#amd she hasn't liked me in the past

[transgender-catboy]

aw nuts, I didn't get butter when I should have

[fanartlover1234]

A PUT TOGETHER MESS

Mattheo and Y/n broke up in 3rd year and Y/n left to study elsewhere but when she comes back she is completely different

MATTHEO X F!READER

3rd YEAR

"Are you kidding me??" Y/n yelled annoyed as she caught Mattheo flirting with yet another girl after he stood her up for her date.

"C'mon babe, dont be like that" he said taking her hand " y'know i love you" he said a smile on his face droping when he saw her stone cold face.

She was 14 and would probablu fall to her knees for that smile but this time she was done, she had wanted to explain to him that she had to leave, thats why she suggested this date.

"No, im done and you dont love me" she said slaping his hand away from her " you love the idea of me, you love the idea that im always there when you want it"

She said before walking away.

The very next day she left.

"Pansy, where is Y/n?" He asked Y/n best friend stoping her chatter with Astoria.

"Why would i care?"

"She left today, she changed schools because of her parents" Astoria explained as the boy's face grew pale in shock and fear as he might never see her again.

7th YEAR

Over the past years everyone could see how Mattheo had changed , his grades sliped and he himself was playing girls left and right, his heart had become cold amd his face rarely showed something other than a smirk or a stone cold face.

Y/n on the other hand became different, her usual shy nature became more open over the years even if the first year after the break up was hard.

"What gossip are you both going 'bout now?" Lorenzo asked Pansy and Astoria as they chatted about some person again.

"You guys dont know?" Astoria asked as the biys sat down, Mattheo pulled out some cigarette before lighting it.

"Enlighten us" He said rolling his eyes as he took a drag of smoke.

"Y/n is coming back, she is-"

"Wait wait wait" Theodore said " Mattheos Y/n?" He asked them.

"Well she is not really his but yeah" Astoria said as she looked at Theo.

"Nuh uh, everyone know Y/n is Mattheos girl even if they are not together" Lorenzo said leaning back before the door to the common room opened up and Y/ns voice filled the room as she spoke on the phone catching the attention of Mattheo.

Her hair was longer and darker and her looks had just changed and her personality as well.

She put her phone on the jeans pocket before Astoria went up to the girl.

"Hey girl, made sure you are across from me and Pansy" she said to the girl, handing her a key to her room.

"Thanks, Tori" she said taking the and making her way up.

-september-

During september, Mattheo learned a lot about Y/n from Astorias and Pansys big mouths thay never shut up about her.

From what he heard she hasn't changed much, just gained the confidence she needed and changed a lot in her looks earning a lot of guys attention.

For Y/n it was weird since most classed for them were together but she tried not to pay attention to him or well the facts that he still caused her to feel thing no other guy has ever made her feel.

His smirk when he caught her staring at him, or the small chuckle when she tried to cover up her pink cheeks or when she made a snappy comment at him.

-oktober-

Halloween party, Y/ns black dress and high heels caught not only Mattheos eyes but also half the party boys eyes as the girl danced her hip moving.

She flinched a little feeling a pair of cold hands through her dress on her hips making her turn around.

"Mattheo?" God her saying his name made him want to take here right then and there "get off" she said her voice sounding like a whisper over the loud music as she tried to peal his hands off her but to no avail his grip on her was strong but not enough to bruise her.

"C'mon, dove, we both know you still want me as much as i do " he said pulling her closer to him their faces inches apart from eachother before Pansy pulled Y/n back telling her something.

When Y/n turned around to scold Mattheo he was gone already, her mind going blank as she grabed a random boy kissing him.

The boy kissed her back, sloppy and bad kiss but it took her mind off, nope take that back, it didnt work his hands were warm and uncomfortable while Mattheos cold and always braught her joy, his touch felt like fire while Mattheos touch made her want to lit herself un fire with the passion he gave her, his hair was short amd straight oh how she missed Mattheos curls.

She pulled back suddenly, before her stood Mattheo his smirk on his face as he looked at her.

"Mattheo" she said.

"Mattheo? Im dean" Mattheo said.

"Huh" she said shaking her face and for a fact Mattheo wasnt even near her, before her stood Dean who she has flying class with.

Y/n left him there making her way into some random room, going into a bubble of quief from the party.

The bathroom door opened and she saw Mattheo his fancy pants thay he always wore, no shirt there.

Her eyes traveled down on his abs, god he looked like a god now.

He looked good then but now.

He cleared his throat and she looked up at him as she started to ramble an apology to him as she reached for a handle as he came closer to her, grabing the door handle traping her in the room.

"Matt"

"Dove, you wanted to see me naked you could have just asked" he said a smirk on his face as he watched her.

"I dont, i didnt" she stumbled over her words as she looked anywhere but him.

He grabed her moving her to be infront of his bed.

"I hate you"

"Oh im sure you do" he said kissing her neck before steping back a little.

"Strip" he said.

"I hate you, Mattheo, you"

"i said strip" he said again.

Before she registered it she was already out of her dress.

She took off her underwear, leanig down to take her heels " leave them on" he said.

He leaned down taking her clothes and sitting by a window placing them on the window sill as he sat down.

"Matt"

"You say you hate me yet your dripping wet, naked and obey like a whore" he said.

She looked down.

"On your knees" he said and she slowly did "look at me and crawl here"

She did but she felt so humiliated by him she when she sat on her knees before him.

Long story short they fucked hard.

-november-

It was getting chilly outside as november steped up to replace the warm weather as the night became longer.

Y/n was sitting outside reading a book, she liked the cool air as a flyer was placed down by Pansy.

"Hogwarts hosting the yule ball, we have to go to it"

"Pansy, no" she said closing the book as she looked at the girl.

"C'mon it will be fun, a good way to rub Mattheos nerves" she said singing the last part earning a smile from the girl as she said yes and soon enough dress was on her bed, haid neatly done and make up sparkly as December dance came up in few hours.

Y/n made her way into the ball room, her eyes looking at the figures dancing and a few hours in she, Pansy and Astoria were dancing as well they spun around in joy as she laughed around.

Mattheo had seen her, admired her as his date kept talking, her voice fell silent as he looked at Y/n.

Her hair tied up and her make up sparkly, her green dress enchanting her beauty as she laughed with some friends.

Her eyes met his, her laugh stoping her smile still soft as she looled at him before Astoria got her attention again.

She was back, they had fucked, he knew she still loved him but most of all he was crazy about her now, he was in love, his face went sad as he remembered all those times he treated her badly, he loved her and he lost her.

He looked at her, now he was sure who she was, she was drifferent yet same from who she was those years ago.

She was life it self.

Wild and free.

Wonderfully chaotic.

She was a perfectly put together mess.

She was a girl you regret losing.

So he wont, he said sorry to his date before making his way to Y/n taking her bridal style in his hands and carrying her.

Soon they reached his room, Y/n long gave up trying to get out of his hands.

He placed her down softly.

"Let me go" she said when be stood before the door.

"Im not making that mistake again" he said to her " i love you Y/n, i shouldn't have been such a jerk those years ago" he said before kissing her.

She kissed him back, cutting the tension between them since the halloween party.

Mattheo

Mattheo

Mattheo

Mattheo

Mattheo

Her mind was racing, his name going in circles over and over as the kiss deepened.

She is a girl you regret losing, so he didnt and will make sure he never does

[hyper-elastagirl]

Now that I've had some time to digest veilguard I gotta ask (and ramble about my quizzy below)

Like many of us, I have gotten extremely attached to my inquisitor (and her romanced option). She's been with me for 10 years! Adahlena Lavellan was the first oc of mine that I made and *stayed the same* and hasn't been drastically reworked as my interests evolved. She and my love of dragon age and our beloved egg headed apostate have been a solid presence in my life for 10 whole years. So I've had a lot of time to get to know her. I think our canon solavellan ending is sweet, like something out of mythology, but I'm not sure if Adah would be down for it?? Ramble below

Adahlena Lavellan dedicated her life pre-inquisition to mastering the art of the hunt and devoting herself to June. With a quick wit and nimble fingers from a young age, she excelled at archery and crafting tools and had a love for tinkering and dreaming of what technology was like in the age of the gods. After an unfortunate run in with Tevinter slavers as a youth, she became radicalized. Staunchly anti slavery (and anti human), she set her mind to improving upon existing tech and dreaming up new ways to keep her people safe. Needless to say she was not a happy camper in haven! Surrounded by humans (ew! Scary!) She was drawn to Solas as a friendly elven face. Her prejudice against humans slowly softened, but she was always drawn to Solas's witt and familiar comfort and loved picking his brain and asking questions.

She declined to have her vallaslin removed in Crestwood. Adah strongly believes that what is in the past is in the past and wears her shackle scars and injries from the slavers with pride. She is also still very attached to her clan and Dalish culture, their rejection would devastate her. Her refusal is based on the fact that they mean something else now, and she would not want to erase or tarnish a life's worth of positive memories.

Post trespasser, she disbands the inquisition and vows to try and change Solas's mind, and if that fails then to stop him. In between searching for him, Adah blows off steam taking out venatori slavers and befriends Fenris. They bond over relationship woes (a widower and divorcee) amd she promises to try and help find Hawke in the fade, as she feels horrible for leaving him there. (I think they should go on an eluvian hopping adventure together after meeting Rook and eventually rescue Hawke. And also Assan cuddles, everyone deserves Assan cuddles.).

She keeps a low profile. Still generally hesitant around humans, and hates the title "herald of andraste". The maker is not her god, the chant not her religion, none of it her culture. Sure, she's had good experieces, made lifelong friends, made world shattering discoveries, and enjoys exploring the world and learning all she can. But it's been 10 years and she is tired of the weight of it all and misses the early days in haven when it felt like a group of frieds against the world and she had an odd apostate to flirt with. Or the mindless comfort of her clan, daily hurts and tweaking her bow around a fire full of family.

So, the last two of her gods are felled and it's time to stop Solas once and for all, or die trying. He tries himself to the fade with blood magic resolves himself to keeping it intact. Canonically, a romanced Lavellan joins him and it is very sweet. But I'm not sure if that's Adahlena's vibe, you run into his arms and have a sweet fairytale ending (but yay for all of you who like it!)

I feel like she would be well within her right to not join Solas. 10 years is a really long time to be separated from a loved one, and Dread Wolf Solas is so different from the more wisdom-y Solas she knew and loved. Also, Varric :( I can imagine her instead spending the rest of her days tinkering with Bellara and the veil jumpers and exploring Arlathan.

If she did join him, it would be less for the sake of him and more for the sake of getting away from it all. In the prison there's no herald of andraste and the dread wolf, just Adahlena and Solas,normal people. I'm sure after a while with some funky ancient elven magic she could wander and learn from the ruins and tinkering and maybe even communicate with the world so she can keep in contact with her bestie Dorian. And for course, slowly fall back in love. This time with no secrets between them.

But idk, I still have a lot of thoughts to sort through. What about you guys how we feeling how would your Lavellan react if not 100% in line with canon? I'd love to hear

[connar-rose-kaiba]

Spirit Caller

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"Oh good... We ...Made it..." The two had raced their way to the testing grounds as soon as Connar's cards had been gathered and tucked away safely back into her deck amd securely incased in her elegant carrier. A gift from her father as a congratulations for her entry at Duel Academy based upon her excellent test scores at Duel Prep School. There was that and a customized Duel Disk made just for her. It was a matching set with a sort of Magical dreamy blend of pastel colors to emphasize her Spell Caster Theme, inspired mostly by Dark Magician Girl, her favorite card, as well as an ace of her deck. A Pair of inquisitive brown eyes rested on her while she struggled to catch her breath. Particularly interested in the rather elegant design of these otherwise rather common objects for a Duelist-- He had a few questions for this girl... for starters he wondered if she heard the same female voice earlier that day... the one he had heard shortly before asking him if had said anything. Baby steps though... "Say....what did you say your name was?" he asked her curiosly, but just before she could open her glossed lips to respond-- "Connar~!!" A small blue haired boy had rushed in and cried into her arms. "Hey, Syrus...sorry I'm late." she chuckled softly as she held him. "Mmnh....YOU'RE DARN RIGHT YOU'RE LATE!" he snapped, "You completely missed my entry duel! I had such bad test anxiety and you weren't even here...I don't know how I won my match." "So you're in! Congrats man!" Jaden laughed and gave the boy a hardy pat on the back. There was a soft grunt from the simple force on him, but Syrus studied the other male, before giving a look back to Connar with arms folded. "I see how it is." He huffed, "I'm here having the duel of my life, and you're off on a date!?" "Wh-WHat!?" Connar blushed and instantly flailed her hands defensively, Syrus, I swear, I-it's nothing like that! W-We just met!" "She's right you know." Laughed the brunette holding out his hand to the other, "I mean, she hasn't even bought me coffee yet! Name's Jaden, by the way." "Uh-huh..." the bluenette sighed and accepted the offered hand anyway, "I'm Syrus, Syrus Truesdale." " Anyway, Jaden's right Syrus! You passed, that's what matters! Congratulations!" Connar grinned after sighing in relief from having been rescued from the small boy's wrath...this time. Syrus Truesdale was a childhood friend of Connar's. His older brother Zane, used to get paid to babysit her over summer breaks as her father recognized the boy had talent in dueling and thought it would be good for his daughter to spend time with duelists to help mold her own talent. He was a shy boy but had a good heart, even though sometimes he could get a bit full of himself... "Yeah good on ya!" Jaden beamed, "I'll be in too once I win my duel!" "Wait, you haven't dueled yet?" Syrus and Connar asked this together and looked at each other. "Nah." Jaden shrugged, "Connie, you were with me." "Yeah... but I assumed you were like me perhaps, and had your exam ahead." "...Wait what?" Jaden blinked. "Connar went to Duel Prep School for the past 3 years." said Syrus,"Their final exam consists of the entry duel ceramonies to get into the Academy ahead of time." he sighed,"You know, like Early Admittance? Man... I wish I could have already been enrolled to the Academy, like them..." Connar nodded. "The truth of the matter is...I only came to watch the entry ceremonial duels for the applicants of this year's student crop." she smiled. "...Well then I'm afraid you might have a problem." said Syrus. "What do you mean?" this time Connar and Jaden asked at the same time.

