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aayakashii · 4 months ago

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I’m so glad someone sent in a SH ask I’ve been too shy to! I loved it 💕 could you do another one with the remanding Hotarubi boys and Lyca?

ofc!!! I'm happy you liked it ๑´ ³)˘ᵕ˘៸៸ I'm gonna be honest, Haku's part kinda left me giggling and kicking my feet so I hope you like it as well fkfjdkdj

Warning: sh mentioned, a bit more angst on Zenji's part

"How did you get hurt?" Lyca says, grabbing your arms as soon as he noticed the fading scars.

You open and close your mouth, wordlessly, trying to think of ways to explain it to him. Lyca probably never heard or read about issues like yours. Would it be better to lie? Weave a story that wouldn't have him pity you?

You look at the earnest gaze he gives you, and you sigh. He deserves your honesty.

"I... I hurt myself. I'm the one who did this" you say, softly, knowing he would probably have more questions.

"Why would you do this?" he scrunched his face. "Is it a human thing?"

You hum, in thought.

"I guess you could say so." you reply, slowly, thinking of the proper words to explain it to him "Sometimes, when some humans are feeling very sad and like everything is a horrible mess, they feel like doing this gives them a sense of control. Not everyone does this. But, sometimes, some very depressed people might do it to feel some relief."

Lyca's wolf ears flatten against his head.

"I don't... really get it but... you were very depressed?" he mumbles, fingers tracing the little lines on your skin.

You shrug.

"I was in a dark place some time ago. I'm feeling better now, I promise" you say, and ruffle his hair.

Lyca lift his head up, yellow eyes gazing yours with determination.

"If you say you're okay now, I'll believe you. But promise me you won't try to hurt yourself again."

"I promi-" you begin to say, but he interrupts you.

"You can't lie! I'll know if you hurt yourself! I can smell you well, you know!" his face looks scrunched in anger, but his ears stay flattened on his head and his tail curls down.

You smile and pat his head again.

"I promise."

"My dear, how I wish I could have kept you safe from your struggles."

Zenji's voice, usually boisterous, spoke to you in a soft tone as he looked at the scars on your thighs while you slept.

You murmured his name in your sleep, unconsciously recognizing his presence in your room (his nightly visits became a routine, after all) and you held out your hand towards him.

His hand fazed through your skin, yet he still insisted on trying to touch you and comfort you as you slept.

He sat on your bed, eyes fixed on your peaceful figure, and he knew that those were scars from battles fought long ago – battles you have won. But it still pained him that he wasn't close to you since forever, that he wasn't able to protect you when you needed him but didn't know of him.

Even if he needed to write odysseys upon odysseys, singing praises to you throughout your whole life, just so you'd never feel so lost that you had to hurt yourself to find your footing again, he would do it.

Zenji would gladly haunt you for eternity, if it meant keeping you safe from your demons, in any way he could.

"Is this something you could tell me?" Haku squeezed your hand as he looked as the fading lines on your wrist, as you two held hands, strolling together on the beach.

You shook your head.

"There isn't a specific thing to say about it. I was in a bad place and made a choice that left these scars on me. It just... happened like that. I'm fine now, but also I don't regret them, nor do I feel ashamed. I did what I could to survive."

Haku stopped on his tracks and stared deeply into your eyes. He sighed, a faint smile gracing his face, and brought your wrist to his lips, kissing each scar.

"You're very strong. You should give me some chances to be your savior, you know? How am I ever going to look cool for you?" he said after kissing the last scar, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes shined against the twilight.

You playfully tapped his head to shush him as you giggled.

He squeezed your hand once again.

"If you ever need to fight to survive again, I want you to rely on me. Is that okay for me to ask? I'll understand if you'd rather not have me all up in your business, though."

You shook your head and brought your hand to his cheek, smiling as he leaned against your touch.

"I'll be more than happy to have you with me in any moment of my life, whether I'm struggling or not, whether I'm sad or happy."

"This sounds a lot like a marriage vow, you know?" he smirked again and winked playfully.

"Oh, shut up." you patted his cheek and walked away, with him chuckling as he hurried after you.

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#tokyo debunker #haku kusanagi #tokyo debunker x reader #zenji kotodama #lyca colt #ask

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nanfrost · 10 months ago

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A Schneider Scene Analysis: Her decision to do what she did at the end of Chapter 2.

For those that need a little refresher or well, a reminder to what happened at the end of chapter 2: Schneider decided to do a little pro gamer move and stare into Vertin's eyes as she vanishes into thin air.

An incredibly traumatic and heartbreaking scene definitely, and it left me in pain for days later.

But recently, someone actually asked me something that I find that to be an interesting question to answer; that being why did Schneider decided to do what she did at the end, likely knowing how traumatic doing something like that to Vertin.

For those who have always been curious to know this, or have been given an interest now that I brought this topic up, welcome! I will be giving my own interpretation of Schneider's character and the lead up to her ultimate decision to do what she did. Hope you will enjoy!

For us to be able to fully understand the context of this scene, we need to properly understand Schneider as a character first.

Schneider was someone who grew up in a large yet incredibly poor family, and aside from being the least cared for, she is also the most left out of that family; the one that never seemed to be remembered or fit in.

She shared no religious belief like they do, not the fragility and gentleness of her sisters, nor a soft heart that can take any beating given to them and still continue to struggle under the weight of the world like they do.

In other words, she was like an outsider, who besides name, didn't resembled any of her siblings or parents.

And yet, she still cared for them, more so than one probably should given the circumstances and the treatment one receives had they been in her shoes.

Schneider loved her family, cared for them, and did everything in her power to give them a life they could be at peace with. To give them a life they can be truly satisfied with living, and die with relief in their hearts.

In other words, Schneider had always been a selfless individual. A girl who will give up everything about herself to pursue happiness for those she cares for, never asking for a reward for herself.

And we see that with Vertin as well, we see how this selflessness is reflected through her actions and words with Vertin and subsequently after her influence on her. Because Vertin absolutely did change her for the better, although, "change" might not be the right word here.

Instead, Vertin opened Schneider's heart, a heart that had long since closed off to everyone that isn't her family. A heart that is far more kind and caring than it lets on, a heart that when given the chance and the right opportunity, will flourish under the sun and blossom into something beautiful.

And we see that clearly later on once she was safely freed from Manus clutches.

Schneider could have very well run off with Marian, to take the girl with her in a desperate search for their family again. To maybe have a final reunion before they were sifted away by the Storm. She had no real reason to keep risking her neck for these strangers, these people who she really only knew for hours, let alone a day.

And yet she did, because Vertin had made Schneider believe again.

Vertin had ignited Schneider's desire to help, to be kind to strangers, to offer her assistance even when she gains really nothing from it. Yes, in a way, she would be helping Vertin as well, but she didn't need to be so forward and casual with it, she didn't need to be so buddy buddy and joking with Sonetto after their last interaction was pure hostility towards each other.

And yet she is, because Schneider wants to be kind, wants to be open about her mind and feelings, to not inherently distrust everyone around her anymore simply because she doesn't know them. To give herself and them a chance to connect with one another, to work together in a goal that is purely altruistic of them all.

Because Schneider had always been selfless, and now she was given the right chance to show that selflessness to those around her.

As we move on to the final few scenes of chapter 2, we continue to see this selflessness of her, reflecting in her suggestion to ask for everyone's wishes. A suggestion that prioritizes everyone's well-being and desires beyond herself.

Yet during it, we get a small scene with her and Vertin, a scene that hints towards the finale of the arc itself.

For as much as Schneider is selfless, she does have a desire to want something for herself. A desire buried deeply under years and years of constantly giving herself away to those she cared for, never truly being given the chance to be expressed outwardly.

But for now, it remains only a hint of that desire, as we move on to the next scene, the scene where this hint only further grows.

Vertin asked for Schneider's wish, something that even the girl herself seemed surprised by. Either because she truly didn't expect that someone would ask her such a thing, or she thought that nobody would notice her enough to do so.

And here, Schneider lets herself indulge just a little more. To wish for something she never thought she had the capacity to ask for, to crave for; until now.

Schneider wishes for Vertin to not forget her.

An odd wish, a strange one, but most of all, it was a selfish wish. A wish made that will only benefit Schneider alone, a far-cry of what she has been like this entire time.

And yet, even with that wish, there was a clear restraint in her desire. Schneider had kept her identity of being a pure-blooded human a complete secret from Vertin and everyone else, because she didn't want to concern them with her troubles. To not let them worry over someone like her when there were others that deserve it more than Schneider.

Even when she was asking for something for herself, Schneider kept this thought in mind, fully intending to bring this secret with her till the end. To not worry Vertin or the others until she finally departs from this world, her only desire is that Vertin will remember her at least, even for just a little while.

Now we move on to the final scene of the chapter, and the conclusion to Schneider's character; and also the culmination of all these scenes finally coming into play to create a finale that just hurts.

Because Schneider had always been a selfless girl, someone who would sacrifice herself if it meant that others that she cared for would live. A girl who will bury all her secrets, all her lies and all her desires to her grave if it meant she could grant the people around her no burden from herself.

Yet even a girl like her still desires to be loved, to desire affection, to desire compassion from someone they loved.

In the end, Schneider had kept up her front, she continued to be that selfless girl for Marian to the very end. But when her last real family disappeared in front of her eyes, leaving nothing but her clothes, a dam broke, and Schneider couldn't bear to hold it anymore.

And so she leaps into Vertin's arms, pleading for the girl to hold her. Because at the end of her life, Schneider just wants to be held by someone who cared for her, who acknowledged her as the young girl that she is; a girl who loves everyone around her, and received none back, and not the killer she had become.

In the end, Schneider let herself be selfish, the only and last time she could ever be given a chance to be. And yet even at the end, you can still see the immediate regret of her selfishness, she must have known just how badly this might hurt Vertin. Had Schneider survived, it will be a regret she will solely hold in her heart.

Yet at that moment, Schneider just chose to not think about it, to just let herself be held and be embraced by the last person she knew and had grown to care and love. To be held by someone who found her to matter. To just let herself be selfish, knowing the consequences of it.

In the end, what she finally did was a heartbreaking and painful and a horribly traumatic move to pull on Vertin, yet at this point, after all that, can you really blame her for it?

For a girl who had given up so much and gained so little back, is it really worth it to blame her for just wanting to feel like she mattered in her final moments, and to at least go out not having to lie to herself or to others, even if it would hurt them? To just let herself be selfish for the only last time in her life.

