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karls-writing-space · 3 years ago

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Hello, Isee your new blog! Very nice! I got a request actually jajaja- Sarvente/Ruv(seperate and/or poly if you're good with it) from the Mid-Fight Masses Mod in fnf x reader scenarios who has wings and gets embarrassed/blushy easily and they hide themselves in their wings?

Hello Hello!!

Please I adore Sarv and Ruv!! [I had a lot of fun writing this-]

I can definitely write separate and poly for this!! Thanks for your request!

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Sarvente and Ruv [Seperate + Polyam] With A Winged S/O Who Gets Embarrassed/Blushes Easily + Hides Themselves In Their Wings.

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Sarvente

Let me start this off by saying - she thinks this is adorable.

You get embarrassed/blushy easily and you hide yourself in your wings?

My goodness, this absolutely precious.

When she first noticed/found out about this, she just went s o f t. Her smile was very soft and loving.

"Awww, ___! That's - You're so cuuute~! Do it again! Blushblushblushblush~"

She would use this to her advantage. Not in a blackmail-y way, but in a way that she could continue to coo over

Sarv would drop a few (rather cheesy) pick-up lines or whisper sweet things in your ear to try and get a reaction out of you.

She would also give you little kisses on your forehead, cheeks, or nose.

Definitely would also nuzzle you or hug you randomly just to see you get all blushy and watch you hide in your wings.

When she sees this, she will smile triumphantly, seemingly glad that she was able to make you blush like that.

This lovable demon would also tease you when you hide in your wings.

"Awww, c'mon, ____! I wanna see your pretty faaceee~!"

"Noooo."

"But you're so cute when you're all blushy and flustered and such~!"

When embarrassing you, most of the time, she doesn't really intend to do so. When she does, she will apologize, but also coo over you hiding in your wings.

If she does intend to try and embarrass you, Sarv tries not to go too far as she doesn't want you to get upset or make you uncomfortable. It would be best to tell her your boundaries before she does something like this. She will respect them!

Say someone you knew was making you uncomfortable while trying to embarrass you. Sarv would notice and would politely ask the person to stop.

"Pardon me, but I think you're making ___ rather uncomfortable. Could you please stop trying to embarrass them?"

If that person doesn't stop, she will raise her voice at them and either get Ruv to remove this person from the church, or remove them from the church

After that, Sarv will try to comfort you and/or would try to get your mind off of what had happened.

Ruvyzat

I'm gonna be honest - when you first hid yourself in your wings, he thought that he had said or did something that made you uncomfortable.

You see, Ruv here isn't very familiar with the emotions of others, save for himself and Sarvente. So, seeing how you hid in your wings when he complimented you made him think he did something to upset you.

You're going to have to explain to him that you got embarrassed and/or blushed easily, and you hide in your wings when you blush or are embarrassed.

Ruv nods as he adds this into his knowledge about you. He'd then give you a small smile.

"That's...cute, ___."

He really does think that it's adorable, and this guy's going to use this to his advantage.

He won't use it as much as Sarv does, but he will intentionally make you blush just to see you hide in your wings. Every time you do this, this man's heart just m e l t s. It's one of the most precious things he has ever seen you do.

Ruv would drop a few pick-up lines at the odd time, or would remind you that he loves you. He would try a few flirty lines to see how you would react.

This guy would also throw more compliments your way to both be a loving boyfriend and in hopes that he could see you blush and hide in your wings once more.

He would slightly tease you about your reaction, though, not too loudly. He doesn't want to bring unwanted attention to the two of you.

His teasing is all in light-hearted fun, really.

When it comes to embarrassing you, Ruv kind of feels bad for doing so. While your reaction is cute to him, he worries that he said something wrong.

"Sorry... Did I make you uncomfortable?"

If he did, he will apologize and internally cuss himself out for making you feel like that.

If he didn't, he will nod, and will still be wary of what he says to you.

This guy really cares about you, and he doesn't want to accidentally make you uncomfortable.

Polyam (Sarv x Reader x Ruv)

When these two find out that you blush/get embarrassed easily and that you tend to hide in your wings during these times, both of them would coo softly.

Expect double the teasing when you hide in your wings. Sarvente would tease you (lovingly) more than Ruv, but that doesn't mean big Russian boy won't tease you about it.

Sarvente's teases will be rather childish, while Ruv's would tend to be more straight-forward.

"Dawww~! Is someone all blushy-wushy~?"

"Look at you...~ Aren't you precious~ ... Wait. Sarv did you say 'blushy-wushy'-?"

Both of them are careful with their teases and remarks - they don't want to upset you or make you feel any sort of negative emotion.

Ruv would focus on your body language and tone while he, Sarv, or both of them are making you blush. If he sees that you're starting to look uncomfortable, he will let Sarv know.

"Sarv. ___ doesn't seem too comfortable with this anymore/right now."

"Oh? I'm so, so sorry, darling! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!"

They would definitely give you compliments in hopes to see you blush. They think that blushing plus compliments equal a good thing.

If someone was purposely embarrassing you publicly and making you uncomfortable, Ruv will glare the person down and either (bluntly) tell them to quit it, or will demand that they leave you alone.

Meanwhile, Sarv is asking if you're alright and shooting that person a glare of her own. How dare that person make her and Ruv's darling uncomfortable.

These two are protective of you and they both love you so, so much.

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atiny-piratequeen · 4 years ago

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I have a healthy competition in my head with someone here. Dont get me wrong, I in no way think she's better than me or that im better than her. But I see the things she's done with her work, her writing over the years, Isee her interactions and I envy her, ngl.

I dunno if she's reading this bc idk if she reads my posts like this but you probably know who you are. Im proud of you for all you've done through the years and how you've grown. I think its funny how often you call me the queen and it seems like you look up to me when its absolutely the same for me, friend.

Seeing you do well lights a fire in my ass to do well myself and even though again, this is a onesided (healthy) competition in my head, ngl I wanna thank you for being amazing.