Part 2

[woodsfae]

Character/arc predictions made after watching s03e17 War Without End Part One. First time watcher, please don't spoil me. :) Putting these down for posterity before I watch War Without End Part Two!

Garibaldi: He's been the reseach guy, and has been learning Narnuan and studying the Book of G'Quan so I think he's going to be vital to tracking down Sheridan unmoored in time, likely while Sheridan is in the past liberating Narn from the Shadows. I don't think Garibaldi going to die. I think they're setting up the narrative to make the viewers think he's going to die on B5, so when he does his final stand, or heroic staying behind the cut the wire or whatever it'll really tug everyone's heartstrings and he'll be "dead" for awhile. But then he'll be back with...

Stephen Franklin: Dr Franklin, while trying quit space cocaine and recover from the stressful life of a space station CMO is going to thrive in the more laidback environment which is Space Doctors Without Borders slash working with the human psi escape network. He, the psi underground, and Garibaldi (somehow...Garibaldi has had a lot of screen time researching PsiCorps) are going to come in clutch against the Shadows. He's also going to bring Sheridan back to life on Zha'dum with his medical knowledge and primitive/no medical tech/supplies. 

Susan Ivanova: will also be involved in the Psi plots. Obviously, she is a telepath. Her mother taught her good enough shielding/repressing that she has been able to slip beneath PsiCorps' notice all this time. But she's going to have to accept that she's a telepath (if she hasn't already...she plays her cards close to the vest) and learn to use it. She will also be an ace against the Shadows. I think she's going to be put into a situation where she is being pressured into letting other telepaths into her mind. Bester is my first guess. Then another PsiCorps telepath. She hates and fears PsiCorps and so that would be high stakes. But it might also be any telepath/s from any species. Maybe she'll be involved with an alien, league, and/or narn telepath/s. They've been teasing her being in danger on Babylon 5 and I don't have any firm predictions about how she moves from Babylon 5 but it might have something to do with Talia.

Talia Winters: I don't know if Talia is actually dead or not. Or if her body lived along with the personality construct PsiCorps trapped her with. Or if her personality will be assumed to be dead but resurface at some point. Or if they're gonna do an endgame of Bury Your Gays. My heart says sadly that I think Talia is either dead, or will end the series dead. But I HOPE something like this (or better!) happens for her. I hope she comes back to Babylon 5 in the nick of time. Her real personality or not. She and Susan escape the Shadows' attack. This will probably be after Garibaldi is assumed dead. Babylon 5 is lost, probably destroyed. Susan and Talia work together, have sparks. If Talia has been the construct, she gets sparks of memory back. But I think she dies, maybe saving Susan. Amd leaving Susan brokenhearted having never been public about their affection. Secret love and secret loss. Worst case scenario she lives, gets her memories back, survives, and then goes back to her ex, Matt Stoner and moves into his mom's basement to support his burgeoning career as a holostreamer.

John Sheridan: He is going to walk across time, learning and fighting the war across the universe. He's going to be perhaps the most famous warrior ever, with his legend echoing from a hundred points across thousands of years of history. He saved the Babylon 4 crew from Babylon 4. He traveled forward in time to save Babylon 5. I think he's going to make more stops before/after the war against the Shadows in the far past. I think he helped drive the Shadows off Narn, when they were there something like 500 years ago. Garibaldi might discover he was mentioned in G'Kar's book of G'Quan or something like that. Then, after all his timewalking, there's going to be a final showdown at Zha'dum in the main Babylon 5 timeline. And he's going to win. And die. And Stephen Franklin, bereft of his modern medical devices is going to keep him alive with 23rd century field medicine and possibly good old fashioned CPR. So Sheridan will die at Zha'dum and also live. And I'm certain Kosh is dead-but-not-gone, and will be either haunting Sheridan in specific, or Sheridan will have a packet of his memories or instincts or something like that. 

Delenn: She's gonna live. She's got to settle down with her all-american, corn-fed, iowan side of beef. She better have a crazy legend, too. I think she's going to have to steal Babylon 4 without Sheridan, because Sheridan is time walking uncontrollably. But she's gonna catch him with Babylon 4 somewhere or when. It's going to be very romantic. And she'd better get a legend of her own on the goddess level. I think that as she has yet to really explore the humanity in herself, she may have to dig deep into humanity's best and worst to think like the kind of human (Sheridan) that can out-tactics the Shadow, sacrificing her Minbari identity even more in order to become who she needs to be to succeed in catching Sheridan out of time and defeating the Shadows in past/present/future.

Lennier: He is the archetype of chivalry, specifically platonic ideals of a knight serving a lady. He's Lancelot from the older stories where he and Guinevere don't fuck. I think he will follow that archetype quietly, firmly, joyfully, to the end. I think he is going to die with the pure heart and diamond convictions he has demonstrated throughout the show. But that's as his eventual fate, which I hope doesn't end with season three. They may explore him creating his own legend and walking away from Delenn for a bit, but if they do, I think he will return to being her loyal aide until death do them part. Platonically. 

The show has made a point of saying that Narns aren't telepaths and having G'Kar imply that his telepathy was only temporarily induced by the drugs, but I'm not sure that's going to end up to be true. They've (imho) treated the Narns shamefully, and thematically the Narns OUGHT to be the ultimate aces in the hole. The alliance and rangers which have kept the Narns out of the loop, because of prejudice and pity, ought to realize that they cannot succeed without the Narns and they were wrong to assume the Narns didn't have necessary skills and information to allow them to succeed against the Shadows. And G'Kar ought to be recognized as a great leader of his people, a legendary ambassador working against impossible odds, and a hero. But idk if they're going to give the G'Kar and the Narns the props they deserve. I hope so, though. 

Londo Mollari: Aftering choosing the grasping, short-sighting path to power and influence every single time, and deeply regretting his youthful forays into the unCentauri vices of empathy and equity, Londo steers Centaur into falling into the Shadows' hands as Emperor. He blames everyone else around him till the bitter end. He might do something redemptive, like voluntarily clear the way for Vir the Reformer or something. But I expect him to choose miserably poorly for the rest of his life.

Vir Cotto: Emperor Vir the Reformer! He's definitely going to be legendary! And known for his reforms! I expect he'll spend his time till then being browbeaten by Londo by day, and helping Narns fake their deaths and escape the murder regime by night. No idea if his murderer wife is going to turn up again. I imagine...so...? But I can't imagine it ending well for either of them. 

Zack Allen: If he survives, he better be conscious for the rest of his life about his tendencies to fall in line with fascist elements and work to instead choose liberation. He seriously failed every moral checkpoint and then only chose the B5 alliance because it was getting pretty uncomfortable being one of the regime's bootlickers and enforcers. I've got my eye on him. 

Bester: My best guy is going to survive, do some very morally black shit, be my special, ominous little fellow, and trot off at the end to go found a psi-only colony/future superpower in an undisclosed location.

Sheridan's Dead Wife: Isn't actually dead now, but might be actually dead by the end of the show. 

My prediction for Sinclair is a separate post - see here.

[allari-ammayi]

I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOUR BHALLA X READER FIC I GENUINELY CANNOT WAIT ARGHHHANXJAKHDIANZJANNZ

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Wife | Pt. 1《Bharya》B. Deva

☆Bhallaladeva x Fem! Reader☆

Synopsis: Y/n and Bhallaladeva have been married for three months but after their wedding ceremony came to an end, y/n hasn't seen him or heard of him since. It's not like she's his first wife she likely won't be his last- is what she thinks. But when Bhallaladeva sends a servant to summon y/n to his quarters late one night, y/n hopes to fulfil their unstarted martial duties, instead, Bhalla requests that y/n do something else for him. Something y/n never expected to hear from the ruthless king of Mahismati. 《Pt. 1, 1.9k Words》

Note: This is the x reader version of this fic. If you would like to read the OC version, it will be available on my OC masterlist page! ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

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“It’s been two months, Mama {Trans. ‘Uncle’}.”

“For most women, it was six, my dear.”

“What’s the point of even marrying so many women if he isn’t going to talk to any of them?”

“Political reasons. Amma, Y/n, you should stop waiting for him and go to sleep, my lady.”

The loyal but helpless Kattappa spoke as ‘the King’ Bhallaladeva’s newest concubine resurfaced her face from in between her knees.

The sky was dark and Kattapa had just finished his duty of serving the lady some fruit. It wasn’t quite his duty, but something he chose to do. Y/n never had a proper father and Kattapa was the closest she had ever gotten.

Y/n looked up at the sky and thought over the past few months. It’s already been three years since the defeat of Bahubali and the raising of Bhallaladeva.

Nothing changed much for Y/n, but she knew it was only because she was the daughter of a higher official. The poorer people of the nation though, were being robbed of everything they once owned.

“Are you sure he won’t visit me?” Y/n asked, leaning the side of her face on her knees, looking off into the trees as she rested on the balcony ledge.

“I don’t think it’s likely, my lady.” Kattapa adjusted his sword back into its place and stood before Y/n as she turned her head towards him.

He gave her a sharp bow with his fist to his heart, wished her a good night’s sleep and trotted off, leaving y/n to think by herself.

True, it had already been two months since she had been betrothed to the king of Mahismati. But not once since her wedding had she seen his face.

Even before the wedding, she had never really seen him. Maybe once or twice when the two were younger and Bhallaladeva was considered one of the high and prideful princes, always finding ways to make his mother proud.

Y/n couldn’t remember if she was merely imagining it, but she also considered the multiple moments of eye contact she and Bhalla had shared previous to their marriage full of romantic tension. Were those gazes they shared a figment of her imagination?

On her wedding day, y/n and Bhalla had exchanged short glances and a single moment of eye contact. Since then, they had never spoken. Actually, now that y/n thought about it, Bhalla and y/n had never spoken even on their wedding day. Not even on their wedding night, which Y/n was eagerly waiting for.

She draped herself in the prettiest white and gold sari that she could afford and waited on the bed covered in flower petals for her beloved. High with the hopes of feeling love and giggling like a schoolgirl, Y/n waited for a few minutes.

Bhalla was not there.

She waited an hour.

Still, no one was there to entertain her or to be entertained by her.

Y/n waited for a couple more hours, her excitement and giddiness ebbing away with every second that passed, till she succumbed to the desire for her sleep.

It was a sad night and an even worse next morning. The very next morning, hoping to wake up to the face of her dear new husband, Y/n awoke to an empty bed, the flower petals on Bhalla’s side undisturbed, making Y/n realise that she had spent the night alone. Her precious wedding night.

The night in which a husband and wife would share moments of intimacy together. She had spent that night alone, all by her lonesome. The same continued for the next two months. Y/n waited patiently and eagerly in her room till late hours every night hoping that at least one day Bhallaladeva would suddenly remember his latest wife and visit her.

But it was never the case.

Y/n, being close with all of his other wives, was told several times to give up and get on with her life. That Bhalla had never visited the other wives before either, and if he did, it was only for the most important of formal reasons. If else, he would send servants.

The other wives pitied Y/n. They even saw a bit of themselves in her, but no one ever waited for Bhalla for that long like a love-sick puppy. They usually gave up after a week or two.

“Ayyo, picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Oh, you silly girl.’}” Bhalla’s third wife spoke as she peeled an apple with the sharp end of a dagger for her, Y/n and a couple of other wives as they sat around and chatted like they always did.

“He isn’t going to come, Chinni.” Bhalla’s second wife spoke as caressed Y/n’s head affectionately.

“Kadu. Aiyna vastharu. Naku namakam undi. {Trans. ‘No. I believe in him, he’ll come for me.’}” Y/n said softly as she stared at the ground.

“Ma matta vini aiyna kosam agadam maneyi, thalli. {Trans. ‘Listen to us and stop waiting around for him, my dear.’}” Another spoke up as Y/n stubbornly cushioned her chin on her kneecap as she leaned her back against a pillar. Y/n shook her head slightly and continued staring forward intently.

“Aiyna ki na meda prema undi. Vastaru. Vacchi teestaru. {Trans. ‘He loves me. He’ll come for you, just you wait.’}”

At Y/n’s words, half the wives burst out in laughter while the others quietly giggled to themselves. Y/n’s head shot up at him in half-confusion and half-anger and she glared at him.

“Enduku navvutunaru!? {Transl. ‘Why’re you laughing!?’}”

“Picchi pilla, {Trans. ‘Silly girl,’}” Bhalla’s fourth wive said, getting up to sit next to y/n, draping her arm over y/n’s shoulders. “Asala aiyina ki prema ante ento tellidu. Aiyna ki preminche shakti ledu. {Trans. ‘He doesn’t even know what loves is. He can’t feel love.’}” Y/n’s eyebrows came together in confusion.

“Aithe mari mimmalini ela premistunaru? {Trans. ‘Then how is he loving you all?’}” The girl asked, naively, and once again, the group of women burst into giggles.

“Aiyna mammalini evaruni preminchateledu. {Trans. ‘He isn’t in love with any of us and doesn’t love aany of us.’}”

“He doesn’t even lust after us.”