To die not being Schneider, but just Yelena Greco, a girl who finally found someone to love her.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #re1999 #vertin #schneider #verneider #vertin x schneider #writing #angst #depression #god I love Schneider so much #it hurts man #schneider is so precious #don't forget her #character writing #character analysis

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luniibelieves · 2 months ago

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God Saved Me

Looking back, it's incredible to consider how much turmoil entered my life through those who opposed me, challenging my faith. I've faced many trials, but it was only a few months back that I was hit with intense depression. The combination of being overworked, facing deceit, lies, and the loss of a loved one all at once was overwhelming. One day, this culminated in a panic attack while I was in the back room at work. Suicidal thoughts started creeping up on me. Telling me, "Everything will be easier if you just end it here and now."

But that "end it here and now" wasn't the conclusion of my tale. With every ounce of breath and strength remaining, I clasped my hands together and prayed.

"God, I'm struggling to breathe. Father, I beg you. Help me to breathe. Lift this weight from my chest so, I may breathe freely once more. In Jesus name I pray, Amen."

As I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath, a profound sense of relief swept through me. The weight on my chest lifted, freeing my breath once again. It was as though the chaos had never happened. I was surrounded by a sense of freedom, peace, and comfort. God not only eased my pain but also sent someone to my workplace. Coming up from behind, she tapped my shoulder gently and said, "I don't know what you're going through, and there's no need to tell me, but may I pray for you?" Looking up with hope, I agreed, "That would be lovely." She hugged me close and prayed aloud in front of my boss, my coworker, and other clients, as I found myself weeping on her shoulder. This marked the beginning of my complete faith that God was present, saving and protecting me. It was at that moment I chose to dedicate my life to Christ.

Since that time, my life has overflowed with joy, peace, and happiness, even though the enemy occasionally tempts me to revert to my old ways. As I strive to draw nearer to God and strengthen my relationship with Him, I witness more of His blessings in my life. No number of thank-yous or hallelujahs could adequately express the glory of His amazing presence. His love, patience, kindness, grace, mercy and so much more are unparalleled. All I can offer are my stories and testimonies of the greatness he has brought into my life, with the promise of more to follow.

The client who prayed for me left a Bible scripture to help me through life's trials and struggles, which I will share here for anyone in need.

Psalms 91:

"Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely, he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”

#journal #christianity #faith #bible #prayer

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pandorafallz · 9 months ago

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Lest We Rest Upon Our Graves | C6

It was odd staying at the Hollows. Only in the sense of unfamiliarity of living amongst so many Na’vi than small humans but it was a welcome change. Kìoetey felt…significantly more at peace by the time she felt ready to leave. More than she had expected to feel after she had connected to the circle of ancestors.

She had…spoken to her sister again.

It was an indescribable relief to see Aha’ri, but still so young which was a weighty burden to see; her older sister now looking like her younger one. Unaware of her death like many, as Anufi has said. The Great Mother often shielded the young dead from an awful memory so they could live in peace within her. Ri’nela had told her a lot, catching her up on the years since. Their cold sleep, the RDA return and… what happened with Cortez, What Nor had done to her and… what she had then done to her as well.

Kìoetey had gotten the sense Aha’ri didn’t condone Nor’s actions but there was certainly some level of… support there. Always the rebellious one in spirit and… Aha’ri had never been fond of Cortez really. Now Kìoetey truly understood why, but succumbing to one’s sky-person’s demons wasn’t something Kìoetey had wanted for herself or her clan.

Not again.

She hadn’t been able to bring herself to connect to Eywa again to seek her sister’s spirit out again which was why she had chosen to return sooner but encouraged Ri’nela to stay for longer; a part of her hoped Anufi would aid in teaching Ri’nela as well. If Ri’nela would become a Tsahìk one day then she needed to learn from the Tsahìks around her as they had no Sarentu Tsahìk to learn from.

Minang had a lot of strength to learn from, someone who held a strong sense of self. Fought when it needed to happen; a balance between her and her sister to keep the Zeswa strong in the unforgiving Upper Plains.

Etuwa was resilient, and adaptive and stayed from tradition when tradition couldn’t aid their current problems. Still so young to take up the Tsahìk’s mantle but someone had to.

And Anufi. A strong heart that had lived with the burden that weighed her down. Enduring. Even when her heart bled for lives she thought she had stolen. Her mindfulness and knowledge of the plants and healing were impressive.

From that, ample opportunities to learn and grow. The Sarentu had no Olo'eyktan, but Kìoetey had toyed with the suggestion of stepping into that mantle herself, or if Ri’nela was to find a mate; someone who would take that burden from them. Although, Ri’nela was young like most of them, not ready for a mate or seeking one. Perhaps it was wise to take up the Olo'eyktan as a temporary measure? To see if she could fit into such a position. They still needed a leader beyond the Resistance.

This was something Kìoetey continued to mull about as she flew back towards Resistance Hide-out. Relishing the air that bit at her exposed skin and ruffling her clothes, feeling both her and Amay’s heartbeats sing as one. The Ikran was distantly hungry so Kìoetey made a mental note to get a big fish for her to enjoy later. Amay seemed to perk up a little and let out a happy cry.

Soon they were touching down, and after giving her a little pet, Kìoetey let out a breath and departed to go inside with a somewhat nervous bubble. Cortez was inside, she’d have to face her sooner or later. The bubble of guilt returned as her mind returned back to those avatars.

Her eyes searched the faces of the passing humans as she entered, nodding hello to those of first echoed them. But none were the faces of those she was seeking out. She walked past Priya twice at the radio station before she stopped and asked.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her.” Priya said with a shrug, “Like… it’s probably for the best. Anqa might know where she is but she’s out at the moment, So’lek too but I’m not sure if he’s back or not. He’s been helping Nalin with a sick human.”

“A sick human?” Kìoetey echoed, “Cortez?”

“I doubt it. A broken arm isn’t a sickness, just an injury. Doctors can’t disclose personal details. Privacy and all that but with this human, it sounded pretty serious but Nalin never said much. ” Priya said, “Also before you hear about this from…anyone else. Someone found Cortez’s personal files about TAP and spread it about. It’s…not good.” Priya looked more hesitant as she said this. “I don’t know if you wanna know but…I figured it’s best to prepare you in case you hear more shitty things that Alma did in TAP.”

Kìoetey’s eyes narrowed a little, her brow pulling in. “What were on the files?”

Priya shifted uncomfortably, “Look, I didn’t mention it to add more fuel to the fire. Only…student files mostly.”

Kìoetey stared but she had a sense of what those were. She had seen a portion of Cortez’s file on Aha’ri back at Tap-Con 1 calling her ‘disruptive’ and had ‘insubordinate behaviours’. It was a hard thing to see but if anything, it wasn’t surprising given Cortez had worked alongside Mercer.

“I’ve seen some of the content on the student files. I know how it reflects on Cortez but I don’t see how that’s anyone’s business.”

“It’s not about the files itself. Everyone’s more pissed that she went back and edited them to look more Anti-TAP and made it appear that she cared about you this whole time.” Priya said before her words caught up with her. “Oh, god sorry.”

Kìoetey held up her hand, mostly to stop the woman from going off on one. Her words stung a little and… she honestly didn’t know if she was willing to emotionally invest into such a revelation. It…felt flat and in all honestly, she wasn’t surprised; Cortez hadn’t come for them for 16 years and had lied to them again since then too. Another omitted truth. Another to the pile.

She knew in her heart, that there was care in Cortez’s intent. But actions had long since morphed it into something else. But, she’d rather clear up her own actions with the woman first before she asked for…more information. To know why. She needed to understand the woman’s justifications here now she felt more willing to hear it.

“Just…let me know if you hear about where Cortez is. I still need to talk to her.”

Horseshoe Mountain Station was…surprisingly big. Alma had forgotten that the field labs were massive and had been meant for Avatar teams to be working there alongside humans. The…size difference of the space threw her off for a while and… on occasion she forgot how small she was until she stood up and expected to rise higher. Since it was big, she didn’t get to see too much of her colleagues.

Dr Reeve was a short woman with dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin but with incredibly sharp brown eyes. It became clear to her that Dr Reeves wasn’t overly impressed or thrilled about her presence but held a professional mask well in their meeting. From what she knew, Reeves was not aware of the full extent of her illness. Only that she had to have constant cerebral monitoring with the risk of stroke, seizure and death.

Alma suspected the woman had come to some conclusion about it given the woman was a scientist; things were easy to put together but hadn’t said anything; even when she had her assistance putting the monitors back on after her showers. Her illness however gave her no mercy on judgement.

It still felt….awkward and nauseous that she was stuck with someone who clearly didn’t like her. No small talk or brief chats much like at the Hideout, was in all time swing. It was oddly isolating still and more intense coming from one person. The only other human around her.

So once again, Alma was alone.

The monitors dug into her spine as she lay back on her bed with her eyes closed against the bright light that shone through the crack of the blanket screen she had put up. The left side of her head thumping with the familiar pain of a migraine but it was starting to wean off now. The nausea was still background but less intense.

“Cortez.”

“Go away.” She grumbled, the sound of her voice grating on her nerves as her fellow scientist came through the airlock.

“You got company.”

Alma groaned a little but… she hoped that was probably Nalin with…news of sorts. It had been a few days after all. Gently and slowly, she untangled from her sheets and slipped out of her dark cocoon of her bunk and grabbed her sling to rest her arm. Reeves followed but they ignored the awkward airlock moment and her fumbling with her back before they exited, Reeves heading immediately off to the second module for privacy.

Outside it was only Nalin and Anufi of all people. The latter crouching down talking to the doc on a more even level.

Alma threw a questioning look to Nalin as she approached but the Tsahìk straightened right up, surprised even at the sight of her. Her tail rising a little which set Alma on edge immediately.

“<You? You are the ill one?>” Anufi questioned tightly.

“<Yes.>,” Alma said, “<What did Dr Laine Tell you of my condition?>”

Anufi’s lips pursed and looked a little… discontented about it being her as she held her stare.

Alma tried not to feel like it was personal but she understood the contempt. Anufi had…suffered, if a bit indirectly by her actions. The RDA’s actions. Of all the Tsahìks to go to she was probably the worst option in a way. Someone who had a real chance of turning her down; to let her die. She hadn’t forgotten either that the Tsahìk even tried to save her avatar; just let it die. So’lek had been the only one to try and put pressure on around the blade after Nor had stabbed her.

“<So’lek was the one to go into detail of…your ailment. Your healer is not…fluent enough in our language.>” Anufi said, “<but she had provided me those drawings to understand the condition.>” Her demeanour was different now, distant but not indicating she was going to shoo her and return to the Hollows. Which was a start at least.

“<By your assessment, is it curable?>” Alma asked, her heart still thumping fast, “<or have you yet to see?>”

“<I have yet to see. I’ve brought together some herbs that will need to be brewed into a tea. While I cannot enter the brain itself to…fix this I know a few remedies to aid the flow of blood and to thicken the vessels that they become strong. I hope with my remedies, the weak vessel with no longer ball out and risk rupturing but it will take time and care.>”

Nalin hovered a little, barely following along, “All good?”

