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aquathewriter · 2 months ago

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The Tail of an Alchemist (Chimera/Merperson au proof of concept)

So, as stated above, this is just a proof of concept for this idea! Obviously, ideas will change between this and the final version (whenever I do write that).

Context: This is set in Dublith and after brotherhood. Before the start, Ed and Al were visiting their teacher and would have moved on to Resembool, but Ed was kidnapped and used in a chimera experiment where aquatic creatures were used instead of land animals. A month has passed since Ed's kidnapping, and Al has been tirelessly looking for him when he is sent an unsigned note and told to meet them at a cafe in town, and he will be told everything.

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Al looked at the note in his hands to confirm he was at the right café. Biting the inside of his cheek, he skimmed the message over again before looking up again to see a woman wearing a large white sun hat, dark large-rimmed sunglasses, and a flowy light blue sundress smiling at him and waving like an old friend. His eyebrows knitted together with uncertainty, and he awkwardly waved as he made his way to the middle of the outdoor dining area.

“Oh, it’s so nice to see you again, Alphonse!” She gushed as he stepped closer. He opened his mouth to speak but was abruptly cut off when she reached and hugged him tightly. “My name is Khrista,” she whispered before letting him go and motioning for him to sit in the chair across from her. “I hope you don’t mind that I ordered for you.”

“U-uh, n-no, that’s-that’s fine.” He was still reeling from the sudden interaction with this woman. He then shook his head, cleared his throat, and tried to get to the point of their meet-up. “Your note said you knew where my broth-“ He jumped a little as Khrista quickly raised her hand to stop him.

“Speak quietly,” her voice was now low and serious, starkly contrasting to how she had spoken just moments ago. “I don’t know if they’re watching or not.” She pulled her hand away, and he looked at her in confusion.

“Who’s watching?” Al whispered.

“My coworkers.” The blond was now more confused. Khrista sighed and began to explain, “I used to work in one of the labs in Central. My department specialized in chimera alchemy.” A chill shot down Al’s back. “Not long after Bradley was killed, the military cleared out the labs, and the experiments we were doing came to light.”

“You were using death row inmates, weren’t you?” Khrista gasped quietly.

“How did you know?”

“It was partially a guess, but my brother and I know what was happening at Lab 5.” She sighed again and nodded.

“We were using death row inmates and also soldiers deemed too close to death to be saved.” Al swallowed as the Devil’s Nest chimeras, and then Nina flashed through his head.

“Was-“ Al stopped short as a waiter approached their table and placed plates in front of them. It looked like a simple breakfast sandwich. They thanked the waiter and waited for him to be out of earshot before diving back into their conversation. “Was a man named Shou Tucker working with you?”

“The Sewing Life Alchemist?” Al nodded, “No, he wasn’t, but I heard rumors that they were thinking of asking him to have him work with us, but then…” She picked up a grape from her plate and popped it into her mouth before continuing. “My department and I fled before the soldiers could round us up. There were about six of us, and almost all of us were addicted to trying to create the perfect chimera, myself being one of them.” Though he couldn’t see her eyes very well, thanks to her sunglasses, he saw that she looked ashamed and avoided meeting his eyes by staring down at her food. “One of my coworkers said they knew of an abandoned building just outside of Dublith, their hometown. We made our way down here, and they showed us the building. We got to work making a new secret lab to continue our work. Thanks to alchemy, it didn’t take long to make, and it was up and running within a couple of months. We had discussed how and where we would get test subjects, and our department head, Dante, said they would use anyone who wouldn’t be missed. Homeless people, gang members, drug dealers…the list goes on.” She sniffed and quickly wiped her eyes with her fingertips.

“About a year and a half into it, something happened that made me wake up. One of my coworkers brought in a young orphan child. From there, I started to try to distance myself from the others so I could run away. I was ready to do it about a month ago, but then your brother was brought in.” She pressed her lips together into a thin line as she grabbed the small clasp purse that sat off to the side and started to dig a little. It wasn’t long before she produced two small square sheets of paper and placed them in front of the blond. “I can tell that you’re skeptical of what I’m saying, and if I were in your place, I’d think I was crazy, too.” she laughed awkwardly before clasping her purse closed and placing it in her lap. “They’re photographs, but…they’re not going to be easy to look at.” Al swallowed and reached a shaky hand out to pick one of the photos up.

She was right, though, about him being skeptical. But then, who was he to doubt when he was once a soul bonded to a suit of armor? He picked one of the photos up and slowly turned it over. His breath caught in his throat when he saw that the photograph was of his brother lying unconscious in the center of a transmutation circle. His hair was down and splayed around him, and he wore what looked like a hospital gown. His automail leg was gone, and his real foot was just out of frame, but he could see a shadow of something, or a few somethings, lying on the ground just out of sight. He handed the picture to Khrista and slowly picked up the second photo. He turned it over, gasped in fear, and dropped it. The photo fluttered down until it rested against his untouched sandwich and continued to show him the image. Al glanced up at Khrista and saw the apologetic look on her face. Looking back at the photo, he knew it was Ed, but he wasn’t himself.

Al couldn’t see his brother’s face as he was curled into the fetal position, but instead of legs, he had what looked like a fish’s tail. Ed’s hair also hung loose and floated around him, and he noticed fins in the place where his ears should be. Horrified, Al looked up at Khrista and saw that she had taken her sunglasses off. She looked at him with apologetic, muted-blue eyes. “I yelled at Dante and told her that taking a child was going too far, but now she crossed a line that was now a dangled noose above our heads. To take someone as well known as your brother…because of my talking back, Dante forced me to help activate the circle,” she spoke softly before pulling something silver out of the purse and placing it between them. When she pulled her hand back, it was revealed to be a State Alchemist pocket watch. He didn’t even have to look closer to know it was Ed’s. Anger bubbled with him when he heard this. He wanted to lash out at her and yell at her.

“How dare you do this! He’s the only family I have left!”

“Forced? Yeah, like, I believe that! You said so yourself that you were addicted to creating chimeras!”

Al took a deep breath and tried to calm down. It wasn’t the time or place for that. “Does…” Al swallowed his worry and anger. “Does he know who he is still?” She nodded, and relief washed over him.

“From the eyes of an alchemist specializing in chimeras, he’s a wonder. From the eyes of a human, it’s a relief. His cognitive functions are normal, and he can still speak cohesively.” Al let out a humorless laugh.

“I bet you got to witness the full extent of his vocabulary when he woke up.” she nodded before taking the photographs back.

“I also know you’ve been trying to help my little sister try and find me.” Al looked at her in confusion before he realized why her eyes looked so familiar. “Please just tell Claus that I’m fine and I'll be home soon.” he nodded before scooting his chair closer to the table, resting his crossed arms on it.

“So, what’s the plan to break him out?”

…

Ed sighed as he sat in the dark corner of his watery prison. His tail was pressed against his chest, and his arms were wrapped around it. He rhythmically tapped the back of his head against the glass that held him captive. His tank was massive, and he thought it could easily hold a whale, but there wouldn’t be enough room for the whale to swim around. There were only so many times he could swim around in a circle.

He knew he wouldn’t get any sleep thanks to the scientists and their tests. They always knock him out when it comes to tests that require him to be out of the tank. They knew he’d try to fight them. Then again, Ed couldn’t remember the last time he did get a good full night's sleep. It was long before he was brought here, that’s for sure. He sighed and continued to tap his head while thinking, “How many times can I do this before I get brain damage?” and “How hard should I hit my head so I knock myself out?”

A short amount of time passed, and Ed was actually starting to feel a little sleepy, but that was startled away when a massive crash and splash happened above him. Looking up, he saw clumps of dirt and rock raining down from the ceiling above him and into his tank. Thinking fast and not wanting to be crushed, he pushed himself off the ground and quickly swam for safety.

As he was about to reach a hollowed rock he had been using as a hideaway, he heard a gurgling yelp, and it caused him to stop. Looking toward the sound, he saw a familiar shape pinned under a boulder twice their size at the bottom of his tank.

”Who…?” Ed breathed before reaching the figure. It wasn’t until he fully saw the shape and felt his heart drop. “Alphonse!” Ed cried out before propelling himself to his little brother’s aid.

Upon reaching the younger blond’s side, Al clapped his hands and placed them against the rock. Alchemic sparks danced around them before the boulder crumbled to pieces. Ed quickly cleared what was still on his brother before wrapping his arms around Al’s torso and pushing them toward the surface as fast as he could.

Ed only took a few moments to reach and break the water's surface, with Al following right behind. As Al coughed the water from his lungs, Ed couldn’t help the wide, excited grin spread across his face. “Al!” his voice shook as he pulled his little brother close and hugged him. Al coughed a few more times before laughing and returning the hug.

“You’re making it seem like I was the one who’s been missing for a month.” They separated, and Ed continued to grin like a fool as he placed his hands on either side of Al’s head and made his little brother look at him.

