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devildomdoofus · 4 years ago

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Winter Storm

Part 1

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[ angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, survival, near death experiences, mentions of blood/bleeding, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers ]]

Authors Note (sorry it’s long):

My sincerest apologies for how long you all had to wait!! I’m hoping what I’ve created was worth it. Because each brothers’ pieces were rather extensive especially being on mobile, I’ve decided to divide them into two parts where part one includes the four eldest brothers and part two includes the remaining. This is also to test the waters a bit and see if my writing style is decent enough to continue or if there are changes that need to be made before posting part two. Also, I purposefully wrote “cliffhangers” because I felt that, as reader, you should be able to decide MC’s fate for yourself according to your personal tastes/moods/etc. I hope it doesn’t come off as lazy.. it was intentional so that you may enjoy the content to the fullest and take it in the direction that you choose and not the author.CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!! Good, bad, or indifferent, your feedback will help me write better for you in the future so you can enjoy my content to the upmost extent!! ALSO: If the spacing is weird with the paragraphs and such, I’m very sorry but for the time being, I have no idea how to fix that considering I’m on mobile and there’s only so much the app allows me to do. Anyway, I hope you all dig what I dish out! Thanks again for your patience, support, and understanding!! -DevildomDoofus

UPDATE (2-19-2021): Part 2 is out!! Unfortunately I don’t have enough content to make a master list quite yet but until then, forgive me, but you’ll have to search my blog using the hastag “devildomdoofus” or “my posts.” Don’t worry, I’ll get my blog in order eventually, I’m just a little slow with these kinds of things 😅 thank you for your patience and understanding!!

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue:

One word, a pair of twinkling eyes, and a pouty lip was all it took for you to convince him to vacation with you up in the human world. Maybe a few more ‘fluffy’ words and a bigger pout had to be used on Lucifer, as his paranoia was, more often times than not, justified by his brothers’ antics so... he needed further convincing.

When you two arrive at the cabin that you were to stay in for the week, you eyed the place over and it was rather beautifully decorated and cozy enough to never set foot outside for eternity, but with the wonderland that was just right outside your door, how could you not? By the celestial realm, it was like a dream. The ground was carpeted with fresh sheets or large comforters, rather of glistening white snow that reached just above your ankles, so soft to the touch that it could almost be compared to the cushy feel of Belphegor’s favorite pillow. The mighty mountains reach up to graze their fingers through the few clouds that wisp across the bluest skies... have they always been this blue? The nearby forest that towered over all, beckoned you to join them in their dance with the gentle wind. In other words, you HAD to explore! You set out on a solo trip to get aquatinted with your surroundings and take pictures to reminisce about later, while the one you came with unpacked your belongings to get rightfully settled in. You promised you wouldn’t wander far, just enough to really take in the scenery before venturing further out together. As a precaution, you dug markings on nearby trees as you tread and left stones in consistent, peculiar piles so that in the event of an emergency, any who might have to come looking for you would notice these things and easily be able to follow in your footsteps. Well, more or less, considering the clouds had secretly huddled up above you for another gentle snow shower and are now covering up your footprints. No worries though, right? You left plenty of stone piles and tree markings and you’re not even that far from the cabin. Someone could surely find you if you needed them to. You pushed onward, too entranced by the world around you to turn back now.

As time passed, storm clouds gathered faster than a pack of hungry wolves over a freshly fallen corpse and this became your cue to hurry home. To your dismay, you couldn’t find ANY of the markings you left on the trees or ANY of the stone piles you made. Ok, that’s not great but everything’s fine. The trick is to not panic. Maybe you just wandered a little farther of the beaten path than you realized. You’ll surely find your way back. As you searched high and low for your markings, the wind began to pick up, howling furiously in your ear and the once gently drifting little snowflakes became hardened, frosted hornets, stinging your face until they bit through your exposed skin and caused you to bleed. So much snow and ice, you could barely see 2 feet in front of you and could hardly lift your legs high enough to move forward as the levels of snow quickly rose to just above your knee. You had packed and dressed for whatever these snowy mountains could throw at you, but nothing could protect you from the fury of a raging blizzard for long. Pain from the dropping temperatures began at the tips of your toes and fingers and the longer you tried to find your way back, the more the pain spread and the harder it was to move anything at all. Everything inside of you, every fiber of your being was screaming for you to stop, for the pain was becoming too great but you just HAD to make your way back or you would surely die out here. These thoughts were starting to make you panic. Just as you were thinking it couldn’t get any worse, the wind grew even stronger and was starting to knock you to your knees. At this rate, you were causing more harm than good to yourself, perilously trying to toughen it out. Instead, you decided to find a makeshift shelter, just strong and big enough to keep the snow and wind off of you as you would attempt to warm up.

As if by divine intervention, you could make out a large rock formation with an opening big enough for you to huddle up under, just ahead of you. You ducked low and crawled in, hunkering down in your saving grace. As you shivered in the shadows, heaving and trying to collect yourself before deciding what to do next, you realized that numbness had settled into your limbs and you could no longer feel them, much less move them. You tried, desperately, over and over to inch them in any way but damn it, nothing would. Tears began to puddle at the corners of your eyes as your mind began to race. You should have never left the cabin alone. You knew better, you just couldn’t help yourself. The tears started to fall more and more as the thoughts started spiraling. How could you be so stupid? Now no one is going to find you and you’re going to die here, alone and deathly afraid. You could no longer contain your cries and in one last fleeting attempt to be rescued, you screamed for help with as much force as your withering lungs would allow. Nothing but the wind answered your cries. Before you knew it, your body was shutting down and your eyes fluttered shut right as you fainted against the rocky wall behind you. The panic, the wet and the cold, dehydration, the pain that once gripped your entire body that then turned to numbness, the overexertion, the hypothermia that was setting in; it was all too much for your body to handle anymore. Limp against the stone, you were quickly turning into a human icicle. This is how he finds you.

