#SORRY IVE NEVER GOTTEN A GIFT BEFORE

[kidfoundonstreets]

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[blazingflareon]

soooo i got into fields of mistria and i went into the tag (as you do) but ended up queuing a bunch i apologize in advance LMAO

[jacaerysgf]

Flowers | The Series | Chapter 17 | Surprise!

Summary: You receive even more unexpected visitors and receive some upsetting news that you are not looking forward to.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Dunn!Reader

a.n: GOD SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT !!! i really appreciate all the comments and promise to get around to responding to any ive missed !! hoping to have this story done by the end of the month <3 im already working on the next one as i write so dont worry about another long wait i swear.

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You had thought that would be the most exciting thing to happen, Joffrey would stay for awhile before he returned to his duties in the eyrie and then everything would go back to the sort of normalcy you had before.

Yet your parents received a raven that had your stomach turning inside out. “We are to go to the Highgarden's to welcome prince Jacaerys and his soon to be wife lady Cassandra Baratheon for their engagement tour, Highgarden is apparently the first stop.” Your father ripped the letter for your mothers hands and skimmed it over himself, “They are asking all the families to arrive and bring an engagement gift? this is ridiculous!” Dorothy, the head maid of the house scoff as she placed a plate of food on the table. “The nerve of them.”

You have lost all your appetite.

you measly push around the food on your plate while everyone around you erupts into boisterous chatter. "after that man publicly humiliated my daughter? they dare ask this of us? the nerve!" "maybe she could fake illness and wont have to attend the festivities?" "i can already see their snug faces as they look upon her ugh i refuse to attend such an ordeal."

When your hands slam on the table all chatter seizes and all eyes turn to you where you keep your head down towards the table. wordlessly you walk out the hall and the others in the room look at each other concerned.

you find yourself mindlessly walking through the fields as you attempt to catch your breath. it is fine. you were simply not chosen that is all. and now he wants you to attend his stupid engagement tour? for an engagement to a women that is not you? you fall on your back and stare at the sky in disbelief. this was ridiculous almost outright shameless to point you cannot believe it was his idea. Cassandra never did like you maybe this was her way of trying to stick it to you and laugh in your face.

your face grows sour at the idea of having to watch her snarkily brag with jacaerys on her arm you were going to be sick.

You had thought you were finally making progress moving pass your feelings for the prince but if anything they have only gotten worse. you think of him far too often these days especially with joffrey and trisk here. a part of you wonder if he thinks of you too. its a foolish thought, he had made his choice and there was nothing else to do but to live with it and move on.

You close your eyes and fall into a light sleep unable to continue thinking in reality and far more interested in living in dream land where he laid with you as well. hes there waiting for you, the familiar flower fields of your homeland being a comforting sight and with him sitting there you fell all the more better. He strokes your cheek gently when you open your eyes to greet him, a comforting smile on his face. “my love.” your eyes fall closed as you grab his hand and press it closer to your skin. “wont you look at me?”

Harshly you shake your head, though the limbo you meet him in is merely a dream the pain of reality still stings at your skin. “you will not even allow me to hear your voice my love?” you squeeze your eyes shut as he caresses your face. “it hurts.” his other hand comes up and plays with your hair, “its alright my love just look at me.” you fight with yourself for a few moments before your eyes flutter open and your heart aches. He looks as beautiful as ever, smiling down at you with moon crested eyes.

“there you are.” you hate the way a smile creeps up on your face and you especially hate the way his grin grows at that. “i hate to see you so upset.” this has you huffing and you try to sit uo but he keeps you firmly in his lap. “you have no right to say that to me.” his face falls and he cups your cheek as you turn your head away from him. “im sorry.” “then why did you do it?” your fictional prince has no response and thats because you have no clue as well.

as if he is a brush of air he disappears as you willed him to and sit up with your head in your hands. he had basically told you he wanted to marry you, scared off any other suitors you could have had gods you were even in a courtship before he wormed his way in and for what? nothing.

You force your eyes open and suddenly you are right back to reality where you huff as you shakily stand taking a deep breath as you realize the sun is much higher in the sky. how long had you been out here? you decide you should head inside before you freeze at the silence around you.

the fields especially this time of year are bursting with people tending to the flowers for the seasons prep but you can’t see a single soul out there. You wonder where everyone could have gone, maybe you are still dreaming. you walk back towards the castle once taking one last final look around before heading inside and you pause.

now you know this must be a dream because why would three dragons be sitting on one of the empty fields not too far from your home. you must be seeing things.

Yet when you walk into the hall you quickly realize you are not making things up or seeing things as when you pinch your arm the group of three stands before you and you feel your stomach plummet. “just the lady we wished to see.”

you find yourself bowing as your mind races trying to understand what was going on, “my princes, princess.” “just the lady i was looking to see!” “you honor me my prince.” lucerys eagerly walks over to you and grips your hands in his. “i have missed you. things ive been grim without you.” Despite how confused you are by his presence or even his words you force out a smile, “You honor me.”

You have no clue what else to say or what else to do. Every single pair of eyes in the room are looking upon you and you look down at your hands as you mind tries to make sense of this mess. thankfully aemond grips lucerys back and tugs him away from you. “he is as eager as always do not mind him lady dunn.” You’re more than thankful for the saving, you weakly grin at him as you still try to make sense that members of the royal family now stand in your familys main hall.

your eyes drift towards your parents who seem just as bewildered and lost as you are. You use the opportunity of lucerys and aemond bickering with one another to slip around them to go stand next to your parents who urge you next to them. “what is happening?” Your mother tilts her head down towards your ear and your eyes widen in horror at her words.

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jacaerys realizes his life ie much quieter today. As he roams around the halls he feels as though he is missing something but he has no clue what. He’s done all his studying, hes sat through the unbearable meeting with cassandra and his mother about the wedding preparations, he did his afternoon training what was missing?

He tried not to think about most things these days. Simply allowing life to pass around him while he keeps a mundane routine but today was truly throwing him off. When he walks into one of the common rooms he stops before cassandra and aegon who seem to be chatting about something at the table but the two stop when jacaery approaches, cassandra even looks embarrassed that jace had walked in on them but he does not acknowledge it. “my sweet nephew! finally done being broody today?”

He rolls his eyes, why does he even bother but as he turns to walk away he freezes and turns back around. “Where is everyone else?” Normally the rest of his siblings and lucerys would all be sitting around with him but only cassandra is there awkward sipping at her chalice full of what he only hopes to be tea.

Aegons grin turns sinister and jacaerys feels a pit of dread grow in his stomach. “oh did you not hear? they left to the reach just this morning. you know, for your tour.” Jacaerys stares in confusion as aegon takes a happy chug from his wine. “the engagement tour.” “i know the tour you speak of.” Aegons chuckles fill the room as cassandra looks back and forth between the two men. “why ever would they leave now? the tyrells are no where near ready to host.”

