!

// OOC

Hello hello! Just like June, I am very unfamilliar with tumblr as its been years since I last used it, but I've been religiously stalking rotomblr for years now and i figured its my time to make a blog! Heres a few things about how I'll be running this blog :3

• This will be a mix of anime and game, keeping it semi realistic as I love biology and science but still want to keep some magic from the pokemon games included!

• June is basically a self insert so no weird stuff!

•For Junes universe, fakemon, sentient pokemon, or pokemon/human hybrids or anything similar to that doesnt exist-- again, I'm keeping it a bit semi realistic. Pokemon crossbreeds are fine though!

• This is very casual!! Just for fun slice of life blog :3

• In this world, legendaries are gods and greatly affect the environment, so June may not interact with those who "own" legendaries because she greatly frowns upon messing with the natural order of things.

• Feel free to dm me or send me asks ! I'd love to get to know the community more :)

• Also i might not do many fully pieces and more colored sketches because I am very busy irl unfortunately

• Im okay with interactions from other OCs and canon characters !

If you want to see my art look at #june pics ! working on tags for informational stuff but #june talks will have some fun pokemon info + junes story so far!

• Pelliper Mail is : OPEN

• Magic Anon is : CLOSED

#pokemon #pokemon irl #roleplay #pkmn rp #rotomblr #introduction #pkmn irl #pkmn fanart #pkmn blog #pkmn oc #pokemon blog #pokémon #pokeblogging #june talks #june pics

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lighthaunting · 4 months

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Lay Wolfsbane in my Palm [Demon!DoA x GN!Reader] [Ch. 2]

[Chapter 1] [Ao3 Version]

Content Warnings: Minor blood, descriptions of panic attacks

There’s a gnawing pain throughout your skull, and the sharp words bordering on yelling in the background certainly didn’t help. The light above you feels like it’s searing through your eyelids.

“They could have a damn concussion, for all we know!”

“I could solve this easily then, yes? It would be an accident.”

“No! The higher ups would have our heads if they found out you managed to k—”

“Perhaps you should mind your tongue,” a third, monotone voice interrupts. “We have a listener, after all.”

The argument abruptly stops; their voices sounded unfamiliar. You can feel eyes burning into you, but you can’t be bothered to care over the pain. The back of your head feels sticky, no doubt with blood. Just how hard did you hit your head? You can’t recall much of what happened, just speaking to Dazai. Afterward, you messed around with that stupid ritual book—

The ritual. The fire and laughter. The ritual working—

You sit up abruptly, body screaming in protest at the harsh movement, but that wasn’t important, now. It takes a second for your vision to unblur. You wonder if you hit your head hard enough to cause serious damage, because the blurry silhouettes of horns and wings surely couldn’t be possible. As your vision clears, you open your mouth to yell, scream, anything— only to snap it back shut over the leer the dark-haired one was giving you, no doubt a warning. A chill runs along your spine.

His skin was pale, a jarring contrast to the bat-like wings tucked behind him, paired with a thin tail. A pair of ram horns elegantly curled around his head. His eyes are a brilliant shade of purple, but look dull nonetheless. He looks exhausted, or maybe just sick, with sunken in eyes and dark marks under his eyelids. He’s pretty, although it’s in a vaguely terrifying way. Out of the trio, he looks undeniably the most intimidating, maybe not physically, but it felt like he was looking through you.

The other man—demon, stood next to him, is the strangest of the group. His horns stick upright, slightly curving inwards. He’s wearing an eye patch that was largely hidden by his long, white hair, and the other pale eye of his had a scar running up the side of his face. He had no wings, unlike the other two, but you can still see a spade-shaped tail swaying behind him enthusiastically. He’s staring curiously at you, as though he couldn’t decide on something.

The last one is, quite literally, ethereal looking. He has a pair of pale, feathered wings folded close to his body. He looked angelic, although the pair of horns that also stuck out from his head spoke otherwise, which were noticeably shorter than the horns of the other two. He has a tail, as well, though his seemed to have some sort of plume at the end instead of anything sharp. His eyes are a calm, stormy gray, despite his brows pinched together in stress. His hair is choppy, long enough to reach his hip, and two-toned; one half white, the other a muted purple.

They’re all a bit pretty in a peculiar way, which you shouldn’t note given your current situation, but the thought invites itself into your mind nonetheless.

“Ah! So our dearest summoner finally awakens!” The one with the braid exclaims with a light accent, taking a step forwards to bow performatively. “Nikolai Gogol, at your service!”

“Knock it off with the theatrics, would you?” The one with two-toned hair scoffs. His gaze turns to you, brows furrowing into a worried look. “Hey—uh—are you alright? You hit your head on the counter pretty hard …”

It takes a moment for you to find your voice again. “Am I in hell or something …?”

He gawks at you openly, shooting a brief look at Nikolai, who looked like he wanted to laugh. “Well—no.”

“I concussed myself hard enough to begin hallucinating, then,” you wince, tentatively touching a hand to the back of your head. Red stains your fingertips as you pull your hand back, but frankly you’re too baffled by the rest of the situation to care.

“You’re not hallucinating, this is real—I’m Sigma. It’s probably best we get you to a hospital, somehow, or clean the wound at the very least.”