Lucifer:

Lucifer had been prepping for dinner for later that evening, as some meals tend to take an eternity to prepare, when the hair on the back of his neck pricked up and an uneasy feeling settled into his stomach. He could sense something was wrong even before the storm clouds rolled in. There was no way to explain it other than something is or was going to be terribly, terribly wrong. It’s the same feeling he gets when his brothers are up to no good or are in some form of trouble. It comes with the responsibility of being the eldest brother. He, indeed, trusted you enough for you to go alone for the simple fact that you were the most responsible out of his brothers, but that did not mean he didn’t still feel a bit uncomfortable with you out of his immediate supervision considering you’re human and humans tend to make many, many mistakes. You’re a child by no means and can handle yourself incredibly well, as evident by your time in the devildom and at R.A.D. He knows this and believes you could conquer the world if you so chose to do so. But even YOU know that he only acts and does these certain things that can come off as overbearing to some because he cares so deeply for you that he tries his damndest to prevent any harm that may come to you. Physcial or emotional, accidental or self-inflicted, whatever the case may be. He would give his life and soul up for you, just as he had done for Lilith. That is why this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach upset him so. He had to find you. He set out to look for you and quickly noticed a pattern. The markings and piles of stones, he assumed, were yours and, for a fleeting moment, it filled him with pride to know that you went about your adventure with a proper head upon your shoulders. Still, he had to see you and be able to hold you in his arms so that his worrisome mind could be put to rest. He followed the trail until it ended with you nowhere in sight. “MC, darling, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Though calm in his demeaner, he was still fidgeting beneath the surface. Through the wind and hail that was picking up, he heard your cries from miles off and like a bat out of devildom, races to you. From pounding out of his chest to dropping through the crust of the Earth, Lucifer’s heart collapsed when he found you. “MC...” He rushed to your side in the blink of an eye and shouted your name over and over, but you didn’t respond. He rips a glove off and places two fingers to the side of your neck. Your pulse was so low, he had to press his ear to your chest, but even your heart was far too faint to be heard by human ear. Thank Diavolo he was a demon or he would have assumed the worst. You rarely see this man lose his composure, even behind closed doors. But now, when he looks at you and your state of comatose for the second time in his life, he becomes frantic. So many emotions racing through him, he doesn’t notice the tears welling in his eyes or his demon form breaking the surface. His fist clenches and he slams it into the ground next you, creating a cavity in the stone. He almost lost you once, he won’t let it happen again.

Before his emotions get the better of him, he swiftly yet ever so gently scoops you into his arms and immediately transports you both back to the cabin where he could try and warm you up and bring you back to your old self. Back to him. Bursting through the door, he rushes to place you gingerly onto the couch in front of the fireplace and carefully strips you of all the wet clothing, replacing them with warm, dry pairs. He wraps your neck with a thick scarf, slips fuzzy mittens on your hands, covers your head in a knitted hat, and drapes multiple blankets over your body. He then tosses wood into the fireplace, setting them ablaze before circling the couch and pushing it, and inherently you, closer to the warmth of the fire. All of this within the blink of an eye. He finally sits next to you on the cushions and takes you back into his arms, fearing that if he ever lets go, he will truly lose you once and for all. He’ll occasionally reach a hand up to the side of your neck or to your wrist, checking your pulse. Still too damn low. How in the devildom could he let this happen? For hours, he stays like this with you, keeping you so close to his chest that from the outside looking in, it would seem he was smothering you. The entire time he cradles you, he is mentally abusing himself for not being with you. For letting you go out alone. For not protecting you. For going against his better judgement and agreeing to come out here with you in the first place- no... that’s not it.. He’s frustrated with himself for you going against your better judgement and choosing him to be the one to come with you. Him of all people. He couldn’t protect Lilith in the Great War, he couldn’t protect you when Belphegor tried to kill you, and now here you are, lifeless in his embrace and fighting to stay alive once again because he couldn’t protect you from the storm. The tears began to fall from his eyes once more and they dropped onto your cheek. He looks down at you, cupping your face in his hand and tenderly wipes his tears from your skin. “Please,” he begs through the lips that threaten to quiver. “Please MC. Come back to me, darling.” He shuts his eyes and presses his forehead to yours over the knitted hat. Hoping, if only he could pray, for you to come back.

Mammon:

Before the storm even rolled in, Mammon went looking for you. It was unnatural for you two to be separated for this long and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. “Damn it, MC! We’re supposed to be doing this stupid vacation thing together,” he grumbles, as he stomps out of the house in a little Mammon tantrum. He saw your markings on the trees and piles of stones and began to think you set up the whole ‘going on a solo adventure’ thing as a prank. He chuckles to himself and beams a bit in pride. “My clever little human, turning into me.” A seemingly great idea at first, but the more he thought on it, SERIOUSLY thought on it, the more that two Mammons seemed like a bad idea. But he’d like to go over the so called ‘bad idea’ with you if he could just find you. He followed your markings until they stopped and that’s when the storm clouds rolled in. He was starting to get nervous. Yes, you hid and jumped out at him in an attempt to scare him on numerous occasions (which hardly worked, considering he was a demon and quite frankly, a powerful demon at that) back in the devildom but... this situation seemed different. Having been around you and your person the longest, he gained a sixth sense specifically for you. Your warm presence, your delectable soul essence, your precious voice, your thoughts and feelings, your wonderful heartbeat; he could feel them all, even when you returned to the human world for a bit. He could feel them all until now and it felt like he had gone numb. His nervousness turned to anxiousness. The only other time this numbing sensation has happened to him before is when Belphegor tried to off you right in front of him. He so very often wishes he could just wipe those memories from his mind forever...

For a moment, he thinks he can hear your voice, as faint as it is. “MC!!” He follows the direction he thinks your voice is coming from and calls your name again but with no reply. Then he hears it. One ever so minute thump of your heartbeat. He follows the sound like a wolf after a lamb until he comes across the little miniature cave his lamb had taken shelter under. He crawls in and he‘s instantly frozen in place. “MC?” You’re.. ? No you couldn’t be, you just couldn’t be. “C’mon MC, qu-quit foolin’ around. We have to go home. It’s s-storming like crazy out there, ya know?” Only the little echo of the cracks in his voice are his reply. He takes one of your hands in his and- shit! They’re so cold! Colder than when held you that time you were almost kill-NO! He lets go of your hand and grabs you by the shoulders instead, shaking you frantically. “MC, please, ya gotta wake up! This isn’t funny anymore!” The longer he shook you with no sign of you waking up, the more his eyes glazed over with tears. “MC!! WAKE UP!!” He growls, frustration and demon form taking over. Your body slides like a rag doll into his arms and that’s when he finally realizes that this is no prank and you’re in serious, serious danger. His heart disintegrates in his chest and nothing could stop the tears from cascading down his face like rain. For just a few moments, he sits there in that cave, holding your frozen body in his arms and rocking you as he cries heavily into your hair. He’s so hurt, so fucking hurt that this is the second time that he couldn’t protect you when he said he would. But by Diavolo, he had to keep trying until the absolute very last millisecond.

He gets a grip on himself, cradles you tightly into his embrace and skyrockets back to the cabin. Once there, he’s doing anything and everything in his power to get you warm. Heated blankets, warm and dry clothes, thick gloves, fuzzy hats, warmed pillows and cushions, a fire in the fireplace, the thermostat cranked up by 5 degrees, EVERYTHING. He even went to the extent of placing his bare hands into the fire, pulling them out to cool them down to an appropriate temperature, and then placing them over your ears, under the hat and across your forehead, or he would cradle your face in his hands to gingerly brush his warmed thumbs over your cheeks and nose. He simply could not sit still. There had to be something more he could do to help you, something more he could do to make up for his mistakes. He couldn’t stop no matter what. He loved you too much to give up so easily.