“oh no. theyre not staying with the tyrells.” jacaerys head turns in confusion while aegon only seems to be happier the more and more this conversation goes on. “did they not tell you? the dunn’s will be hosting them for our stay in the reach. Theyve gone to go hang out with our good friend lady y/n.”

Aegon cannot stop the roar of laughter that bubbles up in his throat at his own words and he folds over in his own fit of laughter. Cassandra looks bewildered by this news and sits up straight. “house dunn? truly? i thought flower hall was a rather, small place.”

Her real feelings about the matter and the state of house dunn and its hall very clear in her expression and tone. She looks over at jacaerys too worried about his reaction to only see a blank look on his face as he looks upon the two of them. Jacaerys rapidly blinks for a moment before he slowly opens his mouth. “how pleasant.” after which he spins on his heel and walks out the room swiftly.

Aegon pouts as he watches jacaerys leave, clearly he had been hoping for a better reaction out of the crowned prince. aegon however turns back towards cassandra with a smirk. “bah who cares about all that though right? lets go back to what we were talking about.” A blush creeps up on her face as aegon leans towards her the conversation they had just had with jacaerys already gone from her mind.

[danicaliwali]

ooo ok what about leo valdez x apollo! Reader where she’s really artsy and she makes this rlly pretty suncatcher and repair boy is like😍

Im answering my favourite of the inbox because im having a DAY yall. Anyway!! Please enjoy :>

"Any specific reason you're rootin' through my drawers?" Leo asks, leaning as far back as his chair will let him. His brown eyes shone amber in the light of the cabin.

"Nuh uh" the odd, hunched over creature replied, still crouched down with it's head in the desk.

Leo hummed, nodding as if that clearded everything up. "Any... specific thing you're looking for?"

The thing hummed before poking it's head up to reveal Leo's favourite Apollo kid. "Either some wire, or something shiny?"

Leo nodded again. "That's pretty on brand for you," he said, holding back a chuckle before shifting foreward once more. You couldn't see him, since he was behind the wall, but you heard the familiar rustle.

"Tadaaa!!" He beamed, excitedly rolling his chair back, holding a roll of copper wire up like some priceless tiara. He moved foreward, rolling the chair closer on his feet to hand it to your crouched form. "Anything else mi amor?" He hummed, cupping your jaw to kiss your forehead as he held the spool out to you.

You leaned into his warm, gentle touch. Pressing a kiss to his palm as you think. "Ive got some glass i need to cut and buff. Could i borrow your dremel tool?"

Leo paused, blinking at you a few times.

"What the fuck are you making?!"

"I DON'T QUESTION YOU!"

Leo sighed, running a greasy hand through his already greasy hair. it had been only a day and a half since you left the bunker. Leo had been alone for longer, but after he had grown accustomed to your happy presence bursting through the door, he quite missed you.

You weren't really known for vanishing like he was, but he knew you were working on something. He assumed it was for him, based off how little you told him, but this just... wasn't you. The worry was beginning to eat him alive when-

"LEOLEOLEO!" you called, pushing through the door with your shoulder.

He jumped, but quickly processed your cheery voice. "WHAT WHAT WHAT?!"

It was about 10pm, and you seemed to be fairly hyper. It was cute though, the way you bounced on your heels, beaming at him as you held a vertical box behind your back.

You took a breath, still beaming as you set the box on his desk, "Ok- so i started to feel really really bad that you always make me stuff, but I never make you stuff so-" you gently waved his hand away, now holding the box again to keep him off it. "-so I got thinking and I remembered the iddy biddy lil window in that room in the back and-" "ok baby," Leo stood, chuckling as he put his hands on your shoulder (getting black oil on your favourite hoodie) "Normally, I'd never interrupt your rants, but I think if you don't take a breath, you'll pass out"

He watched you take a deep breath, giggling as you made excessive eye contact, to emphasize how stupid you decided breathing was. Eventually, you gave up on the rant, and handed him the box with a smile.

He opened the box, cocking a faux-skeptical brow, before the gift was revealed.

It was a few scrap beads, red and orange and yellow, dangling below a stick Leo thought was cool. You found it on a walk, and he deemed it cool enough to stay in your cabin. There were a few bits of broken glass you managed to safely sand down and polish, even adding more and more sides to the reflective bits and bobs, he noticed some screws and bolts that had been through some evident scrubbing. He had never gotten a gift like this... with as much care and effort as he always put in.

The sun catcher was amateur, and it certainly wasn't professional, but it was from you. It had his favourite colours, a cool looking stick, and overall, love.

He looked up again, not realizing just how many tears he had in his eyes, "Th- thAnK yoU..." he sniffled, mentally kicking himself for the voice crack.

"Of course mi amor" you mutter softly, nodding as you move closer. You didn't really understand just how hard the nickname hit him. Way to kick him when he was down.

He moved forward to hug you, the hanging wire still dangling from the hand that now clutched at your shirt, shoving his face into the crook of your neck.

ok sorry yall, I know it took long!!! im working on the other things in my in box I SWEARR

[stellar-skyy]

Hellooo!! May I please request Зима as a lover? Just sweet fluff with how he caught feelings, how he expresses his love, silly things about him, headcanons, etc. I hope this wasn't too confusing and I'm super sorry if I broke one of the rules, you can just ignore this if I did. Thank you so much nevertheless!!

WINTER ADRIFT — Zima x reader.

i. SUMMARY: Zima as a lover. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! iii. NOTES: Fluff, so fluffy, headcanons, gn!reader, 0.7k words. iv. A/N: Hiii anon!! I was really happy to write this, I love this silly little man. Thank you for the request! ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ

Zima is a very serious looking person. He doesn’t smile often, his words are few and far between, and when he does speak it is quiet and under his breath.

Despite this somewhat intimidating appearance, Zima is a very soft person at heart. He adores his little bird, his notebooks filled with scribbled poetry and other writings, and of course you. 

You, who appeared in his life as quickly as rainfall, bringing a certain light that he’d never experienced before. You, who split his life into two: the Before, and the After.

Before, he was a lonely poet wandering the Far East, with no one but wild animals to keep him from complete isolation. There was only his bird, his poems. It was a quiet life, one that let loneliness seep in far too quickly for his liking, but it was predictable and calm.

And then came the After. Before, he didn’t mind the solitude. But After—After, he couldn’t bear it, because he’d finally gotten a taste of what it was like to not be alone.

Zima’s days turned from sitting still for hours, writing diligently in his notebook, to walking alongside you through trees, watching the snow fall against his windows together, and baking bread in a kitchen far too small for two.

He fell for you very quickly, even if it took a while for him to realize it. It was only when he reflected upon his notebook and its contents, and noticed the sheer amount of writings dedicated to you. He doesn’t quite focus on his work after he’s penned it, so it was easy enough for the poems to be composed and then tucked away into his mind without realizing how many of them were a reflection on his feelings towards you.

By the time the two of you were properly together, he had already written enough to spill the contents of his heart ten times over.