“No need, we can take care of it here,” the dark-haired one finally spoke up. Like Nikolai, he had a similar accent, though much thicker. He moves towards you, but seeing you flinch back, he pauses where he stands, although he looks disdained.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere with you until I figure out what’s going on.”

“Yet, you already know exactly what’s going on. Do you not?”

“Don’t patronize me,” you spat.

“You, the summoner, completed the ritual, and it worked. Next, we will form a pact—”

“I thought it was for one demon, not three!”

He looks irritated at the interruption. “You gave three offerings, not one, as you were supposed to. As a result of your idiocy, you’ve invited three of us into your home.” Nikolai is standing behind him, looking impatient and resorting to looking around the apartment curiously, while Sigma looks tense, wings curled around himself as his gaze flicks between the two of you.

“Whatever, fine. I didn’t think this stupid circle would actually summon anything, I didn’t want to form a pact so we can just call it off. Can you just—get out of my house already?”

Nikolai interrupts, giving you a fanged grin. “That’s the thing, summoner! We can’t just ‘call it off’, it’s already started!”

You don’t bother responding, just glaring at the demon and gesturing for him to elaborate. The warning from the book that had been missing text suddenly made more sense, now. You should be more afraid, right now. Maybe you were still a bit disoriented by the head injury, but you were more annoyed than anything. Surely, this couldn’t get any worse.

“When you start the ritual, you give your object. Something important to you,” he moves to the pile in the ritual, plucking the bracelet out. It is remarkably unharmed, if not covered in a bit of soot, despite the three offerings you set out having caught aflame (you’ll mourn the loss of your textbook later, for now, it is the least of your concerns). “Through this object, a bond forms that tethers us to your soul! You do have one still, by the way!”

“For now,” the dark-haired one, still yet to introduce himself, chimes in with a cold smile. “That tether will remain either until you complete the pact—” his pupils narrow in a serpentine manner, “or you die before you can complete it.”

You shudder, moving backwards from where you sit on the floor. “So, what, then? I form a deal with you all, and I have to exchange my soul in turn?”

Sigma grimaces. “We are … unsure on whether or not you can form a pact with all three of us or not. Deals traditionally involve the exchange of the soul for a favor, yes.”

You shakily reach a hand out to Nikolai and he gets the memo, dropping the bracelet into your palm with a cheshire grin. You tie it snugly back around your wrist, spinning it around with tremoring hands. “Unsure? I can’t be the only one who screwed this up, how can you be unsure?”

“About that …” Sigma trails off, passing an unsure look to the other two.

“The only people who’ve ever formed pacts with multiple demons ended up dying before the pacts could finish!” Nikolai finishes, still smiling down at you.

You suck in a deep breath, blood pounding in your ears as the room goes silent. Sigma’s look is similar to pity, but the other two don’t seem to care. Getting up on shaky legs, knees knocking together, you take the old book, silently excusing yourself and ignoring the pain blossoming in your head and vision wavering. You feel their eyes on you, it crawls along your spine.

The bathroom door clicks as you lock it. Ignoring the hushed words from the other side of the door, you flip through the book desperately, once, then again, and a third time, to no avail. There’s no mention of summoning multiple demons, or of ending a pact when it's been started. You’re sure, now, that that’s what the book warned you of, yet you ignored it anyways. The dark-haired demon had been right, your own idiocy had landed you in this predicament. You scream in frustration, hurling the book through the bathroom mirror, struggling to calm your breathing as you sink down to the floor, nails gripping into your sleeves. The floor tiles are different than you remember. You count them nonetheless. The quiet murmurs stop, your shuddering breaths don’t.

You’re unsure how much time passes until there’s a gentle knock on the door. It opens with another click and a gentle creek. You don’t remember unlocking it, or standing, for that matter. You’d count the floor tiles again if there wasn’t an apparent equivalent to the grim reaper in front of you.

Sigma looks concerned. If he notices your faint look, he doesn’t comment on it. “I apologize for interrupting—we should probably clean that wound, though, you hit the counter pretty hard.”

“I’ll do it myself,” you grab a first aid kit from the cabinet, shutting it louder than you should have, and brush past him, stepping over the glass scattered all over your bathroom floor. You can hear his heels click against the floor as he trails behind you.

While you’re scrubbing the dried blood from your scalp, head dipped into the sink and probably looking awfully stupid in front of your unwanted guests, the dark-haired demon invites himself to further discussion. “You have yet to say what you’d like from this pact. Surely you have something in mind.” It was blatant that, of the trio, he was the least keen on sticking around.

“I don’t even know your name, jackass,” you say with a grimace as you rinse a particularly tender part of the injury. At the very least, the sting of pain keeps you grounded.

“Fyodor Dostoevsky,” he answers, reluctantly. His tone wavers like his patience is wearing thin, and you wonder if he’ll reach into the sink to throttle you with the way you’re speaking to him.

You realize, then, that Sigma had never given you a last name, but can’t care enough to pry. Blindly grabbing for a towel (someone eventually hands you one, you don’t know who, but you thank them instinctively, anyway), you dry off and finally introduce yourself unenthusiastically. The bloodied towel feels ice-cold in your fingers.