“You were just drowning, dumbass!” Al laughed again, but the younger teen’s smile soon faded, and he was no longer looking at his brother’s eyes but his mouth. Ed’s smile quickly vanished when he realized what Al was looking at. He covered his mouth with one of his hands while putting a little distance between them, scared of what his brother would think. But that only gave his brother more to gawk at.

“Your teeth…and hands…” Ed was about to dive to hide, but Al grabbed his arm. “I already knew you were a chimera, Brother.” Ed gasped and looked back at the younger teen.

“How…?”

“Well,” Al let go of his brother and tried to place his hands on the sides of his head but had difficulty staying upright and above the water. All he needed was his tail to keep above the water, so Ed reached out and grabbed his brother’s arms to keep him steady. “These are a dead giveaway.” the older blond then realized that Al was mimicking the fins on the sides of his head. While giving his brother an unamused look, he let go and let Al drop a little. Not expecting the sudden loss of support, the younger teen got a mouth and nose full of water as his head briefly dipped below the surface. Al quickly pushed himself back up and treaded water while coughing and blowing out the water from his nose. “Also,” he started again, pushing his wet hair out of his face and wiping the water from his eyes, “one of the scientists told me.” Ed looked at his brother in disbelief.

“You’re trusting one of them?”

“I’m trusting her as far as I can throw her.” Ed clenched his jaw and let a sigh out his nose.

“What’s her name?”

“Khrista Bowmont. She sent me a letter, and we met-”

“Wait!” Ed cut him off as he heard the name. “I’ll be right back!” He pointed to a ledge with a door behind it for his brother to get out before diving back down. He swam to his hollowed rock and grabbed the alchemy book that had been dropped into his tank shortly after waking up. Like before, it didn’t take him long to reach the surface, and he found Al sitting on the edge, feet and shins still dangling in the water, with his t-shirt off. He was wringing it as Ed swam closer. Just before reaching his brother, he noticed movement from the corner of his eye. Looking toward it, he saw a rope dangling from a hole in the now-destroyed ceiling and floating on the water's surface. “How the hell did you do all that, Al?”

“Um…” the younger blond hummed as he looked up at the chaos he brought, “I was making the hole as I went down, and I didn’t realize how unstable it all was.” Having followed Al’s gaze, Ed looked back to see his brother smiling sheepishly. The former alchemist shook his head and resumed his swim toward his brother.

Upon reaching the edge, Ed pulled himself up enough to where his tail was still submerged, but his torso was out of the water, and he used his arms to keep himself perched like that next to his brother. “Not long after I first woke up here, this was dropped into the tank.” He handed the book to his brother. After putting his damp shirt back on, Al took it and immediately noticed how it felt different from a normal book. “I know, right? I think someone used alchemy to make it waterproof. But that’s not the important part.” while Al still held it, Ed lifted the cover to show the note on the inside.

“Keep this hidden so Dante doesn’t know I gave it to you. Khris B.” Al read aloud before falling silent for a moment. He then put the book off to the side before pulling out a soaked folded piece of paper. After quickly drying it with alchemy, Al unfolded it, turned the book back toward Ed, and held his note next to the one in the book. Ed compared the handwriting and came to the same conclusion as his brother.

“They’re the same.”

“I think she’s been trying to help from the beginning.”

“Well, she can help by giving me my legs back,” Ed mumbled before dropping back into the water.

“She intends to do that, but we must get you out of here first.” Al stood up, used alchemy to dry his clothes, and looked back at the door. “Do you know what's behind this door?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve had time to get out and look around. It’s just sunshine and rainbows in there.” Al unamusedly looked back at his brother while Ed flicked some water at him with the tip of his tail. Al rolled his eyes before looking back at the door and tried to turn the handle, but he found it locked. “Wouldn’t be surprised if they really thought I would try to leave.”

“Did you?” Al asked as he clapped his hands.

“I tried to get up there, but this damn tail is heavy and awkward, so I can’t swing it up there like I would if I had legs. What I did before is a bit easier since the tail is still in the water.” Al hummed before he placed his hands on the door next to the hand and made a hole large enough for him to stick his arm through. Doing so, he felt around for a few moments before they both heard a soft click. Ed saw his brother grin a little as he pulled his arm back, fixed the door, and opened it. “How the hell do you plan on getting me out anyway?” Ed called out as Al flicked on the light and entered the room.

“Well, I was initially going to carry you, but if your tail is really that heavy…maybe a cart or…” Al fell silent before running out of view.

“Al?” Ed called out before pulling himself up onto the ledge again. “Alphonse?” He tried to look into the room but could only see wetsuits lining the far wall. “Al!” Ed called out again.

“Brother!” the older blond gasped before sighing with relief as Al stepped back into the doorway with an excited smile. “There's stuff in here that I don't think you can see, but I think I can make a-a harness or something with the stuff in here!” Ed was unsure about the idea, but before he could voice his opinion, he froze when he heard voices coming from close by and getting closer.

“Al, hide!” Ed hissed before dropping back into the water.

“What? Broth-?”

“Just do it, Alphonse!” Ed commanded, careful not to be too loud, and then dove into his tank. As he reached the bottom, he saw Dante and a couple of her cronies marching up to him. She looked so furious as she scribbled something onto a notepad. She turned it around, and he read the message.

“What the hell happened in here?!” feigning innocence, Ed shrugged. “That’s bullshit!” she hissed, not knowing that he could actually hear her. “Follow me; we need to get to the dive room!” she commanded before turning on her heels and marched out with her cronies right on her heels. Worried, he returned to the surface and called for his brother. “Al, whatever you have planned, do it now! We have company coming up!” after hearing his brother run around the room for about a minute before he came barrelling out with his arms full of stuff. He dumped it onto the ground before turning back and clapping his hands. Placing them on the wall next to the door, he used alchemy to erase the door. “That’s only going to stop them for so long, Al! Most, if not all, of them are an alchemist of some sort!”

“And I just need a minute or two to figure out what I’m going to do here!” Al spoke back before crouching next to his mess. As the younger teen arranged his things, Ed listened as Dante’s annoying voice gradually grew closer and closer. “Come on, Al!” Ed muttered through clenched teeth as his eyes flicked from his brother to where the door was. His tail twitched anxiously as the hurried footsteps grew closer and closer, and soon another door opened.

“What did he do to the door?!” Dante now shrieked from the other side. Before Ed could say anything, Al clapped his hands and placed them on his mess. Sparks danced around the younger blond, and it wasn’t long before he stood and held up what looked like a tangle of straps.

“What the hell is that?!” Ed exclaimed as he watched Al put the thing on.

“Hopefully, a way to get you out,” he said as he tightened the straps on his shoulders. Al then took a deep breath and dove back into the tank. Ed waited for Al to resurface but quickly noticed that his brother was swimming straight down.

“Carve the circle faster!” with an annoyed groan, Ed dove under and quickly caught up with Al.

“What are you doing?” he knew his brother couldn’t clearly hear him, but he seemed to understand. Al pointed to the bottom, and Ed let out a sigh. “You’re insane!” He wrapped his arms around Al’s torso and quickly brought them both to the bottom of his tank. Al clapped his hands and placed them on the sand below them. Sparks danced, and a platform formed beneath them. It caught the brothers and quickly carried them upward.

They broke through the surface faster than Ed could swim. The blond chimera quickly grabbed the rope as the rose so his brother could focus on his transmutation. Just as they were about to reach the hole, Dante and her cronies broke through, and the last glimpse they saw of Ed was him giving them the middle finger while he bore his teeth in a snarky grin.

~*~

Al had brought them up several more feet before stopping. Sitting behind his brother, Ed couldn’t see his face, but he could tell that the younger teen was hunched over and his head hung in front of him. “Are you okay, Al?” Ed asked softly, clearly hearing his brother panting quietly.

“Yeah…yeah, I’ll be fine. Just…a lot of alchemy in a very short amount of time, and holding my breath underwater didn’t help much either.” Ed sighed quietly and gently patted the alchemist’s arm before resting his forehead on his shoulder.

”Don’t worry, Al, take your time.” Ed whispered. They were quiet, except for Al’s panting, for a few moments before Al shifted slightly. Ed moved his head and saw his brother looking at him curiously.

”So…you can talk underwater?”

”Seriously? Now? When we’re at the bottom of a hole?” Ed countered, unable to hide the laughter in his voice.

”Yes! I’m curious! You’re…you’re the first aquatic chimera either of us have seen!”

”Fine, yes, I can more or less talk underwater. Which is honestly useless when no one else is underwater nor can really hear me.” Al nodded in agreement. “My night vision is a lot better, though.”

”Really? How so?”

”Well, it’s-“The ground beneath suddenly jerked, and they quickly rose again. Fear rose in Ed’s as the mouth of the hole grew closer and closer. He knew what they’d do to him, just drop him back into the tank, but Al? They’d probably curse him like they had done to his older brother. That was the last thing Ed wanted. If either of them had to have a cursed body again, Ed would want it to be him and only him this time around. Alchemic sparks danced around them a few times, and within a few minutes, they were face to face with a woman with black pixie-cut hair and muted-blue eyes.