He’s a very early riser, so he always ends up waking up before you. When he wakes up, he likes to look over at you; to watch your chest rise and fall in a careful rhythm, and observe the way your lips slightly part with every puff of breath. He’ll brush a hand over your forehead first, moving any loose strands of hair out of the way, before pressing a quick kiss to it.

Physical affection isn’t easy for him—in fact, he’s rather shy about it. He would prefer to hold your hand or chastely kiss your cheek rather than be overly affectionate, but if you ask for a hug or kiss, he won’t refuse.

(He gives amazing hugs. Just tight enough to feel secure without being restricting, and warm enough to keep away the winter chill.)

Even if he wants to shower you in sweet words and compliments, he isn’t flawless in the language and sometimes his speech fails him. Talking out loud is more difficult than writing, so the loving compliments he does give you are to be treasured.

Instead of words, he leaves you with gifts. A poem, dedicated to you. Wildflowers, picked from the snow and tied together with a ribbon. Baked foods, each more delicious than the last.

He’ll spend hours with you, not talking, just existing in the same space as him. If you sit with him long enough, you’ll be able to hear quiet mumbles under his breath as he becomes fully absorbed in his writing.

He knew he loved you as soon as the animals became as comfortable around you as they were around him. It began with his bird, who despite being all but glued to his side ever since they had met, decided to land on top of your head and settle in your hair. Next came the rabbits, and the ferrets, and then all of the rest of the creatures.

Those animals were his companions, his friends. It was inevitable they would love you just as much as he did, and seeing them warm up to you so quickly was only further proof that you were the one for him.

Seeing you sitting there, with his bird nestled into the crook of your neck, a fox curled on your lap and an elk resting at your side…

He can’t think of a moment where he’s felt more content.

“Hmm? What are you smiling about?”

“Ah… it is nothing… you simply look… perfect."

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[zorosq]

obsession (ii) ; black leg sanji

↻ stalking, established relationship, umm... its unsettling?, creepy behavior, grammatical error (i wrote this while being sleepy)

↻ pairing ↬ sanji x fem!reader!

a/n an anon asked me to make a continuation of this oneshot and ive been putting it off for a while now... and i think right now im good to go since i finally got the motivation to actually write something LMAO (this sets before sanji & y/n date)

sanji felt a bit guilty for creeping up in your room while you're asleep. but he's sure you will understand that he did it because of his love for you. he was practically giving heart eyes when he saw your sleeping form. though that wasn't his goal when he decided to sneak into your room.

he wanted to know what you were like ― what your private sanctuary looks like. his eyes trailed at every picture, every books, every notes. everything about you is so... you.

deep inside, he was fighting the urge to get a piece of you. just as a souvenir. surely you would understand it, right? he means well. slowly, he opened one of your drawers containing your shirts. the gods were giving him the best gift. taking one of your clothes, he buried his face in it, inhaling your comforting smell.

his eyes wandered back over your station. the jeweleries that's been put in place neatly by you. he just knows that you spent meticulous hours in organizing it. you would look so pretty in it. he could already imagine it without even seeing you in it.

this is what it means to be in love.

.

you had somehow managed to get away from the toxic relationship with sanji, even moving away to a new city. your friends had helped you get away from him and as usual, not a single call from your parents.

though you were too careless. how can you think that you had gotten away from him when he is not in jail or... dead?

you were surprised to find him waiting for you inside your new apartment with a cigarette in between his lips. "sweetheart... why did you leave me?" he huffed out the smoke, looking at you with a betrayed expression. "i promise i will never do anything that upsets you if you come back to me..." sanji stepped closer to you, a disappointed glint appearing in his eyes that quickly disappears when he saw you back away from him.

"i love you... can't you see that you're hurting me?" his voice almost came out whiny, face scrunching slightly as if to show how much in pain he is. "say something!" he raised his voice, quickly apologizing afterwards. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you..."

he was so close to you by now. just inches away from you. his cigarette were long forgotten on the floor as his hand trembles slightly when he moved his hand to caress your face. "please, don't hurt me..." you clenched your eyes shut, afraid of any pain that he might want to inflict upon you. "oh, sweetheart... i would never hurt you," he cupped your cheeks in his hands.

"stay with me, please," it wasn't exactly a plea. it was more of a demand. he wouldn't let you say no anyway. he would always find a way to get back into your life.

[yinyuedijun]

hi miss mao. i read the aventurine fic and ouagdjckkekcjcns. oh your brain…………. physically im sitting on my chair, mentally im face down in a pool because i feel like ive just had my doors kicked down and gotten grabbed by the throat for one of the greatest psychological reads of my life ??? /pos

aven’s relationship with avgin………… oh he just like me fr. i too cannot lie in my mother tongue (strange to call it that honestly, because i’m terrible at speaking it, but it’s the language my people speak and the ones who came before so it’s mine, my mother tongue, my mother’s tongue, mine) because for life reasons i was raised an english speaker, made to speak it because it’s the best way to ‘succeed’ and other fun post-colonial things. english is casual and everyday to me so the part where aven thinks about how he can’t say “i love you” in avgin because it feels too raw and too real and too honest is so,,,,,,, LAHSHDHDKSJDJD MISS MAO IM GOIGN INSANE /pos

and that dream sequence……….. is it crazy to say that ive dreamt the same? and that part about kakavasha actually listening and changing because he never had to become aventurine in this beautiful dream and he can be genuine and truthful OHHHHH MISS MAO you are making me, woman lover 9000, soggy about a man /pos

arghhh this is such a disjointed ask sorry but i just needed to spill my guts about it a little alsjcjkdsod as an apology i will leave u w a little linguistic gift; in malay, the phrase ‘i love you’ is said (formally) as ‘saya cintakan awak’. ‘cinta’ is perhaps our stronger word for ‘love’, but what i feel is the best part about ‘cintakan’ or the suffix ‘kan’ is that it denotes a current action. therefore, while ‘saya cintakan awak’ can be translated as ‘i love you’, it also can mean, in full, ‘i love you and i actively choose to love you’ :))

SEV.... I'm grabbing you by the shoulders im shaking you u don't know how much this feedback means to me 😭 when I wrote this I was so curious about how you'd find the fic because of our prev interactions where you'd mentioned being one gen away from colonialism, and how you'd be interested in a fic about cultural loss. I really didn't want to disappoint you and it makes me so happy that the fic resonated with you !!!!! thank you so much for sharing your experiences w me, I loved hearing about how you related to the fic.