“What..?” Y/n said, her motuh agape.

“That’s true.” The first wife spoke out, wise as ever, “We’re only married to him because there’s something from our families he wants. Be it armies, money or privileges. Anything.”

“Yes. Never once has he ever shown us affection or love or anything even close.”

“Mari meeku baathaga leda? {Trans. ‘Then are you not sad?’}” Y/n asked, her eyes starting to droop in pity. The other women smiled sweetly, none in pity or sadness.

“No. Not really,” The first said, “He never gave us a reason to love him in the first place, so it was easy. We have our own lives and he has his.”

These words caused a flurry of emotions to erupt within y/n’s heart but none so as strong as her iron will and faith in the king.

All the wives urged her to move on. They encouraged her to use her status as one of Bhalla’s wives to her advantage and achieve anything she wanted to in life.

But y/n never gave up hope.

Or at least not till the third month.

Y/n had yet to see hide nor hair of Bhalla, the man she was made to dedicate her life to, and she was starting to lose hope.

Would she finally break and give up like the rest of the wives had? Y/n thought about it that night in the chilly, dark, open balcony.

Was it even worth waiting anymore?

Just as y/n was about to think not, she heard the sound of shuffling footsteps advancing towards her room.

Y/n’s heart jumped and butterflies attacked her stomach.

Could it be..?

The sound of knocks on Y/n’s door echoed through the room and reached her ears, a sudden feeling of excitement starting to awaken within her, lighting up the entire room.

Y/n shot up and raced out of the balcony, running to the door, her anklets and bangels jingling and dangling as she ran, sounding a sweet harmony at the girl’s glee.

Y/n stood in front of the door, her heart racing. She gulped and reached the large lock that held the two massive maple doors together and with a final surge of excitement she dragged the doors open, her breath fast and her face pink, only to be faced with a punch from disappointment.

In front of her stood not her husband, but rather a young servant. Y/n felt her heart drop and her legs weaken as she grasped onto the door for support.

“Oh… Gowri… What is it?” Y/n asked the servant, her obvious look of excitement dissolving into a bitter look of disappointment.

“My lady, I was sent by-” Assuming that the servant was sent by one of the other wives, y/n strayed her attention elsewhere, barely listening, holding her tears of self-pity back. “-His Majesty.”

Y/n felt herself nearly topple over as she lost grip on the door, effectively being caught by the surprised servant who helped her readjust her composure.

“Did- Did you just say ‘His Majesty’?” Y/n asked, somewhat contemplating wether she had actually gone insane from yearning for Bhalla for so long that she was now imagining things.

“Yes. His Majesty is summoning you to his quarters.” The servant said and Y/n began seeing stars in front of her eyes.

“Would- Would you please repeat that?” Y/n requested, beggining to lose grasp of herself in the chaos of her mind, her excitement and adrenaline running high.

“His Majesty has sent me to inform you that he wishes to see you in his quarters.”

“Do you know what for..?” Y/n asked. She thought she was being selfish and greedy when she had a tiny hope in her heart that the servant wouldn’t say that y/n was needed for formal reasons.

“I believe his majesty-” Gowri gulped, tripping over her words and her eyes darting around, avoiding Y/n’s eyes.

“Yes?”

“I-I believe-” Gowri’s eyebrows scrunched together and she let out a quick sigh, “I’m unsure, your highness. I was only tasked with bringing you there.” Gowri said with unease, leaving a puzzled Y/n to wonder by she was being summoned.

“Oh… Alright.” Y/n said, mildly confused, “Aithe pada. {Trans. ‘Then let’s go.’}”

And so set off, the confused wife and the uneasy servant who seemed eager to fidget with her thumbs, desperate to leave.

“Just this way, your highness,” Gowri said, leading Y/n to a set of great big oka doors, far larger than Y/n’s. “His Majesty is waiting inside for you, your highness.” Gowri bowed to Y/n, not lifting her head up.

“But-” Y/n gulped as looked at the doors. “Is this not his Majesty’s room? I thought you were leading me to his office?” Gowri remained in a bow, not answering Y/n or liftening her head up.

Y/n gulped and begrudgingly put her palm on the door. With a slight push of uneasiness, the doors creaked open ever so slightly and with the noise of the door, the poor servant jumped and scampered away, keeping her head low in a bow.

Y/n turned her attention away from the jumpy servant and back to the door’s creak, from which the light of torches was spilling out. Y/n opened the door a little more and slowly poked her head inside, looking around to see where Bhallaladeva was and what he wanted with her.

Y/n didn’t know a thing about Bhalla’s room, for she had never been there.

Truth be told, no wife of Bhalla’s had ever gotten as close to his room as Y/n was now, so she knew it was urgent.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 》 None yet! Please reply to this post if you wish to be tagged in my future works, fics, and the next part to this story! :)

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1171: The Diary of Beartrap (Epithet Erased)

Dear Diary,

It's been a while, hasn't it?~ I'm sorry it took too long for me to write to you. Quite a lot has happened to me as of late: Some hectic, some exciting, a few rough patches and there, but I promise you there's a lot good after that. In fact, my life has gotten a lot better since it ever been, but I'm getting way ahead of myself already, so let's get started , shall we?

To get the bad and obvious out of the way, my relationship with my family hasn't improved at all unfortunately. Lorelai's still as lazy and self-centered ever while always constantly butting heads with me every chabce she gets, dad-no, Martin, is too investing in his own little world to even care about anything anymore, and I always had to spend the last few years of my life, watching over the toy store and keep it up float while cleaning up THEIR messes on a daily basis! And yeah, I HATE every second of it and EVERYDAY!!

.....But it couldn't be helped. The day mother left has been really rough for all of us since then, so it's not too hard to understand why our relationship became so....distant, hollow, dysfunctional and so.....messy. I should've realized sooner that things would turn out the way it did and be more prepared, but even then, I doubt it would've been any less stressful and draining than it was now and after everything Lorei put me and my friends through in her fantasy world of hers that night, I decided enough was enough and leave everything behind me: the toy store, the people I used to call my family, and.....my previous life up to this point..........

And I'm happy I made that choice, because like I said, my life really turned around for a whole lot better since then. I'm doing a lot better in school, I get to spend more time with my friends stressed-free, I even did a few other things I've never thought i would ever get to do in whole life: like being a part of school plays, attend football amd basketball games, and making these suuuuuper yummy cinnamon apple raisins waffle in cute cub head shapes~

To tell you truth, I don't think any of this would be even remotely be possible if it weren't for the two people who are working their butts off into looking after me as of late: Crusher, the biggest teddy bear of a sweetheart I have ever met (Which is pretty ironic considering he actually went as a teddy bear for Halloween last year. So freaking adorable!~ i should really remember to him again when he and the others come back), and my one and only boss: Giovanni Potage.

I honestly don't think I have the proper words to express how much he means to me or even how thankful I truly am for everything heaven done for me so far. He taught me how to be more confident in myself and become more assertive, he goes out of his way and beyond to try to help me with stuff in general, and he even went out of his way to take me our of my miserable home life and does his very best to look after me to this very. He sees a lot more value and importance in me than I even realized I have any myself. He did all of this is.....because he cares about me. Because he loves me. And......I love him too. So much that.....I wanna do whatever I can to help him out: with our new villain group, any of his newer evil schemes, and everything else in general. It's the least I can do for everything he have done for me thus far.

To this day, I still don't think I have a clue as to what the future will have in store for me or what to expect going forward, but I won't let it scare me off that easily. I won't let my past life take a hold of me any longer. I am going to live rest of my life to the fullest by my own accord and with the people I truly love and cherish. And if anyone has a problem with that, they can go screw themselves right off to the blazing sun, cause I'm not stopping one bit!

Giovanni: (In the Other Room) Ohh Beeartraaaaap!~ Dinner's finally ready!~

Crusher: And we finally return with SNACKS!

Spike: Annnnd a good amount of decent quality movies we can all watch!~ None of which were chosen by Ben thank God!

Ben: Dude, seriously!?

Car Crash: Hey, we're not the ones who brought tickets to that knock off Ice Age movie that one time, didn't we?

Ben: ('Let's Out a Frustrated Scream')

Molly: (Giggles Softly) Coming! (Finishes Up Writing on her Diary)

Okay, as much as I would love to stay and wrote, I gotta go now. We're having lasagna and a whole movie night tonight. They said they'll be a lot a movie to watch through this time around, so fingers crossed for at least a few of them to be decent. But until then, I'll try and write to you more often. It is one of my many New Years Resolutions after all, might as well make the most out of them.

Love,

Molly Blyndeff A.K.A. Beartrap

@aprilbrowines

[starshineandbooks]

Bottom of the river (long way down) part 3

Pairing: Grimmons, Tuckington, Docnut, oc x oc

Rating: T (cursing, Canon typical banter)

Word count: 4787

Summary: In the aftermath of Simmons putting his foot in his mouth, progress is made. The kids are determined to do what they have to.

Warnings: cursing, repression,

Other: if I missed anything please let me know (Not beta read)

Lani dosen’t look back as she leaves, marching directly into her room. She puts herself in her top bunk and curls up facing the wall.

"Leilani." Zach says as he comes in.

"I'm fucking fine." She snaps.

"Lani." He says again. Softer as he watches her tremble.

Zach closes the door and steps closer. He comes up to the bunkbed and just looks her over.

She tenses up, pulling a blanket over her. She dosen’t turn but she dosen’t snap at him again.

"What can I do?" Zach asks.

"I want my dads." Lani says softly.

"I can-" Zach starts to offer but frowns. "I know, Lani."

She turns, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.

"This is such bullshit, and if I hadn't touched that stupid fucking thing- what if we mess it all up?!"

"What if we don't?" Zach offers softly.

"Look, timetravel never works that great in the books or movies. I'm not fucking smart, but I'm not stupid."

"You are smart, Lani. We don't know how this works, but we can make the best of it."

"I'm really fucking scared, and I just want my dads."

"I know. Come one down here, we'll build a blanket fort." Zach urges gently.

"I just don't wanna mess everything up." Lani laments as she sits up slowly, tears falling down her cheeks.

Zach just nods. He knows. He gets it.

But he also knows freaking out won't help.

Instead he takes a deep breath. "You wanna braid my hair?"

"Yes please." Lani manages.

Zach has to fight the urge to flinch. He hasn't heard her sound so tame since her childhood cat died two years ago. This has really upset her good lord.

Lani slips down the ladder and moves to her friend. She hugs him tightly, burning her face in his chest as she tries to stop the tears.

He hugs her right back, holding her close as he curses Simmons with everything he has. How dare the man upset his friend?

That ass wipe!

"Zach have you- what happened?" Ban asks as he comes in.

The door shuts quickly as Ben comes and joins the hug, pressing against Lani's back. He looks up to Zach with questions unvoiced.

"Simmons." Zach says sharply. He takes a deep breath before he continues in a calmer manner, "Simmons put his foot in his mouth, and it really upset Lani. Which is understandable."

Ben frowns, "Lani... what happened?"

"He said he's not my dad. And why woukd he want to be?! I fuckdd up and were all gonna get un-creatdd cause we're in the past!" Lani groans.

Ben just nods. He tries to make the words make sense, remembering that his friend becomes dramatic when she's upset.

He knows her, and he knows her tendencies to blow things out of proportion but he dosen’t want to make her feel less than either.

"Lani," Ben says, still hugging his friends, "Would you like a blanket fort? And maybe to talk?"

"Just wanna not fuck it all up." Lani says softly. "I'm scared."

"I know." Zach soothes, "I know. It's okay. We're right here, I promise."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, Lans," Ben smiles softly, "And next time we see the rest of our friends we can tell them about this and I promise Caasie will tell Simmons he's a dick."

Lani laughs a little, bitter and exhausted. She finally looks up at Zach. "Can we sleep in the blanket fort?"

"Yes, Lani, we can absolutely sleep in the blanket fort."

So, they build the fort, and Lani braids Zach's hair. They curl up in the blanket fort amd talk about dumb things and funny stories from their youth. And they fall asleep tangled together.

It's okay.

Lani is till hurt and everything still sucks, but it's okay.

And when they wake up in the morning it's to Tucker.

"Hey." Tucker says, kneeling in front of the blanket fort. "Kept the party going huh?"

"Shut the fuck up." Ben groans as he shoves his face further into Lani's stomach.

"Simmons is getting yelled at by Grif, dunno why it is this time." Tucker informs.

"I do." Zach says simply, "Simmons really messed up."

"It's fucking fine, Zach. Simmons is more than allowed to decide he doesn't have a fucking obligation to me. I have you guys and I have dad."

"Wait- what?" Tucker frowns. "What happened?"

"Simmons said things without thinking." Zach says firmly, looking rather done. "I imagine Grif found out."

"Well- shit. Lani I don't know what he said, but he didn't mean it. He just- fucking sucks at talking." Tucker says, hoping to do some damage control. His parental instincts probably the loudest since he's had a kid already at this point and they other's haven't.

Lani gives a dubious look, but she dosen’t argue.

"Yeah, pops is super right, Simmons is a dumbass, but he didn't mean it."

"Yes, he fucking did. He said I wasn't his kid, and he's right. I'm an unknown to him, so what the fuck ever."

"Lani... you kept cutting him off. What he said sucks, a lot. I'm not defending him at all, but he didn't have a chance to explain." Zach says softly.

"Bullshit." Lani scoffs, "He said he wasn't parent material. When I called him papa he said he wasn't. So er-fuckig-go he said he wasn't my god damn dad."

"I'm not saying otherwise. I'm just saying you didn't give him a chance to try to explain."