Alma nodded but gestured the way to the fire close to her shack for Anufi to get started. “She’s only got herbal remedies to aid my blood vessels. She can’t operate.” She said as she led the doc wither behind the Tsahìk who crouched by the fire

“I wasn’t banking on an operation either. Na’vi don’t tend to…operate like humans do unless they have to. The brain is…something I’ve noticed they’re not equipped for unless they’re opening up the skull to remove pressure but that’s rare.” Nalin said, “But I’ve seen herbal medicine work a miracle in Na’vi and those she treated. Those inhalation burns are all but gone in those worse affected.”

At least Nalin sounded hopeful. Alma felt… unconvinced but she had to wait and see. At the fire, she moved a solid case over to sit down on and rest before Nalin moved behind her and pulled back her collar and began to make her adjustments to the monitor, pulling out her tablet and from what she could see; directly getting the data.

“<Your sky-person body looks thin. Weaker than your healer and the others I have seen.>” Anufi remarked, crouched down with a large cradle of water now set above the fire. “<Has this illness afflicted you long?>”

“<No, it’s a side effect of my Dreamwalker’s death. It doesn’t help that I have…neglected care of my true body in favour of my Dreamwalker.>” Alma admitted, “<It’s…a common occurrence for anyone with a Dreamwalker to favour long sessions in our link-bed. Favour the life through the dream.>”

“< You lived the dream too long. Without reality, there is no life.>” Anufi said, “<Have many perished?>”

Alma stared into the flames. “<Before me, only two Dreamwalkers have ever died when connected. Dr Augustine died separate from her avatar which still has life but no spirit since she had passed to Eywa.>” She felt the woman glance at her curiously.

“<Only two deaths? In all this time>”

“<All are dead. Dr Henger’s Dreamwalker was consumed alive by a creature. His mind was lost. Unable to…comprehend the reality and dream. He couldn’t understand or separate them. He was medicated but…in the end, he accidently overdosed when he didn’t know how much medication he had been given. He was the first. Dr Lorenz’s death was a testament to further possibility. His avatar was…killed in an attack. Violently. He was dead before they could open up his link bed. His autopsy showed he died of a sudden and…acute brain haemorrhage. Like me but…faster.>”

Anufi said nothing but her head was tilted curiously as she gently ground up some herbs.

Alma opted to carry on on the topic. “<It’s… been suggested that a dying Dreamwalker doesn’t allow the spirit to leave after a certain point in time after fatal injuries. A…threshold, so to speak. If I had unlinked immediately after the stabbing, I wouldn’t have my condition now. It’s…thought that the dying Dreamwalker tries to fight for life by drawing energy from their driver after passing the threshold which leads to damage to our native bodies. Nothing… confirmed but the RDA never wanted to risk humans and Dreamwalkers to test it out. Too expensive.>”

“<So there is more to it being just a second skin for you. A real life to risk.>” Anufi considered, pouring her ground herbs up into the heating water. “<You are not confident in your survival? You sound like you have admitted defeat to this sickness.>”

“<All I can do is hope. But… I’m not sure my odds of survival are optimal.>” At least, that was what the last few days had felt like; waiting to hear. “<If all the others had died following their… first deaths… how can I assume I will live?>”

“<If you seek death, then that will be all that you see. Seek life if you want to find hope.>” Anufi wisely remarked, “Otherwise you will be consumed.”

Nalin sighed, drawing Alma’s attention and she craned her neck to see the tablet.

“How am I looking, Doc?”

Nalin hummed, not coming to either or. “From what I can tell, it hadn’t gotten any bigger but...it hasn't shrunk either. Your blood pressure is higher than I’d like but it’s better than what it used to be.”

“That’s good,” Alma said, in relief. Another spark of hope, as small as it was.

“Once you’ve drunk your tea, I wanna weigh you and take another blood test for your blood count and sugars.”

“I have been eating what I’m supposed to.” Alma pointed out.

“I know, but I need to know if adjustments need to be made if you’re metabolising it too fast or too slow.”

Alma sighed but nodded. “Fine.”

“<What did she say?>”

“<The bulge in my brain hadn’t grown or shrunk, and my blood pressure is better but not ideal to the healer’s expectations.>” She paraphrased softly, “<she wants to check my blood and some other minor tests to make sure I’m following with her dietary plan and putting on weight.>”

Anufi nodded once, gently stirring. “<Your body is weak.>”

It wasn’t a long process before the tea was done and more last-second herbs were added for when the tea cooled enough before the tea was strained off and poured into a larger vessel of water while a small cup was sectioned off for her to sip, half a cup, really. She didn’t go back inside to drink, but managed to lift her mask to sip and bring the mask down to swallow and breathe, much to Nalin’s disapproval.

The tea didn’t…taste good, it tingled at her taste buds like sour milk with a woody after-taste. The taste alone made her want to spit it out but she forced it past her gag reflex and let out a groan, eyeing the rest with distaste.

“<It’s an acquired taste,>,” Anufi remarked, a little amused as she set a new pot above the fire “but it’s powerful. You need something strong.>”

“<Can…I add some honey to it? Make it sweeter at the least.>”

“<No, that reduced its potency. You should rest deeply after you finish your cup, then have this second remedy. This will aid your body in gaining strength and to cycle your energy more efficiently through your veins. You need both to achieve balance in your body while you recover. Too much of the first will overwhelm you, and without it, your condition may worsen without control.>” Anufi explained.

“<You are making a lot.>” Her stomach turned a little at the thought of more. The first was potent…how bad was the next one going to be?

“<This is a week’s worth. You must drink it three times a day. I will return to examine you to ensure it is working when the week is up. The quality of each will need to vary.>” Anufi said, “It can make you drowsy. So the morning and afternoon, you must have half a cup to remain active. The night, a whole cup and sleep through it.>”

Alma translated this to the doctor who made a note on the canteen of the cooling tea and the instructions for heating temperatures and all were also added to the notes along with ingredients and anything else though Alma found her migraine nearly gone but a tiredness in her body that called for her to rest.

She forced the rest of the tea down which certainly stopped her falling asleep on her make-shift stool after each initial glug and gag.

“I need to rest.” Alma decided, yawning into the back of her hand, her knuckle hitting the front of her mask. “Dr Reeves knows Na’vi if you need a translator. Also, remind me to contact Spellman at High Camp if you can later. I need to inform him of my….displacement. I’d rather tell him myself than…just through Priya. They’ll need to know who to contact in the future.” Just wasn’t her…if she couldn’t get better or regain her position as Resistance leader.

#avatar #avatar au #avatar james cameron #avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora #alma cortez #ri'nela #priya chen #nor #teylan #sarentu #norm spellman #avatar rda

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zeldabecameaqueen · 1 year ago

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it's a long and not interesting text i mostly wrote for myself so if you just want facts (very objective facts) and not just a messy love note for Zelda BotW, please skip to the last part 🔽

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it's something that I've felt since day one of BotW, but never put it into words until now, for some reason

BotW (and now TotK) is not only something you can see, and hear, and play through, you don't only interact with npcs and fulfill quests, nor do you only explore and make crappy designs choices for clothes and vehicles ; it's a game you feel, that you live, and that's why I can consider it my home: because it is so relatable, it's so easy to read

We can feel the soft blow of the wind 🍃, the heat of the sun ☀️, the freshness of the caves 🍄, the weight of the water, the peace and calm of the forest 🌳, the rush of blood before a high jump 🫀, the lightness of the clouds ☁️, the relief when you find shadow in town in the middle of the desert 🌴, the chill down your back in the Thundra Plateau ⚡,

and, most of all, you can feel the loneliness, the loss, the need for Link to do his best and more, because he is the only one that still really cares about the princess' fate (beyond the fact that he's also the only one who can stop Ganon to literally take over the world), who also was so lonely, soooo lonely and desperate, so strong and patient, sacrificing hundreds of years of her life for a Kingdom where none of her loved ones still lives

i especially love the Prelude 💛 part because, the game may be funny to play, and you spend most of the time doing everything except actually saving the world from Ganon, but at the beginning you are on your own, with just a phantom 👻 who pops up from time to time and give no explanation of what's happened to the world, and you first experience the game among ruins 🪨, nature🪺, all alone among a history you don't know anything about, you feel nostalgia for a world you forgot about (and as a player, you don't know about), you're meant to save the world but for now you just have to survive the wild and trials from thousand-year-old crazily-still-alive-somehow monks ;

anyway, the world is ending but the birds are chirping 🎶 and the sunset next to the sheikah tower is beautiful 🌄 and your feet are cold in the mountains 🏔️, you're not exactly happy but it's like a rebirth, the discovery of the world, the achievement of surviving it, and the hope to see someone you really care for at the end, who's waiting just for you ♥️

i meannnnn ------ we cannot not cry over this game,,, right ?

i don't know what i'm saying, i just saw the picture above earlier and found it beautiful and somehow i had the words today that i didn't have yesterday, so here it is

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i got further than i'd thought i'd go but in a (big) nutshell what i was trying to say:

• this game succeeded in making you live in it, feel for it, thanks to graphic design, nature animation, sound effects and so on - i suspect Hidemaro Fujibayashi was directly inspired by Miyazaki's work

• damn Link and Zelda are fckg alone and have wayyy too much weight on their shoulders for seventeen-year-old hylians, i expect the Kingdom to have really good shrink - and please Ganondorf leave them live their life from now on until the next generation please, give em a break

• the beginning of the game is legendary, they made such a good work putting Link all alone on this Plateau, without any (maybe just one and some koroks) npcs, it's both calm and peaceful and nostalgic and fckg lonely and sad, but it also feels somehow safe and like home ; i think it's the moment where you feel the game the most, before getting into complex quests in a giant map

• PS i don't ship Link and Zelda, for some reason I feel like their relationship is far more complex than just platonic or romantic (or seggsual), so i believe they can definitely live together, and they should, because really it's like they are the only two of them not changing in a world that changed a lot

• PS(2nd) about that, i love the fact that Zelda settled in Link's house, but i've got to save this one for an other post

• i don't want this post to end because i don't want to stop talking about it

• ...i didn't summarize at all, the nutshell's been taken by a korok

Sunrise 🌅☀️

#i wrote this without thinkjng so it's messy and there'nt really any point #too long #zelda #passion

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antiibow-a · 1 year ago

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Sheva Alomar

Completion of Chapter 3-2

APPEARS IN:

Resident Evil 5

Location:

It will appear in the library upon the completing Chapter 3-2.