I also will say. I find it very funny that you relate to the dream sequence because I based it on my experiences!!! the more I forgot my language the less I dreamed in it, and now I almost never do. but on the rare occasions where I do, I'm always in the context where the language was dominant in my life - as a child, with my family. I had always wondered if this was just a me thing or not LOL so it is very interesting that you relate !!! maybe it is a thing with all bilingual speakers. (ALSO I'm sorry for making you care about a man 💔)

OYUYGGGHDMSHS THAT FACT ABOUT MALAY 😭😭😭 I love hearing about the ways that "I love you" translate to other languages. it hits so different depending on which one you're functioning in. it occurs to me that if you contextualize the fic that way wherein the Avgin version is so specific and intentional, like Malay, it's no wonder that aventurine can't bring himself to say it....... o-(--<

[freakingweirdo]

okay so ive always had a very strong proclivity towards obsession. anyway earlier this year o went on a trip to the mall and lifted a FUCK ton of stuff. 90% of that i ended up giving to my friends bc idk i mostly just had fun stealing im not a very big trinket person. anyway. so my i sent my ex this 12 pound package of a bunch of shit i lifted she loved it she asked me to date her that day . no we werent even dating before i did that iwas just fixated i get fixated on people and things. so that was fun great day it makes me happy when people like my gifts you know i feel like a dragon settled in my hoard to see people proudly display things that i gave them it’s a good feeling.

so lalala that was good a few months later she broke up with me. and before that i sent her a letter i spent. over a month working on five pages front and back fuck ton of stickers and stuff i tried to make you know just for her. and i sent that and she never picked it up. it was over a month between me sending it and her breaking up with me and she never picked it up and the hurts u know

bc i did spend. significantly more time and effort on that letter than i did on her package full of shit i stole during a trip that lasted like 3 days. and it was . she still never picked it up though we “remain friends” technically. she also blocked me on tumblr even though she said she wants to be friends still so whatever i can say whatever i want here.

i brought it up to her after we broke up and she was like ooh haha my mental health is bad (too bad to go to the mailbox in over 2 months or ask her dad who also lives with her to go to the mailbox?? and they havent gotten any mail at all in this time i suppose??) and it’s like at this point i sent that letter almost 2 months ago and i spent more work on that then i ever did the gift that made her want to ask me out and it’s like Okay! Right! having spent so much time and effort on making her something she hasnt picked up it’s like. how am i supposed to be friends with her i cannot do it unless she reads my goddamn letter im sorry like i just do not . like talking to her very much anymore

[ghoulangerlee]

For the asks! 🖇🍄🌺!!

🖇 what are your favorite asks to answer

lmao stuff about me? i dont know!!! uh gosh, i'd say i love to answer asks about my writing or anything creative ive taken on. i love to answer general questions about things. idk once i got someone who sent me an ask about a computer issue they were having and we worked that out through dms haha. but i also just love general chit chat asks too like, i dont think you could ever go wrong sending me something though I might take six business years to respond haha

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?

Honestly, part of me says that if I could go back, I'd never agree to work for my aunt in 2016 and thus, I'd never agree to work for her again in 2017 after cutting contact with her back in 2013. I'd never have agreed to move into the house across the street from hers and take care of an ailing family friend and take the blame for every single thing that went wrong even though I did everything she asked. I'd never have agreed to let her control me as much as she did.

Which would be very fair of me to say because that would have been so much time that I wouldn't have had to deal with her but. But. It was also the catalyst to get me out of South Carolina. It was the catalyst to get me to leave the fucking state that made me miserable. So like. I don't know. If I could still have the same outcome without all that heartache and pain, 100%

Otherwise, I'd go back and fucking make sure my name was on the beneficiary list for mom's insurance money so my aunt would have never gotten her stupid little hands on it. So I could already have her a headstone on her grave instead of still struggling to pay it off because no one else in this family will help me. I'd make sure that I had photo copies of the forms showing that my name was on it and that I was the beneficiary to her insurance money. I'd use it to buy mom's headstone, pay off some of her debt and use it to better myself like she wanted me to. Instead of fucking paying it into a dog rescue.

lmao sorry that got a bit mean. im still fucking bitter about that to be honest.

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important

there is a joke in here somewhere about how my kid was born literally 3 days before my birthday and that was probably the greatest gift I ever received in my life, barring i guess, the gift of life, ofc. And by joke I mean I'm 100% serious when I say that that kid is the best thing that's ever happened to me, not to be disgustingly domestic on main. that kid and my husband are both the best gifts that I could have ever gotten in life. not 2 be sappy or anything. i guess if we're talking about a physical non-person gift then it'd be my class ring; it's not technically a "gift" because I picked it out but I count it. It's the last remaining thing that I have that my mom bought me before she passed. It's a white gold ring with my graduation year and a ruby gemstone on it. means the absolute world to me and I'd cry and be distraught if I lost it

[the-offside-rule]

Evan Ferguson (Brighton) - Fairytale of New York

Day 25 of Christmas

In the dimly lit room adorned with twinkling Christmas lights, Y/n watched as Evan's face contorted with frustration during a heated argument at their friend's festive gathering. "I just can't believe you didn't cop that she was flirting with you is all." Y/n said in the bathroom of their friends Christmas party. "She wasn't flirting, she was being friendly." Evan replied. "Yeah, because friendly girls rub your arm all the time, don't they?" Y/n scoffed. "Your friends that are girls kiss your cheek every time you make a shit joke, don't they?" Evan rolled his eyes and opened the door to leave. "I'm not doing this." He mumbled. "No, because you started it." Y/b said, using all her might to shut that door. "I went to talk to Shane and you came over getting all protective!"

"Shane liked you before we started going out." Evan replied simply. "Right? So what about Connor then? Why am I not allowed talk to him?" She asked, infuriated. "That's different! Connor is my friend, I know him and what he's like around girls." Evan said. "What? So you can't trust me then, is it?" Words were exchanged, harsh and unrestrained, echoing against the backdrop of laughter and merriment. "Look, it's not my fault your a jealous bitch, alright?" Y/n was taken aback for a second. Should she put it down to the fact that he was drinking a bit or that he was a complete and utter arsehole? "Fuck this, Evan. Find your own way home!" Y/n said as she opened the door of the bathroom and out to the hall to get her coat. "Where are you going?" Y/n turned to see her friend Dana stood with a glass of prosecco. "I'm gonna head. Ive work in the morning." Y/n smiled, pretending to be alright. "Is Evan gonna head with you?" She asked. Y/n shook her head. Her mouth opened to speak, but just then Evan stormed past, bumping into her. Dana looked between the two. "What happened?" Y/n wrapped her scarf around her neck and opened the door, the cold air offering a temporary respite. "I'll send you a voice note when I get back to my flat." She said, before bidding her fired goodbye and leaving.

As snowflakes gently fell, Y/n found solace in the quiet streets, her mind wrestling with doubts about the future of their relationship. The glittering cityscape seemed to mirror the uncertainty in her heart. Hours passed, each minute feeling like an eternity. She had just gotten home from a horrible Christmaz Eve shift at the restaurant she worked at. Horribke people, a horrible day, and to make it worse, a toddler throwing a small pot of ketchup at her. She turned on the TV, too tired tired even change her black shirt with red stains. She was on the verge of crying and that was until a soft knock on her door interrupted the lonely silence.