#anyway this doesnt make sense but yes #i wanna write now

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lady-oyanka · 5 years ago

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2020 is very near, and with that I’m about to give all of you a philosophical thought: We are all different in this world it doesn’t matter if you are a regular person or in the lime light. In every walk of life we encounter those that are kind, caring, good hearted, liars, cheaters, envious, deceitful, manipulative, controlling, weak, and then there’s the ones that stand out. They stand out because they are the ones that have the ability to See, Hear, and Know... they are the ones that by just looking into your eyes and shaking your hand know your truth. They know from just one look your likes, dislikes, even what freaky things you do. Why...because they can see what others can’t. Not everyone has this ability only a few. It doesn’t matter what country you are from, what race, what religion, or what you are into. Be aware that not everyone is the same. It would be a great world if we all understood each other as human beings and accepted each other, but that’s not how the world works is it? Can I just put it out there: how about we all try to get along both in the real world and the fake, let go of the past embrace the present for life is too short for hatred, especially when it’s based on lies and manipulation. Let’s all be one, let’s all try to make it a better place. 2020 let it go.... #thoughts #worldviews #changoyochun #maferefunochun #maferefunchango #ashe #bringnewlife #see #hear #learn #openyourmind #noteverythingiswhatyouthink #noteverythingiswhatyousee #taketheblindfoldoff #seewhatisee #truth #iknowthetruth #isee #iknow #ihear #themaskisoff #newyear #thankyou #cuba #orishas #yoruba #azucar #thatsomeCeliaCruzshit #celiacruz #todossomoseguales https://www.instagram.com/p/B6bGeK3pgKG/?igshid=r7h09tnab3xi

