#am grateful for the encouragement im getting for it anyways though. me and the three consistent commenters on that fic r my best friends fr

[rewritingcanon]

Magic Hour by tuesday_piracy

Rating: T

Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter

Summary: Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy live very different lives from one another, but when time and fate gets intertwined and tangled, they find themselves magically swapping bodies and on a journey to meet each other for the first time. Meanwhile, a star approaches.

Tags: Soulmate AU, Body Swapping, Your Name AU, Not Canon-Compliant, Light Fluff, Light Humour, Light Angst etc

(Start Chapter 1)

Chapter 20: “Before he could respond, Albus paced up to where he was seated at his desk, swallowed down his nervousness, and put as much meaning into his next words as possible.

“You’ll be endangering Scorpius.”

“I…” Draco stammered, observing Albus’ pinched expression, his hostility.

You’d do it for Scorpius. I know you’d do anything for him. So would I. Please.”

Chapter 21: “Oh, if Scorpius could do it all over again, he wouldn’t be so cowardly. He wouldn’t think so much.

His last chance was now. It might as well have been presented to him on a gold platter. Scorpius had always had trouble with taking what he wanted. He always thought he had to deserve it first.

But his feet were aching and his ears were ringing and there was sweat dampening the back of his shirt and he didn’t give a shit about what he did and didn’t deserve anymore.”

[seoafin]

Hello Morgan :) I just read chapters 1 & 2 of Dog days are over and .. xhsbacbksdjcb it was so good I have become incoherent. hence why - -- hhhh .... when i .. when he- when. they. hhh .. .... when- the mc- ....

Wah, I can't even find the words to describe how enamoured I am of it. Stsg? ? Forget about them .. Who are they anyways. Irrelevant. I am instead giving you and rip!mc flowers (if you want them, or any little gift you want!) .. Mc .. she deserves the world. i mean these three words, i do. Stsg are so annoying honestly. I would fall for her face first. The way you do with that one high school friend you have a very queer friendship with .. oddly specific but yeah I love her sm LMAOO. And you !! You deserve to get *all* the love you put in your works back tenfold and more for your wonderful writing, Morgan!!

I have already sent a few asks full of compliments on anon but tbh I would repeat what I said word by word as many times as it's needed. This fic alone is a lot of work from all points of view, and I want to let you know I personally am grateful for the chance to read it .. It's enriching (I hope this is an actual english word lol) and it's pleasant to read; the universe you created is vibrant .. realistic as in immersive and (sometimes painfully) relatable, especially the mc - she feels so human and I think I can say I relate and have related to her, which is a little sad - but reading it also feels comforting (i believe that truly is the unifying potential of fanfic and writing in general).

There are so many things i could say about these two chapters but i think i'll leave them for AO3 comments (didn't someone say tumblr asks are temporary but ao3 comments are permanent?). Rn I just want to focus on how beautifully outlined rip!mc's feelings are. The loneliness .. The image of a single mother and her kid in her apartment .. Her thinking about her future (woah, that one hurt. in a good way though) and the prospect of being left behind .. I've been going through quite strange times (& writing sad stuff? idk why it is, is it the strange weather?) so that passage was kind of the nail in the coffin, the final blow for me - but in a good, cathartic way, i promise!! (also. i loved "nail in the coffin" - i hope i got the title right. it did something to me. my dirty mind couldn't stop thinking about the way geto stole mc's panties mainly because i have too many [redacted] geto thoughts and that includes panty taking. but this is just a side note.) (and gojo. the leash line. i think, in that, me and mc are different because i would've said yes in the blink of an eye - yeah that's concerning of me but everyone has their flaws right??. lol. the "what do you want" "everything" exchange. i don't think i'll ever recover. in a good way).

When i find something i like this much I think I'd need a 10k word frame minimum to analyze and dissect it over and over .. so I'll stop rambling for everyone's safety 😂. But yeah, I hope this silly comment gives you back even an ounce of the warmth your writing gives me (& i'm sure i'm not the only one)!! and please don't feel obligated at all to respond to this. I just really wanted to say these things :)). i hope you have a good day !

hi friend!!!!! can i just say how much i was smiling reading this because i was SMILING so hard my friend thought i was texting a man (as if please lmfao) everyone being so nice and encouraging about this fic is going to make me cry. like i was not kidding when i said that this fic was loved into existence because i had no intention of actually writing an actual fic for them!!! but im doing it!!! because everyone is so enthusiastic about it!!! im glad u and many others enjoy rip!mc because the amount of self sabotage in this fic....i need to endear her to everyone LOL

this ask gave me so much serotonin never apologize for sending it in!!!!! if anything have me back warmth and happiness in SPADES. thank you so so soo much for reading <3333 i hope u have such an amazing wonderful bright day 😭😭😭 once again i am so touched that you liked the fic enough to write me this wonderful ask 😭😭😭

[meow-bebe]

Pairing: Ten x reader Genre: fluff, friends to lovers Word count: 1.3k Warnings: food mention(?) Tonight’s soundtrack: What You Waiting For - Somi A/n: written in participation of @neoculturechristmas​‘s sectret santa event

this is for @jaeyoonurl​! hi mar! as im pretty sure you know, im cosmo, and i got to be your secret santa for this event. i had a lot of fun coming up with this, and im truly sorry i ended up being pretty late, but it gave me a chance to remake the header and finish things up. I hope you enjoy this, and that the holidays have been good for you! <3

“So are you planning on going to Johnny's New Years party next week?” Ten asks as he flops down on the couch next to you, offering you a plate and a styrofoam takeout box.

You groan in response. “Is New Year’s really next week? I am not ready to deal with going to that party alone for the third year in a row.”

“Want me to be your plus one?” Ten jokes through a mouthful of food.

You roll your eyes. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

You sigh out a little laugh, shoving a bite of food into your mouth. "Really though, I'm tired of everyone's slightly pitying glances because poor me still can't find anyone to tolerate me long enough to date me. It's been—" you pause to mentally count back— "six months since I've even been on a date." You sigh to yourself, eating in silence for a moment.

"What if I take you out?"

You raise your eyebrows at this. "And what's your intention with that?" Secretly, you wished it would be something slightly nefarious. Part of your dating issue stemmed from the fact that you were infatuated with your roommate, though you could do absolutely nothing about it. He wasn’t interested in you, and it’s not like you could force him to reciprocate your feelings.  

“I’m just trying to be a good friend,” Ten says, and secretly your heart sinks a little. Perhaps allowing yourself even the slightest bit of hope could cause more pain than living with the fact that he’ll never love you back. “You’re sad that you haven’t been on a date in forever, so I’ll take you on a date!”

--

Several days had passed, and the date with Ten had consumed your mind. It was all you thought of. Was he really just trying to be a good friend? Was there another intention masked beneath his proposition that lay closer to your own?

Ten hadn’t mentioned anything about it since he first brought the idea up, and you were starting to lose hope that he was being serious in the first place. He’s always been quite the jokester, but at the same time in all the years you had known him he had never once broken a promise or gone back on his word.

For the most part you had been doing your best to keep the churning mess of thoughts and emotions that came with this sudden proposition under control, but constantly doing something to keep yourself distracted could get exhausting and you had given up. Thursday early afternoons were your lazy time anyway, as it was the only day when you had several hours between classes, so you ended up back in your apartment and couldn't do anything productive anyway. 

So what better to do than sit around thinking about how you’re absolutely in love with your roommate who has given you no reason to believe he felt the same. Except for the invitation for a date he extended and then promptly never brought up again. Sure, it had only been three days and Ten had a tendency to forget to tell people when things were going to be happening, but overthinking seemed to be a talent of yours and unfortunately this was a topic that couldn’t be easily shoved under the rug. 

Just as you were ready to get up and actually start pacing, your phone dings. Grateful for any distraction, you lunge across the couch to grab it. 

[Ten: are you busy tonight?]

[You: what a stupid question]

[You: you know i do almost nothing]

[Ten: awesome! i’ll be home around five thirty to pick you up]

[Ten: don’t bother asking where we’re going, its a surprise]

[Ten: oh, and dress warm but cute ;)]

You roll your eyes at this, holding in giddy laughter and sending back an equally flirty reply. Perhaps your worries were unnecessary after all.

--

The sound of a key in the door alerts you of Ten’s arrival, and you hurriedly finish shoving all of your necessities into the pockets of the coat you had just been eagerly modeling for yourself in the mirror. Perhaps you had put a little more effort into your outfit than you usually would for a date. You wore quite a few layers, but your favorite coat and boots disguised the slight bulk, and the cherry on top of the whole outfit was the scarf Ten had gifted you a few years ago. 

“Hi!” you say, ducking out of your room to greet Ten. 

“Hi,” he responds, “ready to go?”

“Yep!” you say, following him out into the hallway and failing to keep the bounce out of your gait. “Care to tell me where we’re going?”

“Well that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it,” Ten finally gets the door locked and pulls it shut behind him.

“I suppose it would,” you huff out a melodramatic sigh, but can’t keep the smile spreading across you face down. “Well, come on then.” You take his hand, and though he refuses to look in your direction, you think you see a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. 

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“How did you know I’d want to go ice skating?” you ask incredulously, staring up at the sky and the snow slowly drifting down through the air. After open skate had ended you had wandered around the city hand in hand with Ten until the sun set and you finally decided on a restaurant. "That's literally my ideal date."

"You've mentioned it a few times," Ten says, unable to hide the smile fighting its way across his face. He always tries his best to stay cool and collected, but the truth is Ten is a romantic at heart. 

“That was like once,” you say, letting your gaze slip away from the streetlights illuminating the snow and to your best friend’s face. 

“You do realise I actually listen when you talk right? Maybe more than I should.”

You brows scrunch together, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ten’s fingers start to fidget a bit, and you squeeze his hand in encouragement. 

He takes a deep breath, refusing to meet your eyes as you stare up at him, curiosity shining in your eyes. 

“This is something that I probably should have brought up a long time ago, but things get away from you sometimes, you know. Especially when it comes to—”

You squeeze his hand again. “You’re rambling.” Ten had a tendency to just talk when he was avoiding something—about the topic of avoidance, something to steer the conversation elsewhere—but it was always the same, and you knew it annoyed him just as much as it did everyone around him. 

“Sorry,” Ten says, obviously steeling himself for the big reveal. You listen intently, ready for whatever he’s about to hit you with. “I….like you. A lot. Like in a romantic way.”