Leviathan:

Leviathan had originally intended to get both of your belongings unpacked as quickly as possible so that later that evening, you two could have a video game binge with the new game the TSL franchise came out with, honestly he did, but... as soon as he turned on the tv to test the reception in the area, one of the human shows you often mentioned to him popped up on the screen and he was instantly glued to the couch. The characters were as entertaining as you had described them in that cute way where your eyes sparkled and lips curled into a smile. He loved the way you beamed with joy He loved y- He couldn’t pry his eyes away from the screen, not even for a second. That is, until 20 minutes later and the show turned to static. “Oh for crying out loud,” he grumbles as he clicks the tv off and tosses the remote to the side. It was just like this normie of a human world to have terrible reception, especially during an intense episode. Surely he had it recorded somewhere back in his room in the Devildom. With newfound boredom, he stepped to the window and looked outside. Sheesh, it had gotten dark rather quick. It would be an awful shame for someone to be stuck out in this impending weather, just as the food in TSL had been stuck in terrible weather that The Lord of Fools sent The Lord of Flies. Such a kind gesture from the Lord of Fools, considering his former lover, Geldie, was found frozen in- “OH SHIT! MC!!”

He kicked open the door and stumbled around in the snow and gusting winds before getting his snow legs, then frantically circled the cabin, looking for any sign of you. He finds the markings in the trees and little stone piles and figured that they must belong to you. As he tread, he couldn’t help but beat himself up for letting you go alone, especially considering neither of you knew the area well enough. He understood, more than anyone in all the realms, that time alone is sacred and shouldn’t be interrupted without a legitimate reason. But even still, he wished that you would have teased him to go with you, like you often times did, until he would inevitably cave and follow behind you as he would then talk about the situation being “like that one scene from that one anime we watched together where the male protagonist somehow turns into a puppy, lost and confused, until the female protagonist comes along and takes him in and loves him for who he is and he turns back into a human and follows her around like he did when he was a puppy and-...” The rest of the walk would be filled with talks of which anime or show or video game resembled each moment you two shared.. and you loved every second of it. His eyes lit up like the sun shone right behind them and his precious little grin when he would recall humorous scenes. He would blush when he caught you staring and stumble over the next few sentences before eventually shutting up and just holding your hand (for safety of course) as you giggled at him for being so damn cute. His memories of those times kept him warm as they could as he continued onward in search of you, hoping that you weren’t in too much danger. But with how little mercy the storm was showing him, the possibility of you being safe and sound was rapidly decreasing.

Your marked trail came to an end but you weren’t there. Instead, there was only the howling winds and cascading ice to mock him. Oh no, this is bad. This is very, very bad. He shouted your name in an attempt for you to hear his voice and be able to find your way to him but he received no answer. He shouted louder and louder but you simply wouldn’t answer. “Shit, MC, where the hell are you?!” Anxiety began to make its way through him and he had to lean against a nearby tree to try and collect himself. That’s when he could faintly hear your voice crying for help. He darted towards your direction, coming upon the shelter you hid away in and as he moved closer to you, he froze. You were deathly still and your skin was so incredibly pale compared to it’s usual hue. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, he was just frozen in place with nothing but your limp body and emotionless face in front of him. He had no clue what to do but try and wake you up as he swallows the lump in his throat to call your name. “M-MC?” No answer. He takes your hand in his. Shit, you’re colder than ice. “MC, pl-please... please wake up, MC.” The wind outside seem to laugh at him and his feeble attempt to wake you up. Tears welled in his eyes and the lump in his throat thickened, almost to a point where he felt he couldn’t breathe, much less cry. As his demon form creeps to the surface, he grabs your shoulders and gently shakes you. “MC, please!! I can’t do this without you!!” Your body droops into his embrace and his heart feels like it’s been dropped into a blender and turned to mush. For a moment, all he can do is stare at your solidified face and wonder why oh why was this happening to him. To his precious ‘Henry’... “That’s it!! Henry!!” He shouted to himself. What would Henry do for his loved ones? He wouldn’t sit here and feel sorry for himself, he would do everything in his power to help the ones he cared about most! Leviathan shakes away his tears, holds you tightly in his arms, and bolts to the cabin to attempt to save you. He wasn’t going to let himself get in his own way, he was going to try his damndest to save you and bring you back. To bring back his Henry.

Satan:

In the midst of folding and putting away yours and his clothes, Satan paused. Similar as much as he hated to be so to Lucifer, he had developed a sort of instinct to tell when something or anything was off and this sense was only heightened by his incredibly refined observation and detective skills. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it just yet but something was clearly off. That’s when he went looking for you. Knicks in the trees and your piles of stones made him feel a bit more at ease about going after you, as he felt you were at least intelligent about your endeavors and not as callow as most of his brothers seemed to be. That is, until the trail of markings came to a stopping point. It was difficult to admit, but this situation was throwing him for a loop. You wouldn’t have just randomly stopped placing markers for yourself unless something bad had happened and even then, you would have called for him using the pact if you were in danger, right? There had to be an explanation for all of this. He leaned against a nearby tree, neck deep in furrowed brow concentration until the sky darkened with thick, furious looking clouds stampeding in, breaking his many trains of thought. With a new indication of urgency, he continued onward in search of you. As the storm picked up, so did that ominous feeling and inherently his blood pressure. If this was your idea of a joke, it was highly inappropriate and if he’s blatantly honest, irritating, to say the least. Very. irritating. Although he was a demon and basically immortal, that didn’t negate the fact that he felt his time was precious and any amount of time with you was that much more precious. He had not come up to the human world, with the presumption that you two could finally spend some time alone together, just for the whole trip to be some pathetic excuse of a prank. You could do so much better; that he was certain of and for you to do something as lowly as this was an insult to his intelligence, his affection towards you, and an insult to him in general. He wouldn’t let his wrath, his sin, get the better of him nor would he ever use either against you but when he finds you, you will know very soon of his immense displeasure.

“Ugh...” He could hear how much he sounded like Lucifer as he is in punishment mode and it made him want to vomit.

Before the wind could really drown out any other sound, he thinks he hears your voice crying out through the storm. All of the anger that was building up instantly vanished and he hurries after you. Years and years (we’re talking thousands) of constant meditation, reading self-improvement novels, and studying a multitude of ways to strengthen one’s emotional fortitude, absolutely NOTHING could have prepared him for the way he felt when he found you. Frozen, limp, and lifeless against the stone; He didn’t have to touch you or call your name to know you weren’t going to answer. All of this was because he simply didn’t accompany you on your scouting trip.