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gp11 · 6 years ago

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Leap Castle

Situated near the town of Coolderry in county Offaly in Ireland, Leap Castle has earned its reputation as one of the most haunted places in Europe. Reputedly built somewhere between the 12th and 15th century, on an ancient Druidic site, the castle boasts a violent and bloody history. Beginnings The legend of the area has it, that two brothers of the O’ Bannon clan, had agreed to a contest to determine who would take ownership of the castle. The contest involved a perilous jump from a crag (a jump that would claim the life of one of the brothers and would forever associate the word “Leap” with the title.) The story has it that the O’ Bannons didn’t reign over their lands from the castle for very long. Nearby, a more powerful and violent neighbour, had their eyes on the fortification. In less than a hundred years, the O’ Carrolls had taken over Leap Castle. With a ferocious appetite for power and violence, the O’Carrolls held an iron grip of terror on the surrounding areas. When Mulrooney O’Carroll, the patriarch of the clan passed away in 1532, his passing opened up a bloody period of distrust and contempt between his two sons, Thaddeus and Teighe. Thaddeus was a man of the cloth and whilst conducting a service in the castle chapel one evening, Teighe, pushed his way in and after a heated quarrel, stabbed Thaddeus through the heart. There have been reports of the apparition of Thaddeus wandering around the now-named “Bloody Chapel”. Some of the shenanigans pulled off by the O’Carroll clan, make for interesting reading... Reports of the time have it, that one family that felt the full O’Carroll wrath, was the O’Neill family. Apparently the O’Neills, had allied with the O’Carroll’s, to help them to victory in one of their many battles. Unfortunately however, once victory was secured, 39 of the O’Neils had ended up with their throats slit. It has long been presumed that there was financial reasoning behind this gruesome act, but with the wanton, murderous pedigree of the O’Carrolls, who knows? Another grisly fate befell the McMahon family. Their services were called upon to help the O’Carroll’s in a battle with the forces of the Earl of Tyrone. Not long after, (In a plot-twist that could almost be straight out of Game of Thrones), Charles O’Carroll, the chieftain of the clan, reportedly had them disposed of, by having their drink poisoned. Their bodies are reputed to have been tossed into the dungeon. Many apparitions of what is suspected to be, the doomed McMahons, have been reported in and around the property. Change of Ownership The long reign of the O'Carrolls came to an end when the daughter of the then chieftain became smitten with a dashing young English prisoner contained in the dungeon below. His name was Captain Darby. She helped keep him in relative good health by regularly sneaking food down to him. Love quickly blossomed between them and they carefully planned their escape. Their clean getaway was foiled by the appearance of the girls brother. A swordfight ensued and Darby fought for his life and won. The death of the brother eventually placed the girl as the heiress of the castle and after marrying her captain, thus began the reign of the Darby's. The Other Apparitions The Red Lady The “Red Lady” is a name attributed to another spectral resident of the castle. Sadly, she was rumoured to be another victim of the O’Carrol bloodlust. The story has it that she was captured, imprisoned, and repeatedly raped by one, or many of the clan over a prolonged period. Becoming pregnant after one of the assaults, the baby was later taken from her and murdered by members of the clan. Understandably distraught and broken after a long period of abuse, the lady decided to take her own life. It is believed that she used the same blade that took the life of her child. Witnesses describe her as a tall lady in a scarlet-red dress who approaches in a threatening manner with a raised dagger in her hand. The Oubliette Situated in the North-Eastern corner of the Bloody Chapel is a small room called the “Oubliette”. The Oxford English Dictionary describes an oubliette as a small dungeon with access only through a trapdoor in its ceiling. The name derives from the French word “oublié” which translates to “forget it”. This was an all too common practice in castles of the time; people would be thrown into oubliettes and quite simply... forgotten. Much later, in the 1930’s during cleaning and renovation work, three cartloads of human skeletons were discovered and removed from the oubliette in the Bloody Chapel at Leap Castle. Emily and Charlotte Reports of two ghostly young girls running about and playing have also been added to the inventory of apparitions. It is believed that these girls were resident at the castle sometime in the 17th century. Emily is reported to have fallen from the battlements high on the South-East edge of the castle and quite a few visitors outside on the grounds have reported seeing the figure of a girl falling. Reports of Charlotte describe a girl with a deformed leg that drags behind her as she moves. The Unknown Screaming Woman Believed to be another O’Carroll murder victim, she has been described as having very few clothes on, and with a red cloth over her face, she screams twice very loudly before disappearing. The Governess Often seen in or about the main hall, the governess appears both as an individual apparition and on occasion also accompanied by the two girls Emily and Charlotte. She often touches people or brushes very, very close to them. Sean Ryan, the current owner of Leap Castle has stated that she seems to have a particular interest in fair-haired people. The Old Man The owner, Sean Ryan, has made reference to an old man who occasionally moves things about. Others have related stories of him trying to stop people from entering. The Elemental More sinister than all the other presences at the castle, the one called the “elemental” is apparently, by far, the scariest. Described more as an entity than just an ordinary ghost, the elemental has been known to announce its presence with the smell of a rotten, decomposing carcass. Mildred Henrietta Gordon Dill married Jonathan Charles Darby on 6th of November 1889. Jonathan Charles Darby was the heir to leap Castle and the surrounding Darby estates in Co. Offaly. Mildred was educated at Oxford and had long set her heart on a literary career. She published some of her short stories in the monthly magazines, the Idler, the Harmsworth and the Belgravia under the pen-name Andrew Merry. She also published a number of stories in the Weekly Irish Times. Under the name of Andrew Merry, she first published Kilman Castle "A House of Horrors" in 1898. This publication contained accounts of encounters with the "elemental" at the castle. it was well know that Kilman Castle was actually Leap. The following accounts are from The Occult Review circa 1908 and some responses following the publication. in The Occult Review article – Kilman Castle, The House of Horror. Suddenly, two hands were laid on my shoulders. I turned round sharply and saw, as clearly as Isee you now-a grey ‘Thing’, standing a couple of feet from me, with it’s bent arms raised as if it were cursing me. I cannot describe in words how utterly aweful the ‘Thing’ was, it’s very undefinableness rendering the horrible shadow more gruesome. Human in shape, a little shorter than I am, I could just make out the shape of big black holes like great eyes and sharp features, but the whole figure-head, face, hands and all-was grey-unclean, blueish grey, something of the colour and appearance of common cotton wool. But, oh! so sinister, repulsive and devilish. My friends who are clever about occult things say it is what they call an “Elemental”. The thing was about the size of a sheep, thin, gaunt and shadowy in parts. It’s face was human, or to be more accurate, inhuman, in it’s vileness, with large holes of blackness for eyes, loose slobbery lips, and a thick saliva-dripping jaw, sloping back suddenly into its neck! Nose it had none, only spreading, cancerous cavities, the whole face being a uniform tint of grey. This too, was the colour of the dark coarse hair covering its head, neck and body. It’s forearms were thickly coated with the same hair, so were its paws, large, loose and hand-shaped; and it sat on it’s hind legs, one hand or paw was raised, and a claw-like finger was extended ready to scratch the paint. It’s lustreless eyes, which seemed half decomposed, and looked incredibly foul, stared into mine, and the horrible smell which had before offended my nostrils, only a hundred times intensified, came up to my face, filling me with a deadly nausea. I noticed the lower half of the creature was indefinite and seemed semi-transparent-at least, I could see the framework of the door that led into the gallery through its body. A letter in response to ‘Kilman Castle’ article also relates a personal encounter whilst staying at the castle. I saw your eyes fixed upon something above our heads, and the next minute my own eyes were filled by the sight of a Thing in the gallery looking down at us. There was plenty of light from the lamps in the hall and the one above on the wall at the corner of the gallery, for every one of us to see quite plainly the grey-coloured figure about the height of a small grown-up person looking down at us. I wish I thought I could ever forget the sight of that grey figure with dark spots like holes in its head instead of eyes, standing with grey arms folded on the gallery railing looking down at us……………………Then just as he put foot on the gallery, the Thing that he saw there, that we were watching, suddenly faded out of sight. The Thing did not move, only became less and less visible until it vanished. The above account is a good cross reference to the letter Mildred Darby sent to Sydney Carroll. The last appearance of the Elemental were on Nov 25th 1915 and I deduct again last November from the gait of my husband really wild with rage? fright? coming into my room at Midnight to let fly at me for “again dressing up things to try and frighten me.” On the 25th Nov 1915 two of our servants knowing the “master” would be late and that I was driving that afternoon had invited “friends” two soldiers from the Barracks at Birr distant the other side 6 miles. They came rather late and my husband came home early so the visitors had to be kept out of his sight in the lower regions of one of the wings (the Priests House) and were unable to be shown the centre tower – the very lofty hall. At 7.15 my husband and I went up to dress for dinner, my room in extremity of house from kitchens, his dressing room next door to me. Whilst dressing I was startled by a loud yell of terror stricken male and female voices coming apparently from the hall – and ran out to see the cause. My husband was out ahead of me at his heels I passed through corridor of wing and onto the gallery wing rounds two sides of hall. Two lamps on gallery two more in hall below. On the gallery leaning with “hands” resting on its rail I saw the Thing – the Elemental and smelt it only too well. At the same moment my husband pulled up sharply about 10 feet from the Thing, and half turning let fly a volley of abuse at me ending up “Dressing up a thing like that to try and make a fool of me. And now you’ll say I’ve seen something and I have not seen anything and there is nothing to see, or ever was. This last speech without a pause, begun waving one hand at the Thing end up by stalking back to his dressing room still abusing me for trying to give him a fright. As he was speaking the Elemental grew fainter and fainter in its outlines until it disappeared. By the sounds from my husband’s room I judged he was employed as I was myself in preparing an empty spot for our coming dinner. He never made any enquiry as to the yell that called us both out, and from that day to this has not mentioned the incident to me. I heard from our servants that when we went to dress for dinner they had brought their friends just to show them the hall, when all four has suddenly seen and smelt the Elemental looking down at them from the gallery. We all got such a turn, we couldn’t help letting out a bawl then fled to servants quarters where all 4 were very sick. The two maids had letters necessity their going home next day – and they did not return. The account below describes an encounter with the Elemental. The individual has the unfortunate experience to have been attacked during their investigation. 18th June 2002 I travelled to Leap Castle in order to make a show for a local TV network and this was my first time in the notorious castle I had heard so much about. So the show went well but I wanted to try the UV on the camcorder whilst still shooting. I had sensed something down the old access to the battlements earlier and never went down. I climbed the stairs with the camcorder in front, the light from the UV allowed me to see about 6 ft ahead and no more so I climbed slowly. I opened the gothic style door and made my way slowly down the narrow passage, about 10ft in I thought I saw something move and I lifted my head, I could feel something was wrong but I had no idea what. This time with the camera dropped I thought I saw a glow come from around the corner and then it went back in. I stood and studied this for a while and thought it may be a side effect of the UV which can be common, a few steps more and my body was weakening fast, it was a strange sensation. Suddenly this mass of white like mist raced around the corner like a bull, even the rubbish on the floor scattered as it approached at speed. The passage was tight and I turned to my left to try and get out but it was too late, I felt the pain as if something had just pierced under my right rib cage and went all the way through to the back. This startled me a little and we proceeded to arrange shooting in the cellars. The audio refused to tape again in the cellars and I felt really odd, I was sweating heavily and was becoming very weak and drowned in dread. Right after the incident in the tunnel it felt as if a hole in my chest had been punctured on a spiritual level and my life was seeping into the stones. In order to describe it and let the reader understand they would have had to experience a large blood loss sometime in their lives. As they felt the blood drain this weakness would become prominent, other words they were experiencing the onset of death……I was dying. Another first person account of an encounter with the Elemental: Burnt out during the 1920s, Leap’s looks lived up to its reputation. Narrow Gothic windows, ivy covered towers, bats and a barn owl; it was like a set from a Vincent Price movie. We crept in through the gaping doorway. Our flashlights revealed a huge hole in the stone floored front hall and we gingerly made our way around the edge, heading for the spiral staircase. No ghost would make us nervous – we were the Dublin Ghost Busters! Despite our confidence, we found ourselves talking in whispers. A slight sound behind me and I spun like a ballerina to see the cause. But as I spun around, I slipped and then dropped through the hole in the floor. The flashlight hit a rock and went out. Just above me, just out of reach, I could see the jagged outline of the floor. I could hear friends coming to help me. And then, in the darkness, I could hear a sniffling snorkly sort of noise. There was a smell, too. A horrid, rotten smell. I am not athletic, but that night, terror put rockets into my heels. I shot upwards. Scrabbling madly I made the doorway and did not stop running till I was safely in the car. Personal encounter with the Elemental 18th June 2006 I looked into the darkness of a corridor that exited the spiral stairway. I became aware of the smell of sulphur. It was as if boxes and boxes of matches had suddenly been lit at once. I looked at my friend who had taken me to visit Leap Castle. He could also smell the sulphur. I stared into the darkness of the corridor and had the impression that a beast like a bear or lion was staring back at me . The tension was rising like a ticking timebomb. My friend then closed the door and said “To let sleeping dogs lie.” Meaning sometimes you just have to leave things alone. He was a friend of Sean Ryan and I certainly did not want to disrespect either of them by stirring up the Elemental. The Elemental has the potential to cause great harm to anyone receiving the brunt of an attack. One belief is that that the Elemental has the ability to alter the atmospheric pressure, generally lowering it. The polarity of atmospheric ions fluctuates and triggers a condition known as serotonin hyperfunction syndrome. This can cause symptoms such as heart palpitations, nausea, vomiting, sweating/chills, tremor, dizziness and fatigue. It has also been seen that skin and hair will have an electrical charge. This theory has been generated over the last 10 years and it is interesting to note similarities between these symptoms to those described by Mildred Darby in the early 1900’s. I felt every hair on my head separate and move. For my flesh all over my body and scalp crept, and every hair on my head stood straight on end. ..the absolute weakness that came over me, the seeming cessation of the pulses of life, the grip in heart and brain, the deadly numbness which rendered me incapable of thought, word or action, when I first saw that awful beast. Read the full article