“There’s nothing I want. Nothing worth dying, at least.” The towel is carelessly discarded on the counter.

“Every human has some selfish desire, we just have to exploit it,” Fyodor sneers. “Every demon has some sort of specialty, that’s what the projections in the circle are for.” He reaches a hand out towards you, trying to beckon you closer. “I can offer power, sometimes intelligence, if the situation calls for it.”

You take a step away from him, shaking your head adamantly. You swear you see his eye twitch at the refusal.

“I offer revenge!” Nikolai invites himself over, leaning close to you and throwing all sense of personal space out the window. “Whether it’s fair or not. I can offer more than that, obviously, but that’s the main thing people want from me. If you want someone to ‘disappear’, I’m your devil.”

“I think I’m good,” you cringe.

“I’m sure you’ll change your mind,” his cheshire grin widens, and you’re not entirely sure what he’s trying to imply.

“My specialty is with greed,” Sigma states after briefly scoffing at Nikolai. “I can bring riches, if that’s what you want.”

You briefly consider Sigma’s offer, thinking about your student loans. You bite back the impulse. “I’m not making a pact with any of you.”

You think Fyodor’s going to smite you on the spot with the icy glare he’s giving you, and even Sigma had a thinly veiled look of annoyance on his face.

Nikolai doesn’t seem to care much, rather stepping too close for comfort to sling an arm around your shoulder despite your protests. “Guess you’re going to be stuck with us haunting you until you finally choose your fate, then!”

Sigma sighs, tapping a heel against the floor impatiently. “I suppose we will be staying with you until one of us forms a deal with you, then.”

“Absolutely not! You can stay somewhere else.”

“We can’t,” Sigma frowns. “Because of our tether to your soul from the summoning, it’s not safe for either parties to be separated for extended periods of time.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was.”

“I can’t afford to house three of you, let alone one! I’m already struggling to keep up with renting alone.”

Fyodor and Nikolai both immediately turn their gaze to Sigma. He looks at them, exasperated, and sighs. “I can deal with that. I’ve got the money.” He slips something from his coat, dropping it onto the counter.

You gawk openly. “Is that fucking gold? Did you just pay rent in gold?”

“It’s not like we use human currency in hell.”

“You– No, you know what? Fuck the tether, get out of my apartment,” you snap, picking up the gold and shoving it back in his direction. “I seriously don’t have time for this right now, I don’t need your gold, I don’t need a deal, just get out!”

“I’d advise against it, dearest summoner,” Fyodor quotes almost mockingly. “If we’re away too long, you’ll risk the tether breaking—” he leans closer, eyes holding that same hollowed out gaze as he glowered at you. “Have you ever wondered what the sensation would be like? To have your soul ripped from your body? I can promise you it’s much more agonizing than I can put into words.”

The room feels colder than it’d been before. You gather your courage. “I don’t trust you in my home.”

Nikolai sneers, tilting his head and snapping out of his faux cheerful persona. “You’d send three demons loose into the world, then? There’s no telling what a devil can do out there.” The threat that rolled off his tongue so smoothly didn’t go unnoticed.

You take a step back, finally relenting and breaking your eye contact with the demon. The corners of his mouth twitch upwards like he’s pleased with the gesture.

“Fine. I’m still not making a deal, though. I’ll find another way to break this off.”

“How full of hope you are,” Fyodor spat. “I would’ve loved to have wrapped this up quickly.”

“Ah, no need to be so negative, Dostoy! Now we have an entire world to explore in the mean time.”

Sigma rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. “At least one of us is thrilled.”

“Not quite, but someone doesn’t want me to take care of it my way.” Nikolai’s smile widens as he turns his sight to you again. “Now, if you’d be so kind to introduce yourself as our contractor.”

The look in his eye makes your hair stand on end, and its apparent just how terribly you’ve screwed up today as he reaches a gloved hand out with a fanged grin. It widens once you spit your name out and he parrots it.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see what this brings.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #sigma bsd #bsd x reader #fyodor bsd #nikolai bsd #decay of angels #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #sigma x reader #x reader #reader insert

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melloween-candie · 10 months

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Hold still [C.G]

Bully Carl Gallagher x Bullied Reader

Summary

You've known Carl for a very long time, and for a very long time, he has been picking on you. It started off small but gradually escalated to a much more painful issue. Your friends think he likes you. You think it's the other way around. But Carl, his thinking is different.

A/n - I realized that I have been using the same point of view throughout almost all of my writing, and I figured it was boring to constantly read like that, so I'm changing it up! Anyways the point of view I've been using is secondary. Figured if anyone cared- I am now going to try writing in first person.

Also, I figured I might as well finish this since it's been sitting in my drafts since day one. It's small and simple, I kinda wished I did more to it, but who knows- maybe I'll make a part two for it someday or just recreate it entirely.

Some parts in this fanfiction aren't canon. Meaning it wasn't from the show!!!

Warning: Self-harm, bulling

Word count: 1,443

[Angst/fluff]

Part 1, Part 2

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Y/n's Pov***

I was cleaning up the bloody mess I made on my wrist. This was the third time this week that I did this to myself. I couldn't help it, though. I've been feeling depressed lately, at least more than usual.

It's not anything in particular. However, my mother would say otherwise. She thinks it's all cause of that "no good Carl." In her own words too. Though she wasn't wrong.