"Oh kid, ypu had a shit end to your night, huh?" Tucker asks, "Want me to go kick his ass?"

"No." Lani says.

"Lani?" Ben asks.

"Yeah?"

"If you change your mind, you let pops know."

"There's no need to kick ass. I'm still fucking upset and terrified, but that's just stupid. We need all the help we can get."

"You uh- want a hug?" Tucker asks.

"Fuck yeah I do!" Lani gives a smile, more cheerful than earlier. She loves her uncle Tucker's hugs.

Tucker moves closer and hugs her. He dosen’t really know a lot about her but he knows it sucks when your parent says something stupid. He hugs her the way he hugs Junior. Firm and gentle.

Lani hugs right back, ignoring the fact she's probably clinging. It's fine, it's her uncle Tucker.

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"I fucked up." Simmons says when he sees Grif open his eye.

Grif groans lowly.

"I really fucked up."

"What the fuck are you on about?" Grif groans again as he pushes up.

"I upset Lani. I think I accidentally said I wasn't her dad-"

"You fucking what?!" Grif snaps his gaze to his roommate.

"I don't know! But I hurt her, and she stormed out, and I think she thinks I don't want her."

"God damn it, Simmons."

"I know."

Grif just groans. If this were anyone else, he'd lose his shit, but yelling won't change anything.

So, instead, he just drops onto his bed with a groan and wonders if he can just not do anything today.

Hopefully, the answer is yes.

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Sarge has gathered intel. And he can't imagine how he ended up with a second generation of red team, but he is happy about it!

And yes, Grif had a child, but that child is still a glorious red!

So far, he's discovered that Aspen is good with strategy, Violet is amazing as a ppitcher, and Cassie likes tarot. That last one isn’t as useful, and Cassie is a dirty blue.

But still...

Intel can be crucial in ways you don't expect. And Sarge is very creative. He's a genius if he can say so himself!

On top of that, he creates time travel, and it takes that blue team scientist!

Today, he's with Doctor Grey, running blood work and other health tests for the timetravelling teens while a time traveling Kai watches and babbles.

This is a second round of checkups, a precaution, and a way to gather information.

"I hate needles." Violet groans as she burries her face in Aspen's shoulder.

"We know, Vi." Aspen pats the girl's back gently. Their voice is soothing.

"I hate doctors. Emily is supposed to be nice to us." Violet mourns.

"We're in the past before any of our parents got it together, Emily is just doing her job." Cassie chimes in as she drapes herself across Aspen's other side.

"How do you know me by that name?" Dr. Grey asks as she puts a bandage on Violet's arm. She dosen’t sound upset, only curious.

"You're our eccentric grandmother figure!" Violet beams.

"Violet!" Cassie hisses, moving to swat her friend lightly only to almost fall.

"Easy." Aspen says as they snag their friend's bicep and pull them back to stable.

Cassie just smiles, muttering appreciation quietly.

"I have no children, so I can't imagine having grandchildren." Grey chirps happily, "Arm, please."

Aspen offers their arm without hesitation. They don't flinch when the needle enters their vein, focusing instead on breathing.

"Well...." Violet grins excitedly.

"Do. Not." Cassie says firmly.

"Shut it, blue." Violet says so lightly that there's no doubt she is joking.

Sarge is delighted, though. "You heard the little lady, blue."

"Hey, what's wrong with Blues?!" Kai demands as she looks up from the tablet she's been using basebook on.

"You're the enemy!" Sarge scoffs.

"Oh, I can't wait to kick your ass at paintball." Cassie says as she smirks. "Hell yeah!" Kai grins.

"I mean, we'll probably win." Aspen chimes.

"Another victory for red team!" Sarge crows.

"You wish." Cassie scoffs with an eye roll.

"We'll kick your ass, old man!" Kai defends loudly.

"Yeah!" Cassie jeers.

"Oh my, I hope you have a referee." Grey smiles.

"Of course we do. Dad and Zach run refree." Violet laughs.

"Good ol' Doc, he taught me everything I know about medicine." Cassie beams, joking as she kicks her legs a little.

"Which is why my dumb brother won't let you play first aid." Kai scoffs.

"My dad is a great medic!" Violet defends vehemently.

"He rubbed aloevera on me for a pinkie toe wound!" Sarge scoffs.

"Bandaids don't help migraines." Aspen says with a pointed look.

Grey turns to Cassie and starts to draw her blood.

"I like to give people oreos for hunger." Cassie smirks.

"You dastardly blue, Grif has infected your young mimd!" Sarge clicks his tongue.

"Please stop yelling." Grey asks lightly.

"Sure thing, doctor." Aspen agrees lightly

"We're not yelling!" Kai protests.

"Kai." Violet sighs slowly.

"That's my name!"

"Can we please behave?" Cassie groans, ignoring that she too had been messing around.

"Only if you do too!" Violet giggles.

"I miss my brother. He shuts you up." Cassie groans.

"He has a way with that." Violet agrees sweetly.

"Ew." Aspen frowns.

"I see you take after you,'re daddy!" Sarge frowns, trying to decide if having a second Donut is worth the addition to the red team.

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Kimball has learned a few things about the new recruits.

One, they're crazy barley contained chaos who only abide by Zach. The Sim troopers seem to have passed on the gene for 'God won't let us die and it's your problem.'

Two, Lani is a daddy's girl who has Grif wrapped around her finger. This could be useful. If it's used right, at least.

Three, Ben sleepwalks and has nightmares. He frequently ends up in a hallway trying to run.

And four, Zach is the only voice of reason the other two seem willing to listen to. The tall boy is good at first aid and being the adult. Which is a fucking god send.

Today, Kimball wants to use these things (minus number three, perhaps) to whip the captains into shape.

Training is about to start, and thanks to the three teenagers, even Grif is present. The captains, their squads, and the teens stand in a group loose around the front of the training room.

Ben waves, dressed in grey armor streaked with aquamarine. He seems entirely too excited. His other arm holds his helmet on his hip. "My name's Ben, I'm enemy captain."

"Would someone tell me why my son is acting as the enemy captain?" Tucker asks sharply.

"Because he fucking can." Lani says as she comes up beside her friend.

Simmons nearly screams when he realizes his daughter is in armor. Fuck. No.

This is so not okay. He needs to stop this right now.

Lani is clad in orange armored streaked with maroon. She's putting her helmet on and if they didn't know her voice they'd never recognize her.

"Lani what the fuck?" Grif manages, because that seems an appropriate question.

"It's cool. we're only doing hand to hand and wood knives today!" Ben waves off the concern.

"I'm running first aid." Zach says as he steps over, clad in baby blue armor. "Don't worry."

"Anyway, we're running training today!" Ben grins from under his visor, "Kimball says."

"Absolutely not."

"They are, actually." Kimball says as she walks in. "If you guys can't beat these teens who have never been military, we have a real problem."

"You are not getting involved." Grif says firmly, "Tucker back me up."

"Grif is right." Tucker says sharply.

Simmons wants to back Grif up. He wants to ask why Grif didn't ask him to. But then he remembers two nights ago and how he accidentally said he wasn't Lani's dad.

Right.

He's still being treated like a stranger. Like someone she has to put up with.

Ouch.

And like, Simmons knows he fucked up, he just- didn't expect the icey treatment to last so long. He knows he deserves it but it still sucks.

"I am, dad. I promise it's safe! We're in a war zone, you want us to know how to fucking protect ourselves. Don't you?" Lani asks, gaze hidden behind her visor even as her voice gets all soft.

"I-" Grif frowns. He can't argue with that logic. And what better way to keep her safe than to know she can fight?

This seems like really shitty parenting, but Grif also knows Kai probably taught his kid to sneak about. So isn't it better to have her know he's here? That he wants her safe?

Shit.

"Fuck, kiddo, I guess." Grif says, feeling like a failure and unable to see any other real and safe option.

Damn free will. Amd damn his sister for almost certainly teaching his daughter delinquency.

"This seems like a bad plan." Simmons frowns.

"No one fucking asked you." Lani says, her voice barbed wire, the sudden change should give someone whiplash.

"Hey, don't talk to your dad like that." Tucker says.

"Whatever."

"I still can't believe you." Grif hisses to Simmons. Having already given the nerd an earful but still upset about the other night.

"I know."

"Let's get this show on the road." Lani says.

"Hold on, I'm still not convinced this is the right thing." Tucker says.

"Pops, look at it this way, if we lose wee will all stay out of the fight." Ben says, "if we win, we get to fight."

Lani grumbles at that, but she dosen’t argue.

"You'll all stay out of the fight if you lose."

"Sure." Lani agrees.

"Really, you'll make a deal?" Grif frowns. Why didn't he think of this. That's the first rule of negotiating. Make a deal!

"Let's go. You'll see the right side has a cone square. That's jail." Zach cuts in, "that's our side. The left side is your side and has a big tape square that's your jail."

"What is this?"

"Capture the flag." Ben grins, the sound of his voice betraying it despite the helmet.

"We made flags from lost shirts." Zach explains.

On one end is a large white t shirt with a skull drawn on it in Sharpie. That one is Lani and Ben's team flag.

The other flag is a crop top cut from a graphic t proclaiming "that bitch".

"Anyway the team are super easy. Me, Ben, and everyone who just got a cat gif are a team. Everyone else is with the captains."

Half of the soilders join Ben and Lani's team. Leaving The captains, their lieutenants and one other member of their teams.

"Alright five minutes to strategize." Zach calls.

"I'm staying to observe." Kimball informs.

Lani, Ben, and their team go to their side and huddle around. The two teens take point on leading and come up with a strategy that should combat their parents easily.

They know their parents, and their usual behaviors. Bickering, and mind games should work fine.

Distract and the bribe Caboose.

Distract Simmons.

Bicker with Grif.

And keep Tucker occupied with either combat or jokes. Possibly both.

Grif, Simmons, Caboose, and Tucker decide head on is the best way to overpower the teens.

Simmons is left to guard the flag, because he isn’t the best at pure power.

Caboose is left to charge in, and promptly gets distracted when Lani sings the meow mix song on loop. The super soilder joins in quickly.

Lani ends up convincing Caboose to help through words no one else quite catches.

Ben pulls Grif into a bickering match while they lazily fight.

A soikder from Tucker's squad is distracting him by asking about the sangheli.

And then of all things, there's another soilder bickering with Simmons. Just bickering.

Amd oh wow, Lani and Ben chose psychological warfare apparently because now Caboose is helping Lani barrel through his own team and get the flag.

Huh.

It's eight minutes in and Lani has arrived to Simmons, looking more or less unscathed while Caboose looks like he got dinged up.

"I'll take the flag now, Simmons." Lani says evenly.

Ouch. It still hurt everytime she calls him by nape instead of 'papa'.

"No way! You cheated!"

"No. I didn't. The flag, Simmons. I'd hate to kick your ass."

Simmons almost laughs. Because what kind of danger is an untrained teenage girl?

And then she lunges.

Simmons should have been prepared, but he is caught off gaurd as she sweeps his legs out from under him.

Ben shimmies up and grabs the flag before dashing off. He's laughing as he dodges and wrestles his way through.

Simmons goes to follow only to be thrown onto the floor over Lani's shoulder.

Well shit, apparently, the teenage girl is some danger.

And then Zach blows a whistle, "Future team wins!"

Ben is currently crowing his victory.

"Well shit." Tucker says. Realizing his son won and he's supposed to let the future teens fight now.

"How'd they do that?" Grif asks.

"I helped!" Caboose grins as he pulls off his helmet.

"The wrong team!" Simmons snaps.

"I asked him nicely dickheads!" Lani defends quickly.

"Miss Lani promises to paint my nails pretty colors."

Grif gives a low whistle, "Damn kid, bribery?"

"Fuck you," Lani laughs. And she dosen’t mean it at all.

"I can not believe you lost." Kimball frowns.

"I don't know why I'm surprised Caboose turned on us. They have a short cut to report his team kills." Tucker laments.

"We're just fucking awesome!" Lani grins, "Take that!"

Kimball has to wonder if the teens are that experienced or if the captains suck that much. Or if there's just a spark because the teens were against their parents and know them well.

"When is lunch time?" Caboose asks.

"After I check everyone." Zach says, "Injuries have to be treated Uncle Mikey."

"I am okay!" Caboose declares.

"Go sit down I'll check in a minute. The rest of you are free to leave unless you need to see me." Zach waves the soildeds off.

There's two soikders who see Zach, sprains or bruises that are particularly painful. Nothing bad.

Lani comes over, helmet off as she grins up at Zach. "We kicked their fucking asses!"

"Good job, you two." Zach smiles.

"Hell yeah!" Ben is beaming, slinging an arm over Lani's shoulders. "We're so bad ass, dude."

"How did you pull that off, kid?" Grif asks as he comes over.

"We know you guys. It's so fucking easy." She shrugs.

"Yeah, it's in the art of war. Know your enemy!"

"Have you read that book?" Zach asks.

"Shut up." Ben scoffs. This is answer enough, he has not read the book.

"Well... I don't like that you're going to fight in a war... but I'm proud of you, for kicking Simmons's ass." Grif pats his daughter's shoulder.

Lani smiles softer, "Thanks."

"Let's go get some lunch." Ben suggests.

Lani just grins, pulling her helmet off, "Lead the way, Benny boy."

Grif watches his daughter follow Ben away and wonders what led up to those kids. How did he have a kid with Simmons when they haven't been together. Grif has never told Simmons his feelings.

Why would he? The nerd can't handle a compliment, Grif can't imagine confessing.

Besides, Simmons probably dosen’t even like Grif.