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the-firebird69 · 3 years ago

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tons use them off road. tons. and they do fine we make a Dirt bike and it sells and all our bikes go to the new frame but we annoucne two tonight the standard and Hand of God and we both did yes and i agree... Hera Zues the last line Thor Freya we like it all yes and move fast here on earth now Nuada Arrainna and isee it we use it now and then yes yes Zig Zag and good for Jaeger we build it now and defend use it too, as a black hole now. Posiden and Goddess Wife and we dig her out yes and they sahll try to inercept, Hera Zues we agree. now too. Posiden and Goddess Wife so mamny going it is gross in mass. so we look tons of clones nope. and we shut down areas and make factories fast of all things. we use this now and need tons of it the want tons. saw it he ws slow then zoomed up hello fooled you. and jason again but some time ago and these are faster..need it now. you knw why ok lol. Hand of God and Hand of Goddess too yes Uriel and Goddess Wife we see it build two and mb four and need it all now too cant build enough. Apollo and Goddess Wife we takeover petroleum and more now Allah and Goddess we use this now the swearing Rah and Isis and we seek the tooth and for us and our facility and we add a Gothic style worship facility we design similar to Thor and Freya’s but our style and we are assigned it. and brad is livid no it is macs vs them and we see are us but they are in and do it and biden loved it loves it he sees needs a Hardknock and they usualy insist on the old one. and we say it no the new one.. it is fast and strong and can go faster easy. that is what we want. and shortly mac says and we shal hear it we all help but he can wont now weill when he sees it we will do that pull it out and use it and the two as well, they on the Hand of God and Hand of Goddess first us second...aand once made up at the Hardknock track ok lol...and we see how fast it is..and the 400 suped up. and then we race no...we see it ok.. they dont and we do as well and i add on accessories too...Thor Freya state we both do...and fun .... we do this now Proxima Midnight and Lobo Olympus we said lots of it lol and more than one might think lol are actively working Hera Zues we know we do this and help. now too. mac seesm agreable who isnt bja is and china too and we say yes. and wait...and russia he is the rider and oh. lol. we see then why not we cant figure it out. mb him could be no need to light up now and the fork will break it is aluminum need out of that shortly. we try it mac says on this new one and firstr un is theirs and we must trace it to do so he needs one or all wont mac daddy says Olympus