Transcript:

Listed within this file is a general background information overview of BSAA agent - Sheva Alomar - as pieced together from various sources. The information listed here is neither complete nor should it be used as a psychological analysis of the subject.

Sheva Alomar was born into an impoverished family situation in a small factory town situated in Africa. This particular town being home to Umbrella Plant 57.

As with most factory towns, the plant was the lifeblood of the town, bringing in much needed revenue and steady employment for its populous. Almost 80 percent of the town's adult population was employed at the factory in some facility, including Sheva's parents. While pay was low by most nation's standards, it provided a steady income for the townspeople and a happy childhood for Sheva.

This happiness was short-lived however.

While only eight years old, Sheva's peaceful life was brought to an abrupt end by the sound of sirens erupting from the factory.

As the sirens pierced the air, an ominous plume of black smoke poured out of the factory.

Even as a child, Sheva knew something was terribly wrong. With dread in her heart she ran toward the factory.

Arriving at the factory, she soon discovered the entrance blocked.

In place of the kind old man who used to stand guard at the entrance, strange adults in protective suits were everywhere. Their faces hidden by masks. Sheva could not understand what was happening.

"I realized years later that they were wearing anti- biohazard protective gear. They were part of Umbrella's Special forces."

She may have not understood the muffled voices emanating from beneath those masks at the time, but the assault rifles they leveled at her more than made their intentions understood. The country was not a very stable place to begin with, and near her town resided members of a large anti-government guerilla army. Although only a child, Sheva knew all too well the violence that often accompanied those with guns.

The adults in the village that remained were promptly executed by these gunmen.

Sheva was spared this same fate thanks to the vigilance of a neighbor who was able to get her back to her parent's home unnoticed.

Thus began the longest night of Sheva's life. Crippled by fear, she could only wait and pray for her parents' return. The night passed, and a new day dawned, but still, they did not return.

As night on another day fell she sensed a presence outside her home. Unable to contain her relief and joy, she ran to the door to greet her parents.

As she swung the door open, crying aloud with joy, she was soon met with disappointment and confusion.

For at the door, were not her parents rushing to embrace her, but her uncle, with a look of shock and horror painted upon his face. His words crushed any hope she had left…

"Your parents are dead. There was an accident at the factory."

Taking anything of value left in the house, her uncle then took Sheva to live with his family. Taking her away from the only home she had ever known.

Her life with her uncle would be brief.

Not only was her uncle's family extremely poor, but he also had seven children of his own to care for. Even thought Sheva was a blood relative, he probably never would have come for her if he hadn't thought he would receive financial compensation from the factory.

That compensation never came. Umbrella never gave out any payments. And soon, her aunt and uncle were unable to feed her.

Life was hell for Sheva, not only was she on the verge of starvation, she yearned to be with her parents again. In her grief, she became fixated on the notion that they were still alive.

As the days passed, this belief grew so strong to the point where she could think of nothing else. She knew she had to find them.

So one night as the moon bathed the savanna in silver, Sheva ran away from her uncle's house and headed back to her hometown and the life that was stolen from her.

The thought of her parents drove her on.

But the expansive savanna is a harsh environment for one so young and small. During her second night, she began to feel the effects of malnutrition. Unable to find food, Sheva soon collapsed.

A night in the savanna is not a quiet affair. The sounds of animals plodding along, beasts howling at the moon, insects chirping and buzzing about, and the dry wind soughing through the grass. Sheva considered them all with wonder. She had grown up in a town and was unaccustomed to her new surroundings.

Through the cacophony of strange noises, Sheva picked up a sound that was quite familiar to her. She heard the low rumbling of an engine and the sound of tires cracking over the dirt.

A truck pulled up next to Sheva and a stranger got out of the passenger side and spoke to her. If she replied to him or not, she couldn't recall, but the man picked her up and placed her in the bed of the truck.

The man that found Sheva was an anti-government guerrilla fighter. He provided her with food, shelter, and a place to call home. Unfortunately for Sheva, this good turn was accompanied by some bad news.

She was told that the incident at the Umbrella factory was not an accident. That the factory manufactured bioweapons and Umbrella was carrying out the final test on one of its newest weapons at the dilapidated factory.

The regular employees who worked there were unaware of what Umbrella was actually creating, and they paid for it with their lives, including Sheva's mother and father...

After concluding the test, Umbrella took measures to conceal the entire affair. With the assistance of the government's army they destroyed the factory along with the entire town, effectively wiping the town Sheva had called home off the map.

At this news Sheva was filled with rage. She hated Umbrella and blame them for her parent's deaths, and she hated the government for just rolling over at Umbrella's behest.

It was at this moment she decided to join the guerrillas in their fight against the government.

Sheva started out by doing laundry, cooking meals, and taking care of other chores. After only a few years with the guerrillas, she was given her first gun. She doesn't like to talk about her time with the guerrillas. Perhaps the memories are too painful, or maybe she's too ashamed of what she did there.

One of her main duties with the guerrillas was to go into town and purchase supplies for the group.

For seven long years Sheva stayed with the guerrillas.

By this time she was a teenager, and had spend most of her known life with the guerrillas. Perhaps due to her age, when she went into town, the townspeople never suspected her of being a guerrilla fighter. It could be for this very reason that she was the one they sent.

It was on one of these occasions while she was in town that a man approached her. He looked like a local, but spoke with a strange foreign accent. Handing her a piece of paper and speaking in a hurried voice, he stated:

"Read this. If you believe what it says, come to the church in the back alley in two hours."

After speaking these words he disappeared into the crowd as quickly as he appeared. Sheva turned the paper over in her hand, and her eyes were drawn to one word - Umbrella.

It was the same pharmaceutical company whose selfish aims took her parents from her. If that incident had never happened, perhaps her life would have been different.

The message on the paper said that the guerrillas were planning on using bioweapons to conduct a large- scale terrorist attack that would overthrow the government. Umbrella was going to make a deal with the guerrillas to provide them with the bioweapons. The man wanted Sheva's help in stopping the deal from going through.

At first Sheva thought it was a government trap, but deep down she knew the note spoke the truth. When asked how she knew, she had this to say:

"My country was strongly influenced by France, and many government officials spoke in French patois. But this man was different. I couldn't place his accent at the time, but somehow, I knew I could trust him."

Sheva followed her instincts.

She went to the church and met two men there.

One of them had given her the note earlier. The other wore a suit with no tie and said that we was from the U.S. government.

What the man in the suit wanted seemed straightforward enough - the apprehension of the representative from Umbrella. From what he said, this particular person held the key to causing an irreparable blow to Umbrella. But in order to arrest him, they needed Sheva's help. As long as they got their man, they wouldn't do anything to her or her fellow guerrillas.

Even if they did not succeed in arresting the man in question, they promised not to turn her or her companions over to the authorities.

The man in the suit's offer seemed credible. But could she betray those who had been like a family to her? The man seemed to understand Sheva's apprehension, so he asked her one simple question: "Don't you want to see Umbrella punished for what they've done?"

Sheva quickly nodded her head.

"That's why we selected you. But if you want to help us fight Umbrella, then you are going to have to leave your so-called friends."

"And then what? What's in it for me?"

"Look around! You know these guerrillas you are with aren't doing this for some greater good. They'll do anything to topple the government, including things you know are wrong. Help us, and you can finally do some good for the people of your country."

"And what makes you think a 15-year-old girl can help?"

"Some day you'll learn that age matters very little. A person's life is not defined by age, but by the choices they make. You have the chance to fight for something here that goes beyond just you, something that affects the entire world. Can you really walk away when so much is at stake?"

Sheva would never forget these words...

Three days later the special forces team arrived at the location where the deal was taking place. Sheva had left the door to the building unlocked, and she wore a wire so the team on standby could hear what was taking place.

The operation was a success. The target from Umbrella was quickly apprehended and taken away.

Sheva and the guerrillas were taken to the American Consulate, there to be release two days later with no charges pressed, just as promise. Recognizing Sheva's abilities, or perhaps moved by pity, the man in the suit offered Sheva the chance to start life anew in America.

With nothing left in Africa for her, Sheva decided to take him up on his offer.

Shortly after arriving in America, Sheva's high intelligence and drive quickly became apparent. She surpassed any and all expectations, even learning English to a native level in a mere six months. Within two years of arriving in the U.S. she enrolled at a university.

After graduating with high honors from her university, her legal guardian (the man in the suit) suggested that she join the newly formed BSAA to help others as she had been helped. Umbrella had already been dismantled many years prior, but Sheva had not let go of her hatred toward them and all others like them.

After completing basic training, she was assigned to the unit led by Josh Stone. There, she trained with his unit for eight months, learning everything she would need to know to survive in the field. After the completion of her training, she was hand-picked to become a BSAA agent. She is currently involved in operations throughout the world.

#bio #fancy tag later #shits LOOONG #damn #a bitch gotta link this lmao

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pseudonymouso · 1 year ago

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Finished. Everything thing is finished. Every dream every fascination, every hope. Everything. I have lost everything. Maybe the hereafter also. I am sharing this for the first time since I have lost everything. Someone will never understand my pov. Maybe somebody can. But idk what to do now. I can never imagine this world can be that much cruel. I am fucked up. Everything seems like dimming down. Idk how to survive this time. This will be too much tough. I need to share this with that person. There is only one in this world. Maybe that individual also knows that she is the only one where I can share anything. Anything. But this time I can't. And this is for the very first time. I need to talk to that one. Whatever it takes. I am ready to surrender. My life have been destroyed. Neither I have complained about anyone nor there is any fault of anyone. I destroyed it by myself. But I can't fix this myself this time. Idk how can I bear this. End of the I am also a human being. I repeat I AM ALSO A HUMAN BEING. Every single person gets a chance. But Idk why am I not getting this. Idk why the world is that much cruel to me. Idk is there anyone who really reads this or care anymore. No one can ever understand my heart. I endured everything. Then why I have to face this. Why I am crying? Where I can find those answers? I also want to be happy. I also want some relief. I also want to be the good guy. After knowing me for more than 3 years then why someone have to judge me for my insane actions of somedays when I wasn’t mentally stable. How can I understand the world that I am not that much bad guy. I really care for the person I do love. Why can't I say I am missing them. Every fault was mine and I am admitting it. I am ready accept everything just to make everything all right for everyone. I also want everyone to stay happy. I don’t want anyone to struggle. Allah made me this way. I can't be careless the way most of the people are. And there is no way of healing unless I am fixing everything. Every damage that I occured. If I can't fix everything, my soul can never find peace. I am that kind of person. Thats why no one is understanding my pov. And the funny part is, I can't escape. I want to go away from this society. I don’t want to live there anymore. I don’t need any love anymore. Cause I don’t deserve it. And it is proved. I am sorry. I am sorry the world. But I am promising this today, no one will ever be harmed by me from today. For me, from today, I will destroy myself rather harming anyone. I swear. And maybe someday, somehow I can be able to fix everything. Till then, I have endure everything. Bye.