No. Grif shouldn't be thinking about this. This isn't helping anyone or anything. He should just focus on how kick ass his daughter is.

Maybe ask about her full name.

Yeah, parent shit.

He isn't that bad with kids. He practically raised Kai. He didn't hate Junior.

"Grif." Tucker says, snapping his fingers in the man's face because this is the tenth attempt at getting his attention.

"What?"

"You've been staring at your food for a while, man. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine. Just missing oreos." Grif says, trying to make sure the topic changes.

"Of course you do." Simmons scoffs.

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Donut is having a great day! He has his baby girl with him, and they're doing the laundry together.

Right now, they're just waiting for the cycles to end.

"So, what's your life like Vi?" He asks. Looking to his sweet baby, wondering how he got so lucky.

Violet smiles, "It's pretty awesome! I'm a senior in high school and my friend group is amazing! I'm the star pitcher on my team, too."

"Oooh, that's so exciting! What are your friends like? Do they like to get down and dirty?"

"Sometimes, you should see Cassie and Lani in mosh pits!"

"Oooh, that sounds fun!"

"It is! And then Aspen and Zach are always good to talk to. And then there's Ben, you'll love him."

"Ben?"

"Yeah, Ben. He's uh- my boyfriend."

Donut squeals excitedly, "That's so cool!"

"Yeah," Violet smiles shyly, "He's pretty great. He's in Jiu-jitsu, and he skateboards, and he's good to me. He comes to all my games."

"He sounds dreamy!"

"He's going to go to school for archeology next year."

"That's so cool he can get up close and personal with those big statues!"

"I know! And I'm going to start school next year too, I'm going to become a therapist."

"That's amazing, baby girl!"

"Thanks! I'm so excited to start school! We found a really nice three bedroom apartment we're all going to share!"

"That's amazing!"

"It is. I'm really looking forward to decorating it with my friends. A few of us have jobs lined up, too."

Donut squeals as he hugs her, absolutely thrilled to see how well she's doing. He's so proud of his baby. He's so glad to meet her.

Violet hugs right back, as energetic as her father. She's just glad she's with people she can trust.

As they talk and do laundry, they start to compare nail care techniques. They come to the end of it when a private comes to drag Vilet away for armor fitting.

Donut cries a little. His baby is all grown up. Not that he raised her just yet - but the principal!

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Tucker sits himself down beside Simmons, giving the man a look of consideration. Which is rude.

"What?" Simmons asks.

"Just thinking, dude. Chill."

"Whatever." Simmoms huffs.

Simmon's gaze lands on Lani, who's currently sitting on a table and laughs at whatever Ben had said.

"You're staring." Tucker informs.

"I'm mot! I'm just watching the boys around my daughter."

"Didn't you say she wasn't your daughter?"

"No! Well- I didn't- shut up."

"Just talk to her."

"She's mad at me!"

"She's fucking hurt, Simmons. Ben says she sobbed her fucking eyes out!"

"What?"

"Look, I don’t know what happened I wasn't there. But I've raised a kid, when they're hurt lots of people act mad. She's hurt."

"I didn't mean-"

"I know. Look, she's ypur kid. She's smart. She kicked our ass today. And yeah, she's got an attitude, but that dosen’t mean she isn't hurting."

"When did you get smart?"

"When I had an alien baby."

"Well... fair."

"If you won't talk to her, talk to Grif. He kinda raised his sister, and he's close with her."

"Yeah..."

Tucker just rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his water. His entire energy seems to give off the air of 'you're stupid' which is fun.

Grif comes over and plops down opposite Simmons. "How's it feel to get thrown around by a seventeen year old girl?"

"Shut up."

"Lani totally kicked ypur nerd ass!"

"So?"

"Dude, your daughter is a unit." Tucker snorts.

"Shut up." Simmons says sharper yet.

"Maybe she got her attitude from you." Grif rolls his eyes.

"She got your attitude." Simmons counters.

"Nah she's snippy."

"Get back here!" Lani yells as she chases Ben.

Ben is fast, and darts about to better evade.

Zach sits at the table that his friends just left looking rather tired.

Simmons watches, intrigued by what's happening.

Grif let's put a low whistle as he watches Lani vault over the next table and tackle Ben.

"Are we sure Lani isn't a freelancer kid? She's scary." Tucker glances to Grif and Simmons.

"She has my mom's athletics." Simmons mutters, "Holy shit."

"You never talk about your mom." Tucker blinks.

"Yeah... she uh- she's not around anymorr."

"Shit." Tucker says.

"Hello!" Caboose declares as he sits down. "Did you see me win at capture the enemy today?" Caboose beams.

"It was capture the flag and ypu turned on ypur team." Grif scoffs.

"Miss Lani asked me to help her! I said yes of course!"

"Oh my god." Tucker groans.

"You let her kick our asses." Grif accuses.

"No. I helped her win! She promised to paint my nails pretty colors."

"That's my girl." Grif smirks. "Bribery gets you everywhere."

"Don't encourage her!" Simmons chides.

"One of us should." Grif rolls his eyes.

"Grif."

"What? I'm just saying one of us should encourage her."

Simmons groans. He dosen’t need reminders that he's a shitty father.

"

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"It's been two days and I don't know where the fuck my kid is still." Grif snaps sharply as he plops down.

Sarge looks up from where he's trying to fix the busted time travel device. "Quit hollerin' I'm working on it."

"We have a problem. Several problems." Simmons says as he comes in, "Kai is missing. Also I was trying to remember what it was like when the kids were there and uh- well... they got kidnapped remember?"

"I think I blocked that put." Grif frowns, digging and finding nothing off the top of his head. And then- it all slams into his head.

He remembers.

Fuck!

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Felix and Locus meet at the usual spot, both have news the other will find useful.

"The Sim troopers have kids." Felix smirks, "and those are untrained kids."

Locus nods. "I know. We are going to use this."

"What do you know about rhem?"

"There are three with the Feds. Washington's kid seems the least aware of danger."

"Huh. Grif and Simmon's kid seems- more competent than expected. I think Cabooses nephew woukd be easy to nab."

"If we pull the right strings we can get them all." Locus contemplates.

"Like what?"

"Take one or two and have the rest come running." Locus says, sounding as though this should be totally obvious.

Felix thinks about this momentarily. Running numbers on which of the kids from Kimball's army would be easiest to grab.

Lani is loudmouth, and as far as Felix can tell she enjoys taking it easy and bickering.

Ben is nimble, dodging obstacles with ease. He seems alert.

Zach is- huge. And oddly strong, even without showing it off.

Lani seems easiest but Felix isn't holding his breath. The Sim troopers have been nothing but trouble.

"I think I'll take Cassie." Locus informs.

"I'll grab Lani."

"Good." Locus says.

"Meet up tomorrow with hostages?"

"Of course."

Felix is smirking, scenarios running in his mind. All he has to do is get the girl ti Locus and they'll switch hostages and then they'll be safe from other things.

How hard can it be to grab a kid that's never known war?

[shxllraizxr]

Chapter 1

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𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ��𝐘𝐂

New York, the city full of bussiling people, business to attend to, places to be. It's almost like nothing exciting happens here. Well at least not anymore. It's been about 4 year since new York and the world found out about the existence of extraterrestrial beings, ninjas, and mutants. The first two being the worst and some mutants not so much.  New York really hasn't been much of the same as of what the media tries to say but honestly it hasn't changed one bit.

Sure, security has been more bigger than usual at night but still, doesn't stop the normal New Yorkers to just go around like nothing happened. But, that's just being observant.  The mutants known as Bebop and Rocksteady are still on the run and the shredder and foot are no where to be found after the ending of the Kraangs invasion. The mutants, or  The Mutant Ninja Turtles ,  as the public knowns them as, have mysterious lept into the shadows once again, not to show themselves for years now. No one knows where they have gone or if they will return anytime soon, but there might be a new hero coming across the horizon the mysterious arrest of criminals have been alarming the public of a new type of masked hero. Locals report a large man on a motorcycle at the late hours of the night patrolling the streets of the city. No other information at this momemt-

The sound of a TV clicked off as a group groan could be heard. The class of older students began to speak together as a soon "ahem" caused everyone to go quiet again. The professor taking his step to the podium to speak. " Seems like our world has been evolving more and more, with these newer developments from our old events. I'm sure most of us remeber those events r as ther vividly in our minds. And for this coming break, I want you to come up with your own story. A new story about what your break will be like. It will be due when you return, and you have a couple of months to complete it. Class is dismissed. "

The students began to file out as usual, everyone was ready for college to be over with, mostly Jackie, he was now in his 3 year of his college life. He pretty much was still getting use to the idea of being an adult. Hell, he did just turn 20 and  his friends consider that, full adulthood. His eyes darted around a bit as he looks through the crowd of people leaving the courtyard hearing his mane being called over.

" Jackie, Over here! " a feminine voice called over as he began to follow the others voice. He soon sees the other, her hair tied in a bun and wearing a panic at the disco hoodie and jeans. " So! Any plans for break? Me and some friends are planning to go out of state for a but. Wanna join? " she asks looking at him with a smirk, the kind of smirk that tells the idea of, smoking weed amd going to bars. Jackie wasn't that type of person at all to be honest. He'd rather stay home and read a book or just go to the beach or something. " You know I can't go anywhere, and I'm not for that type of party lifestyle Alison."  "OH please! You need to lighten up and enjoy life dude, you'll never get anywhere with that type of mindset." She replied back playfully jabbing his side as he walked past him down the street facing him as she spoke. "Hey, do you still talk to that chick? The one who works at the new station?" She asked with a slight flirty tone. "Who, Ms. O'Neil? Yeah she's my friend duh." Jackie gave a laugh a bit as he looked at Alison with a playful eye roll from her phrasing. "Hm, she seems nice, that Casey guy you introduced me to though is hella hot. " she giggled as she dazed off eye contact. Jackie scoffs as he walks down towards the subway, Alison now following behind him. "Wow, didn't know you had the hots for him Ali, figured you'd like the stoner type."

"You know damn well I like the rough types. Besides he's single isn't he?" She pushed as the two slid thier subway passes waiting for thier subway train home. "Yeah but-" "So, why don't you just.. hit me up dude, he must be looking." Alison jumps in wiggling her eye Brows causing the other to laugh a bit giving a slight sigh. "Fiiiinnne, but no promises" a silent yes and fist pump followed from Alison makes Jackie laugh again as he looks over at her.

Thier subway train didn't take long, both of them were heading towards the same place so they didn't really have much of a rush. They both step inside Jackie sitting left of Alison staring out one of the windows. He had alot on his mind. Mostly about the other things thay have occurred in the past 4 years. Like April offering him a spot as a photographer for her news station. Jackie of course took the offer to make some cash and to at least hang out with April more since the two got along pretty well. Same as with Mr. Fenwick or Vernon as he'd rather go by. The three pretty much got along due to them being together during the events of the kraang and shredder. So that was thier common bond. The turtles.. that was another story. They all we're friends for a while until they just weren't. Leo and the others just lost touch during the years. Jackie didn't mind it much but secretly he wanted to reach out. But knowing that they can't really be out in public like the others didn't help much either. Guess with age you loose your childish ways. But it still hurt. He misses them. April says that they will come around and Casey just says that they are busy doing mutant things. Still doesn't ease the idea they just didn't want to talk to them anymore.

Thoughts filled his head as he hummed quietly watching the dark dim lights of the subway passby opening up to the bright light of the city. The ride didn't take long soon leading into the next stop then the next and finally thier exit.

Jackie and Alison spoke about the most random of things on the way. Soon the two parted ways both giving a hug and thier secret college friend handshake they had ever since first year. Son Jackie began his trail walk home. He doesn't mind walking alone, but still hates the idea of living alone sometimes. Most of the time he has Alison over or one of the turtles but now it's just him.

Not long Jackie found himself in the emptiness of his apartment. The void of a partially empty studio was the abode he called "home". It was roomy and quite large due to the fact Donnie helped him turtle proof the place so they can come and stay whenever they wanted. He gave an audible sigh of tiredness as he plopped his bag down and fell onto the couch cushion. His hand fiddling with his phone, casually scrooling over random new feed and old texts. He silently stares off into his phone as he soon began to fall asleep. Not until he got a call from April. His eyes shot open at the sound of his phone ringing. "Hello?" His tired horse yawn came through as he sat up rubbing his eyes. "Hey, Hey! Slow down April!.. Mhm.. Yeah. Okay, Wait, no way! Um, yeah I'm home, okay, okay I'll get my stuff! S-sure. I can try. Okay see you then. Bye." He gave a slight confused and worried sigh as he places his phone on the counter thinking.

"Could this really be happening.. after all this time?.." He thought. April told him something. Amd maybe that something could help him find out somethings about what has been going on for the past four years. Maybe this could settle some things that were left unsolved. It didn't take long for him to stand up and begin looking for some items in his closet. Whatever April told him, he needed to be prepared, who know what could happen.

Thanks for reading chapter one guys! I hope ypu guys enjoyed it! Next chapter will be coming soon so hope you guys are excited! See yall next time!

Chapter 2 Link : HERE!

[bluesdesk]

I wrote a thing

My forst post on Ao3, a story I made for last week's weekly prompt on the LU discord server, Twilight amd Time bond °^°

I hope you like it ;^;

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35035612

If you like to read on tumblr, the story is under the cut:

WAKE UP

Summary: After what happened to Twilight, Time spends some time with him.