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lancenkarina · 3 years ago

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To you my love I have only two worlds to walk in . One without light or break of day because you left for another, Man, women ,job or state. I am emotionally and physically unable to recover my joy,a purpose ,a will to move forward. Time after time I get up but something keeps me down. What is there, I've tried chats and dating apps. A couple have been pleasant. But then I hang up and all that fills my thoughts is that you left me, I have no Rutter to steer No one to please. Nothing to share but the pain of knowing you want another. The other world is the moment you come to me. Grab my hand and we run thru the park laughing with huge relief ,falling to the ground rolling in the fresh grass. Staring into each other eyes knowing this time is the last time, the best time. The time we think of what is best for our love to florist and grab it with all four arms and shout at the doubt and darkness being alone andswearon love,and trust, and happiness and joy forever respecting our commitment to each other without fail or selfish excuse. This is our dream from the first and if Isee you again our dream to the end. Youare the most important thing to guide me to the joy you have waiting for me in the heart you have freed to be the happiest in you soul you have ever been. I love you. Waiting is not wasting. It's knowing what you want and need to be the happy you see in yourself.

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lizzyfish225 · 7 years ago

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Transformers tickle fic.

This is the first tickle fic i have written in a long time, but this has been floating around in y head for a while and i had to wright it down. i know i have one friend who is on tumblr that i know. so if she sees this and puts two and two together that i like tickling. REALY like it. then so be it, i wouldnt need to tell you in person. if you read this, you know who you are, please dont spread this around. there iis a bit of a lead up until the actual tickiling part, so bear with me.

right into it.

Optimus Prime and Megatron had just gotten out of a hostage situation along with their higher ups (TFP season one team prime, soundwave, starscream, and knockout.) the two of them had been foeced to fight together to escape from their past as it was told to everyone bearing wittness. the rivals had been brothers since they were younglings, megatron being ten and optimus being nine. they grew up in orphanages on cybertron. it wasnt until they reached headmisstress Dockra`s home that they stopped moving around. this is the place they met. this woman would beat, rape, and scream at all of the younglings under her care. it wasnt until megatron was able to convince the athoraties of what happened when he turned 18 that they were freed and their headmisstress locked away. they had a big brother-little brother relationship from then on unti the war. and while in captivity, being forced to go through their past, they became brothers once again. they eventualy escaped with everyonr and the autobots were staying on the nemisi to recover. the humans had been informed. the war was still tecnicaly happening, but it was in a sort of dip. megatron as -however- heavily concidering ending it. he had only just gotten his little brother back, and he did not intend to loose him again. but should he realy END the war?

Megatron considered this as he uncontiously walked through the corridor where the autobots resided temporarily. there were ligts above each door to indicate if the lights were still on in each soundproofed room. the one above optimus` door was green. he was still awake. curious, megatron pressed the button for the intercom on the prime`s door.

`Optimus? are you still awake?` megatron asked curiously through theintercom.

`Yes. what do you need?` optimus replied through the com after a moment.

`Nothing, just checking. the light above your door was green. may i come in, Brother?` megatron asked, not catching himself useing the term they had accidentily readopted for eachother. the door slid open after a moment before optimus spoke

`Ofcorce, Brother.` he didnt catch it either. The prime stepped aside to alow the jus slightly taller mech to step inside before closing the door to the private quarters.

`Why are you still up?` megatron asked in his usesual tone. though it lacked the normal malace it useualy held.

`i could ask you the same thing, megatron.` optimus replied. he had avoided that one.

`it`s my ship. im simply out to think. but you never answered my question.` megatron smirked. he still knew all of his tricks from when optimus was orion.

`couldnt sleep. not sure why. no issue though. i was just about to do some reading before you stoped by.` optimus replied before he spun around to face the bookshelf filled withdatapads. egatron snorted.`oh please, you know exactlywhy you cant sleep. dont lie to me Pri-` megatron pushed, reaching to poke optimus in the sholder, only to hit the back of his side istead as he moved forward. megatron was cut off by a short and uncharictaristic squeak from the prime as he spun around holing his side. his optics were wide as he looked at megatron, but they fell to a look of confusion as he realized what he just did. he furrowed his eyebrows together and looked at his siide. juring this, megatron stared with a look of suprize and confusion. in his curiosity, megatron reached forward and poked the prime in the abdomen again, earning a similar noise as before, and the same instand reaction to pull away. it took a moment for it to click, but it did. the both of them assumed this s something that would have been lost when orion because optimus. they were wrong. megatron couldnt helpit and grinned teasingly at the prime for the first time since before the war.

`oh optimus~ dont tell me you never out grew little orion`s weakness...` megatron smirked. the look in his optics was predatory. but not as you would expect from the warlord. it was brotherly. optimus hadnt seen that look in milenia, so he assumed he imagined it and tried to cover up what they both knew.

`i-i have know idea what you mean...` optimus STUTTERED. that was quite amusing for megatron.

`mmhmm... so you dont know what THIS is?` megatron smirked, jabbing the prime in the side to tease him.

`hey!` optimus yelped, turning away to avoid the contact. megatron let out a short laugh and the reaction.`huh. i wonder what that could have been.` megatron gave a few more jabbs with similar reactions. `hold still, prime. i need to make sure you arent hurt or something!` megatron stated as though he was oblivious as to what he was doing. he didnt know why he was doing this, but he was enjoying teasing his long time enemy like his little brother again.

`Megatron! Stop! i am just fine!` the prime spoke quickly between two jabs.

`then why do you keep moving?` megatro teased, speeding up his one finger pokes. this got a couple unavoidable chuckles out of the prime.

`Enohough! Stop pokeing mehe!` the younger chuckled, trying to doge the others fingers and ended up gettng backed into a wall. welp. he was screwed.

`was that a laugh?` megatron smirked.