I've known Carl for years, and he hated me ever since we met. I don't know why he hates me; he just does.

I never did anything to him in particular, or at least I don't think so.

"Y/n! You better hurry; otherwise, you'll be late again!"

That was my mother. I should probably go...

"Coming!"

Time skip!~

It was currently breakfast time here at my school. I normally hate breakfast time, along with lunch and free time too... My friends say I'm weird for that, but truth be told, I hate it because of him...

"Yo! Carl!" A random guy yelled. "What's happening?" He says as they get all friendly.

I bit my lips and held my books tighter. All-cause Carl Gallagher just entered the room.

Carl Gallagher... He's umm... something? Most people would call him a bully, especially if they saw the way he treated me, but honestly, I just think he uses me as an excuse to not look weak. After all, back then, during elementary school, he had this reputation of which he'd beat up kids just for looking funny.

Honestly, I envied him about that. Not caring about what anyone else thinks and just doing what feels right to you. I want to live like that.

The bell rings, signaling everyone to head to class.

Oh great. I hate this part. Reason is because I'll have to walk past him and if you were listening, he's not so friendly with me...

"W/n! There you are!" Carl gave you a big smile. "I was looking for you!"

"Ah... it's Y/n..." You said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. "Never changed the name." You laughed awkwardly, trying to break that uncomfortable feeling.

"Rrright. Anyways! Where's my homework?" Carl didn't sound so friendly no more.

"Right here." You handed him your notebook. "If you could, I'll need tha- and he's gone." You sighed in defeat as you walked towards your first-period class.

I know that was pathetic, and you probably dealt with worst, but that was him being nice. Believe it or not, I got lucky. He was in a good mood this morning soo...

You entered your class and sat down.

Anyways, Carl used to like me. Or at least that's what my friends would always say back when we were still in middle school.

Nowadays, they don't really care about my situation with him anymore. It's old news to them. Which I don't blame them even if they did care; they couldn't change anything about it.

"Y/n? Y/N!"

"Uh?!" You snapped out of your thoughts. "Oh, hey, bff/n. What's up?"

"What's up?! What's up with you? I've been snapping my finger's in front of you for the last minute. What were you thinking about?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

This is bff/n. S/H/T are amazing. In fact, S/H/T is the only one that still cares about well the Carl situation.

"Did Carl do something again?" S/H/T said?

"No. Not exactly..."

"Where's your notebook?" S/H/T asked.

"Uhmm-"

"I KNEW IT! HE TOOK IT AGAIN, DIDN'T HE!"

"Keep it down!"

"Y/n! How can you be okay with this!"

"It's okay, really-!"

"He's tormenting you!" S/H/T interrupted. "Eventually, it'll turn into something way worst!"

"He's been 'tormenting' me for years, and it's never gotten too bad-"

"TOO BAD?!" S/H/T yelled. "He gave you your first panic attack! He embarrassed you countless of times..."

And there S/H/T goes. This is going to take a while.

You rested your head on the palm of your hand as the teacher walked through the door. Closing it, signaling that class is about to begin.

Time skip!~

"Look, Y/n. I'm just worried about you. Every year Carl does this to you, and only you; for some reason, doesn't that make you feel somewhat uncomfortable?"

"I mean... Eh?" You shrugged your shoulders. As your best friend groans in irritation.

"Look, Y/n. There's a 50% chance he likes you, and the other 50%, well, who knows but try to fight back or at least say something!"

"Ughh, bff/n. You know that will only make him mad," I said as I grabbed my math book for my next class. "And besides, as long as I don't irritate him, I'll be fine."

"Yeah, well, still..."

Time Skip~

Math class was as irritating as usual. Carl being Carl, kept throwing paper balls at me. Him and his group of friends kept snickering to themselves, making it a little hard to concentrate... Why did the teacher assign me to sit next to these people... ugh.

Anyways that's not the worst part. The worst part was when we got our homework papers back. Normally I would get really good grades in math, but today I got a B+. I rolled my eyes in aggravation. I have to bump this grade back up.

However, I thought it was only my grade that dropped... When I got into the hallway, Carl grabbed me unexpectedly.

"What the h*ll is this?!" He held his homework paper to my face as his other arm held onto my shoulder, pushing me against the lockers. The people just walked on past, pretending they didn't see anything.

"Uhhh..."

"Uh- UH?! Don't act stupid!" He yelled tauntingly. "You're supposed to be the smartest person in our grade! So why do I have a B on this paper?!"

"Look I'm sorry but It was just hard for me to focus during that lesson-"

"THE HEL* DO YOU MEAN HARD?!"

"Well- Well, maybe if you'd stop throwing paper balls at me, I could have focused better!"

Uh oh. That was the moment I knew I had screwed up... Carl's face turned bright red with anger as he dragged me towards the janitor's closet.

It was dark and dusty in there; it was like barely anyone ever cleans in there.

"Listen you! I told you before I gave you my homework- give me an A, or I'll kick your as*!"

I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but I said something I thought I never would-

"Why?! Why do you even care? I mean, you've never cared about anyone or anything before, so why do you care so much about your grade?!"