It was too much. His wrath instantly took hold and his demon form bubbled to the surface. He wasn’t angry with you in the least, no. He was absolutely furious with himself because he didn’t protect you and he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most and he had no one else to be angry with but himself. Overcome with and blinded by the pure, white hot rage, he screams his broken heart out of his chest and into the sky above, and the earth trembled around you. The steadfast shelter that once braced against the harsh storm crumbled into trillions of pieces as the sheer force of his voice crushed them to bits. The trees no longer bent to the will of the blizzard, but to him and him alone. His anger practically created ‘an eye in the middle of the storm’ and all but Satan had stilled within it. As the last bits of his wrath dispelled and he could finally get a better grip of himself, he looked down at you before taking you in his arms as the storm closed back in around you. Using the last of his energy, he bolted to the cabin with you clutched to his chest and settled you onto the couch to start the warming process. More than anything, he wanted to reach inside of you, grab the coldness by its throat, rip it out of you, and proceed to pummel it into a fist-dug grave. He wanted to take your pain, your fear, your sadness and tears, everything that caused you harm and reign devildom upon them all. To make your suffering know the name of wrath, to know his name personally and properly. Yet all he could do is kneel at your side and wait patiently for your possible recovery.

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originofkaen · 4 years ago

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Y’all need something.

Just saying

I’m a twenty five year old woman.

Tho I do have crushes on fictional characters like we all do.

Like inuyasha.

Who’s yes pass 100 demon years.

BUT

HOW WILL IT WORK.

Yes ok age fine fine fine. Idgaf leave me df alone.

Anything pass 20 is fine by me .

But she looked young.

When gave birth to the twins.

Rin did.

I give. NO FLYING FUCKS.

She LOOKED LIKE A KID WHO GAVE BIRTH TO SESS KIDS. AMD ALL SHIPPED IT. AND FANART AND SO ON.

No no no.

The fanart I love seeing of the two?

Is like a father and daughter vibe.

Same of Kagome now.

Plus even tho I love the Hanyous. So so much. If I was the human woman’s. Togas second wife, Kagome Kikyo, etc.

EVEN THO I LOVE INUYASHA

I would not spend my life married etc to him if I was human.

I would grow old and then of course die. Then he will eventually move on I hope like kikyo etc. love someone else etc idk.

🤷‍♀️

Get the picture??

Plus he be looking like his dad prob or something. Idk. Considering half human. 🤔.

I’ll look like a feudal Japan cougar beside inuyasha. I would not be happy beside him to kiss, etc at all 🤷‍♀️

Would you???

TELL ME.

Huhhhhh

TELL ME RIGHT F.ING NOW IF U WERE LETS SAY 87 YEARS OLD AND INUYASHA COMES BACK FROM A JOB AND GOES TO KISS YOU. WHAT WILL YOU DO?!

ALSO THIS REBLOGING MY POSTS AMD BLOCKING IS

RUDE

I HAVE A OPINION. A GOOD ONE AT THAT MIND YOU. THAT SHOWS YOU A LOT ABOUT ME. THERE WAS SESSRIN SHIPPERS BEFORE YASHAHIME CAME OUT MIND U. AND THATS WHY I DRAW THE LINE. THAT WAS THE PEDOPHILE LINE THE SHIPPERS SHOULD SEE. BUT DNT. TILL THE FREAKING CREATORS GOT THEM TOGETHER. WHICH THEY CAN DO WHATEVER THEY WANT SINCE SHES AAAAA WOMAN.

BUT SHE DIDNT LOOK LIKE ONE WHEN GAVE BIRTH. POINT MINE. END OF DISCUSSION. MYYYY DAMN DISCUSSION I STARTED ON MY PAGE. YOU WANNA KEEP IT UP. DONT REBLOG. DONT SCREENSHOT MINE. DONT COPYPASTE. JUST WRITE YOUR OWN OPINIONS LIKE ME. AND BE A MAN, WOMAN, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT OK. ILL SUPPORT YOU. JUST DO NOT

NOT

COME AT ME AT MY PAGE , DOING A REBLOG, HASTAG STOP CROSSTAG AND THEN BLOCK CRAP. GTFO MY PAGE THEN OK. ITS MY PAGE.

I HAD A LONG WEEK AT THE SHELTER OK. IM DONEEEEEEE GOODNIGHT. IMMA RELAX AMD CHILL HERE AND THERE ON APPS.

#inuyasha #yashahime

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shinypainterpaper · 4 years ago

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Tip #7 - Time Your Posts for the Best Responses

Imagine delivering your message when nobody is online, you won’t get the response you are looking for, obviously. But if you use the Instagram Insights to analyze the time your follower spends online and when they do it, you will get amazing responses. The Insights breakdown when your followers are live during the day, which makes your posting schedule simple. Plan your posts for when the most followers are online and you will get excellent responses.

Tip #8 - Engage with Like-Minded Brands and Profiles

Your profile does not exist in a vacuum, you share the Instagram platform with millions of other profiles that could help you grow your business. For instance, if you sell male beard grooming products, you could engage with men’s health products or maybe grooming equipment suppliers. By engaging with like-minded profiles, you will cross-sell both your products and build strong relationships that could even lead to joint ventures, etc., who knows!!

Tip #9 - Look After Your Instagram Community

If you have been following this guide, you would have been building real-world followers for your business. This means that you need to engage with these real people to grow your community. They might have questions or suggestions for your brand that could lead to even more profits. Listen to them and interact, use video, your location, and all the tips together and you will have a loyal following on Instagram.

Loads More to Do

These tips are just some of the most used strategies that high traffic Instagram Profiles are using. There are many more if you just take some time and develop a plan for your Instagram business. Make use of these and they will dramatically change your business for the better!

#blog post #article #fiverr.com/jaredmorton

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kheartslove · 5 years ago

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Rags to Riches (extreme)

Eco Lifestyle

Making the Leaf change colors

(Part 3)

Bess tried to refuse Cece invitation to going out and grtting breakfast. She feels the more she spends time with Cece, the more she’ll keep staring at her belly and the more the gears in her head will grind and turn, something she does not want to do.

But it’s like Cecelia put some magical like charm over her with her words, convincing Bess to come with her to have breakfast.

They head over to Amelie Petite (↞Check out the post of the resturant)

I swear this is favorite resturant. Maybe she knows the backstory of this small, but meaningful quaint place

“Ok let’s order! I’m straving.” Bess stays quiet. Her mind is grinding putting two and two together.

“So I wanted to ask and I don’t mean to be rude but, your belly seems swollen..bigger.” Bess silently cursed herself for speaking her thoughts out of terms. Though Cecelia sense her hesistance. “Jules and I are expecting.” Cecelia says confidently but gentlely, not sure if Bess is going to blow up in her face.

“You know his family is quite cultural,Religious.” Bess says with a bit of spite in her tone. Bess is still hunged up on Jules, trying to put a bit of doubt in Cecelia’s mind.

“I have a feeling that they might be. But I really love being with Jules, I might even admit to being in love with him. I’m ready and willing to take on whatever problems, challenge with him, together.”

Bess couldn’t believe what was coming out of Cecelia’s mouth. This was the first time she was to Envy someone. Envy of this relationship that is forming,blossoming beautifully.

“ I'm not pushing Jules to introduce me to his parents. I bet he’s quite nerveous about this baby as well. When the times comes, he'll be ready.” Bess stares at Cecelia in amazement. There is that charm again. Bess just looks down at her plate and continues eating.