<<I'll stay with him. You two go and tell the others he's recovering>> ""But Time... he's not. You've just seen that!"" <<The others are fighting, Sky. They can't be distracted by this. No thoughts, no worries, just battle.>>

Sky and Wars look at each other, they know he's right. And they probably know the old man can't continue the battle. Other times, they would have firmly confirmed Time is the most serious of them all, but he also gets emotional when a close person is involved in things he would never want them to be. And everyone knows Twi is, in fact, the closest member of the group. Or at least he's been since that period at Lon Lon! Nobody knows what they talked about but they've been closer since then. They've been fishing together (and damn they have the same strategies and moves, Wars noticed), they've been practicing the same exact sword techniques, and Twi has learnt THAT FACE. ""He's like... Old Man junior... You know?"" Sky says, trying to bring some light in the sad atmosphere of the path he and Wars are taking to reach the group. But all Wars hears are his steps in the wet, muddy ground. "I wonder which excuse we'll tell the others at camp this night when they notice he hasn't recovered at all". ""Wars I actually... I think Time has some secrets he won't tell us. I think, I wish... No, I Believe that Twi will be better, if not ok, when we come back. If this doesn't happen I might have one solution but we'll need to go to my time, and only Hylia can decide... But still, Time will do something, in my optimistic opinion"" "You really talk a lot Sky" ---- <<You really like sleeping... I used to sleep a lot too. I just wish Navi was here to wake you up like she did with me that day>> Seeing him like that, lied down on the grass, slow breathing, is exhausting. His descendant, his pup. Time doesn't know what Twi thinks about him, but in fact, their relationship has grown stronger than "old man- distant relative", and it's always more like... Grandpa and grandson? No... better. He'd say it's really like father and son. Kinda funny, isn it? Time thinks. <<You said you saw a Skull Kid in the Lost woods. I wonder if they're as nice as the boy I knew, oh I haven't seen him in ages...>> His hand reaches his ocarina. It's cold, smooth, so good to hold. At the moment, they're in the forest, near the Lost Woods. He has really wanted to play a bit, with no one hearing. Twi, Twi will hear he thinks, but he remembers he said he knew the song, and liked to hear him sing. So, Time doesn't mind his presence. Or better, he wouldn't even mind if Twi woke up just to tell him this or that note is out of tune. And he plays Saria's song, quiet, then louder. As the music grows louder, he feels like someone is accompanying him in the background. It's definitely not Twi. It's... like a trumpet. -Link? It's you? IS IT REALLY YOU?! You came back!! He froze. That was the voice of his friend, the same, exact voice of the Skull Kid he used to play with as a kid, and even now when he has time. It's his friend, and it's walking towards the two heroes. It's definitely him. But... different. The Skull Kid doesn't wear any mask, instead he has symbols and lines painted with light colors on his face. He's standing, then he runs, he runs with open arms, crying of joy, jiggling a bit. -LITTLE LINK!! YOU BROUGHT LINK HOME!

As the kid is hugging Time, after explaining why he left the masks and chose paint instead long time ago, to be more similar to his favorite hero, the old man explains he's from the past, and in this era he's surely dead. He tells him what happened to Twi, and how he wants him to heal asap. But mostly, he asks how long can Skull Kids live, since centuries have passed, at least from what the rancher said. -CENTURIES? Why did Little Link tell you a lie?? A child betrays his Deku Tree! You disappeared... Like nothing... about 23 years ago! And I was so sad!! You made me cry!! <<What... What in Hylia's name are you talking about>> The music is echoing in the Sacred Groove. Nobody is playing anymore but the music is still growing louder, now it's perfectly listenable, flowing through holed stones, multiplying like the branches of the trees. The fairies are attracted and they're coming as soon as possible. An entire horde of fairies, all those amazing bright colors. Before the Skull Kid can reply, The fairies have all encircled the unconscious hero, each one giving their best, all their power. One time, two times, three times, the fairies dance around Twilight, as the little funny boy shouts - GO FAIRIES GO!! YOU CAN DO IT!! While bouncing on his tiptoes, his hands fist closed. He probably can't give the situation its right weight. There's just "Little Link" as he calls him, that's not "little" at all tbh, that's not well and that's being healed by the fairies. He doesn't know one fairy has already tried, he doesn't even notice Time has left. ---- Walking past some trees, still hearing that song like before, if not even louder, noisier, more frustrating. He wants it to just stop. He had already seen a fairy telling him Twi couldn't be healed with magic. What the fairies were doing now was just one useless try to make Skull Kid happy, to not tell him the truth, to let him live with the fantasy everything can be healed with magic. Magic isn't always good. He thinks he will teach his future children to live without magic. But... another thought is now in his mind. 23 years ago. Only 23 years. Twilight himself is 22. About 1 year before Twilight was born. He died. If what the kid said is true... this also means... "A child betrays his Deku Tree" He needs to see Twilight now! He needs to see him alive and lively and ask him if that's true! He needs to go back and wake him up! He needs... he needs... He can't. He can't see the fairies going away, sad and tired, with nothing done. He can't see him breathing slower and slower. He needs to go away, find a real medic, he needs to solve this problem, he just... -YOU DID IT!! HE'S BACK!! THE LITTLE BOY IS BACK!! TATL, TAEL, I ADORE YOU!! <<Tatl? Tael??>> Time asks himself. The two leave the group of happy, celebrating fairies and reach him. The elder hero thinks it's his mind, it's a prank his mind is making. But the little ones reach him, and bring him back to reality. '''We know dark magic! We've been knowing it since Termina!''' ''We know how it works! We could recognize what's making Little Link ill!" '''He'll soon be awake! But he needs rest!''' ''And it's thanks to our adventure in Termina!'' <<You... You two are fine....>> '''You better run and check on him, he seems a little lost! He's looking for something we guess you have!''' ''We can feel dark magic coming from your bag! What's that? What's it?'' No time to answer, the hero runs faster than he has ever done. Leaning against the same tree, sat in the same way, but with lots of fairies around him, and finally conscious lays Twilight. His nose still bleeds, his injuries are still there, but he's awake, smiling, and Skull Kid is jumping all around him to manifest his happiness. But as soon as he sees Time coming, the boy walks away to let the two reunite. <<Hey, pup! Are you looking for this?>> Time hands him the pendant, carefully not touching the dark crystal, and Twilight takes it, but gives it back to Time a moment later. <I... don't want to wear it now, I just... wanted to be sure it's here> He looks at his

wounds, and then back to Time, and in his sad, tired, exhausted face a small smile can be seen. <I won't want magic.... especially dark magic... for the next 2 weeks... at least.> Time sits next to him. It's finally time to have a well deserved rest, before reaching the others at camp. The battle must have been finished already, and they're probably be worried sick. <<You won't have to use it, as much as you must not fight until you fully recover, or my signature face will be worse than Termina's moon!>> The Skull Kid starts jiggling, and even Time and Twilight after him. <Old Man... you're really the Dad... of the group> Twi says trying to hide the fact he's still all aching and exhausted and showing a smile instead. He's happy, or more like relieved he's safe and the others don't have a loss to bear. <<About that, Pup. Our friendly Skull Kid here... that happens to be the same I met as a kid... said we aren't centuries apart. Has he travelled in time too, or is he telling lies?>> -Little Link is telling lies! <I guess... it's time to reveal some secrets... about my backstory... Let's start from the beginnings...> ---- Some time later, at about midnight, after the Skull Kid and the fairies are gone, Sky and Wars run towards that tree. All covered in mud, they're tired too, and with some scratches, nothing a potion can't heal though. Fi is there with Sky, held in the left hand as he cleans it with the right hand while walking. Wars has his scarf covering part of his face, not for wounds or the strangely cold night, but fear. Will he find Twi awake? Will he find him... dead?? He doesn't really want to see, Sky is stronger in at this kind of things. Both their faces light up when they see both Time and Twi there, laid down, against that famous tree, both consciously resting, both with smiles printed on their faces, Twi's head leaning on Time's left shoulder, and Time's left hand on Twi's left shoulder. A feeling of peace and relax comes from a sleeping Twi, while... is that a tear, coming from Time's closed eyes? "Sky, Sky is that a tear of joy I see from Time??" ""I think so, and I told you he would make something! Now... should we let them rest, or wake the up and bring them back to camp?"" "Camp, definitely. We have a campfire, blankets, tents, and food. They will need food." ""Ok, I'll go wake Time up so we can get info on Twi's health"" Sky slowly and silently shakes Time's free shoulder, he slowly opens his eye, not even trying to hide the huge smile he has. Sky whispers, to let Twi rest. " "Time, we need to bring you back to camp. Is Twilight ok? Or maybe... just better? How are things going?"" <<I... Sky...>> another tear of joy comes from the slightly open eye. <<He's better, not ready to fight but better, and...>> Being sure Wars can't hear, as he feels like Sky is the best at keeping secrets, he whispers. <<He's better, and he's... he's actually my son Sky,>> As Sky, still whispering, adds: ""Now I can reveal you, I know, I've known for weeks now, since Lon Lon. Twi was so happy, so full of joy for your words that he couldn't just hide it all"" <<And I swear, since that day, I've been even prouder>>

[chateautae]

I for duck's sake need help people.....see, I would be very pleased if anyone of you would just help me out....the thing is, I have been in a relationship for like around 3 years and trust me, he is like the most perfect kinda person I have ever met..but now comes the main issue, he has till now, never ever hinted me about doing anything ( the max. we have went is uk till just a little makeout types, ik spoiling my sex life like this sucks but that's why I am going anonymous and I think some of you might have experienced it ig, don't take me wrong, I mean like uk). The good thing is, we both are understanding and extremely working persons (he works as a employee in a business firm and I am a newbie doctor (kinda just started my practice as a doctor)....and even though I am a doctor and that having sex is like a normal thing because we literally studies everything, I still freak out upon thinking about doing it with him....it's not like I am scared or anything but I just want some uk girl tips upon how to actually do it....reading about it is quite, tbh, okay for me, but then doing it is like, a difficult task....i bet you he knows about everything and that's why he hasn't hinted upon anything but like from the past 1 week, he jas been dropping kinda hints ig.....like I won't go into the details, otherwise I would be hella embarrassed, not that I am not right now, I am literally sitting in the washroom typing this ( don't judge me)....while reading about it, it feels so easy to execute everything but then when doing it in real life is like so much like wierd ig....I mean how do I respond to it.....I am nervous and what not.....as 25yo, I sometimes feel wierd that I can't uk do it......can anyone of you just help me please......like some girl tips.....I searched it on Google too, still I don't have the courage.....amd moreover, my friends circle is so wierd amd plus, I am too shy to ask anyone.....ik asking this in such a way and place is way too inappropriate to be even considered normal....it's not like I am not ready for it, it's just I am quite nervous about how to do it.....tbh, he hasn't forced me even once still remained to be sweet and all but internally we noth know, we might wanna step up.....HELP PLZ.....my mom is way too conservative to even have an open conversation about kisses let alone doing it....

Oh hun, you are completely and tOTALLY allowed to come to this blog for any advice and not feel ashamed. This is an 18+ blog and anyone here would be so glad to help you, something like this is totally normal!! I shall leave my words under the cut, though if anyone else would like to help this lovely anon please do not hesitate to drop off a reply or even something in my inbox! I'll answer right away to help anyone wondering the same thing 💓

Alright hun, first and foremost I am so happy your relationship has been so strong! And I'm glad you're with someone who hasn't pushed you or anything into doing anything sexual yet, I'll tell you from experience that can be extremely daunting and uncomfy so I'm super relieved your man has been sweet!!

In terms of real advice, tbh I'm quite the wrong person to go to. I lost my v-card with my first boyfriend when I was 16, literally we were both inexperienced and even the times we did you know, do the deed it was very clumsy and nobody knew what they were doing, and the second person I've been with was a Kiseok situation (if you read maybe I do, yes Kiseok is based on a real person in my life) so fuck that dude. But maybe my own inexperience can also help you out, here are at least some lady tips I can think of:

1. Make sure you're comfortable. I say comfortable instead of ready because I'm quite the believer in if you wait until the moment you're ready, you'll wait your entire life. So my best advice is to make sure you're comfy with the situation and your partner!!

2. Ensure your partner is someone who cares about you. I know everyone's stories are different, and not everyone has sex with someone they've been with for a long time or even love, one night stands are totally okay and I salute you sister. get that dick!!! But even in situations where you're with a stranger, sex is a very intimate thing, and it would make your experience 1000x better if you can at least tell the person cares about you and your body and your wishes during sex. Everyone deserves to be respected during an intimate act like sex and if you feel you're not being respected, whether it's your body, your wishes, your limits, your choices, do not feel obligated to still go through with this person.

3. You have to be wet. Of course not all sexual encounters happen the same way, and every female gets off on different things or turned on by a variety of actions, but essentially you have to be wet for sex. Most men understand this but a lot also don't, basically you gotta get into that juicy foreplay to get wet my girl. Try making out, maybe if you're sitting down swing a leg over his lap and bam you're straddling him. This position is usually optimal because you gain the opportunity to grind against yo man's crotch and my fucking God, does that shit feel hella nice. It's also highkey ego-boosting feeling how much the guy's getting worked up because literally anytime you grind or move over their crotch it immediately spikes to their dick and you can usually feel them against you. If you're standing, try moving to an area that has a wall and keep grabbing at your man's neck, usually men naturally will indicate you to jump and you'll easily be all up against the wall making out, this gets hella fun too cause being carried like that is so 😩

3.2. Okay cool, we're making out, now it's essentially a game of go with the flow. Men usually take the initiative and begin the escalation of things on their own. Maybe he'll start kissing down your neck, his hands are gonna be somewhere at your waist, maybe inching down to your ass or maybe he's an ass guy and he's already palming at yo cheeks. Regardless, I can confidently say you can sit back and relax, let yourself feel, get into the kissing and grinding and if you love the way he's touching you, make some noise and let him know, don't be afraid to be turned on and goddamn horny, dudes love that shit. You however are also allowed to take the wheel, and guys usually search for the greenlight from girls by sensing their movements and how eager they seem for the go-ahead on anything. If maybe you begin tugging at his clothes, they'll usually think "okay, she's okay with this rn" and so on. This part's sincerely just go with the flow, you don't need to rush and honestly the more foreplay the better for getting your puthy wet. Make sure you're comfy and your partner makes sure you're okay with that they're doing to you.