"Are you stupid or something? I don't, but football does. If I don't keep a good grade average, I'll get kicked off, and if I get kicked off, I'll kick you off this EARTH!" His hold on me grew tighter. I couldn't help but back up; because of this, he pushed forward.

"Ow!" I squealed. I could feel the blood starting to droop down my arm. I didn't realize this, but there were a lot of sharp objects in here... or at least it felt like it. With that, Carl grabbed the dangling on switch, turning on the lights.

He didn't notice at first, but eventually, he saw the blood. He looked at it and then looked back at me. He still had that irritated look on his face as he continued to hold onto his homework.

"Tch." He quickly grabbed my arm and pushed back the sleeves. I couldn't even react. "What the he*l?" His tone became quieter, but if his face could speak, it'd say something like, "Seriously? Cutting yourself? You're so weak."

Then without even saying anything, he started looking for something, not letting go of my wrist while doing so.

"Wha- What are you doing?" I said as he yanked my arm. He then clearly found what he was looking for, but the closet was a little too small, so I couldn't really see what he was starting at. He grabbed it, and I heard this taring sound. To my surprise, he was holding a piece of tissue, cleaning up my wound.

"You need to be more careful." He grumbled.

Huh?!?! I was so confused by this. He must have assumed that those cuts and scares were all accidental...? But what's weirder about this is why- why does he care?!

Maybe my friends were right... at least in a way. I blushed at the thought. Maybe he did like me, at least a little...

A/n

I wanted to give the reader the feeling as if Y/n is actually talking to you, as if you are the voice in, well, your own head. Or if you want you can think of it as you talking to an invisible friend in your head. Which ever works for you.~

#shameless #Carl Gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #fanfiction #bully x bullied reader #bully #bullied #violence #high school au #depression #torment #reader insert #fanfic

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mycraftingjourney · 6 months

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Introduction post

I wanted to give a bit of an introduction to why I'm here, what I'm doing and so on.

tl;dr: I like clothes and I'm into sustainability, so I started (visible) mending a few month or so ago. I also crochet, although not as much as I'd like to, and I dabble a bit in embroidery. My goal is to kind of document my journey with these crafts and maybe inspire people to give some of these a try.

I'd also love to talk about all things (visible) mending, crochet, embroidery and fiber arts in general and share the knowledge I have / point people who want to start to some resources that helped me.

I've been into fashion/clothes and styling them on and off for a big part of my life. A few years ago, I also got into sustainability, learning about how buying new fast fashion damages our planet and exploits other human beings, and what may be good alternatives.

This path, inevatibly, lead down to getting curious about mending. I learned basic sewing skills when I was a child, but I never altered any clothes and apart from a few tiny things never mended anything.

However, this year, I wanted to change that. I've heard about visible mending before and I really liked it. I had a pair of jeans when I was a teenager that was patched (by someone else) that was my favourite pair. Unfortunately, I managed to ruin it beyond repair and also grew out of it, but this stuck with me. I always liked to express myself creatively, and in recent years, what I wear has become a big part of that. The idea that by visibly mending my clothes I express my passion for sustainability feels really good (and punk!) to me. The idea of altering clothes that I don't currently love but could love if something about them was changed is also a nice one.

I only darned my first sock a few months ago. My goal with this blog is to share this first darn as well as the progress I make, because I want to encourage other people. You don't have to make perfect mends to be sustainable. On the contrary, mend imperfectly, mend messy, but DO MEND. Even if you'll have to redo it at one point, when you have more skill, even if you don't end up redoing it and instead use that piece of clothing for something else, you still gave it another wear, or two, or three (or fifty) - and that's what this is all about.

I tend to be an extreme perfectionist and it's hard for me to deal with a situation where I'm not perfect at a first try. Surprise surprise, I am not when it comes to mending, or embroidery, or crochet, or anything at all really. But I'm trying to let that go and concentrate on what I achieve rather than what I did "wrong" or imperfectly. I want to share my messy bits and the things I'm proud of, and I want to update how the mends I did held up. As i mentioned above, I hope that maybe I'll inspire some people to pick up a needle as well. Even if you "only" fix that button or a ripped up seam. Every mend counts!

When I get into altering or even making clothes, I will share those projects too, but that will have to wait a bit since I don't currently have any space to put up my sewing machine and I do simply not have the energy nor patience to hand sew bigger things.

Apart from mending I also crochet. Talking more about that feels like a bit of an overkill here, I'll make a new post for that.

Recently I also started to embroider, with the idea of using embroidery in my (visible) mending and to embellish clothes. Here again I decided on a project where I just start and don't try to be perfect from the beginning on, I'll share more about that as well as my crochet project(s) soon.

I think this should be enough for the moment with the introduction. One thing about me, as you probably got by now, is that I'm really bad at being brief with my writing. I have no idea how often I will manage to make posts on here due to work and life, but I will try to do them quiet regularly, as well as sharing things I see that might be helpful / interesting / that inspire me. I also think I'll probably only write more for bigger projects but also just share stuff I'm working on / finished recently.

Maybe I'll also share other DIYs that are not really crafts/fiber arts related but I think are cool.

This isn't my main blog (thats @merryfromthestars), so if I follow I follow from there.