”What the hell took you two so long?” she asked as she gathered the cloth with a transmutation circle on it and stood up.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t seen my brother in over a month and have been worried sick about him, Khrista,” Al said with a roll of his eyes, which caused Ed to chuckle. Distracted by his brother, Ed didn’t notice the woman getting closer to him before it was too late, and she was touching his forehead.

”Hey, don’t touch me!” he snapped before shoving her hand away.

”Easy, Edward! I understand that you don’t trust me, but out of the three of us, I know the most about your current makeup.” she said calmly while holding her hands up to show that she was unarmed. Ed glared at her as she crossed her arms under her chest. “We can’t let him get too dry. There’s-“ she stopped when Ed’s head quickly whipped around in a direction and listened to a sound that the other two couldn’t hear. It was a mixture of alchemic sparks and metal grinding against metal. “Okay, double time!” She breathed as she crouched next to them and had Al turn around. “About a mile, maybe two, east of here is a small river.”

”I know it.” Al said as Khrista helped strap Ed into the homemade harness. The Chimera’s right hip rested on his brother's back while most of his tail hung to the left and was close to dragging on the ground.

“Good. I hid a large towel there in an old tree stump. It’s gonna be uncomfortable for you, Alphonse, but it's soaking wet, and then wrap it around the both of you. This will keep your brother wet and hidden if you need to go through town.” She helped Al stand and keep his balance under Ed’s weight. “Get there as fast as you can, stay out of sight, and keep him wet!” She then started to make her way to where Ed heard the noise.

”What about you?” Al called out.

”I found you before; I’ll find you again.” She said without looking back. She stepped into the forest and brush and vanished, leaving the brothers alone.

”We should get going, Al.” Ed whispered as he wrapped his arms around Al’s neck. The younger teen nodded, held the end of Ed’s tail to prevent it from dragging on the ground, and began the shortish trek.

”You do know how weird this is, right?” There was laughter in Al’s voice as he spoke.

”Ugh, don’t remind me.” The chimera muttered as he rested his chin on Al’s head. Closing his eyes, Ed listened to the world around them, just grateful to be outside once more.

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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 3 months ago

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objectively speaking

if we arrange me and the adversary on a chinese checker board

fuck checkers and chess it's too black and white and red

if I'm going to organize my thoughts then you better have

at least five different colors of highlighters or something

just be glad I'm not asking for watercolor pencils or glitter pens

beauty is something that allows the mind to calm

it's literally nature and the way the universe works

the more attractive something is the more it attracts

if it's attractive in a positive way it attracts positive things

if it's attractive in a negative way it attracts negative things

your free will is the wild card and some of us forget how to use it

though if you're punished enough for thinking differently

you learn how to suppress your authenticity well enough

to fool even yourself into forming a new identity

I actually don't like to see people suffering

not even my enemies except when I'm mad

but after I let myself be mad about it then things cool down

I think at some point I forgot to let myself be mad

it didn't seem to help anything and only made things worse

it takes a lot of energy to forget to be mad

daddy stop hurting mommy

mommy don't be mad

this is the message I have received my entire life

don't be mad that I'm hurting you

and to have my three year old say it so many times

it must have turned me back into a winter soldier

it doesn't go away all that anger

no matter how fresh or old it is

when I am forced to look at that old anger

and why it makes me angry

to understand some present patterns

it makes me so fucking tired

what happens in a sauna when you pour water

over those burning embers in a small room

the room fills with steam and it makes you so tired

just sucks the energy right out of you

that's how it feels when I finally feel contempt

it's like now you made me tired

and I'm gonna make you tired too

now I have to match your energy

now I have to really look at things

and see just how much you fucked me over

and let you face every fucking consequence

of your immature and incompetent actions

just because you didn't want to admit

that your parents emotionally neglected you

and the rub is that they were cycle breakers

just like me so they actually did a great job

considering what they were working with

also I think you secretly know I'd be better at your job

than you are and I didn't even graduate with my masters

funny because when I tried you used to go into rages

and yell at me while I sat there literally

with my head on my desk cowering

just waiting for it to be over

or threatened to use vyvanse fatally

which scared the shit out of me

and I yelled at you too

I yelled at you and I fucking scared you

but it was in the face of you harming the emotions of my kids

and it's also because you're terrified of women

wonder why that is?

frankly you're terrified of everyone

I'm glad you're back on your medication

it's been a fucking shitshow since you got off it

but when I brought that up you just told me

I was the one with problems and not to control you

"I wish he was still the same as before", my oldest said

as I joined him on the front steps under the moon

I knew he was outside because he was overstimulated

and overwhelmed because we both live in an

environment where we can't do anything

but warrant some negative opinion from you

I'm glad you don't do it to the others

but that's a shitty thing to be thankful for

my oldest son doesn't feel safe enough to enjoy

a family dinner or anything around you

and I only know I feel the same because of watching him

because I've numbed myself to the dysfunction

and as I was thinking about what broke my heart last year

like what the actual straw that broke the camel's back was

I realized... it wasn't you or losing my parents

which I thought it was and I was pissed about that

it was losing all those rabbits and the rabbit business

I wanted to build and worked tirelessly for

literally bled for and grieved for

only to have you come home and tell me

I wasn't keeping the house clean enough

while I was teaching my kids how to enjoy

animal husbandry and archery and music all summer

so fuck you and everything you stand for

what truly broke me was losing all those rabbits

it's those rabbits I miss when I'm saddest

you didn't finally break my heart

it was the loss of my bunnies

and I don't know why

but that helps me so much lol

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nadezhda-wexler · 4 months ago

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👋🌸 Hi, I hope this message finds you well.

My family is in immediate danger due to the ongoing violence in Gaza, and I’ve launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please help by sharing the campaign post from my profile? Every share could be a lifeline. Our campaign is verified ⭐️ (248) by @el-shab-hussein @nabulsi.

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With gratitude, Dr. Farhat's Family 🌹

Please donate, share and reblog!!

In the heart of war-torn Gaza, where destruction and loss are a daily reality, lies the deeply moving tale of Dr. Husam Farhat and his family. Amidst the relentless bombardment, Dr. Farhat faced an unthinkable tragedy: the martyrdom of his beloved sisters, Inas and Amal, along with their husbands and children, and his brother Mustafa. This devastating loss shattered not only their dreams but also their hopes for a peaceful future.

[...]

The Loss of My Professional Dream and Life After the War

And it wasn’t just my home that was destroyed. My accounting office, one of the most renowned in Palestine, was also reduced to rubble. I had worked tirelessly to build this office, which wasn't just a place of business but a reflection of my passion and dedication to the field of accounting. It was our primary source of income, providing financial stability and security for my family, My office was well-known for its exceptional services and strong reputation among clients. Over the years, it had become a symbol of success and hard work in the accounting world. But the war took it all away in an instant. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve was destroyed, and years of effort and dedication were wiped out in moments, Now, I stand on the ruins of my office, just as I stand on the ruins of my life, trying to piece together the remnants of my dreams and memories. This office was a source of pride for me and my family, but the war has left us with nothing, facing an uncertain and difficult future.

War's Toll on My Dreams and Future

The war didn’t just destroy my home and office; it shattered my dreams and future. As a PhD candidate in Accounting Information Systems at Universiti Utara Malaysia, I was in my final year, pursuing research that is a significant contribution to my field and valuable to entrepreneurs. With a master’s degree with distinction and a bachelor's degree, I also taught at several universities, sharing my knowledge and passion, But the war disrupted everything. Years of hard work, academic progress, and my contributions to the field have been torn apart, leaving me with an uncertain future. Now, I am faced with the daunting task of not only rebuilding my life but also reviving the dreams and ambitions that once drove me. The journey ahead is filled with challenges, but my resolve to continue remains strong.

Displacement and Uncertainty After the War

Now, after all this devastation, my family and I are living as displaced people, homeless and jobless, with no clear future for ourselves or our children. Every day is a struggle to find food for my children, who have been robbed of every chance at a normal life by this war. Once, we lived in Shuja'iyya, in North Gaza, where we had a home, a life, and dreams. But now, after being displaced over nine times, we find ourselves in the refugee camps of Nuseirat, the war has stripped us of everything—our home, our security, and our future. Our daily life has become a constant search for basic necessities, a far cry from the life we once knew. The dreams I had for my children and myself now feel like distant memories, overshadowed by the relentless challenges of survival. Each day brings new uncertainties, as we navigate this harsh new reality, clinging to the hope that one day we might rebuild what was lost.

Rebuild Hope: A Call to Stand with Us

[...]