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lencra · 1 year ago

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"i know," lenora said softly in response to her sister declaring she never wanted to be at odds with leo. calla was ruled by her heart. it had hurt her to see leo react the way he did, so a chasm had grown between them. she could clearly understand how it had happened, but it needed to be mended. "find a way to make peace. i promise you that everything will be easier then." she was promising calla a lot, but she was sure that she was right. the more bridges that could be mended, the less alone the red-haired lefford would feel. she understood her sister's frustration that the hightowers got away with it all. but it was how the world worked. a man could end a marriage, sire countless bastards and take on multiple mistresses, and the world would simply shrug, but a woman could never do such a thing without facing an angry mob. even if she was the victim, she would still be judged harsher than any man. it was maddening. "we will make sure house hightower faces justice one day. it is a good sign that ser garland had to look outside the kingdoms for a new bride, it must mean that no one trusts him with their daughters and sisters."

all her life lenora had been grateful for the ability to hide behind her siblings. leo and calla demanded attention, they burned brightly in a room in different ways. and the tragic tale of cerissa, the youngest lefford, had captured many people's hearts. when nora was young, she was always asked about her brave brother or her fiery older sister, sometimes people dared to ask about cerissa, their morbid curiosity hidden behind concern, sometimes genuine but mostly false. lenora was the middle sister, who was worthy of no questions, and it had never once bothered her. perhaps it was a coping mechanism as a way to deal with being overshadowed, but she remembered the flood of relief she felt when she overheard others talk about her siblings, some reviews were glowing but others far less so, and it had felt so good to know no one had a strong opinion about her. often she could get away with phrases like 'such a tall, well-mannered girl' and lenora was more than happy with that. in her mind, she was above being judged, she inspired no great emotion neither bad nor good. in their corner of the world, she believed that was the best way to be perceived. those close to her knew her, or they knew most of what was in her heart, and that was all that mattered.

and now her sister was saying that she could not continue like that. lenora did feel a quick flash of anger towards calla. she was right, it was deeply unfair, and it would never have happened if her sister had married someone else. she flew too close to the sun when she decided to marry a man like garland hightower. but the anger disappeared as quickly as it had come over her. she returned to the state of calm numbness she knew so well. she met her sister's gaze with a light-hearted smile. "perhaps i should marry the river king, that would definitely turn the tides in more ways than one," she joked. calla knew her well enough to know she could not imagine anything worse. but despite her attempt at lightening the mood, she turned serious and followed it up with: "i will do what i can, sister. it is leo who will have to find me a suitable husband first." and gods, she hoped he would take a long time.

lenora:

lenora sighed softly at her sister’s response. the divide between calla and leo was exhausting, but it was also incredibly frustrating. if house lefford could show a united front and point the finger at garland hightower then they could change the narrative to some degree. she was not foolish enough to believe that the stain on calla’s reputation could be completely wiped away, but she did believe that it could be polished enough for it to make a difference to her sister, to all of them — if only they could stop fighting amongst themselves. “being at war with leo will not solve anything, sister. you are part of house lefford and he’s the ruling lord, you will have to find a way to live with that.” calla had to come to the same realisations that lenora had most of her life. the rules were written in stone, the lines were written and all they could do was to play their parts in a way as true to their hearts as possible.

as she looked at calla in the mirror, she did feel a deep sense of sympathy for her sister. the red-haired lefford had gambled and lost. and it was exactly what lenora had always feared. she was neither blind nor dumb. she had seen opportunities to advance, she suspected that her mother had seen something in her, but also brushed it off because of her daughter’s lack of ambition. but in lenora’s mind then she could not lose the game if she refused to play. if she married a minor lord, she would never play a crucial part in the game. she could be an observer. but nora also knew that life was not one for calla. her sister had too much fire for that. “then allow me to be your strength. sit with me tomorrow and you will have to talk to no one besides me.” her blue eyes found her sister’s in the mirror and she sent her a piercing look. “i do not believe you have ruined us — and i don’t believe you will do so.” and she meant it. lenora did not believe that a powerful house as theirs, with blood ties to house lannister, and with their brother trusted with a powerful position, could be marked as pariahs for long over a divorce that was the fault of someone else. the scandal would slowly die down and they could all move on. a little battered perhaps but not fatally wounded. “we will recover from this, calla, and so will you one day. everything will not be as it was before, but it will be better than it has been, as it is now, i promise you that.” she stood up tall after quickly kissing her sister’s cheek and started brushing her flaming red hair again. “when garland has wed his new bride from across the seas, people will slowly start to forget or something new will capture their attention and then you can start to rebuild your life.”

“I never wanted to be at war with him,” she said, still recalling how foolishly she thought it would be a relief to return to Golden Tooth to her brother. How she thought, once her life fell apart at the side of Garland Hightower, that her family would shield her, would help her put the pieces back together. She quickly understood how little she truly knew Leo’s ambitions, and that no one, no one, could mend what had shattered in her.

Lenora’s words meant something, but it was hard to tip the balance with one encouraging affirmation against everything else she heard whispered about her from so many others. Most of the time Calla didn’t care. Lady or whore, lioness or snake. Most of the time the disdain fueled a fire within, a ravenous, wild thing that wished to explode. But gods, how she warred with herself to tame it all and avoid tarnishing the Lefford name, more so for Lenora and Cerissa’s sake than for Leo’s, if she was honest. Most of the time it all fueled a fire… but sometimes, it also turned heavy and dragged her down, down, down.

It was a lovely, hopeful thought. That one day this would all be better. “Perhaps. But for now, his house suffered none of the consequences ours did. He gets to bring a new bride to Oldtown and marry her as if nothing happened, while I’m the one who’s been made to carry the shame of everything”. It wasn’t fair. It made her blood boil to know that such were things, that she shouldn’t have expected fairness to begin with.

The redheaded lady sighed, closing her eyes as she brushed her fingers to her temple. “It’ll be up to you to turn the tides, you know,” she turned around, no longer seeing Lenora through her mirror image on the glass. Emerald eyes met blue ones. Her expression softened somewhat. It would be expected of Lenora to succeed where Calla had failed. “It shouldn’t have to be you, Nora. But it will be you”.

#( c: calla lefford 001. )

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grieverled-moved · 2 years ago

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"Happy Birthday Leon." Cloud said with a smile, taking Leon's wrist with one hand and dropping something from his other into the man's palm. It was a ring fashioned very similar in design to the fenrir emblem on his chest, only this one was in the shape of a lion. It was also very reminiscent of the necklace that Leon always wore around his neck. That kind of profile but 3D like Cloud's emblem. The perfect mix of the two designs, carved from sturdy steel. "I've actually been meaning to give you this for a long time. I was just waiting for the perfect moment I guess. I hope you like it." Cloud didn't make eye contact with him, a light blush turning his cheeks pink.

He never bothered with things like birthdays. Not usually nor as often, as his attention was usually split between several other tasks that held more importance to him over something as sentimental as that.

. . . Or so that's what he told himself, reasoning it all off as his own birthday held little importance, brushing it off & going so out of his way to hide it from his friends & those he knew so they wouldn't make such a big deal out of it. He never understood why they did - but he couldn't fault them either for it, finding some endearment from it in the rare moments of peace he could when they'd go to plan things for one another.

It was . . . evidently fine so long as it wasn't done for him, or with him in mind.

He never knew how to accept that kind of thing, never really liked to act so selfishly when all he'd known for the past few years was to give & focus on everyone else under his care. To have so much attention focused solely on him all at once when it wasn't for an emergency situation . . . it picked away at him, made him even more avoidant on the actual day out of some paranoia & discomfort.

But silver linings - with things calming down following their world's restoration, the gentle, hopeful easing back in to something more normal without all the panic & ever present need to fight & stay so on edge . . . he was starting to open up to things little by little. But watching as Cloud approaches today, he can't help but squint, the cat-like cant of his head & the suspicious way his brow arches as he watches the blonde man come to a stop directly in front of him. When Cloud bluntly gives his birthday wishes, that old urge to hide & excuse himself briefly flares, but it's Cloud's smile that keeps him stubbornly frozen in place, eyes widening in surprise.

He blinks a couple times, a bit of warmth coming to colour the tops of his cheeks, dusting along the shells of his ears & the bridge of his nose as he goes to clear his throat, to try & respond, only to find himself stunned into silence again at the grasp curling around his wrist. Gentle, tender as he always was with him, Cloud guides his hand to their center, turning it over before he places something in the heart of his palm.

It's warm, no doubt metal but well-loved in how it'd likely been cradled in the other's hand till then. He's almost scared to look down, holds off on it as the swordsman continues, his tone soft, fondly so - bearing with it a sort of sheepishness that draws a ghost-like smile to his own lips as he makes a sound low in his throat. Cloud was normally so blunt, direct, just as awkward as he was ( 'Usually a relief . . .' ) with stuff like this. Seeing him push through it for sentimentality's sake, get out of his own comfort zone to present him with something for his birthday, it incites curiosity, a feeling just as warm unfurling within the hollow of his chest as he gently curls his fingers around the gift.

They feel along it blindly, tracing the ridges & divots he can find, his gaze focused solely on the other man as he explains more, all before he breaks contact to duck his head with a flustered sigh, one that teeters off into a quiet laugh usually reserved for their more private moments. It feels appropriate, he reasons.

"I see."

Drawing his hand up once Cloud releases him, he can feel the other's eyes following each move, lingering along his face to watch his expression in anxiety-ridden anticipation. His smile widens, the barest peek of dimples & teeth present as the gun-blader moves his fingers to study what he now knows is a ring. He recognizes the design near instantly - a mix of his own beloved Griever & Cloud's Fenrir, the very same metal clasp that adorned his pauldron.

It's a small but meaningful gift, one that bears with it an unspoken seriousness in what it represented. He wasn't particularly traditional . . . but . . . assuming it's what Cloud meant in gifting it his way, it stood as a symbol he was serious about him. About their bond, the decision to grow as close as they had. That Cloud had thought of him fondly enough, trusted him enough to keep him cradled as close to his heart. He already knew just how much he'd meant to the other, but something about this whole thing makes him feel like melting wax in that moment.

His smile twitches, the falter nearly giving way to something more tender in it's vulnerability. But he'd never been very good at expressing it, something he is beyond thankful the other swordsman understands . . .