You were not, in fact, ready for this. “Oh. I, uh—”

“I know you probably don’t feel the same, and that's okay—”

“No! No, no, not at all.” Concern flashes through his eyes and you panic for a second, wondering if you’ve made it seem like you're attempting to communicate the opposite of your feelings. “Ten, I’ve liked you for more than a year.” 

A different type of surprise seizes his features now, and you choke down a laugh at the way his eyes seem ready to pop out of his head. 

“Seriously?” You nod, and Ten just about skips with joy. “You mean this whole time we could’ve—God, I could just kiss you.”

“So do it,” you smirk.

Ten’s eyes widen in surprise, but he tugs you closer to him anyway. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this forever.”

“Actually,” you say, “I think I know the feeling.”

[katierosefun]

creator tag

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works! 

thank you @kckenobi​ and @pandora15 for the tag!! <3 so here are the works, in no particular order and also oh gee i am so sorry this got so painfully long you can tell i’m procrastinating on my final + also i just tend to run my mouth when im talking about writing asdffd

to these memories (After Darth Sidious is defeated, everything changes. Some for the better, others not so much. Mostly better though. (Or: Anakin becomes a dad. Rex rehabilitates clone troopers who no longer want to be a part of the army. Ahsoka gets a call from an old friend. And maybe Obi-Wan finds out it’s not just his enemies who don’t stay dead. Basically, everyone gets the happy ending they deserve.)

so this was my first major longform tcw fic, and i just. i have a lot of feelings about this fic, mostly nostalgia and lots of gratefulness. first of all, i think i met a lot of super cool people through this fic, and i also? just? idk, this was a major project that i kind of worked on to cope with post-tcw sadness + also just. general sadness about the world’s situation. writing this story was actually super healing for me, mostly because i just. really wanted to have something where happy endings existed. 

so this really...was an experience, and i’m so super grateful for everyone who read along. to this day, whenever i get a comment about this fic, i feel super happy because it makes me feel glad to know that there were some people who took comfort in this work, because i really wanted this fic to have that kind of effect on people. :’) 

there they are (Right before Ahsoka leaves for Mandalore, Rex distracts Bo-Katan so she could give her family a proper goodbye. (There's hugging. We just needed our trio to hug.)

i think this was one of my first tcw fics of 2020, and. i just remember impulse writing this after watching old friends not forgotten because i was just. so sad that we didn’t get an anakin and ahsoka hug or a trio hug or anything. i understand why they didn’t--like, i really, really do, but. but i think if there’s a theme i’m going through this year, it’s ‘this was sad, so i’m gonna make it happy!!!’, so...as my masterlist puts it, ‘dave filoni said no trio hug, so i said fine, i’ll do it’. 

uhhhhh, how very unusual of me, but!!! probably my working on a new original story. i’ve got the fourth draft of another story siting in the background, but. this other story idea came at me, and five outlines later, i started this story. i’m about three chapters down now, but. a snippet of the prologue: 

“Well…it’s also a rather important story,” Rosalind said. “Do you enjoy stories?”

“I want to be a writer,” I blurted, and I stopped at that. I fiddled with my mug, heat that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate or the fire rushing to my face. Silly, oversharing me—oh, what a young, lonely child I was back then. So desperate for conversation that I had grown out of practice and resorted to sharing details that the average stranger would not care for.

But then again, these were not the average strangers—although I’m sure you’ve figured that for yourself.

“Yes,” I said meekly. “I enjoy stories.”

“Well,” Dae said after some time, “it’s good that you’re a writer.”

I lifted my head, and this time, I saw Dae and Rosalind smile at each other. A softer smile, one that made me feel suddenly dreadfully, dreadfully lonely.

“You might want to write this down,” Rosalind said at last. 

And so I did. 

*and cue the actual story* i won’t say too much because adsfsdfsfd talking about my original work makes me feel awkward + also i am constantly in fear of people stealing ideas even though,,,even though i know the only person who can write this story is me, anyways, but uh. i will say that i have a plan for a five-part series that’s basically about a witch and a princess. there’s a prophecy in the background. there’s magic. there’s rivals to friends to enemies to lovers. there’s father figures + big sister figures + found family + ancient kingdoms + the real world blending with the fantasy world + uh i’ve said enough okeee bye that’s it

the moment was enough (The war ends. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan try to work things out since the last time they actually saw each other.) 

it had been a long while since i had written anything that was really just about ahsoka and obi-wan, but. i think everyone knows that i really love my grandpadawan and grandmaster duo? idk, this fic really made me feel things because i was thinking a lot about how obi-wan and ahsoka had left things. i wanted to make it pretty clear that they both clearly care about each other a lot, but like. also. there’s still some hurt there. i just had so much fun writing this, because obi-wan and ahsoka are such an underrated duo and i love them :’) 

loose stitches (The discovery and aftermath of Maul. Anakin and Ahsoka find themselves pacing in front of the Council chambers multiple times. They might have taken Obi-Wan to Dex’s. Something might have unraveled, only to be stitched back together.) 

kasey before you say anything pls know that i would talk about this fic until literally the day i die i am sorry if i am making you feel self-conscious--but anyways this was a collab with the ever-talented, ever-wonderful @kckenobi. so uh, quick story which mayhaps i might not have told anyone before, but whatever, i’m listening to evermore and therefore have no choice but to be emotional huh--this fic was like...one of the first collabs i’ve ever done? in general, collaborations were always something that made me nervous because it required lots of vulnerability and honesty, and there’s a side of me that’s very obsessed with having this image of Neat Writer Who Has Coherent Thoughts (which,,,doesn’t even exist so why was i obsessed? no idea). so that said, this collab was just. so wild + wonderful because it really was, first of all, such a cool, magical experience. there’s something so amazing and insane about passing words back and forth and like, even a screen apart, there’s something magical about like. sitting down at a laptop at the end of the day and feeling like you’re about to step into a portal where it’s just two people trying to spin a story. writing with kasey was just such a wonderful, absolutely magical experience, and i’m really glad that we got to write this story + the many more that we did. just. there’s something really personal and beautiful about writing until 1, 2, 3 am when the world’s asleep. anyways. magical. 

asdfsdfd i’m very sorry that this got so incredibly long, but!! that said, 2020 was a hard year for lots of different reasons both personally + because of *gestures at the world* but. like. i’m really, really glad that i got back to writing clone wars fic this year, because i’ve met so many wonderful, wonderful, wonderful people here, and. yeah. y’all are my serotonin suppliers, and i do refer to a lot of people here as ‘oh yeah, my friend and i were talking the other day about...’ and ‘why are you smiling?’ ‘oh, just something a friend said--’ and. yeah. i hope y’all have a wonderful, wonderful rest of the year + also a wonderful life because y’all are simply the best :’)) 

no-pressure tags: @lightasthesun @meandmyechoes @soplantyourownflowers @ilonga @sonderwalker @mytardisisparked @60sec400 and really, honestly, anyone else who wants to!!! <333 (like. i mean it. literally. just tag me and lemme scream encouragements at you.)

[ask-de-writer]

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 62 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 62 of 83

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

copyright 2020

written 2007

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Mord knocked on the cabin door.  The guard opened it at once.

The degree to which he was still trusted by the crew was shown by their choice of guard.  It was Bron, the cabin-boy.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Bron, would you please ask Alor, Acting Captain Kotance, a representative of the Master’s Council and  Cron to come here?”

Bron was aware that such a group meant something important.  He went at once to Alor’s cabin just down the passage.  He spoke with her through the door, staying in the hallway so that he could watch the Captain’s cabin door.  Mord only waited, as expected.

Alor went to get the witnesses that Mord had asked for, and Bron came back to his guard post by the door.  The group assembled quickly, coming one at a time to the Captain’s cabin.

Last to arrive was Alor, who came in the company of Master Juris.

The others waited in nervous silence until Alor began the meeting.  As Purser, she was the ship’s legal officer for most things and all official documents except the log were her province.  

She began, “Mord, we have assembled as you have requested.  What do you contemplate doing that needs witness from all sections of the crew?”

Mord drew a deep breath and knit his brows before replying,  “I have to do the hardest duty of my life.  I have looked at all of the charges in the documents that you have provided me and reflected on how best to deal with them.  They are all true.  I cannot in conscious good faith waste the time of the Longin or the Council trying to fight this.”

Concerned, Master Juris asked, “Will you mount no defense?  These are serious charges.  You could lose much, perhaps even your life.”

“I can only say in my defense that I plead mitigating circumstance.  I believe that I went onto dry land when Kurin was so viciously poisoned.  I have regarded her as a daughter and responded to her poisoning with a parent’s rage instead of a Captain’s thought and consideration.”

Kotance thoughtfully ran a hand through his red hair before speaking, “As Acting Captain, I must inquire into your state of mind.  You say that you ran hard aground.  What do you think has put you safely afloat now?  In short, are you refusing to fight as a way to get yourself punished for the killings?  Do you have safe water under your keel?”

“I believe that I do, Captain.  I do not want to be punished but I must take the responsibility for what I have done.  I did not even realize that I had done anything seriously wrong until after I saw the charges in writing and had the time to reflect on them.  I believe that I am now past that lapse of sanity.  I will accept the decision of the Council.  Until then, I will serve the Longin in whatever capacity I am allowed.”

Chapter 23: Questions

Kurin braced herself.  She had interviewed many of the Grandalor’s company.  What she had found had bothered her a great deal because it showed a dark side to the fleet that she loved.  Many of the crew had done bad things and had deserved their punishments.  Nearly as many more had been the victims of crimes by high officers on their ships or were inconvenient to keep for one or another reason.  They had been disposed of.

The Oath of Adoption, where they repudiated their old ship names and took Grandalor in their places was a thing that had been planned without Barad or Tanlin’s knowledge.  Originally, only about half the ship’s crew had planned to participate.

When it became obvious that the Captain who had helped them in their need was himself in trouble, they had pulled together behind him unanimously.  He had not let them down and they would stand with him. The Oath had been a way to show both him and the Council how they felt.  Their loyalty was ferocious.

A lifetime of habit made the very idea of accepting what Barad might tell her as questionable at best.  Tanlin had put it succinctly.  “Oi understand t’at i’ Barad told ye t’at t’e sky wa’ blue t’at ye wad probably look up t’ check.  Twad be best t’ interview ‘im last o’ t’e crew but before Morgu an’ Silor.  T’en ye’ll ‘ave somet’in’ t’ use for judgin’ w’at ‘e tells ye.”