Bess was bothered, she was bothered by the fact that Jules really moved on and now having a baby on the way. “I...Wish you and Jules the best, with the situation that has arisen and the consequences that follows behind it. Good Luck.” She says the best way she can without showing her sadness

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From the Beginning | Part 2 | Part 1

If you want to see more like this, check out the story under the hastags Rags to Riches Eco Lifestyle and/or the Williamson

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #the sims #sims #the sims 4 story #sims 4 story #the sims 4 rags to riches #sims 4 rags to riches #Rags2Riches #Rags to Riches #Rags to Riches Eco Lifestyle #the Williamson

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jdaviswords · 5 years ago

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If you're like me, I feel for you. And if you're not, I still feel for you.

Writing has been a tool I've used for as long as I could remember. In a world that's constantly changing, where I'm constantly changing, writing has been one of the few remaining constants. I turn to the page to convey my thoughts. Express my feelings. Release my intentions. I grab this metaphorical pen stemmed from intuition. I bleed openly, though at times ambiguously, but still I express.

I'm not a wise man of many years just yet. I consider my youth current and apparent, with an overwhelming sense that there is still very much left to learn. I was never one to fear self reflection. I take pride in owning this ability. Suffice to say, I am not entirely free from fear.

I fear that, at times, I succumb to the conditionings of society, primarily plaguing my generation. In an elevator, I notice my fingers itching for my pocket. I must check Twitter instead of saying hello. And while I would genuinely like to consider myself an extrovert, I do recognize these desensitized behaviors.

We live in a place of instant gratification. I notice it in my impatience. I notice it when the WIFI crashes at work. I see it in relationships. Where, an intense craving of acceptance and excess take precedent over solitude and means. I know I type cynically. My writing almost always expresses itself melancholy. I recognize this may be just a tampering of my subconscious, resurfacing itself in a healthier way than being the pooper at the party. Or maybe that's what I tell myself? Who knows, it makes sense to me.

I used to say I didn't care about what other people thought of me, while subtly and secretly caring what they thought of me. Particularly, here...when I'm most vulnerable. I sense that a lot of us fear this vulnerability. Probably because of the traumas of life. It hurts to hurt, so we stand guarded instead of opening up. Thus, creating a sense of numbness.

People talk about dreams and personal fulfilling aspirations. About chasing them. About following your calling. Answering that phone and making the most of that opportunity. I find it difficult to breath the air found inside that mould.

I do not profess to ever suggest that a person shouldn't follow the path they feels best. And if your phone is ringing, answer that shit. Unless you don't feel like answering, then don't. It is not my position to make your decisions. We all have our own, but mine is just a little bit different. I don't envision myself as an entrepreneur making millions. Or a rockstar on stage. I find my passion in these words.

I haven't found my dream yet. Or my calling. My phone's rang a few times, I answered. The conversations were confusing then. But they're clear now. I very much enjoy the labyrinth of life. How connected everything is blows my mind, even though realistically we are all so very small.

I don't know about y'all, but it seems to me these times are filled with chaos. We stand divided politically, socially, emotionally, cognitively, and any other word that ends in "ly." It is only to our detriment. We've become afraid to feel. Because fear has finally consumed. No longer are we caring for our neighbors. No longer do we have these capabilities? I'd be poised to suggest not. The tide always turns, and rarely does it reverse.

I find it hard to find a dream when there's so much suffering in the world. I guess my dream could be for that to end. Perhaps all it takes is a little more awareness that we are, still very much, indeed...human, with thoughts, concerns, feelings, and emotions. That I am very much like you...with thoughts, concerns, feelings, and emotions.

I am not speaking on this nature as a "soft millenial." Or whatever you want to call it. Nor do I fear being viewed in such a light. Truly. I speak on this nature as a humanitarian. As a person who's genuinely concerned for our species firstly, and concerned about his role in this species secondly. I fear many things. But I do not fear expression. And neither should you.

I believe it is a commonality that many of us bottle things up. Shake it around until the cap flies off. Until the suds are oozing and there's a sticky mess at your feet. We've become okay with repression and stagnation. And ultimately, it's contributed to our disconnection as a whole. I understand political correction. I get that there are things that shouldn't be said. However, expression through respect should never be censored.

I think we've been so concerned with ourselves, that we've forgotten our greatest abilities come from morality, and trusting one another. We've become so desensitized that a genuine connection with another individual is almost considered blasphemous. We've been convinced that this dog eat dog world has no room for vulnerability, and we've become cold and ignorant because of it.

Our answers are instantaneously given to us by a couple clicks of our thumbs, and casted away never really having learned a thing. Our support comes from hastags and likes, instead of charities and community work. Our love has developed into flings. Our work has grown longer and our time with families have diminished. Our understandings of differentiations in opinions have turned to vile and hatred for such. Our conversations are short. Our attention spans even shorter. And our eyes have never been more full of wool.

I encourage everyone to follow their path. I want everyone to suit themselves with the bow-tie of their dreams. I believe everyone should be happy within their own rights. And happy for themselves. Proud of their accomplishments and the choices they've made.

I want everyone to find their way, together. Instead of pretending like it would be better, any other way.

Huh...perhaps I did discover my dream. What a great day.

#writing #words #thoughts #feelings #expression #society #emotions #andy frasco inspired this #writers on tumblr #freewritting #life #love #pursuit of happiness #writing for the sake of writing #therapy writing #humanity

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pandoraspocksao3 · 6 years ago

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What are your tips and tricks for staying motivated to continue writing?

Thanks, Jackie! I’m flattered you are asking me that! I have one story I’m trying to finish currently (The Hypnotist), and I am struggling a bit with motivation, so this is timely. Thanks for this ask!

1. First, know WHY you write. I write because it brings me Joy and a sense of accomplishment. It’s something I’m trying in middle age that I ruled out because it wouldn’t earn me a living. I wanted to write something to prove that I could do it. I faced my fear of rejection with putting my words out there. Fanfic is a great place to practice and see what works and what doesn’t.

2. LEARN FROM FAILURES. You may go back over previous drafts or uploads and cringe. Don’t. Ask yourself why you are cringing, identify your strengths and weaknesses from writing, and use that as a focal point to work on improving your current project. Writing is rewriting.

3. READ. Read other people’s work, read novels, read magazines and study what moves you. Don’t copy someone else’s work, but pay attention to what you liked.

4. CARRY A NOTEBOOK EVERYWHERE. If that’s impractical, you probably have a smartphone - there are apps that let you dictate with the mic in your phone. My favorite is WriterPlus, but there are others, I’m sure. The main thing is that when you get that thought in your head that’s a good idea, get it down quickly so you can come back to it. That way when you DO have time to sit down and write, you’ll have a notebook of ideas, thoughts, quotes, etc. to build upon. Time management is hard, and I burn out sometimes when I’ve got so much to do and so little time to write.