As he goes to carefully peel his glove off, tucking it away into one of his jacket pockets, he remains ever mindful to keep the ring from any threat of falling. Leon raises his eyes to meet Cloud's own, the way they crinkle around their edges & the lightness in shade belaying his joy in their usual calmed manner - holding out the hand for the other, he cheekily asks if he'd be willing to do the honors for him.

"I feel like I should be giving you something in return . . . birthday gift or not, this . . . Cloud, it's beautiful. Where'd you even find time to get something like this made?"

@defiant-ex-soldiers ╲ CLOUD STRIFE

#╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER.#DEFIANTEXSOLDIERS #➤ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ◆ KINGDOM HEARTS VERSE #╰┈➤ MEMORIES. / ARCHIVED REPORTS.#( … ) // BEYOND LATE BUT GOD THIS WAS SO SOFT I HAD TO ANSWER IT DESPITE THAT

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nicollekidman · 2 years ago

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who do you think can make alicent happy??who can be to alicent what daemon is to rhaenyra?

alicent will never be happy again, rhaenyra is her daemon in that rhaenyra is her glimpse of unattainable “freedom” (regardless of how real that freedom is) and the other side of her coin, but alicent is aware that that is lost to her forever. alicent never really had a chance at happiness, she was a girl without a mother destined to be a pawn and a vessel the second she hit womanhood, and from the second she entered king’s landing her fate was set by the person closest to her (otto). alicent isn’t concerned with her own happiness, nor the happiness of her children, i think she probably doesn’t consider happiness a worthwhile pursuit and that’s one of the many reasons she can’t stand to be around rhaenyra, who she perceives as prioritizing personal comfort and satisfaction above anything else. alicent knows she is largely doomed, that’s why there’s so much fear and desperation in her decisions, her consolation is her righteousness and her adherence to duty and womanhood, and the continuation of her line. any personal desire she used to harbor (towards rhaenyra, towards freedom, towards a small, safe life) has been repressed and/or curdled into an ever-festering wound, and that’s what motivates her. she’s scared because she has to keep fighting and scratching and advocating for herself, but she’s not fighting for happiness, she’s fighting for survival. she knows the rules, she knows what is expected of her, and if she cannot work for her own peace or freedom or comfort, she can still Win by sacrificing and suffering (she has known that’s where her path is headed since she was a girl, she just never thought she’d be alone) in a divine sort of way. i hope they lean into alicent’s devoutness because i think the only relief she finds at this point is in the fire of her self righteousness and anger, which she cannot allow herself to recognize as fear and regret. so yeah um. alicent doesn’t have a daemon and all the rage/desire/hunger that rhaenyra and daemon unleash upon each other, alicent directs inwards.

#don’t judge me on how incoherent and incomplete this is it’s 2am and im on my phone #basically the answer is alicent is never going to be happy and she always knew that #but she DIDNT know that she would lose rhaenyra and be left alone in the darkness #and that loss is what turns her resigned anxious nature into blood and fire #hotd

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marvelsdc22 · 2 years ago

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Ghost In Westview

Intro: Heyyyyyy, its been a while, it's been a crazy past month or two for me, but I'm back for the time being, enjoy my latest obsession~

Note: TW Abuse and Murder

Summary: You live in Westview, a small town with an even smaller populace, you have a gift, what's that gift? You see spirits, what happens when the Maximoff family moves into town and brings their own spirit?

Word Count: 4203

You had lived in Westview for a few years now, you owned your own little bookstore and cafe called Iris Book Cafe , you ran it with your best friend Monica, the two of you having met when you just opened the store shortly after you moved here to start a new life after your aunt died, sure your parents live in Westview but you were never close, they never really understood your gift like your aunt did, Monica knew of your gift too and she supported you and was very open-minded about it, what was your gift you may ask? Well, ever since you could remember you could see ghosts.

When you first found out, you were of course scared, you were only seven at the time and you didn’t understand, your aunt helped you through it, she had the same ability and she was able to help you understand and teach you how to use your gift for good and to help families find relief in their loved ones passing, you had lost count of how many earthbound spirits you helped cross over, but every time you did you felt really good about what you did, it felt good to watch a spirit cross over with the look of peace on their face, to see the families relief to know that their loved one is going in peace and is finally happy, it was all worth it to you.

Of course there were some sour ones that you try to help, but they don’t want your help until it’s too late, the one thing keeping them there was either gone or no longer accessible or the person they needed to speak to was gone and crossed over already, those cases weren’t the most easiest since you would have to spend hours doing research with Monica to try and find a way to get the spirit to cross over to the light where they belonged, but those were worth it in the end too.

Coming into your little shop, you were expecting to be alone like you usually were on Wednesday mornings, but when were ghosts ever timely? As you headed into the back room, you saw someone standing there, bullets riddled along his torso, his blonde hair sticky with blood and his face and clothes covered in dirt and blood “You need to help me” he uttered, staring straight at you “What do you need? What’s your name?” You asked him, hoping his energy would keep him there long enough for you to get some answers from him as you set your bag down on the desk, keeping your eyes on him “Help her” he said before there was a flash of light and what sounded like gunshots before he vanished, leaving you to struggle to breathe for a moment after the flash of a vision you saw from him.

You were running, you weren’t sure what from or who towards, you glanced back but you saw nothing but darkness, when you looked forward you saw a small child, he was too far away for you to reach in time, but you still pushed yourself to surge forward, then you heard the bang and saw the flash before you saw nothing.

You weren’t sure what happened to this ghost, nor who he meant by ‘her’ but you weren’t able to dwell on it long before you heard the chime of the front door opening and the sound of four voices, coming out of the back room with a friendly smile on your face, you saw a man and a woman with what looked to be twin sons “Welcome, is there anything I can get you guys?” You asked with a smile, watching as the boys went to browse the books with who you were assuming was their father, leaving you with who you assumed was the mother.

She smiled as she approached the counter which you had walked behind. “Can I get something with enough energy to keep up with those two?” She laughed, pointing to the small boys “Well, I might have something for you, but are you ready for the crash afterwards?” You teased, going to grab her a menu since you had yet to re-write it on your chalkboard that was hung up behind the counter, you had changed a lot of the menu and you had forgotten to do it yesterday before you left, that would be a task for later, right now you had other priorities, like this lovely woman in front of you.

After she ordered, you set to work on her coffee “Haven’t seen you around here before, how long have you been here?” You asked as you worked, the town was fairly small so everyone knew everyone and new faces were a rare sight to see “We just moved here a few days ago, we decided to try the small town life rather than New York City life” she said, watching as you worked, glancing back when she heard one of her kids begging for a book “That’s quite the change, but this town has a lot to offer, especially families” you smiled, going and handing her the coffee, watching as she took a sip and sighed contently.

“That is honestly the best coffee I’ve had, you’ve definitely earned yourself a customer… I’m Wanda by the way, that’s my husband Vision and our boys Billy and Tommy” Wanda introduced, holding her hand out which you took “Y/N, if you ever need anything just let me know, I’m sure I can find someone to assist you” you said, knowing that you knew everyone so you could get her help on practically anything “I might have to take you up on that” Wanda smiled, going over to the register to pay just as Billy ran up with a book in his hand.

“Mommy, can I pleaseeeeeeee get this book? Please please please?” Billy begged, giving her puppy eyes as you chuckled “Consider both the book and coffee on the house, a welcome gift” You said, smiling and it turning into a grin when you saw the pure joy on his face “Thank you thank you thank you!” He squealed, going and hugging you before running back over to his brother to show him his newly acquired book ‘Thank you’ Wanda mouthed to you, offering you a smile before she led her family out of your shop, Billy trying to read his book while Tommy ran around his parents.

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A few weeks later, you and Monica were walking through the square on your lunch break when you saw Wanda sitting on a park bench, watching her boys run around, but that’s not what stopped you in your tracks, it was the ghost that was standing near Wanda, the same one you had seen before, the same one you’ve been having dreams and visions about, he caught your eye when he looked over before appearing in front of you “You have to help” he said, looking the same as you saw him before “What’s your name?” You asked, glancing at Monica who took the queue and faced you so it would seem like you were talking to her.

“Pietro, now please, you have to help me talk to my sister” Pietro asked, glancing over at Wanda who had seemed to notice you with her smile and small wave which made your heart skip a beat, you knew it was wrong to fall for a married woman, but you couldn’t help it, not like you would act upon it “What do you need to talk to her about?” You asked, glancing at him after you returned her wave “It’s about her husband-” Pietro started, only to vanish when Wanda approached, leaving you even more confused, what was Wanda’s husband doing that she didn’t know about?

Shaking the thought out of your head, you smiled at Wanda when she got to you guys “Hey Wanda, spending the day outside?” you asked, cringing at the question since you know that was one of the dumbest things you could ask “Yeah, figured since it was the last day of the boys summer we could spend time out and about” She smiled, making your heart flutter once more “Haven’t seen you around the shop lately” Monica commented, knowing that for a while she had been coming in daily, watching as Wanda scratched the back of her neck and nodded “Yeah, life got busy” she said, it obviously being a lie but you weren’t going to press the issue “Well, we gotta go get some lunch before we have to open up again, we’ll see you later” you said, waving to her before pulling Monica away.

Once the two of you were seated at the small restaurant you two always went to, you gave Monica the rundown of the ghost you had been seeing and that today you realized he was attached to Wanda “But, what could Vision have done? He seems so nice” Monica said, looking at you and you sighed, giving a small shrug “I don’t know, but we can’t assume it’s a bad thing, it could be good and he wants his sister to know” you tried, rolling your eyes when Monica gave you a look “I don’t know, I have to wait for him to come back to tell me more, his energy seems to be low so he’s struggling to stay in one place for long”

“So, what you’re saying is we need to research this” Monica said, looking at you and smiling some when you nodded “I have just the person who can assist us with this, he’s obviously been here a while, there’s this new history professor at the school, I think she’d be a lot of help with this” Monica said, leaning forward with a smile while you stared at her “Monica, I can’t have more people know about me” you said, you knew that people would think you were crazy if you ever tried to tell them about how you can see spirits “She wouldn’t have to know, we could just tell her we’re doing some research for Wanda” she suggested, giving you puppy eyes and cheering when you finally relented, listening as she explained how this professor could help you guys.

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A few days passed before the two of you were able to speak with the professor, when you came in you saw a black-haired woman looking through her bookshelf on the wall across the room “Ms. Agatha?” Monica asked, knocking on the doorframe of the office, causing the woman in question to jump and turn to look at the two of you since she had not been expecting visitors outside of her office hours “Yes? What can I do for you? You two are obviously not students” she commented, approaching her desk and gesturing for the two of you to sit down in the seats on the opposite side of her desk.