Kurin had taken that advice.  She drew a deep breath and knocked on the Captain’s cabin door.  Tanlin opened it at once.  Barad was seated at a small table in the middle of the cabin.

“Do ye wont m’ t’ stay or go?” asked the Captain.

“I would appreciate it if you stayed but all of my other interviews have been solo.  I had better do this alone,” Kurin answered.

“T’at’s good,” said Tanlin, stepping through the door.  “T’is way shows nae favoritism.”

As the door slid shut behind her Barad smiled wanly and waved her an invitation to sit across from him.  “I won’t bite.  It cost us dear to get you here to help us.  I can’t see how you can save me. I am grateful that you will try to get my wife and crew off.”

Kurin replied thoughtfully, “I may not ever like you, Barad, but you deserve the best justice that can be.  I have learned things that I wish that I had never heard or read.  I can check almost everything from the fleet archives when we Gather for the trial.  I am sure that what I have learned will be backed up.”

The usually self-assured Kurin looked at Barad in dismay and said, “It has me confused.  I love my fleet.  They have done some terrible things.  My own ship is involved.  Are they good people or bad?  What about you?”  The dismay was real enough but the questions were calculated to obtain a candid reaction from Barad.

Barad’s reply shook her to the keel.  He considered thoughtfully before answering.  “They’re people, Kurin, with both good and bad.  Some few in influential places have abused their positions but most try to steer an honest course.

“Me?” he shrugged.  “I’ve been worse than most but not as bad as painted by some.  I’ve tried to pick up their mistakes and keep the innocent or merely foolish from swimming to your foster father.”

“You mean like Lenai or Darkistry?”

“Good examples.  One of each.  Darkistry was raped and framed.  Lenai simply got pregnant before she could get legally married.  The birth slot that she would have to have taken belonged to a friend who was married and had waited three Gatherings for the Lottery to give her a chance at a child.

Lenai had a good heart.  At the small Fall gathering, she went to look for a ship that would take her.  While she was looking, her ‘friends’ put her goods on the raft, after pilfering the best of them, and left a note barring her from returning to the Darok.  I took her and never regretted it.  She was the best sail-lofter and rigging surveyor in the fleet so far as I am concerned.

“Little Arnat alone would have been worth taking her in.  My wife was long dead, so I gave her my birth slot.”  He smiled softly.

Kurin could not help asking, “Why did you take in Silor the way that you did?”

“For five Gatherings, he was my eyes and ears aboard the Longin, though he would never tell Ship’s Business until the fiasco this last Gathering.  When his delusions about you led him to be cast off your ship, I could not help him openly because he was to be a key person in the plot to poison you.

“We picked him up in secret.  After he had done his part, I would have given him some education in Arrakan writing and figuring and sold him as an indenture to their fleet, where he would have probably become a good officer in time.”

The blunt revelation left Kurin feeling ill, needing to hide.  She pulled herself together and asked, “Who all knew of the plan to kill me?”

“At first, only myself, Mister Morgu, and one other that Mister Morgu picked.  I later learned that he was Merk, Master Selked’s apprentice, who was needed to make the poisoned kit.”

“What do you mean, ‘at first’?”

“I was troubled by something about the plot but couldn’t put a finger on it.  It nagged at me.  I know that doesn’t sound like much but very little that I’ve ever done bothers me.  I pay attention when something does.

“Shortly after picking up Silor, I took both Tanlin and Master Selked into my confidence.  They showed me the fatal errors in my reasoning.  

“Tanlin reminded me that by Arrakan custom and Law I would be forsworn if I went ahead.  You and Captain Mord were both at our wedding feast. That meant that our enmity was forever over, or I would lose her as wife.  Though it broke both of our hearts, she would have left me. How do I tell you that she is more important to me than even my ship?”

The question was rhetorical but Kurin interrupted to answer anyway.  She said quietly, “You don’t have to.  You stepped down as Captain to save her.  That’s proof enough for me.”

Barad gave her a surprised look.  I knew the she’d be intelligent.  I had not really expected wisdom.  

He went on,  “Master Selked pointed out that though I had always treated my old grudge as if it were the Longin that I hated, it was really only Mord that I had any complaint of, and that over twenty Gatherings gone.  In fact, the very thing that I held against him was the one time that I had completely bested him.  Hardly a reason for hate.

“One thing that I pride myself on is that I can change course immediately when I believe I am wrong.  We had that one Ord spine unaccounted, and it worried me because none of us knew where it was.  I logged and announced Standing General Orders that any use of Ord was mutiny.  I further ordered that if any part of the Ord were to be found still aboard, it should be destroyed.”

Kurin paused to consider what to ask next, thoroughly disturbed by all that she was hearing.  “That explains the timing of those orders.  I found them in the log and they’ve been mentioned in my other interviews.  

“You have also filled in the one hole in what Tanlin told me.  She tried to protect you.  She told me the truth but left you out of the plot to poison me.  Now that you have told me the rest of the truth, I like her even better and trust you more as well.

“Several people have mentioned Purser Morgu’s activities during the Gathering.  What can you tell me?”

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Untold Bonus Part 2

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance, Father!Au

Word Count: 2,324

Author Note: This is an old story of mine i think i wrote it in 2017, so please ignore my clicheness and the excessive usage of clicheness~ that makes u cringe haha

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Part 2

“Oh god, how come you guys are here” Yeoul smiled and slowly took sleeping Minyeol from Taehwan.

 “Not my idea, ask Bangtan Sonyeodan” Taehwan eyed the six guilty guys who seemed all ready to dodge bullets from Jimin.

 Jimin knew something was fishy the moment when Taehyung kept on pestering him with kakaotalk message yesterday. They were up for no good. So this was it, cockblocking his honeymoon. Touche.

 “Now let’s start with Jungkook” Jimin crossed his arms, snickering under his breath still bewildered.

 “WHY ME?” he retorted.

 “Because you are the youngest. You are going to give this hyung answers. HONEST ANSWER, alright Koo?’” Jungkook gulped in fear. This was seriously getting out of hand.

He was not supposed to get involved but because of other hyungs, he was guilty as charged.

 After good 20 minutes probing answers from this innocent maknae on their real intention traveling all way from East Asia to Middle East when they have something better to do like a romantic trip in Jeju Island. Jungkook would either nod along in agreement or shook his head in dismay probably feeling offended of his other hyungs whom showed no sign to lessen the burden on his shoulder.

 Others were enjoying the fact that they were out of equations unlike Jungkook. Out of all the members, Jimin was fond of Jungkook and if there’s one person that would give in to his question, then it was the maknae.

 Jeering sarcastically, Jimin rubbed the bridge of his nose trying to brain whatever Jungkook told him “So let me rephrase it. You are saying, this is Minyeol’s idea? My Minyeol?” he probed again causing the younger guy to nod frantically.

 “Jeon Jungkook don’t pin the blame on my child!” Yeoul looked baffle.

 Jungkook cracked a nervous smile, licking his lower lips few times “ Yes, kind of. But, Minyeol is asking us when will you return, the person who suggested us to tail you here..was..Tae hyung” Jimin let out a dry laugh accompanied by a glare at Taehyung and Taehwan direction.

 “Which Tae? Taetae or Tae 2.0” he snorted.

 “Excuse me? So now I am Tae 2.0?” that offend Taehwan, “Don’t drag me in, this Kim Taehyung’s idea” he continued with a deep grunt.

 “Tae HOW COULD YOU?” Jimin shrieked in disbelief. Taehyung lifted his hand instantly, showing a V sign with awfully childish grin.

 “Jiminie.. I really want to visit Morocco… I thought it would be fun if we give both of you a little surprise. That is why we decided to come two days later than you to give you space” he grinned ear to ear.

 “So much for showing your empathy Kim Taehyung” Namjoon scowled.

 Yeoul giggle at his cuteness, as she sneaked her free hand to stroke Jimin’s back “It is okay Jims, the more the merrier. Thanks to them we get to meet our son” if it weren't for Yeoul sweet voice and her sunshine smile, Taehyung would be dead by now.

 “Fine... Since it ends up this way” eyeing Yeoul lovingly, Jimin leaned to her level giving Yeoul a soft peck on lips. He then slung his arm around her shoulder, taking a glance at peaceful Minyeol in his wife arms.

 Just like that, Jimin decided to embrace the reality that his members were there since he’s left with no choice. A soft cheer could be heard as the guys excitedly took their luggage and readied to crash in. Tomorrow would be another new day, indeed.

 Jin, Namjoon, Hope and Yoongi shared room together so they were long gone leaving the maknae line with the couple at the lobby. Once Taehyung obtained the key from the front desk, he waved eagerly “Tae 2.0, Jungkook lets go! I got the key” he exclaimed.

 “Yeoul, let Minyeol stay with us. Jimin and you need your little fun time anyways. This is your honeymoon” Taehwan offered.

 “It is okay Tae, he will be staying with us tonight. You guys go have a good rest. It was a long journey. Trust me you need that” Yeoul replied with a grateful smile. Taehwan could be a little too caring and nice, she felt bad for making him babysit Minyeol whilst she’s on honeymoon. Even though, it was actually Taehwan who volunteered to look after Minyeol.

 “Are you sure Yeoul?” the maknae seemed unsure because he still thought they were at fault for coming without notice.

 “It is Yeoul Nuna for you” Jimin corrected shooting daggers at Jungkook direction. The younger boy rolled his eyes in protest and ignored his hyung’s demand.

 Afraid Yeoul might hurt her arms for standing still for good half an hour now, Jimin took Minyeol carefully from her arms. Minyeol stirred a little and continued to sleep so peacefully in his father’s embrace.

 Yeoul mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Jimin and turned to face Jungkook and Taehwan. She hushed the two guys away and assuring them, they were okay with Minyeol with them.

“Good night Yeoul, Jimin” he was about to give Yeoul a friendly hug but come at halt as he heard a dry cough behind him. Oh yes, Park Jimin. Taehwan caressed the top of her head lovingly instead and snickered at Jimin’s way.

 That guy really had the audacity to give me a dirty look, what a jealous freak. Cuss Taehwan in his head.