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monica428 · 1 year ago

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https://gofund.me/727fc906

Preserving Our Family Home - Your Support Can Make a Difference

Dear Friends and Supporters,

I am Monica Russup, and I am reaching out to you today in a time of great need. Recently, my world was turned upside down when my beloved mother passed away. Amidst the emotional turmoil that followed, I discovered a looming threat that could snatch away the place I've called home for 57 years – our family house.

Over the past three years, unknown to me and my mother, the real estate taxes on our cherished home have gone unpaid. Now, the deadline is fast approaching – August 31st – and I find myself facing an insurmountable challenge. We need to raise $1,008.42 to prevent our home from being put up for sale. (Update - thanks to all of you who have so generously donated so far, the initial payment has been made, but I have 3 more of $1066 in Nov, Feb, and May, and then the most recent ones. I am afraid I can't make all of these payments).

I work tirelessly, clocking in 40-plus hours a week, and I can make some payments. However, the lump sum required is beyond my reach, and that's where your support comes in.

I am not just a single mom; I am a single mom with responsibilities that extend beyond my own children. I have my two teenagers, one of whom is desperately seeking employment and re-enrolling in high school, while the other is diligently pursuing her education. Additionally, I care for my 37-year-old daughter, who battles a debilitating medical condition that sometimes leaves her unable to walk. She has a 10-year-old son, my grandson, who relies on us for stability and love.

To make matters more complex (but also filled with love), we share our home with five wonderful dogs. Our land, our sanctuary, is their playground. It's not just a house we're fighting for; it's a home where cherished memories have been made, and where we continue to build our family's legacy.

Let me be clear – my mother's oversight was not her fault, and I carry the weight of not being more vigilant. But, this place has been our sanctuary for generations, and I refuse to let it slip away without a fight.

You see, I'm not just anyone; I'm someone who's journeyed through the darkest of times and emerged on the other side. I am an addict in long-term recovery, and I've worked tirelessly for the past six years to rebuild my life. Right now, it feels like everything is unraveling, and I desperately need your help to hold it together.

The photo above is of our backyard, with the fence we put in for two of our five dogs. It also captures my three daughters and my grandson – the heartbeats of this home. We're a family trying to hold onto our little piece of heaven on Earth.

Any help, no matter how small, is a lifeline for us. Your generosity will not just rescue our home; it will breathe life into our dreams, provide a haven for our family, and preserve our history. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for anything you can contribute.

I love where I live, and with your support, I hope to continue living here and building a brighter future. To all those who have already donated, thank you for your kindness and belief in our cause. Together, we can save our home and continue writing the story of our family's life here for generations to come.

With immense gratitude,

Monica Russup and Family

Now, let me explain how your contributions will be used to achieve our campaign goal of $8,000.

The immediate and most pressing need is to settle the outstanding real estate taxes to prevent the sale of our family home. This payment is crucial to ensure we maintain a roof over our heads.

We have additional property tax payments due in November, February, and May, totaling $3,198. Your support will help us meet these ongoing obligations and secure our home's future.

To navigate the legal processes involved in rectifying our tax situation and preserving our home, we may require legal assistance. This fund will cover any necessary legal fees, documentation, and administrative costs.

Over the years, our family home has aged, and it needs some essential repairs and maintenance. These funds will go towards ensuring the safety and comfort of our living space.

As mentioned, we have a family member battling a debilitating medical condition. This amount will be allocated to cover medical bills, medication, and other essential support services.

We are committed to providing educational opportunities for our children and helping them secure stable employment. This fund will assist in covering educational expenses and job-seeking costs.

Our dogs are an integral part of our family, and we want to ensure their well-being. This amount will be dedicated to their healthcare and maintenance.

Running a campaign involves various costs, including fundraising platform fees, communication, and outreach. This fund will support these necessary expenses to ensure the success of our campaign.

We want to account for any unexpected expenses or shortfalls to ensure we can meet all our financial obligations.

Your generous donations will not only save our home but also provide our family with the stability and security we need during this challenging time. Together, we can overcome this obstacle and continue building a brighter future for our family while preserving our cherished family history in our beloved home.

Thank you for your compassion, support, and belief in our cause. Your contributions will make a profound impact on our lives, and we are deeply grateful for your generosity.

With heartfelt appreciation,

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anderson1bau · 2 years ago

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Leap into the unknown: a story about how to lose everything, but not lose heart…

(2Part)

Coming to Finland was a breath of fresh air compared to my past, when I had started in Germany. I couldn't wait to start anew, and I quickly plunged into work, hoping to build a successful future that I had previously struggled to achieve. I was determined to create a construction company that would set a new standard for quality, transparency and on-time performance. It was a daunting task, but I worked tirelessly toward attracting new clients and building a brand that would resonate with clients. After five difficult months, I finally got my first contract and put all my energy into making it a success. Each day I felt more and more confident and began hiring employees to join me.But as our workload increased, so did our financial risks. We ran into a client who wouldn't pay us, which put the company in a precarious position. Despite my best efforts to find a way to pay my employees' salaries, I soon found myself mired in debt. Trying to weather the storm, we took on other projects and solidified our reputation in the industry. However, when we faced another financial setback related to unfriendly customers, it became clear that we could no longer continue. It was a difficult decision, but I knew it was time to close the company and say goodbye to my team. After experiencing such a devastating loss, I felt lost and didn't know what to do next. In a desperate attempt to avoid mounting debt, I resorted to gambling, hoping it would give me a quick fix. Unfortunately, this only made things worse, and I found myself in an even worse situation than before. Realizing that I needed help to overcome my financial difficulties and get back to a normal life, I turned to you for advice and support. It is not easy for me to ask for help, but I have gotten to the point where I cannot do it on my own. I am currently in dire financial straits and am struggling to make ends meet. I turn to you, dear reader, in hopes that you can help me in my time of need. I am looking for financial support to help me pay off my debts and get back on my feet. I understand that asking for money can be difficult, but I assure you that any amount you can spare will put my faith and my life back on track. I am also willing to work hard and make the necessary changes in my life to never be in this situation again. Ready to do whatever it takes to get back on my feet and regain financial stability. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support will mean a lot to me, and I will be forever grateful for your kindness.

Sincerely,

V.A.

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greenmegsnoham · 3 years ago

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✨💕2022 Goals!!💕✨

Thank you @pennygalleon @corvuscrowned and @mystickitten42 for the tag! 😘

✨Reflection✨

Wow. What a year 2021 has been....insane.

I've appreciated being a part of this fandom more than you all could ever know.

I used to live where I could live my HP dreams in Orlando, FL, and although I don't regret moving back up north, I was in desperate need to re-connect with the stories I genuinely thank for the person I became. (but fuck jkr tho)

I started reading fic in September and writing in October of 2020, pushed out nearly 400k, birthed a podcast project with my best friend, and have worked tirelessly to build a community of love and acceptance in fandom that appeared severely lacking.

I've met so many amazing people and the love I feel here is just....ugh. I thank the Drarry community for being my gateway drug to far more content than I could even attempt to consume or create.

We all create and consume for our own reasons, and a huge part for me was to find my bliss in dark times, help myself through my depression and isolation. I've never felt so free and unapologetically me, and that wouldn't have been possible without all the beautiful members of fandom.

Thank you! 💕

✨Okay, yes. Goals.✨

💕No Fests, Except...

Being a part of various fests in this pat year has helped me grow as a writer, exposing myself to content and ships I never would have considered writing/reading and it's been an absolute joy. I'm so proud of everything I made. Especially [redacted] for HD Erised. I poured my entire soul into that work and it brought me just as much joy as exhaustion.

So! As much as I loved everything I made, I also need to acknowledge the stress that deadlines put on me and my personal wellness. Writing is something I am passionate about and my husband has always said "you're one of the few people I know that can make a hobby into a job."

He's right.

Fests = me putting my time and energy into something at the detriment of other wonderful experiences in life I've been missing because I "had to get it done".

IF I do any fests in 2022, it will be SELF-PROMPT and submitted if I have completed something appropriate within the timeframe.

Bottom line: Yes there are a million amazing fests happening all year long. It's so damn wonderful, but I have to know my limits and I need to get back and write for me at my own pace.

BUT! I have every intention of investing in the hp events/fest community regardless with events like @hpshipuary and @hpcestfest because, well. I want to! And, if I don't create anything for them, WHO CARES?! They are there for those who do!!

💕Which leads into...Fandom Advocacy...

Call me Helga Hufflepuff because I want everyone in fandom to feel seen, accepted, and loved and not judged base on what they consume or create.

I've been there for myself and I NEVER want anyone to feel like they don't 'fit' somewhere or that what they enjoy is wrong. You do not exist for someone else's approval. Find YOUR bliss and celebrate it. Don't give anyone the power to take what you love away from you, especially no-names on the internet. Like, bye.

If you want/need a space, @careofmagicalshippers has the space for you, growing into the space we all need and deserve: Join the Magical Shippers discord

💕Writing: for me, including original fiction

I had no idea I could love something as much as I love writing. I've always been a creative, with an Illustration BFA degree, but finding this however late in life has been one of the best things that has happened to me.