`noho!`

`oh isee~ i know whats happening. youre still ticklish, arent you prime?` megatron teased, enjoying how the prime`s face heated up.

`I am nohot!`

`nono. the laughing, the squirming, the twitching... defineately ticklish.` megatron stated matter fo factly as he continued poking the prime until he saw the prime flinch particularly hard as he poked one place in particular -right under where the prime`s ribs would be if he were human. megatron desided to linger there. sudden, qick pokes brought a yelp and a short barck of laughter from the prime before he was finaly able to grab megatron`s wrist and push his servo away to arms length with one hand. this would have ended right then had megatron not decided to throw all dignnity out the window and act like a sparkling one more time, diving for prime`s exposed ribs and attacking. tis caused the prime to dyep and shoot his arm down, releaseing megatron`s wrist and attempting to wswatt away the offending appendage. optimus mannaged to get past megatron, only to be pulled to the warmonger`s laughing chest and tickled on his sides with megatron wrapping his arms around the prime. optimus SQUEALED.

`NO! hey! what are you doiIIING! MEGATRON! NOHOHOHO! Stohohop thahahat!` optimus laughed as he gave in, no longer able to hold back his laughter as he tried to get away in his laughter weakened state.

`There we go! what did i tell you, prime? ticklish. now, what was it that always had you on the groud again?` megatron laughed. his smile was wide and genuine. though optimus was smiling wider.

`Megatrohohon! stohohohop! ihi am nohohot a younglihihing anymohohohohohore! gehehehehet ohohohoff!` optimus laughed, trying to swat and push away the elder`s hands.

`right. it was your hips!` megatron smirked egnoreigng the other`s words.

`wait no! megatron doNT! NO! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAHANMIHIHIHIHIT! STOHOHOHOHOHOP!` Optmus cackled as megatron shifted and started squeazeing the prime`s hips quicky. the prime`s knees grew week and he started sinking down th the floor until he was leaning up againsed his brother`s chest nd trying to squirm away. megatron began to laugh along with optimus. he was so glad these rooms were sound proof.

optimus eventualy managed to roll away, only to get a few short breaths before megatron was leaning over him with his servoes under his arm joints. optimus` shriek was absolutely worth it.

`NO! GAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! MEGATROHOHON! GEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!` optimus screached as he tried desperately to escape megatrons scrating andscribbleing fingers. he was layng on his back withhis legs kicking, his arms pined to his sides, and his head thrown back as he laughed and tried to squirm away from the hands that had started digging. the laughing and squirming earned him ashort escpe oonce again, rolling over and scrabbleing away, only to be dragged back and to have hands start scrableing allover his ribs, sides, and back from behind. this turned him into a squealing, shreaking and squirming mess on the floor of his temporary chambers abord the nemisis. megatron eventualy mannaged to pull a cackleingprime into his lap with his back to his chest, attacking his sides and abackwardsone wy evil hug to restrain him. once again laughing histaricaly, optimus fought the hands with all his shakeing hands could give. when he saw an opening, megatron went in for the kill. one hand digging in the pries underarm, and the other squeasing his hip, megatron made the prrime squeal, shriek, and squeak all at the same time. the prime was squirming and clawing away with increased vigor. when they were children, megatron would oftin do this to little orion, alway manageing to have him on the floor for the next half of an earth hour. this combination proved to be just as effective now, as optimus stoped paying much atttention to what he was saying. `MEGSY NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! COHOHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! CHEHEHEHEATEHEHEHER! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!` that made megatron pause. MEGSY?

`did... did you just...` megatron whispered. optimus was confused.

`w-what?` he panted.

`did you just call me `Megsy`?` megatron asked with a soft smile the prime couldnt see.

`i... uh... think i did... oops...` optimus admitted sheepishly. megatron froze still for a moment, deciding what to do. optimus hadnt called him that sincethey were children. and megatron had forbidden him from calling him that infront of anyone once he was a gladiator. the waronger couldnt help the soft smile that spread on his face. he realy did have his brother back.

`n-now now. dont be sheepish about it!` megatron teased, stuttering as he got over the shock.

`ahem. can get up now...` optimus asked, shifting uncomfortably. megatron smirked.

`not until you whipe that sheepish look off your fce andtell e why you couldnt sleep.` megatron chuckled, pokeing the prime in the sides a few more times. already sensitive from the privious time, otimus jumped and started emitting deep giggles instantly, squirming away as best he could while trapped in the older`s grasp.

`NO! megatron! come ohon! let gohoho!` optimus grinned. megatron smiled at that. he was in bg brother mode again after so llong. it felt good, and melted away some of that ice in his spark. megatron went at it again, bringing the prime totears with another laughing fit before releaseing him and alowing him to roll away and cover his abdomen. megatron shifter on the floor to lean againsed the wall as he atched the prime calm down.

`now, are you going to tell me why you couldnt sleepor m i going to have to keep going?` megatron asked with a kind smile. a smile that hadnt adorned his face since before the war. optimus gulped and shifted to sit on he oposite wall to megatron to face himwith tired eyes. optimus looked at megatron for a moment, taking in that brtherly smile before gathering his thoughts.

`i was onlythinking about how difficult it is going to be to go backto fighting again. esspetialy ater tonight... but that shouldnt matter much to you. i will take my autobots off the ship as soon as they are healed enough to recover back at base and -as humans say- get outof your hair.` optimus stated, looking down and speaking with his useua shieding and leadership tone adorning his face,as though what had just happened never occered. megatron stared at hi enemy. his... brother... for a few moments beforemaking his decision.

`Prime. i will not loose my little brother again.`

`what?`

`after so long of war, and seeing you without those guards. acting like yourself again... i lack the streangth to return to battle. againsed you at least.`

`are you saying what i think youre saying...?`

`lets end this, prime. what do you say, fix things and berothers again?` megatron gulped, standing and holding a hand out to hs little brother. prime looked at him, before his optics lit up. taking the hand with asmile, he allowedhimself to be liftedup to hs feet again.