 Jungkook beamed “Oh see you tomorrow. Good night hyung and Yeou- Fine… Nuna” he grumbled. Jimin had a satisfied smile plastered on his face knowing how easy to get Jungkook listen to his words. They watched both of the disappeared with Taehyung and heaved a relief sigh.

 “It is going to be a long long day tomorrow” he cringed at the thought.

 “Hey, it would not be that bad” Yeoul giggled.

 Interesting. The arrival of Bangtan Sonyeondan with their plus two would be one hell of honeymoon trip.

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 “I told you we should not drag them along” Jimin hissed.

 “Why not? It feels like a real family trip! With you, minyeol, me, and others. Smile mister husband, it is not that bad. Look at them, they are cute” she awed at the sight in front of him. Jin and Yoongi were struggling to climb up the back of the camel despite having a platform to support their weight, for some reason those two were just having a bad luck today.

 “MIN YOONGI CAN YOU STOP TUMBLING OVER LIKE DOMINOS” they could heard Jin whined like a baby.

 Yoongi pressed his lips into a thin line getting ready to curse the elder boy out loud “Kim Seokjin-ssi, need i to remind you camel aint my everyday public transportation. Shit,you whiny grandmama” he gritted his teeth in annoyance.

 Grumpy granny Jin pushed Yoongi away earning a death glare from the latter as he decided to climb up the camel first since Min Suga was taking his whole life to stabilize himself up there. As soon as he settled down or when he thought he was, the camel rose from its feet. To their surprise, Jin was just as bad as Yoongi, he landed on ground with face buried deep in the sand.

 The whole situation was ridiculous, everyone shrieked with laughter loving to see the eldest one among them struggling. Leader Namjoon came to rescue, still laughing straight on his face. He pulled Jin up, patting his face a little too lovely to get rid of the soft sand from Jin’s handsome face.

 “We need to take care of this worldwide handsome, his face is precious” said Namjoon mocking on Jin. He slapped his hand with a deep growl unhappy with his own bad luck today.

 “JIN-SSI DO IT PROPERLY!” Yeoul glanced at Jimin sudden outburst and laughed at his silliness.

 A visible frown on Jin’s forehead could be seen as he snapped his head to meet Jimin’s eyes “SAY THAT AGAIN PARK JIMIN! I WILL SERIOUSLY MAKE THIS CAMEL STOMP YOU OVER” that was the beginning of their love squabble.

 These two could not be stopped, as for Yeoul she had no intention to get involved. She’s better off alone with Minyeol unless Jimin decided to join them per his so called romantic camel ride.

 Taehwan helped to lift Minyeol up so the little kid could ride the back of the camel without fear “OMMA….IM SCARED” he squealed with a small giggle. Adorable Minyeol won every soul in the Sahara Desert just like he always did.

 “You will be fine Park Minyeol.. Remember, you are a boy” Yeoul winked, patting his leg as an encouragement. It took him few minutes before Taehwan let go him fully, he finally could stable himself.

 “Appa.. Omma.. I DID IT. MINYEOLLIE ON THE MELMEL BACK” he couldn’t suppress a triumphant smile on his face. Park Minyeol why you got to be so Park Jimin, Yeoul smiled inwardly.

 Jimin gave his son a big thumbs up and big wave enjoying the happiness flashed across Minyeol’s face. They really needed another fun trip like this in the future, minus Bangtan Sonyeondan and Lee Taehwan. Oh well, just the three of them would suffice.

 She took a few step towards Minyeol but Taehwan was quick to stand in her way “Nah, you are not going to ride this. I will be riding this with my Minyeol. As for you” he pressed his forefinger on top of her head, twirling her to Jimin’s direction.

 “You have a husband to take care of, you don’t want lady camel fall for his kitty smile right?” blinking confusedly, he pushed her back with a light pat slightly signaling her to move.

 Yeoul turned to Taehwan with a deep frown “You are so possessive over my son!” she gave him a final pout before strutting to Jimin whom ready to give a warm embrace. Like hell, he was on standby most of the time. Embracing unhappy Yeoul, he rocked her side to side.

 “It is okay you will have all the time with Minyeol. Why are you fighting over Minyeol? You know Taehwan is never going to lose to you” he tapped the top of her nose as she scrunched up cutely in response.

 “Now now, I cant wait to ride this!” the corner of his lips twitched into a charming smile.

 Wounding both of his hands around Yeoul’s torso, with a light push she was up at the back of the camel. Not long after Jimin hopped with the help of the helpers there and the platform of course, settling behind Yeoul.

 Now that their body was wounded together, Yeoul’s cheeks heated up at the body contact. Cuddling was their forte, but then for some reason Yeoul would still feel a little shy being super close with Jimin. She couldn’t help but to feel slightly anxious and nervous. Love really does wonder, it drives people insane no matter how frequent they experience it. It keeps on repeating. That never ending butterfly effects.

 Jimin rubbed his hand along Yeoul’s, interlacing their fingers together, he smiled at the warmth. The journey began, they were right behind Taehwan and Minyeol. Sahara Desert Camel Tour should be up to three days or more but for the sake of this trip, they chose the shortest route just to see around. They had kid with them so it was impossible to make them ride and camp for three days or more.

 The sky is clear and vast, it was a peaceful journey only the friction of camel footsteps against the sand could be heard. Once in awhile they heard others chirpy voice awing at the picturesque view around them, there was no doubt it offered them an astounding sight. It was dreamy.

 Taehyung would request to stop along the journey whenever he found a place that worth Vante photography time. He would act like a real professional photographer and insisted one of the members to become his unpaid model. Those members would be either Kim Namjoon or Jeon Jungkook. If he was in luck, Min Suga would offer hand to help but Vante preferred a photogenic human like Kim Namjoon.

 Even though when at times Namjoon refused to comply to his request, Jin would step in but Taehyung would politely rejected him. He defended himself by saying Jin is too popular for his shot and too handsome which later offend Namjoon. Oh well, he didn’t mean it that way sometimes Kim Taehyung had a weird way in expressing his thoughts.

 Mind you, Park Jimin survived all those years with him. He is Kim Taehyung after all.

 Two hours of ride, it finally came to an end. Indeed, it was unforgettable experiences for everyone. They had chance to explore magnificent desert landscape and most importantly it was once in a lifetime kind of thing.

 They ended up at the other end of the pit stop, and as everyone was ready to leave the place to be transferred back to the entrance, a loud shriek froze everyone. They were looking for the direction of the voice only to be welcomed by Hoseok second attempt of girly shriek.

 “Ew, what’s that” Yoongi tilted his head curiously.

 “IT IS CAMEL POOP” the maknae widened his eyes and his gasp soon turned into a smug. In this situation, it was hard not to laugh because Hoseok’s right leg was dipped inside the filthy sticky thing. Yeoul clasped hand over her mouth tried not to barf.

 Jin cringed giving him a disgusting look “Jung Hoseok.. the camel has claimed you as his soulmate” he teased. The tour guide quickly went to Hoseok side, offering help to get rid of the large camel poop engulfing his leg.

 Namjoon shuddered “That is gross, oh god. I cant unsee that now” with that he turned his head to other side with a playful whistle.

 “Disloyal brats” Hoseok mutter under his breath as he continued to get the large stain off his leg and pants.

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[sher-soc-the-famder]

I know that you don’t want me here

Summary: Patton never wanted them to know. He had dealt with it alone; he had always dealt with these moods alone.

Word Count: 2739

Pairings: Platonic LAMP

Warnings: Depression, allusions to self harm

Notes: Well I am so sorry this took so long anon ^-^;; I hope that it is worth the wait and at least somewhat close to what you were hoping for! I’m working on MTO and the other prompts that are in my inbox, so keep an eye out for those as well!

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Patton picked at the edges of his sleeves, and sighed. He really should get up and turn on the lights. Or do the dishes. Maybe actually make himself some food instead of shoving another piece of bread into his mouth. But the thought of moving just seemed...too hard at the moment. Like he’d be trying to walk through mud instead of air.

His phone buzzed next to his arm and Patton poked it idly. Virgil had been trying to get ahold of him all day, something about thanks for the messages Patton had been sending all week. Which only made Patton feel worse, or it would have if he could dredge up anything other than the numb ache in his chest. Because the messages had been an attempt at distracting himself and Virgil deserved better than that.

My Dark Son <3 10:13 am: pat? r u busy?

My Dark Son <3 12:45 pm: i know u don’t have work

My Dark Son <3 12:48 pm: txt me when u can

My Dark Son <3 1:03 pm: Lo wants me 2 remind u 2 eat 2

My Dark Son <3 3:28 pm: pat im concerned

My Dark Son <3 3:29 pm: if u don’t respond im coming over

Patton took a deep breath and straightened as he started to type out a message. His fingers hovered over the keypad for a long moment before dropping. He should let Virgil know that he was doing alright. That nothing had happened, that it wasn't Virgil's fault Patton wasn't responding. The guilt would only make things worse if he let the messages sit any longer.

But Patton couldn't think of anything to say.

He set his phone back down, leaving the half typed message unsent.

It would blink at him later a daunting taunt that he couldn't even work up the energy to message one of his favorite people. Patton's head slid back down to the table at the thought, and he tugged the hood of his sweater up above his head. The dark helped, just slightly, but did nothing about the pressure on his chest.

He wanted to cry but the thought of crying just made Patton feel worse. Because if he cried than someone really would notice and he would be asked what was wrong. Which was nothing. Nothing was wrong except for himself and his heart. They'd make it into a big deal, and Patton hated the very thought of it.

He didn't want his friends to try and fix something for him. There wasn't anything to​ fix. Just him and his heart that wouldn't work the same as anyone else. Not to mention that they all had it so much worse than him. He was just tired.

Yeah that was it. He was just tired and if he waited long enough it would go away and he could go back to smiling and cheering them all up. Patton could laugh and smile and then laugh and smile some more if that was what they needed him to do, be an ever eternal fountain of positivity. Patton was who they turned to when they needed a smile and he hated to disappoint them.

Which meant that he never let them see him get like this.

He could deal with it alone anyways,

Patton would simply-

Well, he'd do what he had been doing for the past two weeks, do what he had done his whole life.

Patton took a deep breath and finally heaved himself up from the kitchen table. He let the hood fall further over his face, and tugged the sleeves into sweater paws, running his fingers over the soft fluff inside of it. He left his phone on the table, trying to ignore the new surge of guilt at the thought that it would soon be blowing up with more messages that he wouldn't be answering.