I have so many ideas for stories I haven't had the time to pursue (thank you fests 🤣) and WIPs that need love. I'm writing what I love on my terms and when I'm given that opportunity I know I'm at my best.

And as mentioned above, I often make hobbies into a job BUT I could see myself MAKING it a job. I want to keep writing and of course I will continue writing fanfiction. But the idea of becoming a published author for something entirely my own is so magical in itself. So, who knows!!!

💕Continue creating @careofmagicalshippers and @snapechatpodcast - with no end in sight.

What brings me more joy than writing and reading Harry Potter fanfiction and it's characters and ships? TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE IT!

Nathan and I have been having a blast with CoMS and we know you are too and that brings us so much joy. This world needs more love and laughs and we love to provide!

I also love that I can join friends like @snapecentric @danni-the-puff and @willwediejustalittle and others to share our Snapey love amongst ourselves and with others.

It's so much work but it is a labour of love that is worth it.

💕On a personal level...

I need to take better care of myself physically and mentally. There are several things over the years that I've let become lesser priority than they need to be. I need to take the time to recalibrate and find better balance in my life including relationships and health.

I need to be present with my husband and family.

I love the HP fandom and it isn't going anywhere. If I step away from my phone and discord or don't open Google Docs the world isn't going to burst into flames. In fact, by not doing so I create more fires than not. I acknowledge I've had a very selfish year - partly due to my manic depression and severe manic episode - and I need to remember my choices affect others.

Writing and interacting in fandom brings me so much joy, but it's okay for other things to bring me joy. I mean THEY SHOULD.

✨Here's to a Happier and Healthier 2022!✨

And remember...sticks and stones may break our bones, but words are just words. Don't give them more power than they deserve. 💕

Give power to the words that matter. Like how much I love you! 🥰

Pretty sure like everyone under the sun has been tagged already but oh well 🤣 @phenomenalasterisk @samunderthelights @avalonmoonshinesstuff @veelawings @oliverwilde105 @danni-the-puff @francis-sinbin @deaserkan @fuckboyregulus @screamingfae @rhiaflamesong @wheezykat @blue--dreaming @bronwenackeley @ronbinary @fw00shy @erlasart @quicksilvermaid @violetweasley19 @the-sinking-ship @mxmaneater @gnarf @swisstae

#2022 goals #Harry Potter #cw mental health #hp fanfiction #hp fandom #writing #podcast #self care #drarry #love not hate #resolution

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captains-simp · 3 years ago

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Hi can you write a carol fic where carol and fem!reader are exes but reader is also a villain so she constantly pisses off carol just to get her attention 🥳 happy ending too plz

Girlfriends to enemies to yearning enemies to lovers??? Where has this idea been all my life?

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"She's at it again." Natasha sighed as she watched the TV screen carefully. Carol groaned loudly and hid her face in her hands, not wanting to look up at the screen to see the havoc you had caused.

"Fuck sake, y/n." Tony mumbled but felt a regrettable sense of pride deep down at seeing your latest handy work. Played to perfection. As always.

Stark had been your mentor once. Everything you knew you learnt from him and while he never would have taught you if he knew what you would do with his teachings, he couldn't deny that your skills were unmatched.

You never hurt anyone. Well. You never killed anyone. There was always someone who might have gotten a little battered in an explosion, but it was never your goal to murder. You just wanted a certain blonde's attention.

"Maybe you could-" Steve started but Carol cut him off as she grabbed her jacket from the back of the couch and called out over her shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill." She mumbled begrudgingly and left the common room area with a faint glow starting to appear around her.

You swung your legs excitedly as you watched the scene still unfolding beneath you.

The building was still ablazed. Appartments. Shitty shitty appartments. Every one of them had mold growing in the corners, damp in the ceilings, barely functioning heating and questionable water.

The people who lived there couldn't afford to upgrade or even repair their homes and the landlord wouldn't do anything. So you decided to burn it down.

Carefully planned, of course. Most of the preparation had been around securing future homes for those who lived in that shithole. It was a complicated process, especially giving the anonymity of it. But it would be successful. And the landlord? He would be stuck with a bill he should have been paying for a long time, you made sure he couldn't get the ex tenants to pay either.

It was a good day.

You weren't a vigilante as such. Not any more. You had given it a go but you didn't have the tracking or assassination skills of Natasha so you never got any big targets. It wasn't enough. Not when all you wanted was to prove you had the strength to look after yourself and then some. That was what it was all about.

You had worked tirelessly to prove it ever since Carol broke up with you. She had always been fiercely protective. But when insecurities and paranoia started building too high she couldn't shake the distressing thoughts that something could happen to you one day. Something that was caused because you were so close to her. Something she couldn't prevent.

She still loved you. That much you knew. That was what kept you going. You knew Carol wasn't overjoyed at the things you did, there were times you weren't either. But you had to get her back. She was the love of your life and you'd be damned if you gave up what you had the way she had.

It didn't take long for her to arrive. There wasn't anyone else around because while you didn't want to broadcast your location to everyone, it needed to be enough for the Avengers to find you.

"Hey baby!" You grinned up at Carol as she landed infront of you, stoic expression wavering at the enduring name. "How've you been?" You continued in a sing song voice.

"Stop that." She said, not as firmly as she hoped she would sound.

"Rough week?" You asked as you sat down on the ledge and patted the spot next to you. Carol looked around at her surroundings and you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, we'll go somewhere more private." You raised your voice at the last word, hoping whatever camera they had found you on had audio and picked up on what you said. Carol grimaced at the volume but followed you anyway.

"So how is work?" You continued and you strolled down the path next to the blonde.

"I'm not here for a catchup, y/n. But for your information you're making it a pain in my ass." She huffed and you smiled, remembering all the times she ranted about work to you. Now she probably ranted about you to work. Or did she never want to talk about you? Your smile dropped with your stomach at the thought but you quickly recovered.

"So what are you here to do, Captain?" You teased as you got to the bottom of the path and walked a few feet into an old tunnel and stopped to face Carol.

"You need to stop this, y/n." She said firmly. You considered her for a moment.

"Do you think I can look after myself?" You asked seriously.

"Y/n-" Carol sighed.

"Do you?" You continued, wanting to know more than anything. She looked up and considered you too.

It had been a year since she broke up with you, a year that you had changed a lot in. Not just mentally. Your once soft hands were now calloused and slightly red. Your soft smile now held something more to it, something that you had to keep back and locked away. There were scratches and cuts scattered across your body. But really what changed most was that you were alone. There was no one to watch your back anymore.

Despite your efforts to show Carol how strong you were, you were more vulnerable then than you ever had been in your life. Maybe that was why she finally had enough.

"I do. I think you always could." You nodded because yes, that's exactly what you wanted her to understand.

The blonde looked down at her own hands, her eyes flickering to yours every so often. You knew what she wanted. You reached out slowly and gently entwined your rough hands that seemed to still feel so perfect against her own.

"You've really been a pain in my ass, you know that?" She asked and you couldn't help but laugh because that's an understatement.

"So have you!" You exclaimed through a laugh. "You think blowing up buildings is easy?" Carol laughs this time, ready with a come back as always.

"Well for me it's-" You punched her arm before she could finish making her laugh more. God you missed that laugh.

"Cocky as always." You mused and stroked your thumb over the back of her hand. She hummed in agreement, clearly more focused on your movements.

"I'm meant to take you in." She admitted and you weren't quite sure what to do. Yes, you want Carol back. But your goal was always to make her see how capable you were. You had been blinded by the goal and done things she never would have approved on. Carol knew you were strong, but now you might have become someone she can't love. You never thought that far ahead.

"Just...visit me?" You asked hopelessly. She looked up at you and you were taken aback by seeing tears welling in her eyes. You untwined your hands in an instant and reached up to cup her face but felt tears of your own upon seeing her conflicted face.

It was only then that you stopped to realise everything she must had been through in that year apart. The things you put her through.

"I'm sorry." You admitted as tears streamed down your face. "I never meant to- I don't know I thought, well I wasn't thinking." You rambled in shame and Carol brought her hands up to your face too and brought you forward to rest your foreheads together.

"I missed you." She spoke out quietly. "I never stopped missing you, or loving you." She pulled away slightly to look you in the eye and you saw the truth shining back at you.

Then, she brought you closer again, closer so her lips were right next to your own. She stopped to hesitant, wondering if following her heart was the right choice. But when you closed the gap to kiss her she knew it was right. That you could figure things out like you always did.

You kissed her with everything that had built up inside of you for that year apart. The plans, the yearning, the love. All of it. You had waited such a long time to be with her again, unsure if it could even happen, and yet her lips felt as perfect against yours as ever. Like a distance had never grown between you.

Carol pushed you against the tunnel wall as she kissed you back with everything she had. You were everything to her. You always had been and it had never wavered.