`nagotiations start assoon as everyone is healed up, brother.` optimus smiled. they were both beaming as megatron left the room a fewmuinets later. they both called after eachother to rest least the other would either have revenge or add more to the tickley pile.

both brothers lept like sparkings that night with a sile on their face.

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reflectionsofhekate · 4 years ago

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Hiiii 👋

Can I too request a reading 😅 I've been pretty unmotivated throughout my life...I have no dreams which cam motivates me to move forward and with every day in and day out isee myself getting lazier.... it is little annoying to be like this ... see myself ruin my own life when I know all that I am capable of.... is there anything cards tell than can help me ??? I don't know what to ask specifically but if I can phrase it sensibly I would like to know what I can do to get out of this horrible routine.. what do I need to do ? How do I motivated myself for something or anything!!

If possible help me here 😅 i am already 23 I am still trying to study and have no job 😅

Sorry for that negative energy but I am Meg(for short) and I am a libra sun, Taurus rising, Sagittarius mars🌈

hi meg!

the card I pulled for you was the knight of fire which ironically is linked to the zodiac sign sagittarius. for motivation to achieve your gaols, you need to work on your mars sign. so putting energy towards something that resonates with you on a moral/spiritual level (sagittarius) and thus motivates you to take action (mars) in the area of death, sex, rebirth, transformation and other people’s resources.

but anyway, back to your card. the knight of fire is someone who is energised by the spark that their vision excuses and uses that as their guiding light. the cards are just reaffirming that you need to find what gets you excited and go after it. there is a need to really work on the self. the high priestess was at the bottom of the deck. tune out society’s expectations and perhaps comparing yourself to your friends and what not, but go within. ask yourself daily what do I want in life? then position yourself to go after it. even some form of movement might help boost your energy.

I hope this helps! and feedback is appreciated :)

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illbefinealonereads · 5 years ago

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Blog tour day! Today, I present to you an excerpt from Day Zero by Kelly deVos, the first book in a duology. Keep scrolling to read more about the book!

DAY ZERO Author: Kelly deVos ISBN: 978-1335008480 Publication Date: November 12th 2019 Publisher: Inkyard Press

Don’t miss the exhilarating new novel from the author of Fat Girl on a Plane, featuring a fierce, bold heroine who will fight for her family and do whatever it takes to survive. Fans of Susan Beth Pfeffer’s Life As We Knew It series and Rick Yancey’s The 5th Wave series will cheer for this fast-paced, near-future thrill ride. If you’re going through hell…keep going. Seventeen-year-old coder Jinx Marshall grew up spending weekends drilling with her paranoid dad for a doomsday she’s sure will never come. She’s an expert on self-heating meal rations, Krav Maga and extracting water from a barrel cactus. Now that her parents are divorced, she’s ready to relax. Her big plans include making it to level 99 in her favorite MMORPG and spending the weekend with her new hunky stepbrother, Toby. But all that disaster training comes in handy when an explosion traps her in a burning building. Stuck leading her headstrong stepsister, MacKenna, and her precocious little brother, Charles, to safety, Jinx gets them out alive only to discover the explosion is part of a pattern of violence erupting all over the country. Even worse, Jinx’s dad stands accused of triggering the chaos. In a desperate attempt to evade paramilitary forces and vigilantes, Jinx and her siblings find Toby and make a break for Mexico. With seemingly the whole world working against them, they’ve got to get along and search for the truth about the attacks—and about each other. But if they can survive, will there be anything left worth surviving for?

KELLY DEVOS is from Gilbert, Arizona, where she lives with her high school sweetheart husband, amazing teen daughter and superhero dog, Cocoa. She holds a B.A. in Creative Writing from Arizona State University. When not reading or writing, Kelly can typically be found with a mocha in hand, bingeing the latest TV shows and adding to her ever-growing sticker collection. Her debut novel, Fat Girl on a Plane, named one of the "50 Best Summer Reads of All Time" by Reader's Digest magazine, is available now from HarperCollins. Kelly's work has been featured in the New York Times as well as on Salon, Vulture and Bustle.

Social Links: Author Website | Twitter: @kdevosauthor | Facebook: @kellydevosbooks | Instagram: @kellydevos | Goodreads

Excerpt:

Dr. Doomsday’s Guide to Ultimate Survival

Rule One: Always be prepared.

I exhale in relief when Makeeba pulls the car into the Halliwell’s Market parking lot. The store is one of the only places in town with Extra Jolt soda, and I have to buy it myself because Mom won’t keep any in the house.

She thinks too much caffeine rots your brain or something. Halliwell’s is a low squat brown building that sits across the street from the mall and is next door to the town’s only skyscraper.

The First Federal Building was supposed to be the first piece of a suburban business district designed to rival the hip boroughs of New York. The mayor announced the construction of a movie theater, an apartment complex and an indoor aquarium. But the New Depression hit and the other buildings never materialized.

The First Federal Building alone soars toward the clouds, an ugly glass rectangle visible from every neighborhood, surrounded by the old town shops that have been there forever. Most of the stores are empty.

We park in front of the market.

Our car nestles in the long shadow of the giant bank building. Charles gets out and stands on the sidewalk in front of the car. Makeeba opens her door. She hesitates again. “Listen, I know you might not want to hear this or believe it. But my book report wasn’t about hurting you or getting revenge. I’m trying to get you to see what’s really happening here. That Carver’s election is the start of something really bad. We could use you at the rally. You’re one of the few people who understands Dr. Doomsday’s work. You could explain whathe did. How he helped Carver cheat to win.”

“I’ve been planning this raid for months,” I say. My stomach churns, sending uncomfortable flutters through my in-sides. I don’t know what it would mean to talk about my father’s work. What I really want to do is pretend it doesn’t exist. Pretend the world is normal and whole.

I reassure myself with the reminder that there’s no way Makeeba is going to the rally either.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Charles give us a small wave. Before Makeeba can say anything else, I get out and grab my backpack.

Inside Halliwell’s, I pick up a blue basket from the stack near the door. The small market is busy and full of other people shopping after school or work. The smell of pine cleaner hits me as we pass the checkout stations. They are super serious about germs and always cleaning between customers.