Virgil would tell Logan, who would send a couple of texts, one to Roman and a total of three to Patton, before he started to call. Virgil would text up until the moment that he broke Patton's door down. Roman would alternate texts and calls before helping Virgil break into Patton's apartement. At least, that's how it went when one of the other three felt down.

And when they arrived Patton would paste on another smile, crinkle his eyes as he did so they wouldn't be able to see how it didn't reach his eyes. They would fret and Patton would laugh, wave a turned off phone around, make an excuse about how he forgot to charge it. The lie would be bitter on his tongue.

Patton's shoulders curled inward as he shuffled towards his cabinet. He reached up, towards the back where he knew not even Roman in his scavenging would find, and pulled out a box of oreos. Patton always made sure to have a pack for these days. When he needed the comfort of sugar but didn't have the motivation to bake his own batch.

Patton didn't even bite back the guilt and self hatred about that, simply ripping the packet open and shoving a cookie into his mouth. He clutched the box close and wandered away from the kitchen. He settled down on the couch, curling his legs up and then over the armrest. He closed his eyes as he leaned back and tried not to think about when the others would get there.

He dozed, hating that he wanted to simply forget about them at all, hating that even then he couldn't completely. Patton was just so exhausted. He loved his friends to the moon and back. But he- he just couldn’t. Couldn’t care, couldn’t act, couldn’t do anything, he just couldn’t today.

(You fly too high Chickadee, Mother had told him once. It's alright to think about yourself every once and a while. It's not selfish to make sure you're safe before trying to save yourself.)

Patton opened his eyes, staring at the remote for a long minute. He stuffed another cookie in his mouth and told himself that he wouldn't eat another until he had turned on something to watch. Even a little background noise would help, even if the wrong thing would make him cry. Patton stared at the remote again, and ate another cookie.

God, he hated himself in that moment.

He ate another three cookies before finally reaching for the remote. He leaned over the couch, stretching as far as he could. His fingers brushed the remote and he inched it close enough for him to grab without getting up. He straightened, holding the remote next to his oreos for a moment to just breathe​.

Patton stared at the remote in his hands, and hated that as soon as he had put in the effort he didn’t want to watch TV anymore. He let the remote drop to the couch cushion and leaned his head back to doze once more. He should probably try to take a bath or shower, or even respond to those messages from Virgil. But he didn’t. He just...didn’t.

His hand dipped into the box of oreos, blinking sluggishly as he hit emptiness. Patton stared at the box for a long moment. He would have to get up to get more. Patton didn’t even know how long he as been sitting there just eating the cookies. Time felt as much of an illusion as Logan normally said it was in that moment.

Patton didn’t have any other oreos, and the thought of eating anything else made his stomach roll. He might be able to slide by with Kraft mac n’ cheese, but he had run out of that last week and had been getting by the oreos stashed around his apartment. Patton knew from experience that trying to force himself to eat ended with gagging and hours in the bathroom if he tried to force past his gag reflex.

He heaved himself to his feet, letting the box drop to the floor despite the idle thought of throwing it away being what got him moving. Patton tugged his hoodie tighter around himself, arms wrapped around his waist in the closest thing he could do in giving himself a hug.

He ignored the way that his eyes prickeld just for a moment as he bent down to pick up the box.

His socked feet brushed against the the carpet and then the kitchen tile. The sensation grated on his nerves at the same time that wasn’t enough. He wanted more, but he wanted less. Patton wanted his brain to make up its mind.

He dropped the box into his trash can and slid to the floor of the kitchen. Patton pressed his hands to the tile, wanting to relish in the cool tiles. All it did was make him uncomfortable. Patton leaned back against the counters, ignoring the way that one of the cupboard handles dug into his back. The pain was almost a welcome relief from the numbness that wrapped around his heart.

Patton had never hurt himself, not on purpose anyways. He could never work up the courage or stomach for it. Patton ran a fingernail over the inside of his wrist, over and over again. He pressed lightly, not enough to do more than sting as he felt the slide and bump of the tendons just under his skin. He wondered if actually cutting the skin would help.

Pain scared him though, on a normal day.

Now he couldn’t care less. What kept back his fear of pain also held back the energy to truly hurt himself. Patton tipped his head back. One of the vents that connected to the air conditioning turned on, and Patton didn’t move despite the cold air that blew across his hands and face. It seeped past his hoodie and the only effort Patton made at warming himself up was curling into a tighter ball.

He ran a fingernail over his wrist again.

He knew that no one would care as long as he wasn’t being annoying. Patton could mentally picture the glass wall that he had put up himself between him and the others. He had built it with a grin and encouraging words. He had said nothing more substantial about himself, had never offered anything past his positive attitude. They had never asked and he never encouraged them too.

He was selfish for dreaming of them noticing anything was wrong when he went out of his way to hide it.

Patton closed his eyes picturing the cabinet as the glass wall. He wanted to press his back to it and wish that he had the courage to let people through, to see just what sort of pain he was in. He never wanted them to know. He hated that he could never make up his mind. There was no winning. Either he hurt them by lying and remaining silent, or he hurt them by speaking up and adding even more troubles to their burdened shoulders.

Pain sparked in his palm as his nail caught against his tendon and he winced. The movement made him realize that he was shivering. He flexed his hands, nerves tingling at the action. He stared at his hands as the pins and needles ran through them, flexing them again just for the feeling. He wondered if he would have laughed about being numb inside and the becoming numb outside as well on a better day.

Distantly, he registered the fact that his phone buzzed against the table. A bumble bee pushing against a glass wall. Bump, bump, bump. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn’t shatter the glass and reach the flower it saw behind the glass. Patton wasn’t sure he really wanted it to. He wanted-

His skin itched with the need to scratch until he could draw what he wanted out of his body and put the whole thing to rest.

He brought his hands up to press against his eyes, flinching as he felt the wetness already there. He didn’t know when he had started to cry. A little desperately, Patton wiped at his face, but the more that he cleaned himself the harder he sobbed. His breath hiccuped. His chest felt like someone had laid bricks on top of it.

Knocking echoed through his home, and Patton flinched again at the noise. Muffled voices clawed at his ears and Patton couldn’t breath. He didn’t want them to find him like this. He didn’t want anyone to know. He wanted a hug. He hated himself and the world and his body and he was so stupid and overemotional and lazy and useless and-

“Patton?”

Patton squeezed his hand shut, pressing his palms into his eyes. If he couldn’t see them, they wouldn’t see him. A childish and stupid sentiment just like the rest of him.

“Oh Padre,” Roman whispered from his left. Patton hated that he was too exhausted to figure out if it was pity or compassion in the actor’s voice. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t make anyone else feel worse.

“Go ‘way,” he whispered, “‘m fine.”

A hand pressed against his head. Patton curled into an even tighter ball. The fast that he hadn’t washed in over a week screamed at him. The fingers threaded through his greasy hair and Patton bit back a whimper at the gentle touch. Nails scratched against his scalp, a gentle loving pressure that made Patton’s shoulders shake.

“You are most certainly not,” Logan’s voice came from above him. And oh. Logan was the one petting him like there was nothing else he’d rather do than love Patton in that moment. A warm hand against his numb core. Logan’s voice softened, “But that is alright Patton.”

Patton shifted his hands so that he could take a peek at his friends. Virgil’s panicked eyes stared back at him. He crouched down at Patton’s level, looking him over with careful eyes. Patton covered his eyes again, hating the way that his stomach twisted at Virgil’s search. Of course they’d be worried about that. He was acting out of character.

“Didn’t hurt myself,” he mumbled. Logan’s hand in his hair stilled. “Don’t like hurting myself.”

“We didn’t-” Logan’s voice cracked. Patton wanted to tear his own voice out. Stupid. Selfish. How dare he make them worry. He’d be fine in a couple of days. They would have their Happy Pappy Patton and nothing would change.

Calloused hands touched his gently. They curled around his and tugged his hands away from his face. Patton squeezed his eyes shut, but in the brief moment of light he caught sight of Virgil’s gentle face and Roman’s stricken one.

“I don’t like it either,” Virgil whispered, running his thumb over the back of Patton’s hand. Patton’s shoulders dropped at the understanding in his tone. He cracked his eyes open and meet Virgil’s shaky smile. “Too much work, isn’t it? And god, do I hate having to work even more.”

Patton’s lips twitched at the joke.

“There we go,” Virgil coaxed, tightening his grip on Patton’s hands. Patton felt more tears well up in his eyes and even surrounded by their warmth he was so tired. Virgil tugged at him as he tried to curl back in on himself, and Logan’s hand on his head pressed down gently before resuming it’s stroking. “You up for telling us what’s wrong, Pat?”

Patton shrugged. The whole problem was that nothing was wrong. He didn’t have any reason for feeling the way that he did.

“Well this just isn’t fair,” Roman declared into the silence. Patton could feel Virgil’s hands twitch in surprise at the words. Roman pouted and then opened his arms up wide. “The other two get to comfort you and here I am doing nothing! It’s the cruelest thing in the world. I, for one, would very much like a hug.”

He winked. Patton sobbed, just once before throwing himself forward into Roman’s arms. Roman tugged him close, arms wrapping around his waist and face buried in his hair. Patton felt his warmth leech into his own cold bones. They tangled together until Virgil joined them; Logan’s voice above them all starting to rattle off ways that they could help and things they needed to do.

Patton buried his face in Roman’s chest, and let himself fall.

His friends would catch him.

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[foxgloveanddyre]

A bit about me

This is Foxglove here. I was born June 1990. You do the math. I go to therapy and talk about anything and everything goin on in my life with my councilor. But I do talk to Dyre the same way. Sometimes I talk to my councilor before him to get opinions and a bit of encouragement. I am diagnosed with Schitzoaffective Bipolar Disorder, the way I see it is that I am Schitzophrenic with Biporal tendendcies. But my Aunt says the reverse. I also am beginning to think I have multiple personalities. But Ive gotta talk to my shrink about that. I have sever depression and constantly hear voices, thyroid and blood pressure problems.

I am a....big girl...some would say thicc. I cannot call myself fat or I get in trouble. Not only with my sub but with my friends as well. I did go to the gym with my aunt but then ahe had carrotted artery surgery on the left side of her neck. We havent gone back in a long while. I also have high anxiety. So I do not like going alone.