She turned the TV down and stood up. Maybe a neighbour was taking care of a package for her. That usually happened when she was at work. She opened the door and Evan stood there, regret etched across his face, clutching meticulously wrapped presents. His gaze met Y/n's, and the weight of the argument seemed to lift. Without words, they found themselves entwined in a heartfelt embrace, a silent agreement to put the disagreements behind them.

"I'm sorry I fucked up during our argument. I'm truly sorry for the things I said." He whispered. "I know. I'm sorry too. It really hurt me." Y/n replied. "I know, and I can't take them back. I was frustrated, and I let it get the best of me. I never meant to hurt you." Evan said as he pulled away from the hug to look down at his girlfriend. "I won't let it happen ever again." She smiled. "Come on. Get inside."

In the warm glow of Y/n's living room, the Christmas tree illuminated the space as Evan presented the carefully chosen gifts. Their conversation began tentatively, with apologies and promises, slowly rebuilding the connection that had momentarily fractured. As the night progressed, the couple found themselves wrapped in blankets, watching movies that held sentimental value.

With the strains of "Fairytale of New York" playing softly in the background, Evan extended his hand to Y/n. "Come on. This song is the reason we're even together." He was of course talking about how they met a few years back at a Christmas party and this song was playing. Y/n so desperately wanted to dance but all of her friends had someone to dance with and then Evan showed up and offered her his hand, much like right now. Y/n smiled and took his hand, before Evan started the pace. In a dance of forgiveness and reconciliation, they moved gracefully across the living room floor, letting the music weave its magic. The lyrics echoed their journey—imperfect, yet filled with the beauty of shared moments.

Outside, snow continued to fall, creating a serene winter wonderland. The world seemed to pause as Y/n and Evan rediscovered the joy of being together. As the clock struck midnight, they stood by the window, gazing at the snow-covered city, grateful for the second chance Christmas had bestowed upon their love.

And so, in the quietude of that magical Christmas Eve, Y/n and Evan found that even after the fiercest storms, love could weather the challenges and emerge stronger, just like the enchanting tale of New York that played softly in the background.

[jupiter-pls]

(look, im sorry idk if read more is still a thing/on the app but i can't see it im hoping tumblr does that auto read more thing if not IM SORRY! i just need things written out for my brain sometimes)

ya girl had a cheeky weekend in amsterdam to have just one good night...and afternoon 🖤🧡🖤 it's been the. best. and i spent it with some wonderful people who im missing so, so much 💖 (there's a group photo of my pals when i had gone on to m&g round 2 with them holding up my art that makes me SOB! 😭 goodest of eggs!) and ill remember it all for a long, long time. got to give dan the new piece after telling/showing him the piece from back at the start of tour needed a companion piece & the reasoning behind it. he was so SO sweet and said how he loves my style, especially with the circles always being used (😭😭😭) and then pointed out the photo backdrop with the eclipse on 🥺 yes 🥺 love a weird wonky dan heart too 🥰 i was a bit annoyed with myself cause i felt/heard myself fully tripping over my words and ugh but! it was really really lovely...

m&g no.2 however! 💖💖💖💖 (look, i panic brought a resale ticket cause i was so nervous about the matinée getting canceled in the wake of the promoters bullshit on this tour and knew i would be beyond heartbroken if it had happened) god, that felt so so special and im going to remember it forever 😭 i got so many laughs out of him and SO MANY HUGS idk what was going on there i guess being able to actually get my words out was the cause? (just lots of thankful words for the tour, meaning i could meet my wonderful friends, the show being something so special & important and that he BELONGS on a stage that is is home!) id been talking myself in & out of taking minnie ears for a photo for WEEKS, would i be ~brave enough to ask for a photo in them? no i couldn't it's too scary! but i found the perf wad aesthetic ones for him and dlp is my favourite place in the world, this was actually important to me! (see me fully not being alright when he got that fleece thing from anaheim disneyland...if u got to meet him in that ur on my list 😭) after a moment from him of "um...what are those?!" and telling him look, it's important! we got a bunch of photos with him declaring "ok these are cute, oh my god we're so cute!" yes! ears are silly & over the top but they are fun! and cute! and make u feel like a kid! told him he probs has no use for them but he can keep them if he'd like (the orange ones...not my prince charming carousel ones!) and he was all 🥺 that's such a sweet gift thank you 🥺 (also this is all backwards, we did the ears photos before everything else). i mentioned while i was so excited for the show again, it was bittersweet as it was my last one and i love that he responded with his whole damn chest that i better make sure i make it to the next tour then...that boy is never going to stop doing shows and i love that for him SO SO MUCH LIVE UR FUCKING DREAM! 😭😭😭

i had a whole lot of feelings during that last show, "embrace the void/one good night" really getting to me after getting that most recent sketch done & all the feelings that went into that and my decision to do it...it's all so much.

ALSO! getting to meet & spend time with some really, really special people ive gotten to know in this fandom and them being what made the weekend so incredibly special 💜 saying goodbye to those folks was hard but they all give the nicest hugs. i really hope i can see them all again in the not too distant future, thank you for making this trip all it was 🥰

tl;dr dan is the best boy in the world and deserves ALL the good things in the universe & i have some incredible people im lucky enough to call my friends 🪐

[bonsai-and-the-suns]

mildly triggered rant about literally nothing lol

tw swearing, 'gIrLbLoGgInG', talk of drama

about to block the tag 'girl' just to get away from all the stupid girl blogging shit

one, i can't fucking relate to any of it, being the sheltered forced christian child i am. no, ive never been to a damn high school party. no ive never done drugs. no ive never drank alcohol. no ive never had sex. no ive never gotten in a fight. no i haven't made any fake friends before. no i haven't been shunned by my school for some stupid drama. no i haven't been bullied before. no ive never dropped anyone. no ive never been to prom. no, ive never had a proper tiktok account. no, ive never had any social media besides wattpad, ao3, pixlart, and tumblr. no i don't listen to taylor swift, or sabrina carpenter, or ariana grande, or most rap, or anything super popular nowadays (besides benson boone). no, ive never finished a monster energy. no, ive never worn a crop top. no, ive never worn a bikini. no, ive never had my stupid makeup done. no ive never been popular. no, ive never had my nails properly done. yes, there only like 3 female artists on my entire playlist of 290 songs. no my siblings and i don't have a cherry happy relationship (there's been death threats). no i don't thirst over actors or cis looking men or women**

no, i haven't lived a 'normal' teenage life. and that's mostly because of my stupid overprotective christian parents. they ruined my fucking high school teenage life. im gonna be a junior next year and 17. im not even a girl anymore, like at all

and two; it's all stupid. drama is a fucking curse. i don't even like hearing about other people's drama. all it does is stress me the literal fuck out and make me cry (yes, at 16 years old).