When your lips became bruised and breathing became an issue you both pulled away and stood in each other's embrace for you didn't even know how long.

"What now?" You couldn't help but ask.

"We'll figure something out." Carol said as she laced your fingers together again.

"We?" You asked, wanting to pinch yourself to see if it was all real.

"Yes, you and me. Together." You sighed and pulled her closer towards you where you could burry your face in her neck.

"Thank you for giving me a chance." You whispered.

"Thank you for never giving up." Carol whispered back.

#carol danvers #captain marvel #brie larson #captain marvel imagines #captain marvel x reader #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagines #marvel

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let-them-read-fics · 4 years ago

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Youth With You

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 3,113

HC Count: 31

This is a mix between headcanons and a one shot

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Little Hot & Heavy, (Public) Teasing, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my first writing for Lisa; I’m pretty proud of it! Feel free to let me know what you think. Happy reading, I hope you enjoy!

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Becoming a new trainee was terrifying in every sense of the word. The media, the practices, the tests -- everything. 3 months into your coaching, however, things hit an all time high: you gained the opportunity to enter the competition Youth With You, as an independent trainee. Your freedom and right to expression was important to you, so it wasn’t an accident that you were going in independently. A company would only put pressure and bans on you, restricting your creativity and keeping you from being your most authentic self.

Finding out that Lisa was a mentor only made your nerves worse; at the same time, though, you’d never been more excited for something in your whole life.

Having friends in the industry proved to be an important factor as you prepped for the show. Producers and managers gave you advice, knowing exactly what each of the teachers looked for and demanded from their groups. You worked tirelessly to ready yourself for the whirlwind that was sure to come.

When you arrive at the production building, you’re in awe; the interior is ginormous, with insanely high ceilings and huge doors. Everything is coated in various colors, all of them pristine and beautiful. The labyrinth of halls that winds throughout the building before you is quite intimidating, but you take a deep breath and remind yourself of your reasons for being here. It’s far too important to chicken out now.

The staff had tipped you off to the fact that the mentors would be there today, but they neglected to tell you when. You had surely expected them to come in after everyone got settled. Alas, you were sorely mistaken; thus, you can imagine the surprise that etched into your features upon entering the main room.

Ella and Kun were invested in their papers, flipping through the stacks and whispering to each other; Jony J was turned to his right, chatting with Lisa. Your presence was announced by the rather loud thud that echoed through the room at the closing of the door.

The bright lights nearly blinded you as you turned to face them again, dread creeping into your mind.

“Hello everyone, I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The words came out cooler that you had expected, and you patted yourself on the back for remaining so calm. You’re known for managing to hide your nerves well and remain professional, but that’s no easy task with this group of talent. Especially her.

You purposefully tried to avoid looking at her, knowing you’d blush and get majorly sidetracked. You feared you wouldn’t be able to recover from that.

“I see that you’re an independent trainee,” Kun said, a smile spreading across his lips. You swallowed at the sight, knowing the questions were about to come rolling in. “Yes, that’s correct. I prefer working alone; I only have to rely on myself.” He studies you, head tilted to the side as he considers your answer, and you nearly melt under his astute gaze. “I was the same way. It’s never easy, but the mentors and I will be right beside you during your time here.” Knowing that these 4 amazing people were here to share their experiences and guide you through your troubles made the task at hand much less daunting, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Despite the intensity of the competition, you felt at ease, knowing they genuinely want the best for you.

“Ah, look at that face! So cute,” Ella coos, grinning back. You hide your face behind your hands, embarrassed beyond belief. Everyone chuckles at the sight, and you join in. With the atmosphere officially comfortable, you allow your eyes to trail over to Lisa. To your surprise, she’s already looking at you, lip between her teeth.

“I see that you have 2 special talents listed.” Lisa starts, leaving room for you to elaborate. “Yes ma’am. While studying abroad in my youth, I learned 3 languages in addition to my native English.” The mentors look pleasantly surprised, and you continue with your other skill. “My mother is a professional chef, and we’ve always been close. She’s trained me over the years, and that’s something I’m very thankful for. During my time away from home I was fortunate enough to learn new techniques and styles from across the world.”

As you finish talking about yourself, you look to each and every one of the judges separately. You know it’s important to have a good connection with all of them, and you use this chance to do just that.

Upon locking eyes with Lisa again, your breath hitches. The light blush that rests on her cheeks, combined with the look she’s giving you, is enough to make you swoon. It’s innocent enough, the way she’s watching you; after all, she can just blame it on her role as a teacher -- she has to get a good understanding of her students. However, though, behind the innocent facade lies a much more sensual reason for her behavior. You don’t miss the way her eyes rake up your body, nor her smirk as she notices your hands mindlessly toying with the band of your shorts. You do your best to keep your attention on the others as they ask you questions about your resume, but that’s easier said than done.

Once they’ve finished with their questions, they invite you to take a seat anywhere you’d like. Despite your desire to book it next to Lisa, you don’t want to be impolite; that’s also not to say that you didn’t enjoy the company of the others -- you truly did. Clearly, though, no one can compare to Lisa.

You give them all another smile, the dimples of your cheeks on full display, and approach them one-by-one to shake their hands. They appreciate the gesture, and you’re confident that you’ve won them over that much more.

As you make your way to the seat beside Lisa, your heart beats wildly. It’s difficult, but you manage to suppress your anxiety for the time being. Letting your control slip now is definitely not an option.

In contrast to the heated look she had been giving you just moments before, Lisa now dons an adorable smile that nearly makes your heart burst. In the moment, you almost reach forward to touch her puffed out cheeks.

You sit down beside her, and she takes a minute to look you over again. It’s baffling how she can go from so wholesome and adorable to flirty in such a short period of time.

As the time ticks on and the mentors work through the list of contestants, the two of you continue to steal conversations and teasing glances.

Things are ramped up, however, when Lisa’s hand finds its way to your thigh, settling there for a bit. You attempt to push the intrusive thoughts from your mind, but they come flooding back the second she leans in to whisper something into your ear.

“You look gorgeous,” she tells you, warm breath fanning over your neck. Her slight accent only adds to the effect that her words have on you. All you can offer is a breathless thank you, thoughts completely jumbled at having the stunning woman do such things to you.

Before anyone can get suspicious, she backs off. The disappointment must’ve been evident, because she chuckles lightly and pats your knee in response. Thankfully no one had been paying you two any mind.

~~~ Practices ~~~

It wasn’t often that you came into the studio upset or exhausted, considering you knew you’d soon be cheered up once you saw Lisa, but she made sure to take care of you when those times came around. She could read you like a book, easily knowing when you’d had enough and needed a break. That’s not to say that she lowered her standards, though -- she was firm and demanding, but she checked on you often. She respected all of her students, but she couldn’t deny that she had a soft spot for you. You lived for her soft gaze and gentle touches on the days you needed them most.

Other days, though, you got a kick out of teasing her; playing dumb, purposefully missing steps, ignoring her instructions -- anything to pull a reaction from her.

↪“Eyes forward,” she would call out, voice strong, upon catching you talking to a fellow trainee when you were meant to be practicing. Her jaw would be set, eyes menacing.

↪“You keep messing up. Here,” she’d declare, demonstrating the moves directly in front of you. She knew exactly what to do to get you going, and sometimes your plans backfired a bit.

↪Those times that you’d play dumb were by far the best, both of you secretly loving the back and forth of it all. “I’m sorry, miss. I just can’t seem to get the moves right.” You’d say, appearing innocent and sweet all the while. It was hard to contain yourself when she’d approach you from behind, pressing her body against your own. “One here,” she’d inform, placing your hand on your hip; “...and one here,” she’d finish, correcting your position once again. When the music restarted, she counted next to your ear, keeping time as her warm hands held yours, guiding you through the positions.

And of course, the majority of the time, you were a great student for her. Her praise had a mighty effect on you, and there existed a mutual love for it. Being a strong dancer often worked in your favor.

~~~ Performances ~~~

Anytime you were set to perform, Lisa made sure to settle in and get ready to enjoy herself. The two of you had spent many weeks getting to know each other better, growing closer in the process. She found you captivating, and always loved to watch you on stage. The same can be said for you; seeing her dance was always the highlight of your day.

The two of you made sure to play things up, having a knack for getting the other riled up and squirming in their seat.

Watching her cool demeanor falter and ultimately crumble before you was one of your favorite things in the whole world. One of its only rivals was how she had to attempt to conceal it, knowing the cameras would be on her often.

“I-I loved it. I’m very proud of you, Y/N.”