5. Don’t sweat it if you can’t do regular updates. I know - that’s a cardinal sin, right? Maybe. But if writing has gotten you to the point where your friendships, work, family or home life is suffering, your priorities are out of whack. You will probably lose readers. You won’t get the kudos a “hot” story will. But again, WHY are you writing?

6. Listen to music, look at art, go for walks, swim, exercise etc. for inspiration. Some of my best ideas have come to me when I’m doing that. The endorphins are going and your mind can wander. Just don’t forget to jot it down when you’re done!

7. Quit comparing yourself to other writers! This is probably my #1 motivation killer. I’ll read something a fellow mutual has written and want to throw in the pen, so to speak, because I’m thinking, “I’ll never top THAT.” Well, guess what? I don’t have to! And it’s an opportunity to learn. It might even help me improve my next chapter.

8. Do an outline. If you’ve gone off course, go back and rewrite the outline and put in what you’ve changed so you can follow it. Nothing’s worse than goofing up your continuity.

9. Don’t take negative feedback personally. Feel grateful readers are invested in your story enough to comment. If they are unsympathetic toward a character and that’s NOT what you intended, now you have a heads up that you need to fix it in your next chapter. If someone pointed out a continuity problem or typo, thank them for it and FIX IT. People get so damn sensitive about that shit that they don’t realize someone just saved the story by pointing it out. Those are beta comments! I like them, at least. Some people don’t, but just hearing “you’re great” when there was an actual storyline problem isn’t going to help you be a better writer. Try to interact with your readers and encourage them to say anything they want, because it’s going to help you!

10. Don’t take it so seriously. Writing should be a pleasure. It’s not (or shouldn’t) be a competition. I’ve asked writers since the time I got on Tumblr through now how they do it, and the answers are all varied, but I think all writers experience frustration and burnout at some point. And self-doubt. Even the writers that make my jaw drop because they are so good have said that! So go easy on yourself, and if it’s stressing you out, put it to the side. Are you getting paid for this? No.

11. Brainstorm with a reader or fellow writer. Tell them you are stuck and ask for help if you are really in a bind. When I first started writing this story, I bounced ideas of a few people, and that generated a lot of ideas just by having someone listening. I asked a reader who likes to PM me for feedback, and while she was very shy about doing so, I asked questions such as what she wanted to see in the next chapter, if adding in other characters felt like a distraction, which parts of the previous chapters hooked her and what was forgettable. And thank them for it, because that’s a really solid favor they are doing for you! You will be surprised how much that can motivate you to get going on your story again!

Whew - I didn’t realize I’d learned that much! Hope it helps someone out there. And I always appreciate hearing what motivates other writers!

Tools I find helpful:

1. Grammarly - free online, premium version is $45 (wait for them to cut the price down to that if you get it).

2. WriterPlus app (for taking notes on your phone using text-to-speech)

3. Scrivner (I just bought this and haven’t used it yet, but I heard so many positive things about it, I went ahead and got it)

4. Google Docx - If you haven’t tried it, this is a great way to work with another writer, show someone your work, have someone proofread your work, etc.

5. Playlists - Whether you use YouTube, spotify, Itunes or whatever, music that inspires you or helps set the mood for your story is a great thing to have on hand.

6. Capta and PicStitch for moodboards.

7. Screen captures - invaluable if you are going to promote your story or someone else’s on Twitter. I still haven’t got the hang of it, but since your character limit is reduced on Twitter, you need to have a short and sweet summary, and you need to upload a snapshot of that taken on your phone and then upload that plus a moodboard, and then that gives you room to add the AO3 link, Reylofic hastags, and something catchy. I’m still trying to figure out Twitter!

That’s it...happy writing! Stay with it and never give up!

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laraspanjang · 7 years ago

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Why It Matters

So this is a very, core of me, my mind, and soul I hope that whoever you are that read this, not compared yourself or anyone else to something, or someone, or anyone. I want you to take it all by yourself and have a thought of it for a while. It may not related to anything on your life but doesn’t mean the burden might not haunting you, maybe eyes still closed nor heart still longing for a question left unspoken.

Why it matters, about your feeling. About what you about to do. Mine, for some quite of time had gone. You might not realize, because i did not realize. It just somehow, i lose my faith about everything. Writing this was uneasy for me, but i need someone to know so in the future me, or you could survive. This is only a post, a letter that i deliver to whoever you are that care about this kind of illness. Do not hesitate to share it with someone, well if you don’t have one at least you have tumblr, and hastags so people might notice and start asking. Because even my closest friend didn’t understand. Wasn’t notice. That talking had been boring to them to hear. Confused, about what i’m always saying. No one. So then, i tend to forget, to brush it off, to knock it off. I wasn’t paying any attention because it hurts so bad, where i only avert the gaze, the judgments, the pain. I did not fix it, i pass it by being neglectful. That time, happy never been a real one, neither with the sadness

And i turn into a stone. Fearless, and heartless

I push myself into my logical so nothing will hurt me. and love me. No one could bring me up, nor down There were no sad, nor happy

I lose all the sense that i have. I start to forget easily. I couldn’t forgive myself because i feel like everything was fine. Until Jonghyun’s suicide comes up. You might know him, or not. The point was, he is one of my favorite Korea boy band (SHINee). His influence never really affect me, until that night. Where i read all over my instagram explore, and story. It feel numb at first. Then, the pain overwhelm me. All over my body. I could not think straight. I could not accompany myself to get past through that. That night i couldn’t survive from sorrow, where finally the function of my heart it’s finally on. Other people might thought i just another fangirl that mourning around her favorite artist because he had found her in happiness on any occasion. But no. It means more. The pain that i’ve been endured somehow flow along with his death.

The reason to his death was depression, where he can’t what he expected anymore. Where people compared his pain to others and made it survive. That’s. where i found myself way back. People, who made the dog under the blanket of someone heart wake up. Haunt you in every corner of your vein. Or guard the spirit into a heartless body. I, were there too. That every time i asked someone help, they told me that i should fight it back alone because someone else had succeed on that. They called it motivation, that lead me to a death of my inner-true-colors. That i should endured a little bit more, so you could found the pride in the end of the struggle, but no. It doesn’t work for me that way because what i found was me full armored to knock the pain. Not make a peace with it. So does with my parents. They were too old for this. They no longer hear me, i love them, the burden will swallow them too. I tend to hide it, was easy for me because that time i could no longer shed any tears. I keep covering it, show that i was fine. I lost my instinct and start to forget my dream. No longer flame on my soul. Because they say, my parents are lonely. So i have to forget my youth, and start focus on them. Back then, they were doing the same.

But no, i could not blame them instead of me. For not being able to do both. i;ve tried to open up my wound, share it a bit more, hope they understand. But also no. They tend to blame or changing the topic. That was hard. very hard that instead of being in pain, it better to walk off and use my immunity to it. Even God, will help me through people that unfortunately i couldn’t find any. Until i talk to my new friend. Her name is Fai. She’s such a sweet girl, that out of nowhere understand my fear, my restless night, my struggles, and how jonghyun’s death had knock me down. I almost lost interest of whatever is that in my life.