3.3. Whoop dee doo your man's hands are suddenly going, you know, places. Another case of go with the flow, if you're comfortable with your man wanting to do a lil rubby dubby on your kitty then totally let him, this shit feel's god-like I tell you. Maybe I'm just a sensitive ass whore, who knows but something about feeling a man's hands do what your lady fingers can't just HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. But essentially from here maybe you wanna reciprocate. Get them pesky pants open and feel your man up. Reach inside those boxers and touch that beast he's hiding inside. Make sure to go nice and slow and your hands aren't rough, men's dick are super sensitive and if you go too hard on at least a dry dick it acc hurts them. Men usually leak pre-cum at their tips so try using some of that to slick up your hand.

3.4. That's handjobbing, now if we're getting into oral, very important things to remember. A) retract your teeth, it's hard and it hurts to do it for a long time but teeth will hurt dudes a lot so suck them in and away from their cocks. B) Hollow your cheeks, men like the tightness of a mouth and that's what really gets them going. C) BREATHE THROUGH YOUR NOSE PLEASE DO NOT JUST STOP BREATHING AND TAKE YOUR TIME OKAY BLOWJOBS ARE ACC VERY FUCKING HARD AND FUCK YOU UP especially for someone like me who has a small mouth, yeah that shit sUCKS but nothing is more beautiful than seeing a man fold under your touch. D) Tease yo man a bit, kitten licks and kisses, dragging your tongue over his slit, maybe a pump and then take him out, slick him up with some saliva maybe, anything you feel like doing go ahead girl, that dick is yours for the time being and I promise he'll love it. E) Deep-throating is really when gets guys going cause they only acc feel shit at their tips, so please deep-throat with caution, and take your time if he's a big one, you can acc really hurt yourself especially if you're constantly deep-throating a really big one. F) Go to town girl, get up and bobbing, go down on him like he can't survive without you, go at your own pace and own it. G) Balls usually go neglected and I promise if you even fondle them or grab at them your man will combust.

3.5. Okay so with actual sex, FIRST OF ALL BE SAFE!!!! USE A FUCKING CONDOM, IF YOU DON'T HAVE ONE THEN DON'T FUCK BUT IF YOU'RE STILL HORNY THEN PLEASE RECIEVE SOME MONEY FROM YO MAN FOR PLAN B!!! IT'S NOT ENTIRELY FOOLPROOF THOUGH PLEASE REMEMBER THAT RISK. You can totally go on birth control too but this has its complications, there are also monthly shots you can take and other contraceptives.

3.6. Okay it's sexy times, this is just gonna have to be a thing for you. Everyone's different and has different comfort levels, maybe you can take someone that’s bigger while some women can't and that's fine. Just make sure when he does go in, you feel okay with it. It will hurt if you’re dry and not wet, like hurt a lOT but if you do feel loads of pain just let your partner know to go slower, and let yourself get used to the feeling of something inside. You can always say stop if it hurts too much, seriously it's normal and that's what I did with my first boyfriend. Hell I fucking kicked my ex off me LMAO and he was so sorry and we just ended everything there, and had actual sex the next time I visited him. From here on I've really got no lady tips, essentially it's up to you what you like and what you'll do, get it on!!!

General Tips:

4. Be you, and be confident. I know sex can be really daunting especially when you consider men usually tend to be more experienced, and maybe you become afraid you won't measure up or be as good as his previous partners or you’re not good at sex, but baby girl it ain't about that. This dude is going to have sex with you because he wants to have sex with you, and whether that's his dick speaking for him or his heart, it means he will not be thinking about some other  chick he got it on with a year ago, he will be thinking of you and your pretty mouth and what you're doing, focused on touching your body and thinking he loves the way it feels. The more confident you are, the better. You're sexy and pretty and you are desirable babes, let those noises he makes when you touch him drive your confidence, the way he groans a little when you do something, the way he's tugging your body close to yours cause he wants to feel you, it all means he wants you and that's hot, let it boost your lady ego my love. You're allowed to be shy, I totally understand that, and if your partner really cares about you then they'll easily take your hand and guide you through it. Let them know you're a little nervous, and they'll really try to make things more comfy and easier for you because sex is about both parties, not just one.

5. Orgasming is hard, but it's still achievable. Especially in an open, established relationship, really let your man know what turns you on. Let him feel at your cooch while he's penetrating you and I promise that can usually get you orgasming. Other than that, another huge case of doing what you need to do to get yourself off, and always let your partner know. If you’re really searching for an orgasm in a newer relationship or if you’re too shy to say something, then literally just take your man’s hand and place him over your clit and start rubbing with him, he’ll get the hint and start doing it himself. 

6. Communication is key. This is obvious, but even if it's dirty talk, usually it's still a way to communicate and see if you're okay. You can ask to go slower, faster, softer, harder, stop altogether or entirely wreck your goddamn shit. Your partner should listen and if they don't, get the fuck out of there and leave that man, he don't fucking deserve you at all, especially in situations where you ask to stop or to slow down cause maybe something hurts, if he doesn't listen here then no, he don't deserve shit and LEAVE. Don't be afraid to make noise either or say something, dudes usually love hearing you. If you don’t like something please let your partner know, I’m sure they’re wondering if you do and would love to hear you communicating. 

7. Be clean after you're done woo-hoo-ing. Make sure you're tidy and stuff before putting clothes back on, sex can get messy especially if it's your first time you can bleed. Usually if the dude is a sweetheart enough they'll clean you, which is obviously aftercare uwu.

8. Pee after sex, UTI's are not fun. 

9. Your body may also feel weird or go through changes after you have sex for the first time, but that’s normal. Just you body’s response to feeling something foreign inside you. 

10. Ladies, remembering during sex that you have power, IT’S YOUR BODY!!!! Whether it’s because you’re totally domming or because your man is super duper sweet and will not do anything unless you want it, sex is meant to be fun and for both parties’ enjoyment. It’s not a chore nor is it something you HAVE to do to keep your man around or something, let yourself have fun girl, you deserve it. The flow of sex and any activities as such are usually dictated by you and what you want, so remember you don’t have to go through with something if you don’t want to. It shouldn’t matter if a dude really badly wants to get his dick wet, this is your body and you are to decide what happens to it. If a man makes you believe otherwise, FUCK THAT DUDE!!!! HE DON’T DESERVE YOU!!! YOU DESERVE LOVE AND RESPECT AND TO BE CARED FOR AS A HUMAN BEING!!

[weabooweedwitch]

domestic violence tw, im fine but it involves my sister being hurt (in the past) that I JUST found out about last night and im just extremely extremely EXTREMELY UPSET

I dont even. I dont even know how to say this. During the one year I wasn't talking to my sister or barely talking to her because i was just going through a lot and our relationship is complicated and I didnt want to deal with it, I was mostly just hearing bits and pieces about her life through our mom, amd since my sister has bipolar/bpd/substance issues we were really just getting blips over text, and when she did finally call it would be kind of brief and she's always very drunk to the point she kind of just dumps 20 different topics on you and then hangs up. So we aren't always aware or up to date on what she's been doing or going through and often we have to ask questions over and over just to know minor details about how she's doing

So apparently at some point last year my sister's then-boyfriend actually tried to kill her and there's even an article about the assault online and it's just

She apparently told our mom when it happened and she told her in such a weird casual way my mom didn't even realize she was being serious? My sister has been walking around thinking we didn't care that she got seriously hurt? Jesus Christ this article uses public record or whatever to talk about how my sister had fucking BITE MARKS from him and he tried to strangle her so hard it left bruises on her neck and I just

even when she told me last night, she was just casually like "did mom ever tell you Ryan tried to kill me? Yeah, in May, just Google -------"

Im just so fucked up right now. I wasn't there to support her. She was alone. I googled the article after I got off the phone with her and read the details and just started hysterically crying because oh my god, I didn't know, she must have thought I didn't even care an

And. Like. My mom's reaction was also extremely upsetting to me. Because im literally finding out from an article online that my sister was attacked last year and im JUST NOW FINDING OUT, im hysterically sobbing "oh my god what did I do,, i left her alone" and our actual fucking mom is just like. She was acting so fucking weird? She just kept saying shit over and over like "I didn't know, she didn't say anything" and she's like clearly upset but she's not crying? Not one single tear?

And I even say "im just kind of in shock that you both miscommunicated this so fucking badly, that she's been walking around under the impression she told you she was attacked and you basically had no reaction"

And she just replies "no I feel really awful" THEN WHERE ARE THE TEARS BITCH, YOU SEEM MORE CONCERNED WITH HOW THIS SITUATION MAKES YOU LOOK THEN FINDING OUT YOU FAILED YOUR FUCKING FIRSTBORN

Not one single fucking tear while I'm HYSTERICAL. Not one. Im sobbing and she's just reading the article over and over and kind of just, maybe she was in shock? Maybe it was shock? But she kept talking about like some unrelated shit over and over and I just wanted to SCREAM "what about your fucking DAUGHTER"

I just. I just. That really disgusted me. Like I felt a really awful emotion last night, I wanted to shake her. And you know what's horrible. The biggest reason my sister hasn't been talking to us is because our mom makes her feel like a fucking loser so she never wants to tell us how she's doing because she doesn't want to be judged or hounded or get loads of mom's "advice"

So. Yeah. Uh. Before we spoke with my sister on the phone we had already arranged to rent a car and travel across state lines to go see her for a welfare check and now I'm just. I hate myself. I'm upset with my mom. My sister immediately jumped into a new relationship and this loser is letting her stay unemployed paying for her rent with her 401k savings, like. Fuck. I actually want to kidnap her to have her live with us for her own safety right now.

[haechanokeh]

Other Half

pairing: jungwoo x reader

content: bestfriend | angst | short

You and Jungwoo are an outcast, both of you are introvert and shy types that's why you get along. However, unlike you, jungwoo is likable probably because of his looks and his awkwardness is really cute.

you're currently in your room doing your statistics homework. both of you are sitting on the floor while munching a crisp. you just remembered that one of your female classmate invited him to her birthday.

"aren't you supposed to go to the party?" you asked while munching. he stopped whatever he's writing and looked up to you.

"party?" his forehead creases.

"danny invited you to her birthday party in there house." you replied. your classmate danny seemed interested to jungwoo.

"she messaged me, party will starts at 8 but i really don't want to go." he sighed and resumed writing his notes. he went back focusing in his lovely world of math.

"you aren't going? she seemed to want you around and it takes a lot of courage to invite you because because she or they knew that there's a higher chance of not appearing there." you said, absolutely commending the lady's courage. it seemed like she's interested to jungwoo.

"i don't like crowded place and new faces, plus..." he looked up again but this time he showed you his puppy dog eyes while pouting. "you're not there."

you felt your heart skipped a bit it feels so wrong. you ignore whatever it was and continue convincing your friend to go and experience SOCIAL at one in his lifetime.

"i'm not invited but- i mean there's no harm? try it." you reached for the glasses of water beside the chips and drink it.

jungwoo staring at your face contemplating whether you're serious or not but it seems like you're not joking and your encouragement was full of sincerely.

"fine." he sighed.

if you only knew what's going to happen next, you should've not pushed him to go to that party. everything changed between you. he begun to hangout with your classmates, living you alone.

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1:40 am you woke up from your noisy ringtone. you answered the call without checking the caller's id.

"hell-"

"Y/N, thank you for pushing me to go." you could hear his happy and excited voice.

"why?"

"was so much fun!"

***************************************

he changed after that, he's ditching you.

you ran and walked beside jungwoo who's focus on his phone. you nudge him.

"hey, let's eat-"

"jungwoo!"

his eyes transferred from his phone to the one who called him. he's one of your classmates, and he's with your other classmates.

jungwoo faced you quickly.

"sorry, i have to go. catch up with you later." he said in a hurry then quickly walked away on his feet.

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"hey jungwoo, can i be your partner for the homework?"

you heard one of your girl classmate asked jungwoo to be her partner. they were behind your seat so you could clearly hear them. to be honest, you wanted to ask jungwoo to be your partner but somehow the birth of awkwardness between you became a hindrance.

"yea sure."

yeah, it did changed. your chest was heavy, you don't know why.

when did i become this possessive over a friend?

you asked yourself. fuck, now who am i going to partner with?

you sighed and decided to just wait whoever hasn't found a partner. this is a math homework and you badly need jungwoo but you guess it was just you now.

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days turns to month, you never hangout, doesn't eat together. you sometimes sadly watch him from afar having fun with his huge circle of friend. you realize that he really does fit in. you felt jealousy amd loneliness at the same time happy because jungwoo became more confident in himself.

"are you ready?" your mom shouted.

you're in your now empty room. this was where you and jungwoo used to spent most of your time together, alone with chips everywhere and his favorite drink that he always spills. you looked up refraining yourself to spill the warm tears from tour eyes but it failed, it just streamed down on your cheeks. your lips quivered and pang in the chest made you cry more.

you have to move out from your house because your mother got transferred from another branch. you didn't tell jungwoo, you don't have any courage, afraid that he doesn't care- well that's how he treats you now.

"Y/N?" your mom called you again..