Im insecure yes. But I know there are others like me. I also have a large dog, two cats and a bearded dragon. My first beardy was called Pancake and she passed over the rainbow bridge early this year. So now I have Bacon. I deeply miss Pancake. Anyway, as I said before in another post I am a switch when it comes to relationships. Though Ive only had three real ones. One was a mind player, the second an asswipe, and thw third....He took advantage of my caring nature and willingness to help...They are all outta my life. I am grateful to say that.

Anyway, thats just a bit about me. I cant think of anymore to tell at the moment. Um ask me something(s) and I will gladly answer. Ask Dyre something(s) he will answer them as well. Do not be afraid. Please. Though I got to admit I am a bit scared/nervous....Thank you for reading!

[timeoutforthee]

Like It or Not-Chapter 10

Taglist: @itsausernamenotafobsong, @sea-blue-child, @iaminmultiplefandoms, @princeanxious, @uwillbeefoundtonight, @zaidiashipper, @arandompasserby, @levyredfox3, @falsett0, @error-i-dunno-what-went-wrong, @scrapbookofsketches, @podcastsandcoffee, @helloisthisusernametaken, @amuthefunperson, @michealawithana, @yamihatarou, @heck-im-lost, @unlikelynightmareconnoisseur, @idkaurl

Summary: Logan, Patton, Roman, and Virgil are all struggling in their recovery. Their doctors, Thomas Sanders and Emile Picani think they can help each other out.

Aka Group Therapy AU

Trigger Warnings: mentions of disordered eating habits, self deprecating thoughts

Read it on AO3!

“What the fuck, Dr. Picani?”

“Hi to you too, Roman,” Emile smiles at his client as he sits down, “I’m going to take a wild guess and say this is about gym class.”

“I think you mean my lack of gym class,” Roman says, “Are you the one who wrote a note saying I couldn’t participate?”

“Yep.”

He is slightly taken aback by how flippant his therapist’s response was. “But why?”

“I’ve told you before, Roman, we need to work on your exercising addiction. Putting you in a situation where you are encouraged to indulge in unhealthy habits wouldn’t be beneficial, to you or your recovery.”

“Can you even really be addicted to exercise?”

“Yes,” Dr. Picani says, firmly, “You can be addicted to exercise. You can be addicted to starving, bingeing, or purging.”

“But exercise is good for you.”

“In moderation, and as long as your body is fueled properly. But you were letting your exercise regimen control your life, and you were denying it fuel.”

“Thanks, I remember,” Roman groans, “But it would be controlled in gym!”

“Mmm, so your coaches wouldn’t push you because they’re used to you going the extra mile? They wouldn’t expect more from you or ask why you’re “slacking off”? You wouldn’t feel pressured from them?”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” he pauses, “What if I’m just, like, really careful?”

“Let me ask you this. If I had an alcoholic patient, and they wanted to go to the bar, but said they would be “really careful”-they would even pinky promise, should I let them go?”

“....yes.”

“Wow, that was really unconvincing. C’mon, you’re an actor.”

“Hey, I’ve been off for three months, give me a while.”

“Are you planning on getting back into it?”

Roman bites his lip. He has a passion for theater, he always has. But lately, he can’t stand the idea of having all those eyes on him, judging him, and the people in the department weren’t exactly supportive.

“I...don’t know. I have the class, still, so I know what shows are coming up,” Roman wrinkles his nose, “They’re doing Beauty and the Beast.”

“Ah, is that a favorite of yours?”

“No, that’s more along the lines of Aladdin. But honestly? I don’t like doing all the Disney musicals in general. We had so many options this year-Seussical, Charlie Brown, Heathers-”

“You really think they’d let a high school do Heathers?”

“Let me dream!”

“Okay, okay, sorry. So, interesting shows, but instead they went with…”

“The classic fairytale. And every classic fairytale needs a classic prince, and the closest thing they have is this Prince.”

“Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just-” Roman frowns, “I got into Theater to step outside of who I am, to break a sort of mold my family made for me, but lately...they just put me into a new mold. And, yeah, this one fits better, but it’s still a mold.”

“I see. So you think your friends from the theater department have trouble differentiating who you are from who you play?”

“I mean...basically. You wouldn’t believe how many girls have a crush on me, even though they know I’m gay.”

“That must be hard for you.”

“Hard?”

“Well sure,” Dr. Picani says, “Having such a big part of your identity, one that took you some time to accept, denied, it can be really troubling.”

“I, uh,” Roman pauses, looking at the floor, “I guess I never really thought of it. I just figured I was making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Really? Why would you think that?”

“Because that’s what my dad said-” he pauses as Dr. Picani frowns, “It’s not a big deal, really.”

“Sure,” his therapist says as he writes. Roman continues to brush things off as “not a big deal” when they are A Very Big Deal.

“Did your dad say this in direct relation to your theater friends not accepting you? Or about something else?”

“If you haven’t noticed, Picani, I tend to be a dramatic guy. My family just gets a little tired of it sometimes.” His therapist quirks an eyebrow, and Roman sighs. “Okay, so when I came out? Back in middle school? My dad was very...quiet about it. Like, he didn’t respond much at all. And because he was so quiet, I assumed he was mad at me. So I spent the entire week working myself up and internally freaking out, and I finally work up the courage to go up to him and ask him if he’s mad at me, and he told me I was being stupid, that not everything is as big a deal as I make it out to be.”

Picani frowns, “How’d that make you feel?”

Roman frowns, concentrating on the ground, “Good...I...guess? Like just because he didn’t respond the way I wanted him too doesn’t mean he didn’t care, and he wasn’t mad at me, so that’s good,” Roman pauses, “What?”

“We haven’t talked at length about your family,” his therapist says, “But if you, as his child, go to him and ask for a more expressive sign of acceptance, he should be willing, as your father, to do that.”

“Oh, he’s willing to, he just doesn’t want to,” Roman pauses, realizing how that sounds, “But it’s fine! I-I don’t need him to. I’m fine, really.”

Dr. Picani smiles, and Roman smiles back, relieved that the conversation is over.

“So, tell me about the rest of your week,” Picani says, tilting his notebook to him so he can write monitor Roman’s relationship to family.

^

“Happy first week of schooooool!” Picani sings out as he enters the room for group therapy. He sits down and pulls a mini confetti popper from his pocket. He pulls the string and a clump of confetti flies into the center of the circle.

Logan sighs. Someday, maybe, he will understand this man. Virgil looks at him from the corner of his eye and smirks.

“While school is rather exciting,” Logan says, “It is no reason for unnecessary celebration.”

“But it’s the little things we should remember to celebrate!” Dr. Picani says, excitedly, “And that makes it completely necessary!”

“...sure. I guess,” Logan replies.

“So, first week of school! New classes, new adventures, so is it starting off like a new Stevenbomb, full of excitement, or like the new season of Spongebob, where you just wish it would end already?”

“I always wish school would end,” Virgil says.

“Aw, being at the new school isn’t helping?” Dr. Picani asks him.

“No,” Virgil responds automatically, but then he thinks about lunch time, about teachers who actually know his name, about material he’s actually interested in, “...maybe a little.”

“Oh?”

Virgil just nods, not bringing anything else up.

“So, what about everyone else? Roman, did you want to tell everyone about the Theater department?”

“Oh, they already know, doc.”

Dr. Picani pauses and looks up from his notebook.

“We’ve been eating lunch together,” Roman says, “That’s...okay, right?”

“Well, yes, as long as you guys are eating together. Sometimes when two people who are suffering are around each other, they influence each other negatively. As in, instead of encouraging recovery, you would encourage unhealthy eating habits in each other.”

Patton’s eyes go wide. Encourage…? But he wanted his friends to get better! He may have deserved everything he was going through, but they sure didn’t!

Looking around, it seemed like everyone else had similar thoughts.

“I think I speak for everyone when I say that’s not going to happen,” Logan says, clearing his throat.

“Besides, we have a babysitter, don’t worry,” Virgil tells Picani.

“A teacher allows us to eat in her room, as long as we actually eat,” Roman clarifies.

“Oh good!” their therapist chirps, “But if we see an increase in behaviors, we will intervene.”

They all hum, seeming to agree that’s fair. Patton hunches in on himself, just slightly, hoping no one notices.

“So I guess you two have to catch me up,” Dr. Picani says, referring to Logan and Patton, “How are your weeks going?”

“Good!” Patton responds automatically, and Virgil is giving him that look again. Inside, he panics. He’s always been so good at brushing off suspicion, why does it not work for Virgil?

It’s clearly also not working for Dr. Picani either, because he smiles and presses on, “And why’s that Patton?”

“Oh, my classes are pretty great! All my teachers are really nice!” Okay, now Picani is giving him that look. Dammit, why was he so bad at this all of sudden? Brushing it off, he sighs, “And...I guess I’m just glad I don’t have to eat lunch alone anymore. It’s a...brighter spot in my day than it used to be.”

“You ate lunch alone?” Virgil asks.

Patton nods. “I mean, I was at a table with some yearbook people, but they never talked to me. It was just them being nice.” Because they couldn’t stand to look at how pathetic you were. “And sometimes I used to eat in the library.”

“I was in a similar situation,” Logan speaks up, “Except I would go around the school offering to do some of the teacher’s errands. They were typically so grateful they wouldn’t question my lack of lunch.”

“Guess you never ran into Mrs. Spencer during that,” Roman says, “that would not fly with her.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

They look at Virgil, who sighs. “I used to eat with my friend, Elliott, but they had this real douchebag of a boyfriend who I hated. And near the end…,” he shakes his head, “Anyway, I used to sneak out the back and hide behind the school during lunch.”

“The end of what?” Emile asks.

“The end of...I don’t know, it. The end of me going to that school, of me living with my dad, the end of-” He stops himself.

“Virgil?”

“The end of our friendship.”

“Whoa,” Roman says, “They must have really pissed you off.”

“They did,” Virgil doesn’t want to say it, but before he can stop himself, he continues, “It’s their fault I’m here in the first place. They broke my trust,” he winces, “Or whatever.”

The question hangs in the air. What did they do? But none of the boys want to ask, and Emile knows Virgil’s not ready to say.

“Anyway,” Virgil shakes his head, “Shouldn’t you say something about your week, Logan?”