im sorry about how all this sounds. it's just that stereotypical things piss me off. why? i honestly don't know. i think it's because the fact there's people out there who think you need to reach all these qualifications to be something pisses me off so much. maybe it's the asd (undiagnosed). maybe it's the fact i have extreme social anxiety. maybe it's the fact im something ive been told my entire life is wrong. maybe it's the fact everything i get mildly angsty my dad just shuts me up and doesn't listen to me

not that i crave and need his or my mom's approval

but i tend to think that's where my social anxiety started. my dad shutting me up whenever i said something a little too loud or said something he didn't understand, or stimmed too loud. just an instant shut down

now it's impossible for me to info dump, like other autistics/neurotypicals might. i feel anxious and mildly terrified whenever i try to talk about anything. im worried it's gonna get taken away, since all the past times ive brought something up, and my dad doesn't approve, it's taken away or shot down. ig now im scared that if i speak up in class it's gonna get shot down, or taken away, or im just gonna be a fucking annoyance.

sigh

if that's what being a teenage girl is all about, then i don't fucking want it

*earlier, when talking about all that, im not at all saying you need to have done all those things to be a teenage girl. be who you fucking want, despite what others say. im just posting the first examples that come to my mind. hope i didn't offend someone.

**now i know i simp online a lot over josh. but honestly, it's not really a sexual or romantic attraction. more platonic. all i wanna do is give that man (and mully) a hug. express how much i appreciate them through gifts and touch. no romance or sex. not trying to sound hypocritical. to me, the stereotypical simping and what i feel are completely different

[forexportsonly]

the 3 year trauma

i guess this is the only place i can be honest to you, about the 3 year situationship i had. definitely, it was the toughest, longest and saddest relationship in my life. but there's a catch that i have never told you about, or maybe i covered it up because im afraid that you'd judge me.

so, i fell in love with a girl. someone older than me, someone from work, someone that i am still in contact with despite no longer having romantic feelings for her.

at the start, it was definitely just a rebound, bc before her, i liked another girl. but it started to become more serious when i worked a lot with her. and i would always buy food and drinks for her. it became to a point that i splurge a lot just to see her smile, bc i guess one of my love language is gifting. i love to see people smile and is happy when they receive a gift or yknow, its the thoughts that count.

i was in denial stage for so long, hoping for a miracle, but deep down i do know that i will never have an ending with her.

tbh when we started, ig i still have feelings for her. but not as strong as it used to be. bc i started diverting my attention to you alot, wanting to meet you, hang out with you, and really wanted to get to know you. i become very clingy and needy easily, and that's something really bad imo. bc i felt that that was how we fell apart. you enlisted, you couldn't reply to me 24/7, you couldn't meet me whenever i wanted you to, i know i should have stood stronger but i am sorry, i crumble too easily.

perhaps you will never believe, but i have never tried to date someone else during that period. i was fighting my inner self so hard to not disturb you, knowing that your training times would be tougher and you don't have much spare time during the first few months of enlistments. and i knew that being isolated was a shit feeling, so i really don't blame you for drifting away, and losing feelings. i couldn't be there for you during your worst, and i couldn't be there to celebrate your success.

i always wondered, if we get back together ever again, will we still have this issue between us? but how, if all i wanted was you. i really wanna fight so hard for you to stay, i really wished the ending was us, but i know, im too difficult to be loved.

anyway back to her, i officially moved on and let her go out of my heart this year march when i knew she was seeing someone. and i wanted to heal myself before going back to you. i know, it sound like im using you as a rebound. but i knew you were really special to me. so i tried so hard to become better before trying to even talk to you.

i let down my ego, i tried to communicate more, but i felt that there was always a barrier between us le. you didn't want to communicate as much as before, which i understand and i respect it. but yknow, bad communication is really the end to many things. i know you know, but i can't force you to do it either. so i thought so, if you wanna let go, i don't wanna hold you back either.

may to august is not a really really long period, but that period i cried almost everyday, hoping to forget what happened, hoping to just start afresh like really fresh. but, i could never mend the pain i caused to you,

when i went to batam in august, i went to one of the temple and prayed yk, and asked questions. i asked 3 times and the answers ive gotten the 3 times i asked, was a 'no'.

i asked the god, if there will be a future between us. being an overthinker and someone that just hope you come back, i asked again when i came back sg.

4 times tho, and when i decided to let go, you asked if i wanted to try again. and i felt that, it was the first time you asked, so i gave it a shot. but i felt like things were the same. im really not sure if im expecting too much from you or are you just playing with me around. and i gave up again.

this time, you said you have a girlfriend now, and you love her a lot. ngl, it broke me. blaming myself for losing you and pushing you away when all i wanted was you. but, i guess there is no point in regretting that i have lost you.

i wish you nothing but the best, and i hope she loves you a lot, more than you love her.

someday, i hope you might think back of me and smile, but if not, it's okay. you deserve so much happiness.

i love you, weijun

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

It's like the thing with William Afton is that he kinda sees his kids as an. Extension of him. His pride and joy and when Davie died he was kinda like, well fuck me that was Thing Number 3 I cared about next to Thing 1 The Springbonnie Suit and Thing 2 The Springbonnie Suit again. Hell maybe his kids isn't even the top ten things he genuinely cares about but to an extent it hurt him in some way. Maybe a bruised ego idfk

I would believe that grief can lead you to doing Nutso things like starting to kill children because what if he killed Charlie out of jealousy, Henry has a kid, I don't. I fucking hate Micheal and David/Evan was the only one that mattered, even though he was being a bit of a helicopter parent to Davie anyways.

Killed Charlie, thought it was fun, does it again, found out some shit about Remnant/Agony and the idea that he could probably bring lil Davie back it was a one two combo for him to just go Insane. I say the thing about Evan/Davie because of the "I will put you back together again" line from FNAF 4

I mean there was also that part in the movie where Vanessa just has a picture of her dad in the suit and her holding Mike's lil bro bro's airplane so that was like. A sick twisted way of him keeping Garrett's toy like a hunting trophy and giving his daughter a "gift" because she's useful to him or something. Btw the Springbonnie suit matters above all else to him I think this is just canon

This man is a sick sick individual but he only really "cares" about his children when they're there to. Feed his big fat ego

That's kinda my take on how much he would remotely care about his kids

I'm sorry it's 2am and if I misconstrued something i wanted to share my own two cents on the topic of Will and his kids. And his murderyness.