You smirked at her stutter; no one else was capable of making her blush as much as you did

~~~ Bonus: Backstage ~~~

“You all did so well. I loved that dance break in the middle of the song.” You gushed to a group of your fellow contestants, smiling at how happy they were. Over the course of the competition you had become something of a “celebrity” yourself, noticing that the other girls would always approach you for help and get giddy when you agreed. Not to mention that the mentors were always proud of your progress and dedication to the craft. The conversation continued, and you settled into a comfortable rhythm; everyone taking a turn to share their favorite part of their performance. Seeing these girls -- your friends -- so proud of themselves was a wonderful thing. Everyone worked so hard, day in and day out, to put forth their best effort in everything that they did. Celebrating each other’s wins just felt right, despite the fact that this is a competition. It always hurt to see anyone go home, considering you spent so much time getting to know each other. These were the people who were there for you when you needed it most; all of you know how hopeless it can feel, and you wanted to protect the others from that in every way possible.

“Y/N!” The sound of someone calling your name pulls you from the conversation, and you send a quick bow and goodbye to the girls before departing.

Your eyes travel across the crowded stage, searching for the source of the noise. You spot Lisa looking at you, hand beckoning you towards her. A familiar warmth spreads across your body at the action, and you don’t even attempt to stop the smile that takes over your features.

“Yes?” You ask sweetly, approaching her. Her hands slip into yours, fingers lacing in a sweet embrace. “I want you to come to my dressing room once everyone goes back to the dorm. You impressed me tonight, but you still have some things to learn.” As that last sentence falls from her lips, your blood runs cold. Her voice had dropped lower, and you feared what she meant by that. Had you mixed up the choreography without realizing it? Surely not. The only thing you were sure of in that moment was the way she was studying you, almost intimidatingly. Her jaw was set, eyes narrowed, and you swallowed thickly upon noticing this. “Of course. I appreciate the feedback.” She smiled, seemingly pleased with your answer.

With a swipe of her thumb across your knuckles, she was gone.

A sigh left your lips, your mind racing at all of the possible things to come.

~~~ Bonus: A Private Meeting ~~~

“You wanted to see me, Lisa?” You announce upon entering the room and shutting the door behind yourself. The two of you had long ago left the formalities behind, opting instead to be on a first name basis. It was much more intimate, and you preferred things to be that way with her. Of course, occasionally you would use her official title just to get a certain reaction out of her. Slipping it into conversation when around the other instructors always worked to get her attention and catch her off guard. It was easy to see that she enjoyed it, the innocent way it rolled off your tongue.

You sit down in the chair opposite her, feeling the coolness of the leather press against your calves as you get situated.

“Good job tonight; you get better and better with every performance.” You thank her, both well aware of how much you enjoy her praise. Her expression turns more serious, and you take a deep breath. Here goes. “I don’t think it’s wise for you to be so close with some of the other contestants, though. Not all of them are interested in gaining your friendship for the right reasons.” With furrowed eyebrows and slightly pursed lips, you look at her. “What exactly do you mean?” Her expression turns unreadable, and you sink into your seat a little more. “Some of them may want to get into your head to throw you off your game. Despite what you want to believe, Y/N, this is still a contest.” You sigh, now a bit upset that she’s treating you like a child. “I’m aware of that, Lisa, but I can take care care of myself.” At the change in tone, the air around you shifts into something more tense. “Are you sure? Because you seem to be pretty oblivious to their actions.” She bites back, shifting her seat to get a better look at you, and crosses her arms.

When you don’t respond, she takes this as her cue to continue. “Don’t play dumb, Y/N. I see the way they look at you, so entranced. They know that acting helpless will get your attention. It’s just to distract you!” She says, exasperated, jaw set and eyes cut, just like earlier.

“Are you jealous?” You ask, a contrasting tone of accusal and uncertainty in your voice. No turning back now.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Jealous? Of what?” Her eyes setting on you again, a cocky expression on her face.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you start, toying with her; you know exactly what to say. “Maybe at the fact that they get to be so close to me all the time, like you want to be. Or maybe that we sleep together, especially when it gets cold in the dorms.”

It’s her turn to be speechless. “I’m more observant that you act, miss.” She gulps, and you bite back a smirk. “I see how you look at me; your desire is obvious. We’ve both known it for a long time now… Why don’t you just admit it?” The teasing tone in your voice is thick, and it’s clearly getting to her. Who knew you could make her feel like this with just your words?

“Y/N…” Lisa says your name almost as a warning, knowing that you’re on the edge of crossing the line. She failed to deny your claims; after all, it would do no good. She can’t disguise her feelings for you.

A surge of confidence washes over you, and you take that as a sign to scoot closer to her. Soon, you’re mere inches away from her, your body pressed against the side of the seat as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand. Her tongue darts out of her mouth, soothing her lips.

You take her in for a moment, enjoying the sight. Her long dark hair tumbles past her shoulders in loose waves, and a blush takes residence upon her cheeks. Having her like this was something you only dreamed of in the past; seeing her so aroused because of you truly made you think back on how far the two of you have come.

To put an end to the silence, you loop two fingers underneath her chin, successfully coaxing her into meeting your gaze. Your eyes fall to her lips as you ask, “Am I wrong?” Before you can continue, her resolve fades. She leans forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Any ounce of doubt that you had before melts away as she pulls you closer.

With inhibition and processing skills long gone, you slip from your chair and into hers, settling in her lap. One of her arms wraps around your waist to hold you steady, while her other hand tangles itself into your hair. A swift bite to your lip, paired with a flex of her warm thigh beneath you, sends a jolt through your body and earns her a low groan. She shudders against you, and that simple act works wonders in boosting your confidence.

All too quickly, a sudden noise from just outside the door startles you; reluctantly, Lisa pulls away. You nearly gasp at how dark her eyes have gotten in the heat of the moment. “I’m going to go see what that was,” she informs, gently setting you down in her seat as she stands up. Before turning to walk away, however, she plants another kiss on your lips. “Don’t even think about moving. I’m not done with you yet.”

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Heyyy, could you do a headcannon post for tsukki, kenma, suga, Kageyama, and kurro, and how they would go about proposing to their s/o. I love your writing btw!!! 💜

proposal hcs make me so sOFT, and thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 It means a lot! I’m going to bury myself in these hcs to get rid of the stress my uni are giving me rn also kageyama’s is so long omg i got a little carried away

slight timeskip spoilers (kenma, sugawara, kageyama, kuroo)

Requests are open!

Proposal Headcanons - Tsukishima, Kenma, Sugawara, Kageyama and Kuroo

Tsukishima:

Tsukishima wasn’t one for extravagant publics displays of love and affection, so his proposal wouldn’t be either

he wanted it to be natural, not some crazy, over-the-top event that had everyone in the neighbourhood witnessing

it would be around 5-10 years (depending on how old you were when you started dating) of being together when Tsukishima decided he wanted to marry you, it’s not that he never thought about it, he just wanted to be sure this was the right decision for both of you

he had mentioned marriage to you one night a few months before proposing to test the waters and see your opinion so that he could gauge whether you would say yes or not

he took Yamaguchi with him to pick out a ring, he was great friends with you too so he knew your style and preferences well to help out Tsukishima

the proposal itself what somewhat planned, he knew the day he was going to do it but, other than that, he left it open to change

the two of you had gone for an evening walk across a pathway that overlooked the town, something you two do often to wind down

you two hadn’t spoke much, a comfortable, warm silence surrounding you besides pointing out the odd squirrel or brief check-ups on each others day

both of you had stopped at a railing on your walk, leaning against it to watch the sun set over the tall buildings

his hand was in yours, brushing his thumb over the back of it as he looked out to the view

“I love you (Y/N),” his voice was quiet but it seemed certain

he wasn’t the kind of man that told you he loved you multiple times a day, it was reserved for special moments and the times where he couldn’t get how lucky he was to have you out of his mind

“I love you too Kei,” you didn’t need to be loud, or shout your confession to the world to know that you both meant it deeply

“Marry me,” it sounded more like a instruction than a question and his gaze hadn’t left the sky

“W-what?” had you heard him wrong? was this a joke?

he turned his eyes to you, locking them with yours - this was the most serious and sincere you had ever seen him

“Marry me,” he repeated

you stood with your mouth slightly open, eyes wide as he pulled out a box from his pocket, opening it to display a simple, yet stunning ring

“I always thought that if you went for what you truly wanted, it would just end in pain and disappointment, that all the effort and sentiment would be for nothing, but with you it’s so easy. I might never be, but I want to become the best man for you, that you deserve, so marry me.”