“I am simply satisfactory,” Logan says, shrugging, “My classes seem to be enough of a challenge to be intellectually stimulating, but are not too much pressure. I do not have any obnoxious classmates that come to mind immediately. As previously stated, my lunch is better,” Logan lists off.

“That’s great!” Dr. Picani says, “I think one thing you need to remember, Logan, is that we are here to not only deal with any problems, but to celebrate our victories as well.”

“Victories?” Logan says, then adds, “In that case, there is a small…I mean, I have actually started adding jelly to my sandwiches again.” It’s half a tablespoon for half a sandwich, which his taste buds tell him is not enough meanwhile his eating disorder is saying it’s too much. But still. It’s a start.

“That’s fantastic!” Dr. Picani says, and the other three are smiling at him. He suddenly shrinks under the attention. He’s not used to people being so...proud, especially over something so minor.

Because Roman, Patton, and Virgil have seen it. They’ve seen how Logan can only eat half of a sandwich, and then he eats two celery sticks, and he has to break them into quarters before they’re okay to eat. Granted, they don’t say anything, but they must think it’s weird.

Because it is weird, you’re weird, why can’t you just-

“How are you doing about your lack of gym class?” Dr. Picani asks, jerking him back to reality.

“It’s fine,” Logan says. He doesn’t talk about how the numbers are still constantly in his head. The numbers he ate at lunch, the ones that are then sitting in his stomach, as he watches his peers run around on the track, already knowing the exact number they’re burning, how much they would burn if they altered it slowly.

Dr. Picani puts a little star by that. These boys are not as good at lying as they think they are.

[eleventoes]

eleven questions tag

(i seem like i’m obsessed with the number 11 because of my url but i swear i’m rly not okay) tagged by @zephyoongist whom i adore with my entire being!

1. What Hogwarts house are you in? Hmm I don’t really know much considering I haven’t read the books/watched the movies (yes, I know, I have sinned) but probably Hufflepuff (from what I found online anyway. Google: saving asses since whenever it was founded)

2. If you could have one food for your entire life, what would it be? Pizza! ‘Nuff said.  3. What’s the first thing you’d do if you woke up one day and you were the opposite sex? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I’m kidding, I’d probably stumble around stupidly and take approximately 10 years to figure it out. Then I’d relish in the fact that I wouldn’t have to suffer through that monthly waterfall of doom anymore.

4. What’s the most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing? Not much, because i don’t do much at home apart from rolling around in bed hahaha maybe when they walked in on a solo dance party??

5. You’re drunk and in a room with your past and present biases, who do you run to and why? I’ll be choosing within bangtan because i haven’t stanned anyone longer than 3 months apart from them hahaha so Jimin! Honestly im a downright mess when drunk i’d be crying every 10 minutes and dropping puns everywhere while throwing in a random philosophical question every now and then so hopefully he’d be amused? Considering how he’s always the one cracking up at Seokjin’s dad jokes i’m crossing my fingers he’d at least find me a little entertaining lmao. 

6. Would you rather eat a potato and feel its pain or be a potato? I……already am a potato. 7. If you met your bias, what would you tell them? Ironically enough i’m really bad at expressing my own feelings in words (i’m working on it i promise) so a quick ‘i love you so much’ and maybe i’d even start crying because it’d be so surreal LOL

8. What are the five things you and your bias have in common? (just to clear things up; im an OT7 stan with some jin stan tendencies if that makes sense, so i’d be talking about him here, but i love all of them with my entire heart and soul) 1. we’re not born dancers (but NO he is not a bad dancer he is amazing and has grown and improved so so much while i’d probably never be able to body wave my whole life) 2. we like strawberries (but i do like strawberry flavoured things too) 3. we like lameass puns and jokes (this doesn’t really need an explanation haha) I’m afraid our similarities end here because wow we’re kind of really different but i really do wish i could be more like him? his friendliness, his confidence (even though it took a while for him to come out of his shell, it’s still remarkably brave of him and i cannot be more proud), his height even (im short fight me) *sighs* one can only dream.

9. Did you see Jeon’s bag? The real question is….how do you not see his bag….this boy istg

10. Would you rather privately meet your bias once and never get to see them at their concerts ever again or get to go to all their concerts but never get a seat close to the stage? Ashdfksjhf this is a really tough one but if i had to choose it’d probably be the latter. With bangtan i just feel like that atmosphere at their concerts would be intoxicating and addictive, and would just be a fun experience overall, whether or not my seat would be close to the stage (though it would be nice if it was, of course). Anyway i can’t be sure i’d be able to function without passing out if i ever met them privately, so concert it is!

11. What are the five things that make you happy?

Travelling; near or far it doesn’t matter, because I love that feeling of soaking in a new place.

My dog (and puppies in general!)

Bangtan (istg i’m a lost cause if all it take for me to smile is a 2 second gif)

Food. Yeah.

Writing (and it makes me so unbearably happy whenever someone comments on it, like. thank you so so much for giving me encouragement and motivation for me to keep on going at it; i could cry you a river and it still wouldn’t be enough for me to express how grateful i am)

Aaaand here are my questions: 1. Where do you see yourself ten years later? 2. What are five things you cannot live without? 3. You’re stuck on a deserted island, which of your biases would you take with you? Choose one! 4. Horror movies or nah? 5. Recommend three songs from your playlist? 6. What’s your idea of an ideal date? 7. What do you do on a sad gloomy day? 8. Would you rather privately meet your bias once and never get to see them at their concerts ever again or get to go to all their concerts but never get a seat close to the stage? (repeating this because it’s a tough one and also because i lack originality haha) 9. If you could be your bias for a day, what would you do? 10. Do you believe in the supernatural? 11. Do you believe in love at first sight? (cheesy i know, but i’m curious!)

Tagging these amazing people (ya’ll light up my dash!) : @minigguk @minghaseok @army-author @jjkfire

[princessofknights-archived]

~Follow Forever/Appreciation Post~

❀ Yooo I was bad and didn’t actually do anything at 500, so here I am at 550 instead!

I figured it’s time to show some positivity/shout outs for my great mutuals, and everyone I interact with! Before I start the (very) long list, I’d just like to say thanks to everyone who follows this blog and puts up with my constant inactivity, lots of OOC, tons of incoherencies, and then of course the RPing on this blog!

I’ve truly enjoyed running this blog, even despite my anxiety and constant mood jumps that have come with it. I’ve truly enjoyed meeting people through this, even if I no longer talk with them or they have left tumblr. I love being able to talk with those that I’ve met and interacted with though, and you’ve all no doubt had huge impacts on me that I will forever be grateful for! I honestly have no clue where I’d be without you all. While I still am struggling a bit with a few things, everyone that I talk with is helpful and supportive which honestly is so kind??? This blog and those I’ve met through it have helped me through when I’ve been feeling down and feeling awful, and I can’t say how thankful I am for it.

Also, I highly recommend following all those that I list, as they’re all quality RPers and people that I enjoy talking and interacting with! ❀

@inverted-iris/ @dxgital-dolls - OMG SCARFY U ARE SUPER NICE IDK WHERE I’D BE WITHOUT UR KIND WORDS AND ENCOURAGEMENT YOU HAVE MY ETERNAL GRATITUDE. But also, your writing is amazing and I love seeing you on my dash, and RPing with you even if it’s only small interactions at times! Seriously tho I appreciate u a ton and am very thankful to be able to talk with you and have fun and RP and all that like I do now. And I’m so sorry for accidentally spoiling the mystery for you next round you can be certain I’m keeping my mouth shut. @motherfuckingredsaber/ @tateboshi/ @chibitsuniism - Melluuuuuu you are incredibly sweet and kind and I love talking with you. You make great promos and graphics and all other sort of art things, that are really very amazing. And ur writing omg. You write an amazing Nero that made me actually like Nero? I used to not like Nero at all but ur writing convinced me otherwise. Also I sincerely hope that you enjoyed the insanity that was the umupocalypse. @accidentalphenom/ @fogboundgentleman - Aaaaaaaaaaaa I enjoy talking with you so much! It’s fun to talk about the El-Melloi classroom even though I hardly know anything about it still because I’m lazy and won’t read things. BUT. I love ur writing of Flat and Jack, and honestly I’ve fallen in love with them both because of your amazing portrayals and it got me to finally start SF and the Case Files. And I’m sorry for killing Waver in the mystery and subsequently murdering Flat’s happiness I didn’t mean to hurt him he’s too good and pure for this pain. @motherfuckingqueenoflances - AAAAA we need to RP still. We really need to. Take charge, and begin to train Lily. I want this to happen, we need to interact. But also, it’s lots of fun to talk with you EVEN THOUGH YOUR ADVICE SUCKS AND I WONT LISTEN TO IT. But lol, seriously, it’s really nice to talk with you and joke around and scream lots. @grand-order-girl - Eyyy I’ve loved our interactions so far! You’re incredibly nice and fun to talk to, and I appreciate that you stick around to listen to my constant screaming! But seriously I love Cana and I apologize for my Phantom I’m always up for more interactions if you are! All in all, a very good muse who reflects an amazing and kind mod! @master-chaldeas/ @duguescllinn - Bully Lily anytime my friend. Our interactions always have me laughing though, I have to admit. It’s lots of fun FOR THERE TO BE MUSES WHO ARE MEAN TO LILY NO ONE EVER IS ITS FUN! But honestly you’re a good addition to my dash, because if I see a new post from you I know that I’m probably going to be laughing. Lots of fun to just chat with you as well! @brotheroftheyear - I know I’m really bad at responding to things in time I’m so sorry orz. But you’re lots of fun to talk with, and you have a really nice portrayal on an often looked-over muse! I’ve had fun writing responses and RPing with you, and it’s nice to talk with you as well! @sheer-steel - A quality meme. Lots of fun to talk with, and talk about Holy Grail Wars and all that with! But lol I don’t think we’ve even interacted yet, or not much if we have. I’m always open to interaction or RPing!!! Also ur an IB senpai. Help me I need to get high test scores plz. @voyager-of-chaos/ @bloody-clarent/@motherfreakingtwinkaleidosticks/@rxgncll/@prismatic-homunculus - Eyyy Kao u have so many blogs props to u for being able to manage them I can’t even keep three in order. But lol I’m slowly getting into things from you, like pokemon once again and fire emblem, so with any luck i’ll be able to talk with you more on that kind of stuff once i know more! But also, it’s fun to talk with you, even with my limited knowledge at times! It’s fun to talk with you and see ur cosplay stuff, because it’s so nice to see others having fun with cosplay and be able to talk about it too! @motherfuckingpinnacleplaywright/ @motherfuckingheavenshole - Hey Shakes! You’re fun to talk to, and our interactions have always been lots of fun! @motherfuckingmagicalgil/@motherfuckingberkser-rider/@motherfuckingtrojanhero - Aaaa we haven’t talked too much I don’t think but I love our interactions! Ur Gil is super sweet and honestly I love seeing him on my dash, and ur Martha and Hector are amazing! ALSO, you’re incredibly nice and lots of fun to chat with! @regalius - aaaaaaa ur Gil is so amazing??? Just???? IDK how to express my amazement and wonder at ur writing and portrayal they’re fantastic! I enjoy interacting with you a ton! And I know I haven’t talked with you too much but you’ve always been super sweet and kind when I have!!! @motherfuckinghoundofchulann/ @thirdratemaster - Eyyy I’m sorry I know I’m bad at keeping conversation most of the time, but it’s fun to talk with you! Also, I apologize for Lily’s actions in this HGW she just wants to be useful xD. But honestly, it’s fun to interact with you! @knightofbeaumains/ @throneofheroes/ @chimericlunarmagi - OMG UR PORTRAYALS. UR AMAZING OCS. UR AMAZING ART. I AM IN AWE. I always have fun chatting with you and with our interactions though!!! @eusebas/ @afleurial - OMG I’ve had so much fun talking with you even though it’s only been a little while???? Like plotting with you has been so much fun AND I ALMOST CRIED WHEN I SAW YOU WERE MAKING A MERLIN BLOG NO JOKE! @rialoir/ @zordestiya/ @ghaisgich/ Im so sorry I can’t remember all of ur blogs right now orz - BUT ANYWAYS IF ANYONE WANTS TO INTERACT WITH SOMEONE WHO RPS AMAZING OCS AND CANON CHARACTERS AND IS AN AMAZING WRITER IN GENERAL AND SUPER SWEET THEN FOLLOW CENT’S BLOGS YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT!!!! I love the interactions we’ve had! And! Lily! And! Ailill! Development! Has! Killed! Me! 