I'm also always open to questions, discussions etc. so just send me an ask or dm if you want! Just, I might take a moment to answer them, because life and work :) I'm excited to see where this journey takes me, and I hope some people will come along and maybe get inspired.

#sewing #diy #crochet #fiber art #fiber arts #long post #embroidery #sustainability #sustainable fashion #crochetblr #mending #visible mending #personal #solarpunk

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onebizarrekai · 11 days

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Hello, feel free to ignore this message as it may be a waste of your time but if you do spend the time to read it then thank you very much.

I would normally send this type of thing in DMs but I prefer letting myself stay hidden, plus, it could annoy you even more than if I posted that here so yeah.

I just really wanted to thank you for creating Dreamswap, I know that it’s pretty inactive lately and that you don’t really post on it anymore but thank you for creating such likeable characters.

Things haven’t been great on my side lately but even on my darkest days, just talking or thinking about Dreamswap scenarios managed to bring a smile on my face and actually let me feel relaxed when things went to shit so thank you.

Your creations were able to pull me out of a dark, dark hole and even if it was temporary each time, it still felt very relieving so for that, thank you very much.

You don’t know me and I don’t know you either but you helped me a lot through shitty times without being aware of it.

So again, thank you, for everything.

hey there. this ask got sent to me in yonder 2022; I just wanted to thank the person that sent it. I go back through my inbox to find asks like these and reread them, but I feel a bit bad that I didn't answer directly back then. what was going on in my head back then, it was kind of a mess, maybe I was sort of intimidating back when I was in a crummier situation than I am now. I really appreciate the kind words. they inspire me to try and keep having fun, and they make me feel a little better in the current mess of internet culture and what feels like people just consuming stuff and forgetting about it a couple minutes later. so, thanks. it's really kind!

#asks

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mohs-aphmau-hcs · 9 months

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Stereotypical Emergency Gofundme Title

Hey guys, I hate doing this, especially after being inactive for so long but this is my most popular blog and I need help.

I'm 19, living paycheck to paycheck with some pets and my SDIT, I'm severely mentally disabled and trans, living in the US, and I'm currently in a housing emergency that could leave me homeless in the likely worst-case scenario

Im an incapacitated mentally disabled trans adult living in the USA with my cats and dogs, one of which is an SDIT, I am unable to do basic things alone like grocery shopping or doctor's appointments, I can barely keep myself and my animals going.

the people taking care of me had to drop everything and leave because a dangerous family member wouldn't stop harassing them. They're currently trying to help me find a cheap place, and then get me a DLS worker/Daily carer, but its a hard long process

In the process of getting out safely, they kind of left me here in a hazardous situation because their emergency place didn't have enough room for me. So, now I'm being harassed by this family member, and I have nowhere to live and no one to help me.

This family member is threatening to come in and gut the house before I'm gone so our dad can move in. An offer we did make to my dad, but this person is under the impression it was going to happen overnight. And is threatening to do so in 2 weeks whether I like it or not, on top of threatening to get rid of my animals. This person is for one dangerous and violent, and going against him could hurt me. At this point, him and this situation are a threat to my life and he has been directly threatening my life more than once. A fight between me and this person would also put more strain than there already is on my dad and mine relationship. I want to move out by next month to avoid this situation.

I need to find a house or lenient apartment for rent, that accepts animals and isn't discriminatory against low income, disability, government support, and LGBT+, but I can barely afford rent here let alone a down payment on top of rent and a moving truck by next month. On top of finding a place that accepts Section 8 or low income, and then even having to wait to see if I can get a Section 8 voucher, and feeling unsafe in my current home, it's been hard. This is my first time doing any of this.

If I could make maybe 1k USD or more that'd help so much with getting at least a basic place to stay in when I find one

No one is obligated to help, but every little bit helps at the moment, I wouldn't be making this post if I wasn't desperate. I don't need food, or necessities except maybe cat food, I have enough for right now I just need a roof over my head

If you're able to, anything helps, thank you for reading my little sob story, here's a link to my gofundme page to help me get a house. Thank you all again just for reading even if you don't donate anything, <3

Fundraiser by Sam Tamayo : Help me raise money for a home for me and dog (gofundme.com)

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rhaenin-time · 4 months

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People hating Rhaenyra because, "If I had to pay back my student loans so do you."

Rhaenys: If I had to pay back my student loans 👑 so do you.

Rhaenyra: Nah. My dad's got me.

Rhaenys: No he doesn't.

Rhaenyra: Yes he does. It's his sole redeeming quality that was born out of guilt and nurtured by a growing distrust in the Hightowers.

Rhaenys: Okay. Student loans shouldn't be a thing in the first place. It's just that my Dad died before he could pay back mine so I'm a little bitter but I'm not gonna press. I will still side-eye you from time to time though.

Rhaenyra: Fine.

Rhaenyra: Pays back student loans for a different but related metaphor 👼👼👼

Alicent: How dare you find a way of paying back your student loans that that worked well for you! Is that even legal?

Rhaenyra: Well, I found myself in a bit of an impossible situation, but it's also an unjust one. So I decided to do the best I could without making myself, and everyone around me, miserable.

Alicent: It's supposed to make you miserable!

Rhaenyra: What, no it's not. I mean maybe it is? It's kind of an unjust system, I suppose.