“No we’re not… We need some help… A friend of ours is trying to look into her brother” You lied, knowing that you would sound rather crazy for telling the truth “Well, you do realize I’m a history professor-” “We know, but we figured you might have some advice on where to look… He was in the Army and was likely killed in action, we aren’t sure where to start” you interjected, looking at her and watching as she looked you two over curiously before she sighed and turned to her laptop, typing away at it for a moment before pushing it over to you “Don’t tell anyone that I showed you this” she said, you smiling some as you looked at the site, it obviously being heavily secured, how she had the access you weren’t sure, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth “While you search, you should probably tell me the real reason you’re here” she said, causing you to freeze as you looked at her, having figured she was going to be hard to fool.

After a few moments, you decided that the best course of action was to give her the full truth while Monica did the research “So, you’re telling me that you can see… Spirits?” Agatha asked, raising a brow as you nodded “Yes, I’ve been able to see them since I was a child…” You admitted, looking at her and wincing slightly at her laugh of disbelief “Now Mx. Y/L/N, you do know that’s hard to believe, correct?” She asked, her logically just not able to believe what you were telling her “I know, I’ve dealt with this my whole life, I don’t expect everyone to believe what I do is real, but it is, I help spirits cross over, just like the one that I’m trying to help now, but I need more information on him… Believe me or not, it doesn’t matter to me as long as I get the answers I need” you said, stunning her before she smirked and sat forward in her chair “I like you already”.

After spending a few hours at Agatha’s office, you and Monica walked out with more information about Pietro than you had before, discussing with her until you hear your phone ping, digging it out of your pocket and seeing it was Wanda, her having been messaging you more often over the past few days “Wanda wants to come to the store, you go ahead and head out for the day, I’ll finish up there” you told Monica, who argued before you promised her you’d rest tomorrow and have her take over for the day before you two split ways.

When you got to the store, Wanda was already waiting there, looking like she had been crying “Wanda? Is everything alright?” You asked, rushing over to her and ushering her into the store after you unlocked it, leading her into the back room, giving her time to process as you made the two of you tea, giving her a small smile when she thanked you before sitting down next to her on the small couch “I feel like my marriage is falling apart… Vision’s been working late more than he’s home and every time he has a day off, he opts to spend time with friends rather than his family” she admitted, brushing her tears away with the back of her hand.

You sat there and listened to her, reaching out and resting a hand on her leg as she spoke, not even realizing you did it until you felt her hand cover yours and give it a squeeze “Maybe he’s trying to earn more money to do something for you guys” you suggested, knowing it was a dumb suggestion, but you didn’t want to flat out accuse Vision of cheating or something, you hardly knew the man, but you knew you didn’t like him either way, but you wouldn’t accuse him of that just because of your feelings for him or even Wanda for that matter.

“I just don’t know what to do” Wanda whispered, taking a small sip of her tea before looking at you as if you were the one who would have all the answers, glancing over her shoulder when you saw Pietro appear, looking like he was angry but also a hint of sadness “He’s cheating on her you know… Has been since before I was deployed… We were deployed… He left me there” Pietro said, looking at you as he said it “Tell her” he said, anger flashing in his eyes “I can’t” you said, knowing she couldn’t handle it in her state “What?” Wanda asked, looking at you with confusion on her face “I wish I could tell you what to do, but I can’t” you said quickly, looking at her and hearing Pietro let out a shout of anger before he vanished again.

You shook your head at him before you focused on Wanda “Why don’t we go get some food and take your mind off it, we can get something for the boys so they don’t feel left out” you offered, giving her a small smile as you stood up and offered your hand to her, your smile growing when she took it and you helped her to her feet “You’re spoiling us” she laughed, smiling at you and before you could answer her, she pulled you into a hug, making you freeze before you returned it “Thank you” she muttered, resting her head on your shoulder “Of course”.

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A few days later, you were finishing getting ready for work, pulling your shirt on over your head and letting out a scream when Pietro was standing right in front of you as your head went through the headhole “DON’T DO THAT!” you shouted, taking a moment to catch your breath before you realized he was chuckling “Oh you find that funny? Giving me a heart attack? What do you want, Pietro” you said, looking at him and crossing your arms as he sobered up some and looked at you “You need to help my sister” he said, that much you knew since that was all he would really tell you “I need to know your story first… What happened to you?” You asked, looking at him and gasping when he pulled you into a vision, a vision of his death.

Pietro was walking down a road with his patrol, Vision being apart of that group, you heard him talking about some woman that he had been with the night before, making your blood boil since you couldn’t believe the audacity he had to say that in front of you, this not being the first time “Guys, someone’s up ahead” one of the other guys pointed out, causing you all to focus forward, seeing a group of men and a child amongst them “We have to do something” Pietro said, starting to move forward “Are you crazy?” Vision asked, grabbing his arm “What if that was Billy or Tommy?” Pietro asked him, pushing him off him before he headed towards the group.

One thing led to another and Pietro was on the ground, blood rushing from his shoulder from a gunshot, the small child, now dead on the ground “Vision, we gotta get out of here” he said when he approached, holding his hand out for assistance “I’ll tell Wanda you died a stupid hero” Vision said before several gunshots rang out and everything went black.

Coming back to the present, you touched your chest to make sure there were no bullet holes and took several deep breaths “Why?” You asked, looking at Pietro who stared at you for a long moment before speaking “I knew his secret… He took the opportunity, save my sister from that man” he said before vanishing once more, you taking a seat on the edge of your bed to regain your bearings, how the hell were you going to tell Wand that her husband killed her brother?

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Later that night, you had asked Wanda to meet you outside the shop, shifting foot to foot as you waited for her, you two had gotten a lot closer over the past few days, to the point you were sure that she had tried to kiss you the other day, but you pushed that out of your head, knowing that right now you had to be there and tell her probably the worst news you could tell someone, jumping and looking towards her when she said your name.

“Hey, come inside with me?” You asked, leading her inside and taking a deep breath “Wanda, I know this is going to sound crazy… But, I need you to have an open mind as I tell you this… I see spirits, I talk to them and cross them over, I’m telling you this because you have a ghost… Your brother, Pietro… He wants to tell you something” You said, looking at her and watching at least five different emotions cross her face before she shook her head.

“No, you’re lying to me, I don’t know what scam you’re running here but I don’t believe it” Wanda said, pushing past you to leave “Tell her about the sitcoms we used to watch… How I watched them because they made her happy… Especially Dick Van Dyke” Pietro said, watching his sister and looking like he did before he died, you repeated what he told you and watched as she froze with her hand on the door “He’s really here?” She asked softly, turning to look at you with tears in her eyes “He is, he’s been stuck as an earthbound spirit for a while, he needs to tell you something… About how he died” you explained, leading her to the back room and sitting down on the couch with her.

After you explained what all you saw with Pietro’s vision, you watched as Wanda struggled to decide what she wanted to do, cry, get mad? She didn’t know… “He killed my brother?” Wanda finally whispered, her hands clinching into fists as she thought about it “How could-he knew-” she tried, flinching away from you when you tried to reach for her “Wanda!” You called when she stormed out “Leave her… I’ll keep an eye on her, let you know if something happens… I can’t cross over until I know she and the boys are safe” Pietro said before he vanished as well, feeling your heart sink at what will potentially happen next.

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About a week passed before you heard anything, you had been half asleep when Pietro appeared in your room “He’s going to hurt her, hurry” he said, causing you to jump out of bed and call 911 as you quickly grabbed your jacket and pulled on some shoes, not even bothering locking your door as you shut it behind you, more worried about what could happen to Wanda if you didn’t get there soon.

“Wanda!” You shouted, pounding on the door when you got to their house “Wanda, answer me!” You shouted, pounding some more until the door opened to a sleepy Tommy “Mx. Y/N?” He asked sleepily, looking up at you with half closed eyes “Hey buddy, where’s your mom and dad?” You asked him gently, heading out back when he pointed to the back door.

When you got out there, you saw Vision and Wanda in each other’s face, but before you could get over to them, Vision grabbed her by the neck and threw her to the ground “Hey!” You shouted, going and grabbing Vision, roughly throwing him to the side, getting nailed in the nose by his elbow as he fell over, ignoring the pain that flared as you straddled him and started punching him, only stopping when Wanda pulled you off of him, blood running down his face and your nose and knuckles bloody, but you ignored all of that as you cupped her face “Are you okay?” You asked, not getting a response as she buried her face in your chest, the tears staining your shirt but you could care less, she was okay and she was in your arms now.

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The next day, you were in your house with Wanda and the boys, the three of them staying with you for the time being, Wanda having told the police everything, Vision killing her brother and about how he attacked her after she confronted him about it, currently you had them all together to say their final goodbyes to Pietro so he could finally cross over.

“Tell the boys that they’ve grown a lot and that I’m so proud of them” Pietro said, grinning at the boys and watching as tears ran down their faces as you repeated his words “Tell them that I’ll always be with them… That I’ll be waiting for them on the other side” he said, going and resting his hands on the boys heads before gently caressing Wanda’s cheek, all three of them reacting to the touches “Tell the boys to listen to their mom and to eat their vegetables… Tell them I love them and… That the light isn’t so scary…” He said before he vanished for the final time “He’s gone” you said softly, brushing tears from your eyes as Wanda hugged her boys, feeling a sense of pride in yourself for being able to help them.