Also i've been sending you a few things on anon so I'm just calling myself Ballpit anon as an indicator jdkwjdjw

first YEA def springbonnie is EXTREMELY important to William, people say springbonnie is an extension of him but its more like it literally just IS him. its the vessel in which he expresses himself, a second skin if you will. William afton and springbonnie r intrinsically tied to each other,,

second ermmmm yea im. im not interested in debating whether or not he does care about his kids or if hes capable of loving them r whatever etc etc. i think its obvious he does its just the WAY he does and how people want to protray that thats off and wrong to me. no matter what your opinion of him is you CANNOT put 'normal' principles and whatever onto him it just doesn't fucking work, he doesn't operate on Normal Citizen logic he operates on William Afton logic its just that shrimple to me.

i agree that he thinks of his kids as an extension of him, and most of his thing w even is an egotistical thing. idk how..... i feel about the charlie thing ............ just yet. ik in the books they made william an obsessive over henry and in that context it makes sense but as ive said before: i haven't read them. and i have yet to see where in the game text that he specifically has a weird thing with henry, at least in the same sense, yknow what i mean.

yea im not saying that like, grief cannot push you to do smth that drastic. like at all. im.just saying most people DONT. like as a guy whose unfortunately had quite a few child deaths in the family like, me or my relatives never became child murderers yknow ?!?! hsjshsbdb and besides that i just dont think it was that big of a motivation for william specifically, or else we wouldve gotten more of that part of him in the text ya know. like from what we know his grief, at least in the fandom typical sense isnt that relevant.

and the way its phrased in fnaf 4 too, i will put you back together. not i will heal you r smth, he sees people as objects, akin to machines. im just saying this doesn't SOUND like the average father sad that his human son died, this is like smth youd say to a toy that broke. in THIS CONTEXT, the way most ppl say he cares abt his kids is wrong to me. anyways

also the hating michael thing...... where exactly does this come from............ squints,,, i have onions i could share abt this but ill save it.

but anyways yea, this is basically what i was saying minus a couple of ur points. i think the evan thing is mostly a matter of ego than anything when looking at the games. i thumbs up 👍

[1358456]

Pokemon Crystal "Free to Play" Run Part 2

Back again. Had to restart the game, and picked Totodile this time so I can actually cross bodies of water.

So the random egg I get from this guy contains a random pre-evolution of a Generation I Pokemon. I don't remember all of them, but... I guess that means I can get Pichu, Cleffa, Igglybuff, Magby, Elekid, Smoochum, ... Tyrogue? Hmm... Well, as long as I don't get any of the first three... Time to save before picking up the egg and try over and over and over!

And after about 12 Cleffas, 2 Pichus, and 4 Igglybuffs...

... Shiny. A random "encounter" shiny of a garbage Pokemon that I would never want under any circumstances. "But a Clefable is pretty good!" ... Yeah. After it got the Fairy typing, and with access to moves. So... nope. Reload!

And after about another 10 Cleffas, 3 Pichus, and an Igglybuff...

... Another one. I kid you not. And another f*cking Cleffa at that. I don't know how RNG works in Generation II, so I can't tell if this is the result of hitting two separate shiny frames, or I just hit the same one twice. Either way, f*cking random ass shiny Cleffas!

I did once say that I had tremendous luck in running into random shiny Pokemon. And that I would much rather have that luck in practical situations, like... not missing Rock Slide 3 times in a row. Well, here's another instance of that. I would rather have gotten an Elekid or Magby MUCH sooner than hatching TWO freaking shiny Cleffas.

Another 6 Cleffas and 3 Pichus later...

FINALLY! I'll take it! ... Not shiny, but eh, I don't care. Shiny depends on IVs in Generation II, and the possible IVs are hot garbage anyways.

Well, time to face Whitney again. And just like last time, I only have one Pokemon I can use for this. And this time, I don't have access to Smokescreen.

That said, the only reason why Miltank becomes devastating is because of Rollout snowballing out of control. So... let's just not let it snowball.

Easy. What a scrub.

And it turns out, by going through Mt. Mortar, I can get to Mahogany Town without using Surf. Not that I can get to Red Gyarados since... I don't have Surf.

Who died and made this prick the boss of this place? Go spend time to do some sightseeing? Don't tell me what to do! And what sightseeing? There's nothing in this town! In Generation I and II, NPCs block your path for nonsensical reasons. "I'm thirsty. So the city's closed."

Time to go get Surf. Since I actually can use it.

Oh ho, the dance theatre! Time to get on that stage and show 'em what I got!

Yoi, yoi, yoi, YOI! SAMURAI ENBU~! ... Oh. I'm not performing? ... Fine. I'll just beat up those who's upstaging me.

... F*cking Jolteon. At least my team isn't critically weak to... wait. Feraligatr, Togepi, Fearow. ... Damn. I might as well be critically weak to Jolteon. Hence the importance of the Magby here. Even if it is garbage until level 30. At least this Jolteon is level 17, and not 65.

Hey, this is that gate that shakes you down when you try to pass. But...

I literally have no money. I am dead broke, and I don't have the "Treasure Hunt" ability that Kasuga Ichiban has to dig for spare change under vending machines. What happens now? ... Oh. "Please pay what you have." ... Well, the joke's on them, I guess. My gift to them is the sense of shame for trying to shakedown someone who has no money at all. Like those thugs in Judgment who try to pickpocket Yagami during a fight. If you have no money at all, they try to pickpocket and then finding nothing, they just give you a pat on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, dude."

... So Chuck's Poliwrath... used Dynamicpunch 5 times. And it hit me 5 times. How. This is the kind of sh*t I had to deal with in Pokemon games for like 15 years. How about I don't hatch two shiny Cleffas, and instead, I avoid being hit by every Dynamicpunch, Supersonic, and Hypnosis?! Just a thought.

1/2 chance of getting hit by 1 Dynamicpunch. 1/2^5 = 1/32 chance of being hit by all 5. ... I have "prevailed" in worse odds before. Like... the game Cho-Han in Yakuza. "Even or Odd?" 50% success chance, and I lost 11 times in a row. 1/2^11 = 1/2048. ... And of course, the odds of 1 random shiny, which is a select few IV combinations out of all possible IV combinations which I believe gets simplified to 1/2^13 = 1/8192.

Anyways. After all that bullsh*t, I have access to Fly. And since I have Surf, Strength, and Flash (and Rock Smash), I can try to get Tyrogue! ... I think. The guy who gives you Tyrogue is the guy who gives you Hitmonchan/lee in Generation I, but he's training somewhere in Johto. Mt. Mortar, I think? And I also need to find things like Carbos and Calcium to raise the friendliness of the Eevee to get an Espeon. So... time to scour the map.

... Where the f*ck am I now... I think these were Crystal version additions to the Unown puzzles. And each of these give me... bitter medicine, which LOWERS friendliness. ... F*cking useless ass Unowns... I have bad memories of completing the Unown Dex in Gold version. And getting all of them in Platinum version too because I apparently did not learn my lesson. Never again.

I have scoured all of the currently accessible caves, and... nothing. No Tyrogue. ... Do I need Waterfall? If that's the case, then the hell with Tyrogue. I'll have a Dratini at that point. Time to progress, I guess.

... How does this guy know what medicine with work on Ampharos, if he doesn't know what the Ampharos is sick with? "I got just the thing." ... Do you, though?

Just go buy a Full Restore, lady. "Will that mystery medicine work?" ... Sure. It ain't my Ampharos. ... I would absolutely try it on my Ampharos though. For science! "Oh, that killed it. ... Ehn. I can just go get another one."