Alicent: How dare you. That is a personal attack. I am very happy with my current repayment plan. 💩👼💩❔

Rhaenyra: Anyways, I have an understanding with everyone involved. Father and Corlys now realize they fucked up by trying to force me to pay them back with a partner that cannot help, and annulling so I can pay them back the 'proper' way would bring scandal to the Realm and scorn to House Velaryon. As long as no one goes out of their way to alert the IRS, which would result in a grossly unjust outcome, it's fine.

Alicent: I will make it my life's mission to alert the IRS.

Viserys: No you will not.

Rhaenyra: Thank-you, Father.

Alicent: This is a personal attack against me.

Rhaenyra: You stabbed me and told your children to call the IRS.

Alicent: You should have to pay them back all over again! The proper way this time!

Rhaenyra: Okay I will.

Laenor: 😉

Daemon: 😉 👼👼

Alicent: No, not like that.

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd critical #hotd alicent #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd sexism #queen rhaenyra #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys the queen who never was #team rhaenyra #pro team black #anti team green #Reminder that it's wild that the show has made 'team green' a real thing for anyone other than edgelords and overt misogynists

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teyvathandymenclub · 11 months

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First Meet - Kamisato Ayato (P.1)

Story: Unexpected change of plans leads you into even more unexpected situation.

Characters: Kamisato Ayato

TW: N/A

“I'm so nervous.” You sight as you finish up your make-up.

“Do not be. They won't even notice that you are here.”

“Well, that´s nice to know.” You gaze at your friend.

You were supposed to spend this night curled up under a blanket eating and watching whatever you fancied. But, your friend called for help and you couldn't say no. So now you're on some fancy gala night/ball in a dress that is too tight, because the girl they were meant for fell sick.

“How am I supposed to carry these heavy plates when I am not even able to properly breathe?”

“”Well, you know that you could say no.” Your friend winks at you.

“You are right. Sorry. Let's do this.”

As the sun disappeared behind the mountains, staff lit up what looked like hundreds of lanterns around the endless gardens of the local diplomat´s private property. All the guests started to fill every corner of the garden and gather in numerous groups. This magical image of the warm evening filled with soft candlelight and fresh ocean breeze made you appreciate this unexpected opportunity.

The whole night went unexpectedly smooth and you and a few other girls were walking around the last guests to make sure that they had everything they needed.

Even though the night was a blast, you were impatiently waiting for them to leave, because your feet were screaming at you to finally get out from the killer heels you were wearing for hours now.

There is a bench! Your mind alerts you. You look around if no one is watching. Five minutes, that's all you need. As you reach the bench in the furthest corner of the garden you can almost hear your feet sight out of relief. You quickly unstrap the heels and stretch your fingers.

“Oh my god, that's so good.”

“What is? May I know, too?”

Hearing a strange man's voice out of nowhere makes you jump. When you finally spot the dark silhouette in front of you, you start to retreat, but you tremble and fall over the bench right in the flower bed.

“Oh my! Carefully!”

A stranger runs to you and reaches his hand to you.

“No! Please, do not touch me.” You quickly crawl in the opposite direction.

“Miss, I am sorry that I scared you, but there is no need to act like this.”

You stop and turn to him.

“Dear Mr. Whoever, you scared me and now you expect that and I let you near me? I need to protect myself!”

“Of course, I understand. May I introduce myself?”

“Go ahead.“

“I am Kamisato Ayato and you are currently laying on my favorite flowers.”

“The Yashiro Commissioner?! I didn't know that you live here.” You jump on your tired feet. “I didn't even know how you look. Please, do not punish me for my behavior. And for your damaged flowers. I promise that you will never see me again.”

“That would be unfortunate.” Ayato smiles.

“What? Um. I mean… Pardon?”

“You are something else and it's quite refreshing.” He laughs. “I do not recall meeting a woman so full of fire and chaos. Ever. Every lady that I met is so behaved, sophisticated, and mannered, and you…”

“Thank you, I guess?”

“Yes, you can take it as a compliment.” He chuckles. “Please, sit down and let me help you.”

Ayato picks up your shoes and gets on his knee. As he takes your foot, you try to free yourself from him, but he holds you firmly.

“I just want to help you. Will you let me?”

“Yes.” You whisper and loosen yourself a little bit.

Ayato slowly straps your heels and when he is done, he looks up at you and smiles.

“I should go now, they will be looking for me.”

“I am sure that they would not. I have already said my farewells to everyone. And besides that, now you are busy making me a company.”

“Thank you. For this weird, but special evening. Your gardens are really beautiful at night.”

“It's really beautiful all the time, but I have to admit that nothing beats the night atmosphere of our home.” He smiles. “Maybe…” Ayato frowns.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe only the sight of morning rays filling every little corner of the estate. Would you like to see it?”

“I… Oh. I don't think I should.” You blush.

“I didn't mean it like that, but I would be lying if I say that I don't like the idea.“

“I should go.”

“Of course. Here, take this.” Ayato offers you his coat.

“You have to.”

“No, I can´t, but thank you.” He points at your dress.

“Why didn't you tell me sooner?!” You freak out. Your whole back is ripped open and your underwear is on display for everyone. You grab his coat and wrap yourself. “I can't go home like this.”