As time went on, you of course ran into more ghosts, helping the ones that you could cross over into the light and be at peace, one thing that didn’t change was Wanda’s presence in your life, the two of you started dating about two months after the whole Vision situation, then a year later the two of you got married, her and the boys helped you with ghosts every chance they got, especially Tommy, he always believed in that stuff and you confirming it made it even more true for him, you loved being able to have them at your side, you knew that more adventures were to come and with Wanda and the twins at your side, anything was possible.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x gn!reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #marvel x reader #marvel #Ghost Whisperer AU

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inari-zaheer · 2 years ago

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Could I request some general HCs (sfw or nsfw) for an established relationship with Jacob from Tomb raider? Love you and hope you're doing well 💕

Thank you, hope you’re doing well too bestie ♥️♥️♥️

Dating Jacob Headcanons

Pairing:Jacob x Reader

TW:NSFW

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I can see the both of you meeting when you were in an expedition by yourself to try and find the Divine Source

And Jacob seeing that you didn’t have any bad intentions with it beyond pure curiosity he stopped the reminiscents from killing you and let you go on your mission (but didn’t let you go and get the Atlas in the Flooded Archives, claiming it was way too dangerous)

When Jacob was sure that you weren’t going to do any harm nor spread the news about them to the world he started giving you hints about the truth

To which were shared in nights of you studying beside him, with lingering touches and sweet praise when you got something right

You could not help but catch feelings for the handsome valley leader, and him, feeling the same about you, quickly offered you to stay as long as you wanted with him

Being in a secluded valley he didn’t exactly had much options on gifts for you, but if you were a fighter he’d always give you weapon enhancement and new gear to protect yourself

If you loved reading just then he’d even go to the Flooded Archives himself and get you some old documents for you to not only entertain yourself but to also understand more of the reminiscents history

If you liked jewelry he’d collect all the prettiest minerals he could find and gift them to you, like a necklace, or a bracelet, and at some point even a commitment ring

But a thing that never changed was the flowers that he’d always colect around the valley and give to you

After some time in your relationship you started noticing things, like how he never got hurt, how everyone that went to him severely injured seemed to be magically cured and so on, and that was when he finally told you the truth

He admited that even trusting you he was still afraid that somehow his secret would be revealed to the world, to which to his relief you were happy with just asking him a buch of questions, also understanding that the Divine Source was and had to stay protected by the Immortal Warriors or else something bad would happen to him

Sofia didn’t liked you that much at first, but you could not blame her upon not trusting a foreigner that might be a potential threat against the village and her father, but after you almost sacrificed yourself for her she changed her mind completely around you

Jacob would often take you to the highest mountains in the valley to go stargazing and look at the polar lights

You knew you didn’t had to tend to his injuries, but always asked to see them just to be sure, and he always obliged knowing it would make you feel in peace

Having lost a lot of people in his long life he needed to make sure you were okay everytime, so he was always touching you

Hugs from behind where he’d breathe in your scent, hands on your things while sat for dinner, him laying on your chest to hear your heartbeat

And if you weren’t a fighter he always had someone to protect you, and what made his heart warm that almost everytime Sofia volunteered herself to take care of you

NSFW Under The Cut

Okay so, this man has been living for more than a thousand years

And I definitely think that even with his prophetic mission, he always had time to fool around a bit

(And Sofia is the literal proff lol)

So this man has a lot of experience under his wing

He's definetly the type of guy who eats pussy for his own pleasure, wanting to give everytinhg he has for you

Not having conditions to do research on the subject I don’t see him beeing kinky at first, but after you introduced this world to him hed be into some stuff

He’s into choking, on both you and him, always telling you that you can squeeze his throat tigher cause nothing is going to happen

Definitely has a breeding kink, and like cumming inside you looking deeply into your eyes

Speaking of looking he always loves watching you bathe, sometimes it doesn’t even have to be sexual, he just likes to sit and enjoy the show

He loves giving you hickeys but in places that he’s the only one able to see them

He also likes when you give him hickeys, but sadly they always heal so fast, so if he managed to find a safe pigment he’d love if you painted your lips with it and kissed all over his body for him to keep admiring after

Sex often start between you after he comes back to his chambers still a little sore from the day and you offer to give him a massage, than your hands start to go south with other intentions

He’s a man that believes a true warrior should not be afraid of staining his sword with blood, so he would never deny period sex

Has a thing for fucking you with his clothes on

Doesn’t mind being rough with you, but prefer slow sensual sex, where you’d be so close to each other caressing every part you could reach

#rise of the tomb raider #tomb raider jacob x reader #jacob x reader #tomb raider #jacob tomb raider #tomb raider x reader #tomb raider fanfic

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merakiui · 3 years ago

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A Leaf Swept up in an Autumnal Breeze

yandere!kaedehara kazuha x (gender neutral) reader art credit - Tourou_7 on twt cw: yandere, unhealthy/obsessive behaviors, slight nsfw implications/thoughts, alcohol consumption, intoxication, spoilers for kazuha’s character story + inazuma lore note - i decided to write something short for kazuha as i analyze what we know so far of his character. hopefully the characterization isn’t too off! please enjoy nonetheless! orz

The moonlight casts its thin rays upon the calm, motionless sea. In the distance, fish surface and their movements are captured in the ripples that expand in the water, a minor blip in the otherwise tranquil atmosphere of the dark night. As if a god has taken a brush to the sky, utilizing its inky vastness as a canvas, the stars have been drawn in small specks—winking down at those who sleep underneath a blanket of natural light.

And you are caught up in the glorious shimmer, grinning widely as Beidou wraps her arm around you, pulling you against her as if the two of you have known each other for years. In reality, it’s only been a few months since you were discovered on her ship: a hidden stowaway with your Vision clutched in your hands and raw resolve etched into your body in the form of bruises and old scars. You’re a fighter and yet you also ran from something. Kazuha can’t quite tell what it is you’ve escaped. Whether it’s another person, a group of people, or even an entire nation, he’s certain it’s worthy of the risks that come with fleeing.

Your Vision shines brightly, a stark contrast to the dark color scheme of your clothes. He tries to place a nation to your outfit and comes up empty, his thoughts returning to Inazuma as though it’s the only place he can think of. And he supposes that’s true. The situation in Inazuma has clouded his mind with its strange fog, taking up residence in the nooks and crannies of his brain. Though he can dwell upon the past and the mistakes that led up to the downfall of a precious friend, he knows there is no use for such somber reflections during a happy celebration. Life moves on, as the common saying goes, and he cannot allow himself to remain trapped in the past.

During moments such as these, where he relives the horrible memory in vivid detail, you are a sweet balm that soothes the sting of loss. Even when you’re struggling to stand, face hot from the intoxication of good drinks in even better company, you’re a wondrous presence who chases away his doubts and worries.

Unknowingly, you cast a temporary shroud over those matters and he’s put at ease the minute you extend your arm in his direction.

“Kazuha! Come over here. Let’s dance!”

A hiccup interrupts your jovial giggle and Beidou chuckles before throwing her head back to drink what’s left in her flask. The aura of her ship is beyond lively. Men and women alike celebrate another successful week with drinks, harrowing tales of past heroes, and broken ballads sang in drunken tones. He can’t help the smile that sprouts on his lips. You’re such an outgoing person, always wanting to include him in your daily activities. And though he politely declines whenever you offer him alcohol, he has wondered what the appeal could possibly be.

Perhaps it’s the idea of losing your sensibility for one night, ignoring all reason for the sake of spending pleasurable moments in the confines of a warm bed, wrapped snugly in a lover’s embrace. Such instances are lost to intoxicating pleasure—buried under a hazy recollection come morning. But you haven’t done that sort of thing. Kazuha would know. He listens in while you’re relaxing—while you’re bathing and going about life on the ship without a care in the world—and his head runs wild with all sorts of fantasies. Fantasies he never would have imagined had he not met you.

To think you were just a mere stowaway, a trespasser who had snuck onto the ship and hid in the darkest corner, obscured by crates and chests. And he had pulled those crates aside in search of a few ingredients and his eyes met yours and you held your finger to your lips—a silent urge to keep quiet—and his heart skipped a beat.

It was a special meeting between two, which will remain locked away in his heart for all of eternity. A memory he regards with warm fondness. After much negotiation and a disarming conversation, you were soon welcomed with open arms as Beidou practically offered you to join her crew. You had nowhere else to go—no one else to see or protect—and so you agreed. And Kazuha felt a relief he hasn’t felt in a while, the sort of emotion that stems from almost losing something important.

The pure relief that comes and goes once he realizes you’re a missing piece in the puzzle of his life.

“You’ll trip,” he warns, pushing off from the side of the ship and walking over to you and Beidou. “It wouldn’t be wise to dance in your inebriated state. Surely you’re aware of this, no?”

“I can hold my alcohol.” Your wavering glare doesn’t reach him. “Don’t... Don’t think otherwise or else I’ll—ah!”

The majority of Beidou’s weight burdens your shoulders and you nearly almost crumble.

“You—“ she searches for a means to steady herself— “worry too much,” the captain adds, nodding in agreement to an unspoken statement. “It’ll be okay! Live a little while you’re still young.”

Kazuha sighs and easily slips between the two of you, hooking his arm around Beidou’s waist as he guides her to a barrel. The scent of alcohol kisses the air, clinging to your clothes and breath like an oversaturated perfume. Once she’s sat down, now fully determined to get the last few drops from out of the flask, the rōnin turns to you. He’s caught by surprise when your hands grasp his, your eager expression stabbing his heart with a dozen pins. He’s rooted to the floorboards, unable to look away when your face is dangerously close to his.

“You heard the captain,” you tease in a slurred voice. “Live a little.”

And he does. Or he thinks he does. Having traveled with Beidou, this is the current life he’s come to know and appreciate. But is it truly living if he feels unfulfilled in the process? To find a means for bringing back the familiar glow in a lonely Vision. To secure peace of mind and put his rowdy thoughts to rest. To one day return to the nation he was forced to flee, with you in tow. Are all of these things necessary in order to fill the gaping void in his damaged heart? Kazuha wonders if you also came from Inazuma. Perhaps you wouldn’t be so surprised to see the scenery if he were to take you there. Not now, of course. Sometime in the future, if such a future holds a changed Inazuma.

“I’m going to warn you now,” he mumbles, his fingers ghosting over your waist, “I’m not what one would call a dancer of skillful grace.”

“I don’t think that’s true, dear Kazuha.”

He blinks once and then releases a short laugh at the endearing term. “If you say so.”

“Enough talk.” You huff and pull him into your chest and he feels as though he could stay locked in this position for millennia. “Dance with me before...” A stilted pause as you nearly forget your sentence. “Before I turn in for the night. That’s it.”

Or before you get sick, he thinks, not so cheerful about the inevitable mess. But he’ll tolerate it because you’ve tolerated him. You never pry into his past, nor do you force him to answer personal questions regarding Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun. If you ever notice the way he lingers near your quarters, you don’t say a word. And if you hear his subdued moans as his hand moves in time with a picturesque fantasy of your nude form pressed against his, you keep your mouth shut. You are everything he could ever want and like the very ideal the Raiden Shogun wishes to uphold he wants to pursue an eternity with you.

Your movements are far from the precision you normally have when moving about the ship and it’s a very odd dance. Yet you spin him and he follows your unusual lead like an animal with tunnel vision. For a taut moment, the background noise melts away into obscurity and the two of you are the only people in existence. He stares at your face the entire time, ignoring the way your sandals crush his feet or the instances where he unintentionally returns the gesture. It’s certainly an awkward sort of waltz, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And in this moment where no one else matters, he sees your radiance in the glow of the moon. You truly are worthy of the sun and the stars beyond and should you verbalize an outlandish wish of that nature he has no choice but to follow through.

Like a leaf swept up in an autumnal breeze, reminiscent of a ronin who lacks a place in the world, Kazuha allows himself to be carried on by the winds that rustle the sails and tangle through your hair, painting you in a backdrop that’s heaven handcrafted by the pickiest god. And where you have your wits, a lively Vision, and your confidence, he only has his blade, a dull Vision, and an inkling of hope. But that’s really all he requires.

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When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

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Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

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You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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