Dear people, dear anyone, dear you. It might be easy for you about feeling or mental illness issue, well i didn’t say that i’m one of the sufferer but i might if Fai didn’t comes up. But you might lose me someday if i keep being heartless. Please, find someone that happiness will comes up, and find someone who could get pass through the storm by facing it together. Don’t erase yourself by forgetting all the misery, it doesn’t work that way dear. Please be happy.

#mental ill #personal #life #Jonghyun #Happiness #Heart #lover yourself #keep on living

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scarletolsens-blog · 8 years ago

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Five hours with him (Second hour)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

I went to the restaurant car, and I sit in the bar. He sited by my side.

- What do you drink? - I asked. - Beer? Vodka? Scotch?

- It’s just 5pm…

- Come on, it’s part of my research!

- Let’s just go with beers.

- Fine. Two beers, please – I ordered to the waiter.

- They’re on me. - Sebastian said.

- What? Of course they’re not.

- I invented the game, I pay the drinks. Come on, it’s not that a big deal.

I sighed.

- Fine, Sebby. May I call you Sebby?

- Of course.

The waiter brought us the beers, and looked at my partner.

- Aren’t you that guy from…

- Don’t say it! - he shouted. The boy looked at him, scared. - Oh, sorry. It’s just. We’re in the middle of a game, and you were about to ruin it. I’m sorry. Here is your money – he said, taking it from his wallet and handling it to the poor guy. - Keep the change.

I laughed, and got off the bench, at the same time as Sebastian.

- Will you explain to me how the game will go?

- It’s never have I ever. If you have done what I said, you drink. If you haven’t, you just look at me as if I were a crazy ass bitch.

- Fine to me. Would you mind if I started?

- My pleasure.

- Okay. Never have I ever took a picture and people used it as a meme. - he lowered his voice.- You say it like that, right?

- Yes, Seb, you say it like that. - I laughed. - And no, I have never took a picture and people used it as a meme.

- Lucky you. My fans make memes of all my pictures. They’re so cute.

- All my fans do are… well, fan me.

He looked at me.

- That was bad. Really bad. I’m thinking about punching you out of the train right now.

- Sorry, sorry. It’s my turn. Never have I ever recorded a song.

- I haven’t.

- So you’re not a singer.

- I am not.

- For God’s shake, I was starting to think you were Bieber on disguise.

- Sweetheart, stop doing jokes. You’re not funny.

- Fine, fine. Say yours.

- Never have I ever had sex with a stranger.

I drank.

- Thanks, I was starting to think I’d never taste it.

- You had sex with a stranger.

- So did you.

- Well, yeah, but you don’t look like that kind of girl.

- I don’t look like the kind of girl who has sex with a guy on Cinderella’s castle, do I?

- Good point. Well, tell me the story.

- Look, I’m telling all these embarrasing stories about my sex life and you’re just enjoying it I think I’m gonna give up.

- Come on, not even a sum up?

- I was drunk and had sex with some random girl on a party, end.

- Girl? I thought you were straight.

- I didn’t say so.

- True. Sorry, I just assumed.

- Don’t worry, it happens. Now it’s your turn.

- Never have I ever gone to Europe.

He drank.

- I was born there – he explained. - I’m Romanian, I told you – I nodded. - And I lived in Viena for a few years before coming to the US.

- I was in Viena. I wish I could come back. I loved everything about it. If I could I’d live there.

- Why can’t you?

- Well, everything I have is here. My job, my friends, my family…

- Yeah, I understand. Well, if I ever come back there, I’ll take you.

I smiled.

- That’s pretty sweet from you.

- Thanks. Now it’s my turn, isn’t it? Never have I ever kissed someone famous. - I drank, again. - Wait, what? Who?

- I have a friend who works on Marvel Studios as a camera guy and he invited me to the Avengers Age of Ultron premiere post party and I kinda kissed Chris Evans while being drunk…

- You kissed Evans!?

- Yeah, but don’t say it out loud! I’m the only one who knows, he was completely drunk.

- I can’t imagine him drunk enough to forget kissing a girl like you.

- Well, he was nearly knocked out. Don’t tell anybody, please.

- I won’t.

- Pinky promise? - I asked, putting my little finger in front of his face.

- Pinky promise. - he said, rolling his finger with mine. It’s yout turn, doll.

- Yeah, don’t call me like that. Never have I ever gone on a road trip.

He drank. - I went with my best friend and it was fucking awesome! We went from New York to California stoping in all the famous cities and we had such a great week. I wish I could do it again.

- I really want to do the Route 66.

- We’ll do it someday. Together.

- You’re making too many plans. What makes you think we will be friends after this?

- I have a hunch- he answered, shrugging. - My turn.

- Never have I ever thrown up from drinking alcohol.

- Me neither.

- That’s weird, since all your stories are involving alcohol.

- Not all do. Just the ones you ask me!

- That must be it… Ask.

- Never have I ever been drunk on a plane. - He drank. - Seriously?

- Yes, seriously. I went to a party, stayed too long, and almost missed it. But it was okay, I was okay. I almost throw up but, I did not.

- Hastag strong man.

- Yup. Well, never have I ever been kicked out of a party.

- Me neither. I’m such a good girl.

- That I wouldn’t bet…

- Oh, shut up!

- You shut up, Mrs “I kissed Evans”.

- Are you jealous?

- I’m not.

- So you are. Which means you know him.

- I never said so.

- Which means I’m right. Have you done any movies with him?

- I won’t tell.

- So you have.

- Can you stop?

- Yes you did! Oh, my, I’m so close! - He rolled his eyes. - I’ll find out in the next hour, you’ll see!

- I don’t feel like playing anymore, can we stop it here?

- Of course… I have many info. I’ll write it on my notebook. Will you stay here?

- No, I’ll go with you. Let’s go.

We went back to our seats, and I took my notebook.

- Fantastic four, wasn’t it?

- Of course not.

- Captain America then. - he kept quiet. - Yes, you’re on Captain America! I’m so close.

- This has stopped being funny. I’ll tell you, I’m…

- No! I want to guess! Let me guess.

- W-well… fine…

- Great. In half an hour I’ll know it, and you’ll do whatever I want – I bopped his nose. - And it’ll be really funny.

- I hope you don’t ask me to introduce you to Evans so you can introduce his tongue on him.

- Oh, poor jealous Sebastian… I’ll still love you even if you introduce me to Chris and I can finish what I started that day, sweetheart.

- Wait, you wanted to fuck him?

- Who wouldn’t? And, actually, I almost did. I just needed twelve more minutes.

- You can do it in twelve minutes?

- Less, if you push me.

- Wow, you’re such a great girl. I’d love to have a girlfriend like you.

- Well, don’t say it too loud.

- Why?

- Maybe someone will listen. - I smiled.