"Yes!" you said and closed the door.

******************************************************

it's been 3 days and you didn't show up to any classes. jungwoo became so worried that he have to call you but no matter how many time he attempted to call you never answer.

jungwoo approached one of his professor.

"may i help you mister kim?" your professor asked him while fixing piles of papers on his table. he's in the faculty.

"i wonder what happened to y/n? i haven't seen her attending the class this past few days." jungwoo was really woried. after months of ignoring he, he just noticed your absence.

"what? aren't you two always together? you supposed to know where she is now." the professor asked with straight forwardness.

a lump form in jungwoo 's throat. he suddenly felt guilty.

"She ahm, she didn't tell me..." his voice became little. His professor glance to him, analyzing what's with him but decided not to care.

"she transferred school in ***, so yeah she's in another city. her mom moved to a new brach she said."

jungwoo felt as if the sky becoming low and pressing him down. he said thanks and leave. sadness, loneliness, and guilt enters his soul all at once.

what i have done? she was there, infront of me almost everyday but i became naive when i tried new things forgetting the first person who was there for me.

he went back to his own self, but this time he felt lonely which he never felt when you were there. he tried to text you, call you but you're out of reach. jungwoo concluded that you changed your number.

then it finally sink in him, he lost his other half.

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i didn't know i have this not until i casually scrolling to my drafts hahaha. hope everyone is having a great day!

[dredgenridge]

I am desperate to leave the living situation I am in. I need help. I have tried other place in the past and not a budge. It's a stretch for me to try here. It's a hit or miss deal.

I am 21 years old, working 40+ hours a week with $10 an hour, no vehicle* and I am living with my homophobic family. This has been my life for a while now in this broken down house, literally. I'm in hell.

I do love my job and the family I work but 10 and hour doesn't cut it to live on my own. I hate asking money from them because they have treated me so well in the past. I always feel guilty asking. (This family has gave me gifts amd money to help me get items I need like the special boots I had to order. I need to replace them since they are beat up but they were not cheap for me and work helped me.)

These are the KURU Boots they helped me get because I work outside all day and I am on my feet. I have had these for around six months but they are done. I need to buy a new pair of KURU shoes but I am holding off for at least a few more weeks. (I have plantar faciatis. Work has worked around that fact with me.)

Before you ask, I have tried to do another job, ended up quitting because it was too much to go from outside retail (from 8am-6pm depending on what day it was) to a restaurant (on weekend nights) and didn't get to go home til around midnight a few times? (and for them to ignore some of my notes on my resume about my mental health? I was not going to stay so I quit there and continued to work at my current job.) I have applied for other part time jobs and got one call back but couldn't make it and asked to be rescheduled and they say' "Yes. We can do that." Then that time comes and never get another call?

*In April, it will mark two years my own vehicle has sat in the yard. TWO. YEARS. I do, however, have someone coming Friday night (Mar 13) to look at my truck and then return Sunday afternoon to work on it. So I won't be vehicleless too much longer, hopefully. I've seen his work but I am afraid to be screwed over because I have issues with that. I am always scared since I have been screwed over before.

That truck is my golden ticket outta here.

I am the only LGBT+ person in the house. I know my family is homophobic because they wear it proudly on their sleeve. I have heard their vile bullshit. I hate living in south North America.

It is like they don't think I can hear them when I wear my headset but boy oh boy, all the shit I've been fucking stuck hearing? I have had no privacy in 5 years. FIVE. Look at this.

I am near my bed right now and that is my view to the living room and kitchen. I hear everything. I hear the fighting between my parents, my brother when he talks about me. When I make comment about it they go back and say, "That's the point." when it comes to them talking about me. They clearly are too thick to see how much that has mentally damaged me.

Right behind this wall, is a health hazard.

From the sock over to the dresser is damp on the carpet be cause for over a month we have had a water leak from our water heater tank.

When I opened the door in the room to the water heater tank is, in the room beyond that brick wall- this is what I saw.

A brick wall is literally keeping me from that right now. I am sure that is black mold. I have not felt the best since I opened that door and took those pictures.

My so called father knows about it and hasn't done shit.

You see this?

The bathroom with the working shower has looked like this since at least 2017. That plywood is starting to get bad because of us showering.

In the other bathroom a light could fall in any moment. Been like this for roughly a year or more. I don't know anymore.

We live down the road from a restaurant and when they spray for roaches, we know. We know because my brother works there and they are in our house for a few weeks. I got up late one night to go get some water, flip the switch and I managed to see three small roaches scuttling into dark areas of the kitchen.

Do not get me started on mice during the winter. I don't see them but I can sure as hell hear them.

Another thing. The house is old so the foundation is not stable. The living room floor is warped in different areas and we have a leak under the house with our sewage line I believe. But at least once a month, under the house has to be pumped out of water. We do not have a basement.

My dad clearly does not give a flying fuck about anyone but himself. I think my absent father is a scociopath. Let me clarify. Physically there but never interacted with his kids. HE DOES NOT AND WILL NEVER KNOW HOW TO INTERACT WITH HIS FUCKING FAMILY.

The audacity to think I wanted a rifle that I will never shoot as a high school graduation gift?? I told him I wanted an xbox for graduation around the time he was about to get the rifle and it baffled him. I have always had a high interest in video games and I had not owned my own gaming system like an xbox or playstation of my own up until 2017. It was always share the Wii or PS2. He doean't know me at all.

I've heard my parents fight for at least the last few months and I am so sick of it. My friends are fucking worried beyond belief. They are stuck fucking hearing it when I am in a voice party with them and it is so embarrassing.

Just get a fucking divorce already. I am really tired of playing mom's therapist. I get that she needs to vent and all but to your traumatized, mental disordered child? I already am suffering enough from lack of needed treatment. It has taken such a strain on me that my facade is completely crumbling away at work. I can't hide my pain much longer.

I have wanted to kill myself twice in the last year alone to escape this. I have wanted to make it quick and the least messy as possible with one of the many hand guns thay lay around in the house. I was so close to going through with it the second time I thought about it.

I had made my mind up. Write a letter and a will for what my friends get and what to throw away. I was about to start writing it once I decided that I was ready to die. I scared some people and they told me to go to a hotline to talk me out of it.

That was seven months ago.

I need to escape and this is my last shot on asking for help. (I have asled help for different things and I have been overlooked.) I know friends who want to help me are unable to. I am not mad at them. They are already doing what they can to help themselves first beofre me because I care aboit them and want to make sure they are in a good spot before anything else. They aren't in the best situations either.

I need financial help to help me move. I am only asking for a total of $5000. If you can only donate even just $1 dollar, I will be more than thankful for you help. I am also opening commissions at this time. Please bear with me on timing. I am working 40+ hours a week right now and will work on the commissions as soon as I get a breathing chance when I get home.

My Commission Prices

$10 for a sketch and that will go from a bust to full body. I only do traditional- so pencil and paper. No sketch lines, just a clean pencil drawing. No limit to characters on one drawing. You will be charged for more than one character if you are going to have them on individual papers.

+$1 if you want it inked.

Note- I will not draw backgrounds, do shading or draw any NSFW. I am not adept in those fields.

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Thanks for at the very least reading through. Please help this be spread around. I will follow up with weekly updates through reblogs.

[lostonehero]

Letters through time

Look I have no business writing this I have no desire to watch the loki series but this came to me amd its not based in cannon

Basically Thor gets random letters through time from loki but he's suppose to be dead

Thor made a startled noise as a piece of paper just appeared and smack him in the face. He was sober surprisingly mostly because he hasn't gone out to get more alcohol. He huffs and looks at the letter it was typed.

"Dear brother, it's unfortunate I have to type this but magic again doesn't exist in this horrid office that we now have control in." The next few things are misspell and some ink spilled on the page like it froze and melted. "Oh norns brother did you know I wasn't a runt? I actually beat the old man and undid who Odin did but now I have to deal with this unfortunate state. Junton don't have ice magic not like the magic we know its more of what comes with being one I guess Odin blocked a lot of that but I managed to undo it in the void.... you know that I've wrote another letter with that... I'm getting off track but being this big is annoying especially in trying to sleep with Mobius he sleeps on me brother uses me as an ice pack he calls it. " the letter cuts off again as a splotches of ink travel the page "anyway I need to find a way to return to aseir form sure being all natural is fine and comfy but there is some things I miss.... farewell for now brother as always loki. "

"Ps this is Mobius again throwing the letter into the void in the hole outside of where we are anyway I know this won't get a response but like what was your favorite thing as a teen frog you finally returned to a human state and won't stop bother kid loki. It's cute but they keep getting into trouble and uh croki is not doing the best In the watching them he's just adding to the chaos... also don't tell him I said this but your brother loki is a great giant I kind of hope he doesn't figure out how to turn back I like being carried."

Thor blinks and reads the letter again over and over till the words bleed together and he needs to put it down. Maybe he should put the drink away and be social and a ruler his imagination is running wild or Bruhilda is trying a new tactic to get him out of his depressed state.

.....

The next letter comes in the form of a paper airplane that hits his eyepatch in the middle of a conversation with the valkiey.

"Where the hel did that come from?" She looks around not finding a source as Thor opens it and begins to read its handwritten this time

"Dearest brother the TVA is finally ended we are trying to fix what they destroyed. The old man is trying to keep the kid and teen you handled while croki is taking a break. President is trying to set up a station to help the brainwashed TVA agents to remeber there past lives. Turns out Mobius isn't from Midgard but we don't know more then that. Yaknow my nexus event was attacking Thanos my neck still jas a creak in it from that snap. One day we will see each other again like I said... " the next few parts are scratched out as a different handwriting takes over. "Mobius here loki said you wouldn't mind hearing from me again uh... hoe does he do it with the horns I have a pair now but it's so itchy it must be because his body is ice. Hopefully we can meet would love to meet you old God of thunder.... well older you teen you is a handful paired with the kid. I hope our kids won't be that bad... probably will be worse."

Thor this time has Burhilda look over the letter after himself, she confirms its real. Thor again has a crisis about his brother. He just starts to cry as she does the best to comfort him.

.......

The third letter ends up in Thor's plate of food eating with the avengers celebrating his engagement to the valkaire.

"Is that an alien way to get mail?" Tony asks watching Thor pick up the letter and begin to read.

"Dear brother in law at this point right? Anyway its Mobius and we've almost got everything under control here at the new and improved TVA its been chaos and loki is being over protective for no reason." There's a pause and things are crossed out. "Honesty I have seen his entire history and I have never seen this behavior. Besides still trying to figure out what I am but loki is helping and is a great ice pack. We are planning on marrying but he insists we do an asguardian wedding which I don't know the difference I just said we can get hitched and return to his timeline to visit but he insists he wants to include you."

The handwriting changes to one Thor is very familiar with.

"We still haven't seen what's going on the the timeline we haven't had eyes in ages but yeah I did propose but he just wants us to sign paperwork brother do you have any idea how insulting that is. And im being protective for a reason even teenage you brother has figured out why but Mobius is completely obvious when it comes to himself. I did warn him about having sex while he's still figuring out his own species and body again I swear..."

The letter is cut off and slightly singed at the end

Thor laughs reading the letter he looks happy tge avengers mostly Tony try to press on why but the thunder God merely waves them off.

.......

The next nearly flies into a fire its in the shape of an airplane. Thankfully Thor catches it.

The handwriting familiar but also sloppy like it was a child.

"Dear not dead brother I guess I'm taking to this habit as well. Throwing letters into the void has become a past time here and I dunno the other me and Mobius are sad that they lost the baby but I say good riddens I mean maybe mobius didn't even realize till his pants were stained in red... that's morbid I know frog Thor is trying to help me be more positive we are doing good stopping multiverse wars and stuff. Old man has taken over while mobius is recovering. Croki and I have been traveling different times with the frog but it's been fun and it's good the frog isn't a frog anymore. I missed having a brother. " in small letters barely legible. "I killed my Thor even if it was an accident I'm sorry."

Thor finishes with a bittersweet smile, he had accepted these letters as a way the asguardian people chose to cheer him up, however he didn't like the nature of this one. He still needed to find who was writing these, they perfectly copied his dead brothers handwriting .

......

There was an ever growing pile of letters Thor had he dubbed them the Loki letters the ones who brought him out of depression. He still hasn't figured out who wrote them. Bruhilda never even suggested they could be from his brother but from the citizens who cared for there leader.

That was until a teenage Thor appeared and looked up at Thor with awe in his eyes. "HA I TOLD YOU BROTHER I BECOME AWESOME AND I EVEN MARRY A VALKIRYE."

A kid loki is behind him and scoffs "that's not you though "

"It could be." The teen retorts

Bruhilda just takes one look and then gives a look to her Thor. "What?"

Then Loki his Loki appears from a door behind the bickering kids. "That's enough you two I warned you both to wait."

Kid loki holding up an alligator with Loki's crown. "You said we had to have an adult to travel."

Teen Thor nods "of course we do have one."

Loki sighs and Thor notices the small blonde infant strapped to his chest asleep. "You know I meant the old man not croki "

A white hair man comes from behind loki with another infant with black hair strapped to his chest. "You know you can't trust you."

Loki gives a glare that would kill a lesser man. "Mobius I haven't slept in a week because of the twins do not tell me any if that "

The man Mobius laughs loud and proud "I mean its your fault I told you I can handle them while you sleep I am the one who can feed them."

Loki scoffs

Thor clears his throat. "Brother?"

That got Loki's attetion. "Brother." He sounds happy but tired. "Sorry it took so long we had to sort out the TVA didn't you get my letters." He smiles at the shocked look on Thor's face. Even now as a parent he can still cause chaos.