Huh. So Togetic CAN use Fly! ... Then I guess that Fearow is garbage now. I guess I'll finish the delivery quest, and... oh right. The purpose was to deliver the mail that was attached to it... that I sold. Whoops. Go file a missing delivery claim or something. That Fearow will soon be going in the box where it will stay there for eternity. ... That Shuckle too. That sucker gave me one for no reason at all. I think he'll want it back later. What are the odds he gets it back? "It's mine now. I don't know where it is."

So is this guy like... not pissed that he lost to me over and over and I kept calling him a worthless piece of garbage that's not worth the stain on my shoes? ... Is he... a masochist? ... Go to the red light district in Goldenrod or something. Surely someone would be willing to step on him.

Random worthless goons don't get special intros. This is years before this dude became promoted to being a named admin in HGSS. In GSC, he's a nameless "Rocket Admin". Then again, all the named Rocket Admins in HGSS were nameless in GSC, and not all were admins! That dude with a Koffing in the Slowpoke Well was just a grunt! Probably because of that, I still don't remember their names.

Huh. So if I just make a beeline to Blackthorn without bothering with the Rocket takeover of Goldenrod Radio Tower, Claire just abandons her job. Great.

So now I can finally get an Espeon, stomp through the Goldenrod Radio Tower because dealing with a kanto yakuza invasion is apparently the job of a kid, murder Suicune because it's not a gift, and then finally take down Claire. And...

Hooray, another gift! ... One that needs to be level 55 before it becomes useful! ... Oh boy. Exp Share on that thing, and I have saved all the Rare Candies I came across for this reason. ... I have 3. Hmm... It'll be useful by the time I get to Red, I guess.

Oh right. I forgot that's what it was called. Yes, the Tojo Clan has fallen. Even the HQ is burned down in 8.

The kan of kanto. If I remember, in HGSS, there's another gate in the west end of Cianwood City. So that truly leads to the kansai of Pokemon world. And then Johto becomes chuubu.

I keep accelerating the emulator speed in every battle so the play time is insane. "You seem to understand how to use Pokeballs!" ... Do I, though?

... Do I know you? "Can I have my Pokemon back?" Dude, I don't even know who you are.

Is it really being robbed if you just hand over the thing unwarranted? ... Well, yes, since he said it was temporary. But I didn't ask for the Shuckle. He just gave it to me. This fool handed over a Shuckle to the asshead "rival", which he's not using at all. And then he gave his other Shuckle to me because of paranoia, which I'm not using at all. And neither of us is giving it back. So I guess there is something in common...

Well then. Off to Kanto. This fool can just sit in his house, regretting his life choices.

Yes. He's not being paid to dick around. Similar to how we're not paying our employees for 45 minute bathroom breaks every day, on top of regular 30 minute break times.

... Come to think of it... I've never been on a cruise ship before. But... is it possible for random people to just wander up to the captain's quarters? Somehow I doubt that very much. And yet, here we are in Generation I and II...

So this is the Machop that people once said that if you talk to it twice and then check your Coin Case, the game crashes. I never bothered with it but I might as well now.

And... nothing. Figures. Then again, people have said that you got Mew in Generation I by completing the Pokedex, or getting a level 100 Sandslash to use Strength on that truck in the harbor. And that you got Celebi in Generation II by completing the Pokedex or by breeding a Meganium with an Abra. Someone once said that you could get a Celebi by getting the C, E, L, E, B, I Unowns in your party and then talking to the Ilex Forest Shrine. There has been a lot of bullsh*t. The only way to get Celebi without the event is by glitching a Sneasel or a Sneasel Egg. I had a Celebi with Outrage in my Gold version!

Well then. Now that I'm in Kanto, that's a good place to stop for now.

[panfluidme]

Growin' Up Wrong (Donnie's Story)

Master Post, Chapter Five

I apologize if I didn't convey the two kids properly. I am really bad at writing kids (I am working on getting better though, so be patient, lol).

CHAPTER SIX: BIRTHDAY IN THE HOSPITAL

It was Donnie's sixth birthday, but it held a somber mood over their heads instead of the joyful ones of the past. Donnie's didn't have many friends, so he didn't throw a massive party, but that never bothered him in the past. He had April and that's all he needed.

But the lack of friends wasn't the problem.

No, it was the diagnosis he had gotten the month before. It was the fact that he was spending his birthday in the hospital. It was that his head was constantly being stabbed.

Donnie just wanted to go home and eat cake with his family just like every other birthday he's had.

He didn't want to be in the hospital. He wanted to be in his own room where it was safe. He didn't want to see the doctors and them tell him that he was going to be okay. He wanted to cuddle up with his dad and watch a Lou Jitsu movie.

Too many things were changing too fast. He didn't want that. He wanted things to stay the same. He wanted to feel the comfort of knowing what to expect next.

Splinter, Carol, Kirby, and April came into the room. In each of their hands, there was a different gift for Donnie. One of the doctors followed them in, a cake in her hands.

"Happy birthday, Donnie," Dr. Huntley said softly.

Donnie stared at her then looked at his feet that were covered by the white blanket on his bed. He didn't feel like celebrating when there wasn't much to celebrate for.

"So, we decided that you get to decorate your room however you want."

"Why?"

"Because you're going to be spending a lot of time in here. Might as well have a room you like the look of." Dr. Huntley set the cake down. "You'll feel more comfortable."

"I don't wanna stay here! I wanna go home!"

"I know, Donnie, but we need to be able to help you. Having you stay here for a while will allow us to do just that."

Donnie pouted and crossed his arms. "I don't need help! I just healthy!"

"Donatello," Splinter said softly as he sat in the chair next to the bed. "I know you don't don't like this, but you're sick. You need help. Eventually, you'll be able to get out of here and stay at home."

He grunted. "Fine. But just cause you said so."

"Thank you."

April climbed into bed with him. She frowned as she got a good look at her surrogate cousin.

His face had lost some color and tears rested in his eyes from the pain his head held. IVs were in his arms and a heart monitor was connected to his pointer finger. She's only seen him sick once or twice as he had an insane immune system, so it was scary seeing him so sick.

"Donnie?"

He looked at her and grinned. "April!"

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." Donnie grabbed her hands. Hers were warm, while his were like ice. Donnie's hands usually did feel colder than a normal human's did, but they were so much colder than normal. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault, Don-Don. I know you didn't want this."

"I'm still sorry. I know you dun't wanna see me like this," he said with a small sniffle.

"I don't, but it's not your fault." April put her forehead against his. "And you're gunna be okay. You're super strong!"

"I am?"

"Uh huh! Super strong?"

"If you heal up well, you'll be able to start training at my dojo," Splinter cut in softly.

Dr. Huntley nodded. "But you've gotta get healthy. Which I know you can do. April's right, you're super strong."

"You think?"

"Yep."

Donnie grinned and giggled. "Thank you."

"No problem. Do you want to open your presents?"

"Yeah!"

Chapter Seven