We come to the produce section, and I leave Makeeba and Charles at the Click N’Go rack checking out the seed packets that my brother collects. Dad got Charles hooked on this computerized gardening that uses an e-tablet and a series of tiny indoor lights to create the ideal indoor planter box. Each week, they release a new set of exclusive seeds. Their genetic modifications are controversial.

All the soda is in large coolers that line one of the walls of the market. They keep the strange stuff in the corner. Expensive root beers. Ramune imported from Japan. And! Extra! Jolt!

I put a few bottles of strawberry in my basket. I snag some grape too. For a second, I consider buying a couple of bottles of doughnut flavor. But that sounds like too much, even for me. The chips are in the next aisle. I load up on cheese puffs and spicy nacho crisps.

They keep the Click N’Grow kiosk in the store’s tiny produce section between small tables of apples and bananas. Charles has selected several handfuls of seed packets. My brother dumps them in my basket.

Makeeba grimaces at the top packet. “I still don’t like that first one. It’s pretty. But still. It’s…carnivorous.”

Charles smiles. “It’s a new kind of pitcher plant. Like the Cobra Lily.” He points to the picture on the front of the seed packet. “Look at the blue flowers. That’s new.”

“It eats other plants,” Makeeba says.

“You eat plants.”

“But I don’t eat people,” Makeeba says. “There’s got to be some kind of natural law that says you shouldn’t eat your own kind.”

Charles giggles.

My brother’s gaze lands on my selection of soda and chips. “Can I get some snacks too?”

Crap.

I usually don’t buy unhealthy snacks when I’m with my brother. I smuggle them in my backpack and have a special hiding space in my desk.

“What’s your number?” I ask him.

My brother has type 1 diabetes, and he’s supposed to check his blood sugar after meals. He can have starchy or sugary snacks only when his glucose level is good, and usually only on special occasions.

Charles pretends he can’t hear me. That’s not a good sign.

“Charles, what’s your number?”

He still doesn’t look at me. “I forgot my monitor today.” “Well, I have mine.” I kneel down and dig around for the spare glucometer I keep in the front pocket of my backpack. By the time I get it out, Makeeba has already pulled Charles out of his blazer and rolled up the sleeve of his blue dress shirt. I wave the device over the small white sensor disk attached to my brother’s upper arm.

After a few seconds, the glucometer beeps and a number displays on the screen.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

“Charles! What did you eat today?”

My brother’s face turns red. “They were having breakfast-for-lunch day at school. Everyone else was having pancakes. Why can’t I have pancakes?”

I sigh. Something about his puckered up little face keeps me from reminding him that if he eats too much sugar he could die. “You know what Mom said. If you eat something you’re not supposed to, you have to get a pass and go to the nurse for your meds.”

My brother’s shoulders slump. “No one else has to go to the nurse.”

Charles is on the verge of tears and frowns even more deeply at the sight of my basket full of junk food.

“Look,” I say. “There are plenty of healthy snacks we can eat. I’ll put this stuff back.”

“That’s right,” Makeeba says, giving Charles’s hand a squeeze. “We can get some popcorn. Yogurt. Um, I saw some really delicious-looking fresh pears back there.”

“And they have the cheese cubes you like,” I add.

We go around the store replacing the cheese puffs and soda with healthy stuff. I hesitate when I have to put back the Extra Jolt but I really don’t want to have to make my brother feel bad because I can drink sugary stuff and he can’t.We pay for the healthy snacks and the seed packets.

I grab the bags and move toward the market’s sliding doors. I end up ahead of them, waiting outside by the car and facing the store. The shopping center behind Halliwell’s is mostly empty. The shoe store went out of business last year. Strauss Stationers, where everyone used to buy their fancy wedding invitations, closed the two years before that. The fish ’n’chips drive-through is doing okay and has a little crowd in front of the take-out window. Way off in the distance, Saba’s is still open, because in Arizona, cowboy boots and hats aren’t considered optional.

I watch Makeeba and Charles step out of the double doors and into the parking lot. Two little dimples appear on Makeeba’s cheeks when she smiles. Her long braids bounce up and down. Charles has a looseness to his walk. His arms dangle.

There’s a low rumble, like thunder from a storm that couldn’t possibly exist on this perfectly sunny day.

Something’s wrong.

In the reflection of the market’s high, shiny windows, Isee something happening in the bank building next door. Some kind of fire burning in the lower levels. A pain builds in my chest and I force air into my lungs. My vision blurs at the edges. It’s panic, and there isn’t much time before it overtakes me.

The muscles in my legs tense and I take off at a sprint, grabbing Makeeba and Charles as I pass. I haul them along with me twenty feet or so into the store. We clear the door and run past a man and a woman frozen at the sight of what’s going on across the street.

I desperately want to look back.

But I don’t.

A scream.

A low, loud boom.

My ears ring.

The lights in the store go off.

I’ve got Makeeba by the strap of her maxidress and Charles by the neck. We feel our way in the dim light. The three of us crouch and huddle together behind a cash counter. A few feet in front of us, the cashier who checked us out two minutes ago is sitting on the floor hugging her knees.

We’re going to die.

Charles’s mouth is wide-open. His lips move. He pulls at the sleeve of my T-shirt.

I can’t hear anything.

It takes everything I’ve got to force myself to move.

Slowly.

Leaning forward. Pressing my face into the plywood of the store counter, I peek around the corner using one eye to see out the glass door. My eyelashes brush against the roughwood, and I grip the edge to steady myself. I take in the smell of wood glue with each breath.

Hail falls in the parking lot. I realize it’s glass.

My stomach twists into a hard knot.

It’s raining glass.

That’s the last thing I see before a wave of dust rolls over the building.

Leaving us in darkness.

#day zero #kelly devos #booklr #blog tour #tour #excerpt #i'm haven't gotten around to reviewing this book as i'm busy with nanowrimo #but it's excellent and you should read it #enjoy the excerpt

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