“Come with me. I will help you.”

You follow Ayato right into his house. As you enter, he offers you his hand and you accept it. He leads you into a spacious room and leaves. “I will be right back.”

After a moment he comes back with a long silk dress and hands them to you.

“Why do you have women's dresses here?”

“Well, I guess you do not know that I have a sister either.” Ayato smiles. “I will wait outside.”

“That makes sense.” You frown and quickly undress. At least you tried before the ripped zipper got stuck in your bra and hair, too. “Oh, god.” You try to free yourself somehow but without luck.

“Is everything ok?” Ayato asks and enters the room with a hand over his eyes. “It's been almost half an hour. If you don't like the dress I picked, I can bring something else.”

“No. I just… I am such a mess. It's been a long day, and now this. I am stuck and I think that I won't make it without your help. Would you mind?”

“No, just let me…” He puts down his hand and realizes that you are almost naked. You can feel how he is absorbing every inch of your bare skin.

“Please?” You interrupt him.

He quickly comes to you and after a moment he gets you out of the contraption that used to be a dress. Ayato also helps you to get into the new dress.

“Just in case.” He chuckles.

You feel every little touch of his big hands and almost ask for more. As he zips you up, you realize, that he smells like the ocean. Fresh cold water with hints of some kind of spices. When he is done with the dress, he takes your hair and to your surprise, he starts brushing it. As he puts them up and pins them with some kind of brooch, he places a kiss on the back of your neck. You cannot help but gasp for air as shivers cover your whole body.

“All done. He steps away to look at you. You look stunning.” He smiles.

“Mr. Ayato?” A strange voice interrupts you. “Did you need me?”

“Yes. This lady needs company on her way home. Will you take her home safely?”

“Of course.” The young man smiles at you and offers you his arm. You take it, and just like that, you are leaving. Without even saying goodbye. One last time you turn around and realize that Ayato is still there watching you leave.

#genshin impact #genshin #impact #fanfic #fanfiction #kamisato ayato #kamisato #ayato #genshin impact x reader #kamisato x reader #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader

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incorrectnevermoor · 1 year

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Hey there! I've seen some really negative comments on Jupiter as a parent figure, and I thought I'd get your feedback. Someone said he's doing poorly because he doesn't have enough time for Morrigan and he should realize this and find her a proper adoptive family. Their thoughts are that he is repeatedly hurting her by keeping her in her current situation and trying so hard to get her into a school that doesn't treat her right.

I don't know, I have a hard time seeing him that negatively. I think he is doing his best in the best way he knows how, and nobody is so perfect that they don't learn things by trial and error. I think Mog would be sad if she had to go live with somebody else. Maybe Jupiter isn't always around, but the rest of the Deucalion family is there for her, so she does have a good family. Idk, I just can't bring myself to think that terribly about Jupiter.

Thoughts?

First thing’s first: I know I have a couple asks I haven’t answered in my inbox right now but this one had to take precedence because I am a Jupiter defender first and a person second, really these are extenuating circumstances.

SECONDLY: my friend. My buddy. Mate. I agree with you wholeheartedly, you are 100% right.

From the first time we meet him in nevermoor to the last time we’ve seen him in hollowpox, the man has been doing his damnest to help Mog in any way he can. Does he keep secrets? Yes, but as I see it, that’s just another way he’s trying to protect her, some information isn’t exactly good for one’s self esteem or comfortable for people (especially children) to know. Is it the best choice? Probably not, considering Mog’s a very curious child, but Jupiter isn’t a dad, from what we know his whole experience having kids under his wing has been Jack for who knows how long and idk if anyone noticed but he is, in fact, very different from Morrigan, so Jupiter is kind of going in blind here!

The fact is, actually, that he’s defended Morrigan more times than we probably know of, and he’ll keep doing so because he loves her to bits. Has he been busy? Yes, he’s a helping soul with a lot of titles and a knack that’s probably very useful in knowing who’s lying and who might know something. Did he force Mog into wunsoc? Not really, if anyone here remembers, Mog was actually really excited to join, albeit also very anxious because trauma. The school doesn’t treat her right? This is something even miss Cheery couldn’t fix, and she was in charge of Morrigan’s education from the beginning! Matter of fact, as soon as he found out how Mog was being treated, he went out of his way to show her not all wundersmiths are bad, that Onstald was biased, AND he made the headmistress change her schedule! I bet you he raised hell for that last one, don’t you think?

I will keep typing because I am properly incensed right now, does anyone think that Morrigan would realistically prefer to live with someone else at the moment? Truly? Or would she feel like she was being pawned off because she did something wrong again and feel abandoned, AGAIN? She’s finally got people who care for her, who defend her, who she sees as family, and that’s because of Jupiter.

Being a parent is, in part, knowing when to push your kid towards what’s best for them and when to let them choose to give up, that’s what Jupiter Amantius North did with the Trials and anyone who says differently can meet me at the Denny’s parking lot so we can fight about it.

#i am not afraid to fight a minor #especially for my MAN #i wrote this in a fit of incandescent rage #I genuinely believe that I was possessed for a moment there #nevermoor #wundersmith #hollowpox #morrigan crow #jupiter north #not a quote

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