I cannot keep writing paragraphs but here’s more people that I would recommend following/appreciate: @themooncell, @avengerangramainyu, @moedredpendragon, @ofstorytellers, @motherfuckingshadowoftheheir/ @neverendinghorizon, @motherfuckingsonofsurya, @motherfuckingprincessofcolchis/ @motherfuckingsaintofdestruction/ @encasedlnamber. @nordiixa, @pxnchfire, @noircisaint, @innxcentius, @gravekeepergray, @shieldofsteel, @poisonqueenofbabylon, @axphodel/@fyhaul, @motherfucking-genna/ @airgxtlam/ @motherfuckinglionheartedking, @mini-cu-chan, @crystalpendium, @faker-king-knight-sage and I have no doubt I’m missing some but @ THE CHAT PEOPLE THAT DONT HAVE RP BLOGS U KNOW WHO U ARE, @ those who have quit RPing on tumblr that I’ve talked with and interacted with in the past, @ everyone else that I talk with and enjoy RPing with, all those I somehow forgot, @ those that I follow that I have yet the courage to send in asks/memes/whatever to, and @ all of my other followers that I have yet to interact with!

[movingtoamultimuseblog-blog]

So, I know most people do these bias lists but I feel like they're a little hollow sometimes? Like one of those obligatory thank yous. I hope that mine does not seem this way. I am super grateful however to each and every one of you that do follow me. It's been almost three months now since I've been on this site as Sombra and I know I'm not the most active what with having to work, but I do genuinely appreciate everything. Most of you I don't really know or interact with and the fact that you all stick around is amazing. It's a silent sort of support but it does mean a lot. For those that just joined recently, this thank you does extend to you as well. Had it not been for you, I would not have broken the 100 follower mark. So please, I want you to know you're all just as important<3

That being said, let me move onto some of the more notable people as well as the two most important people on this site to me. If your name is not on here, it is just simply because we have not interacted yet. Either I am a bit too busy or I'm too shy. Either way, it's all on me. ; w ; <3 Forgive me. 

Seriously force me to talk with you however and that will change it all!

This is going to be long so please bear with me !!!

I love you both so much - I know you two already know

@deathforsaken  

Skull, you're probably going to hear this forever and then some but you've been amazing to me. Yes, sure, we both have our bad days and sometimes that can cause some issues but I always move on and love you no matter what. Just to think that in a few months, we'll have been together for a year already. Time really flies, doesn't it? And what with the good news you got today, I'm so happy that so much turned around for you once I walked in. I don't feel like I ever really do enough for you, and that's partially because I'm always wanting to give you love every waking second, but I just want you to know that you mean so, so very much to me. I'll admit; I'll always be terrified of being close. There are likely going to be days where I refuse to be affectionate though I'm glad to say I've kept them from happening. Just know that even on those days, there is no where I would rather be than by your side. I look forward to visiting soon, to being able to hold your hand, to do all the little gay things. I'm not normally one for them as fluff sometimes bores me halfway to hell, but for you? I never want the fluffy parts to end along with the other things. You're so worth it, love, and never let anyone ever tell you otherwise again. Just like you will seriously never be alone again.

@survivorguilt

Sunny. Oh my god where do I begin? You're so sweet and kind and I know you're saying you're just being honest like I did to you but you deserve to hear it every day. At first, I was so nervous to speak with you because Skull is the social one and the two of you clicked so fast. And I'll admit? I'm a bit envious that you two can do so much together roleplay-wise. xD But I know that's because you both have the best pairing ever and you make it feel so real. That aside, I'm so happy we started to talk, us being the shy beans and potatoes that we are. I want to make sure that your days aren't filled with those dark moments again. I want to make you smile, to try tears of joy, to maybe one day get to hear your laugh to the antics we have. I have fun being able to talk with you in the duration of the day and both you and Skull make work bearable. As cliche and gay as this sounds, you're the little sunshine to make the day not so grey. I hope that I'm able to do the same for you and that you stick around for quite some time because I've gotten attached~<3

Some really cool people that I wanna give love to~!

@fanged-mccree 

Kofi; we haven't talked yet but you're super sweet? Like oh my god, you're just far too nice. When you answered that number meme, I was honestly shocked to see my url there? Like, aaaah ;//A//; <333 You write very well and I enjoy when I see you on my dash. You're a very nice person and just, I'm still so flattered. There are some days where I don't feel very secure about my writing, especially due to who I picked and how I play her very platonically, so seeing words like yours are super reassuring and they make me smile. <3 If you ever want to write anything together, feel free to hit me up, okay? <333333

@kagonosuzume

Az!! I am so sorry I still have not written your starter! I've been so busy that I keep not getting around to it and I feel awful! ; A ; That being said, you're precious and sweet and I love every last one of your shit posts as well as your actual ones. You're a great writer and I love seeing you on my dash all the time. <333 I'm excited to see what the Pacific Rim AU group may bring and I seriously need to talk with you soon about what you would like for your starter because I'm hopeless. </3 You're great in my books~!

@cuervocanto

Crow~! I love you? I love you. You and Zevran are amazing and despite the fact that I don't know much about the Dragon Age universe, speaking with you and learning about it from you makes it seem enjoyable. I normally like games like that but every time I tried to sit down and play, I found myself super distracted. ; w ; That being said, I loved playing Heroes with you and I love the intellectual conversations we can also have! I really look forward to playing FFXIV with you soon as well and I hope we have great cat and dragon people antics~! I'll even start a character with you so we can go through it all together~<333 I know I have that meme to write for you still and I'll have to message you soon on that because of the number I got. xD Anyways, keep on being awesome because that's just how you are~<3

@rebelmasked & @delafoi

SYDNEY. Can I love you for a moment? For like several actually? Both your Arno and Wrench are absolutely amazing and you're so funny too! Because of you, I decided to go and borrow a friend's copy of Watch Dogs 2 just so I can play it to get a better idea for the game. It's an unpopular opinion but I actually did like the first one. I just never had the time to get the second to play for myself. <3333 I really want to rp more with you in the future and I want the best, sassy hacker friends ever. <333333

@trickster-rat

Hannah?~ Sweetie, your Junkers will probably always be my favorite. Not because it's good, which it is, but because he's just such a sweetheart in your hands? Like I love him? He and my Sombra make the best pair to be the besties of the god of death, honestly. I do honestly want to do more with them soon and I have to say you're a good writer as well <3 Keep it up, Hannah. You're young but you have a lot of potential behind you. <3333

@timedeath

So, I know we haven't talked much yet save for a few little things here and there but I have to say you're such a good Gabe? Like, if Skull weren't nabbing my bias, you would be my favorite. You write very well and I enjoy seeing you on my dash also. Perhaps we can plot together sometime and get a thread going. <3 I know it can be a little strange for someone you barely know to offer such a thing but if things end up negative again for you, just know that my IM is always open okay? I may not respond right away because of work but I absolutely WILL get to you. <3

@stcrdcst

Ally. You're such a strange little thing and I love it. The quick little quips and comments, the pictures you share, the dash watches, they're also so funny and make me smile. You have a very casual and laidback form of roleplaying but I enjoy it. It brings me back to the days when roleplayed was something more simple and relaxed. Your OC is a delight and I hope you continue to write for more years to come. <333 Don't ever lose that okay? You're seriously great despite what anyone ever says~

You guys are awesome too~!

We maybe just started talking or had a few conversations in passing. I want anyone who is mentioned here to know that I do enjoy your writing styles and just because maybe I don't talk very often or I'm off doing other things, doesn't mean I don't like you. Each of you are absolute delights and I hope to see more of you soon! (Also pls push me to be social? I want to be but sometimes I'm too shy! The same goes for plotting!) I may be the really nice anon in your inbox however giving you the encouraging words you need or want to hear if I haven’t spoken to you yet as well! <3

@mechagain, @keepcalmand-tracer-on, @cauchemarr, @llacus, @dragonsealed, @fingergxns, @warscourge, @bombra, @diiisplaced

Please know that just because you are not on this list does not mean that I don’t enjoy you. I am seriously thankful for each and every last one of you. So thank you all again and I hope that as things change, I can continue to meet more of you and enjoy the community to its fullest~<333

THANK YOU FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS~<333

                                                                                               - Cross~<3