- Someone like who?

I shrugged. - Someone.

- Someone who can interest me?

I nodded. - Probably.

- Maybe I want they to listen.

- Maybe then you’ll find what you ask for.

- Maybe.

I looked at him, deeply on his eyes. He looked back at him. He was getting closer an closer. He looked at my lips. I smiled and took him by the chin. He got closer, but I stopped him.

- Not until I know who the fuck you are. - I said, and looked back at my notebook, and started to doodle.

He kept looking at me till he realised I was ignoring me and got up, heading to the bathroom.

I smiled, and kept doodling and taking notes about him.

I was liking that soldier.

TAGS: (if you want to be asked just tell me, u won't bother me :) )

@mentally-in-canada

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dmoftheapocalypse · 8 years ago

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ToA Campaign Character Introductions!

Hello all!

My players and I have recently begun a new campaign and plan on using Tomb of Annihilation once it comes out (aka at the time of writing this I just got it a week early yay lol and then we're a week late finishing this one shot bc of events going on...sighhh)

I’ve done our first Campaign Diary and you can find it on my page and I'll be using (surprise surprise) the hastage “campaign diary” as well as “toa” once we start the actual book! But I figured I should introduce our characters:

Our party consists of 5 adventurers (two less than I’m actually used to lol);

The Avariel Druid, Solaris:

At a young age Solaris and her twin sister, Sheena, had quite the knack for the elemental magics and beast shaping abilities. Being born in the Misty Isles, an Avariel city in the sky, this lead to them both quickly being trained to become the next to rule the city. Being twins Solaris was picked to become the next head Priestess while Sheena was to be crowned as Queen. Though things did not go quite as planned, years went by and Sheena was convicted of treachery and was therefore banished and sentenced to death. With her wings ripped from her back she was pushed off the flying city to the ground and never seen or heard from again. Solaris was heart broken that her sister could have done something so bad that they did what they did. Many years went by and Solaris focused intently on her training and endless studies in a way to cope from her sister's violent death, but it was always in the back of her mind never quite going away that her sister could never do what they said she did and that maybe something more was at hand.

With her studies and training finished she must now embark on a journey to the surface as a final trail to becoming the next head Priestess. A mission of diplomacy and leadership, to learn about the world and how to gain the hearts and minds of the many. To help change it for the better and return to tell the tale. Which is most convenient for a girl who discovered that they never checked to see if her sister's body was really there and in naive hope she's set on finding her lost sister and discover the truth.

The Halfling Bard, Isabele:

Once a member of a large seafaring boat with a loving family from all over the world, now part of a mercenary group trying to get back to her Glory days. Not that many years ago Isabele a small but fearless seafarer was in love with waking up on the sea and falling asleep to the rhythmic movements of the waves hitting the boat. She used to sing songs to improve moral, and be able to speak her mind with no rules over her head except for whatever everyone else had. But one day they came into the path of pirates, not just any pirates but the crazed and ruthless kind, two ships seemingly came out of nowhere and they became boxed in and attacked from both sides. These creatures killed everyone and everything, including the boat but decided to take her; that was their first mistake. She was used as a way to... entertain the pirates and hounded with restrictions and rules. Eventually she got good at this and was able to get her way subtly until they finally got close enough to land where she took her chances in the sea. Allowing her to escape was their second biggest mistake they could have made.

Now she has been traveling as part of a free company gaining money and friends throughout the past few years. She hopes that those pirates will make their third and final mistake in their lives and show up around her. Because if they do, they surely wouldn't be surviving to leave, unlike them where she was spared she would not make that mistake with these horrible creatures. She also hopes to get back on the open ocean on a ship and a have such a close crew again...just like the golden days of her life.

(@dargon899)

The Dwarf Warlock, Banthok Goldbrew:

Banthok started as a simple cook serving in a long Dwarven war known as the Dark Wars, with the Duergar and Drow alike, underground. Throughout his years of service many great memories were made as well as a daughter, but many hardships followed as well. Just like any war there were good and bad times, some of the bad times have directed Banthok’s course of life drastically. 10 years after the birth of his daughter, Vestra, his wife, Duma, fell in battle leaving him and his daughter to survive together. Years later forces struck the camp, his daughter and him were located, in a rush of fight for his life as well looking for Vestra, Banthok did such an amazing job he was finally drafted into the fight. After being properly trained and gaining friends on the way he eventually raised in ranks and became a leader of his own squad. Not long after he found himself in yet another terrible battle where he nearly fell, yet something happened to him that day, someone, or something, came to him about a deal to get himself and his squad members out alive. Forever burned into his memory of this decision that changed his life forever he took it, and because it Banthok and 17 out of 24 of the squad survived the battle.

Little did he know that this decision had more to it than expected. Eighteen months went by as the newly named Dwarlock squad cut through enemy forces with no more losses to their squad. But once home he found a note for him telling him that the debt of the deal he made was collected signed ‘The Lord of the First’. His daughter…was gone. With the help of his squad mates he escaped the Underdark and began his desperate search for Vestra on the surface.

The Firbolg Mystic, Tytus:

Found as a child by what seemed like fate, Tytus grew up in a secluded monastery with his human father in the middle of a forest. His father had found him one night by complete chance wrapped loosely covered in dirt and twigs; taking it as a sign from the cosmos the monk took the child and raised it as his own. For the past 60 years this is where he has lived and trained in the ways of tranquility. Living unsure of who he truly was as his father, nor himself knew, he has be a large mystery gaining abilities of not only nature but of the Far Realm as well.

Now after the passing of his adopted father, Tytus named by his father after the elvish word meaning Fate, has decided to seek out his history and find where his origin lies and perhaps write some new stories while finding the truth of his beginning.

The Gnome Artificer, Noye Bypple:

For as long as Noye can remember she had been under the tutelage of an old human inventor named Wallace Greenslade. Learning from him how to make creations both with physical components and magic. As the years went and her mentor got older the inevitable was happening, Wallace was dying. There had be jokes about this day for many, many years, jokes that Wallace would die and Noye would take over his ever growing business as if she was his heir to it all. But when it finally came down to it Noye wasn't so sure she wanted to, while she loved being with her mentor and everything she has learned with him as well when he finally did come to his death bed she didn't know if she could accept the business.

As the week went by after his death Noye was still so unsure about owning such a business, wanting to go out and see the world. Nearing the end of the week a rumor came to her ears, someone she had met long ago, someone who was curious about the Thunder Canon she had built years back and to which she helped him build his own. He was heard to be hurt, badly, very badly; to the point the people that told her was unsure if he was alive anymore. So with that she closed up Mr. Greenslade's shop, for good this time. She knew she would live for a few hundred years but decided she wanted to see the world and not miss any of it. She would help those around the world with the inventions that were sold by her and Mr. Greenslade's and if possible find and help the one she heard about, maybe even others out there as well.

(@ominouswalrus)

Enjoy our adventure! ⭐

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