Kenma:

gets married for tax purposes

marriage was not something Kenma had ever though about in his life growing up

he never thought he would get married or find someone he had a connection with and, honestly, he was fine with that

he didn’t really see the appeal of it in the first place

it wasn’t until many years down the line of being with you and his friends around him getting into relationships when he started to consider the possibility

the first time it came into his head was at Kuroo’s wedding

he spent most of the time wishing he could go home and get out of this uncomfortable suit, but there were times when he say Kuroo’s beaming smile that he was glad he came

some of the ex-nekoma team members had poked at him with questions of when he was going to get ‘hitched’, which he responded to with a sigh

he certainly wasn’t going to propose because others told him he needed to

the next time it crossed his mind was when he started a new game that his fans had recommended he play

it was a romance game which wasn’t his usual go-to genre, but it had incredible reviews and created a storm in the gaming world so he thought he might as well check it out

through the game he got to witness an endearing story of a couple that went at odds to be together

the story delved into their married life and all the little things they enjoyed together through the years

he didn’t really want to admit it, but it did make him feel a little emotional

he saw himself and you in the characters, as if he was watching his own life play out on his screen

every now and then you and Kenma played some games together so you could spend time with him and he could show you want had been interesting him lately, so he decided to show you this game

you thought it was adorable, so heartwarming yet a little sad at points, but you had always been a little more outwardly emotional then Kenma

“imagine if we got married haha, how cute would that be!” you gushed out in the moment without thinking as you played

“eh...I guess” it wasn’t really the answer you were hoping for, but at least he didn’t sound utterly disgusted by the thought

you continued to play with him for a while, tucked into his side and making comments every now and then

a particular endearing part was plating on the screen and your eyes shone as they fixated on the characters

he could tell by the glassy look that you were getting a little affected by the story, but you looked so cute

the way your lip pouted ever so slightly, and how you gripped at his hoodie, as if to steady yourself

he had a sudden rush of adoration for you, he really did love you and the last couple years of you living together had been wonderful, how he got to wake up beside you, do daily chores with you, how you supported him in his many careers

“Maybe we should get married,” he blurted out, you whipped your head towards him so fast you almost got whiplash

“Are you...proposing?” you questioned, with somewhat of a laugh in your voice

“huh...looks like I am.”

Sugawara:

Sugawara was sensible, mature, a little bit of a tease and sometimes chaotic if Daichi wasn’t watching but also traditional

he had often thought about what it would be like to grow up, get married and have a family

it wouldn’t take long before he knew he wanted to marry you, even throughout the 3 years you had already been together he had daydreamed about marrying you more times than he could count

from all the memories you had together, all the times you helped enough other in rough patches and the learning the two of you wanted to continue in the future had him certain that he wanted you beside him forever

so he set out his plan

he took his old teammates, Daichi and Asahi with him on a hunt to find the perfect ring

Daichi was there to keep him in check and calm his nerves, although Asahi was probably the most nervous and Asahi had a great eye for stylish, beautiful pieces due to his designing career

now it was time to plan

he didn’t want it to be crazy, but he wanted it to be something, a whole event in itself

so he scheduled a meal for the two of you and some of your friends

it was at quite a fancy restaurant in the evening and your group had its own secluded table at the back, surrounded with dividers from the rest of the restaurant

all of you spent the meal catching up and laughing, but Sugawara seemed a little quieter than usual

you had asked him if he was ok, but he just replied with an ‘of course!’ and a smile, so you let it be

Asahi was shaking but you put that off to general anxiety

you guys had ordered desserts and everyone had gotten theirs first

as the waiter brought yours over, the table went silent

the waiter came from your left, Sugawara on your right, so you had looked over as he came

as he set the plate down, you noticed the words spelled out in chocolate sauce

“Will you marry me?”

you gasped and turned towards Sugawara, who was now on one knee next to you, holding out an open ring box

“I have known for so long that I wanted to marry you. You’re beautiful, smart, courageous and so loving, and I want to have you by my side forever. I promise I will continue to grow as your partner and take care of you every step of the way, so, will you marry me?”

Kageyama:

the only thing in this boy’s brain is you and volleyball, its all his one braincell can cope with

that being said, he has never once thought about marriage

his whole life he has spend all his energy and focus on becoming a better player, the best setter he possibly can and standing on the court longer

but you were the first person to get him, to understand him and accept him as is while helping him improve and grow

you helped him to open up and communicate with people better

you helped him whenever he was frustrated with volleyball and a certain play he was working tirelessly on

you never once turned your back on him when he struggled or lost his temper

you were his partner, but it was different from a volleyball partner

he cared for you, every part of you, and always wanted to know if you were ok or spend time with you

you made him genuinely smile everyday and he knew that he wanted to be your partner for life

it came about when he was hanging out with Hinata on one of their rare days off to catch up

he had been talking about you constantly, expressing how much he loved you and adored you

“Why don’t you just marry them?” Hinata questioned with his held tilted, as if it was obvious

“w-what? Hinata boke!” he shouted as his face grew red and pushed Hinata aside

the two talked about it and Kageyama decided, very bashfully, that yeah, he should just marry you

but how does he ask you that?

he knew nothing about marriage or proposals, so he spend the next few weeks asking his friends, teammates, even his coach on how to propose to you

“Take them to an expensive restaurant!”

“Wouldn’t it be cute to propose in Disneyland??”

“Well, I proposed to my partner by sending them on a scavenger hunt”

he was bombarded with ideas, but none of them seemed right

none of them seemed like him

he was getting frustrated with the pressure of coming up with a good way to ask you to be his forever, it had to be perfect, it had to be special and it had to fit with your relationship

you noticed he was getting agitated a lot more recently, he was quieter and snapped more often, he stayed back later at the gym to train and he rarely ate dinner with you anymore

whenever you asked what the problem was, he replied with an ‘it’s nothing’ and stormed off

his teammates had noticed too and were less than pleased with his attitude as it affected their gameplay

one of his teammates had begged you to come to the gym and talk some sense into him when he started continuously overworking himself

it was 7pm when you set off from your house to the gym where he was still training

as you entered, you noticed that he was the only one here, hitting serve after serve that never seemed to land right

“Tobio,” you called out

“Baby,” you tried again but you couldn’t catch his attention from his deep focus on the ball

you walked over to him and lightly grabbed his arm, stopping him from serving the ball again

“Tobio, what’s wrong? Everyone is worried about you. Are you having trouble with a play? Because we can sort that out with your coach-”

he cut you off by mumbling something under his breath, much too quiet for you to hear

“What was that?”

“I want to ask you to marry me and I don’t know how,” he said louder this time, his eyes staring at the ball in his hand as he gripped it tightly

“O-oh, right...” you were stunned, speechless, this wasn’t something you thought you would hear from him

“Everyone’s been telling me how to do it, but none of them seem right,” his voice was low and his gaze still hadn’t let the ball

you put a finger under his chin and lifted his face towards you

“It doesn’t need to be what everyone else tells you, we can do things our own way,” you tried to comfort him with a smile and he simply stared back at you

“So go on then,” you were beaming at him by now, yet his face got even tighter with confusion

“Go on, ask me to marry you.”

his jaw hung wide open, his eyes seemed to be staring into your skull like he had seen a ghost, this is certainly not what he expected

he tried to speak a couple times, stumbling on his words as they got caught in his throat

“It’s ok, take your time,” you brushed your thumb over the back of his hand as you held it, encouraging him to continue

“w-will you....will...willyoumarryme?”

BONUS: you two picked out a ring together afterwards, this boy has no sense of style, don’t trust him by himself

Kuroo:

Kuroo had jokingly asked you to marry time multiple times throughout your relationship

the first couple times ended with you being a blushing mess while he teased you

but by now you just tell him to shut up go off sis

marrying you had always been part of the plan for him, just a natural progression of your relationship

while Kuroo can be quite the tease, he was extremely serious of his relationship with you and your future

he started off his plan by asking your dad if he would like to spend the day together, you know, father-son-in-law bonding time

what your dad wasn’t prepared for was Kuroo to turn up in a shirt, suit trousers and confess how he wanted to marry you

he had a whole speech prepared about how he would be the best husband for you, how he would be sure to take good care of you and, possibly, be the best father in the future if you planned to have children

you dad had to eventually shut him up as Kuroo kept going, saying how he would be delighted to have you marry the man

step one: check

now he needed to find the right ring

he had a look around at multiple stores but he couldn’t find anything that was unique enough to be called yours and that captured you or your relationship

since Kuroo had quite the high-paying job plus a little backing from a certain famous youtuber so the cost wasn’t an issue and he wanted to spoil you

so he got one custom made

he sat with a designer for hours creating the most stunning, distinctive ring that he knew you would love

step two: check

over the next couple days he planned a meet-up evening with your family and his where he would pop the question

you both had spent the day cooking and preparing for the evening before they all come to your house

you had all finished dinner and moved over to the living room to chat

Amidst all the chatter, Kuroo stood up and cleared his throat, grabbing everyone’s attention

“I have something I’d like to say,” he said with confidence, then turning to you with a grin

“The last few years with you have been perfect. We’ve had some ups and downs, but we have made so many amazing memories together. You really are my other half and I think everyday about how truly lucky I am to call you mine. You know me better than anyone else. I know I’ve asked you this a couple times in the past when we’re laughing together, but this time I’m serious,”

he got down on one knee, holding one of your hands while presenting the custom ring in the other

“will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

and the crowd goes wild

Tagging @togasknifes so she can read Kageyama ty ly

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