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arroganceisherfavoritecolor · 1 year ago

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Enjoy the silence

Carl and reader have a moment while on the job...

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Reader uses fem pronouns, mentions of past bullying, reader is insecure✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It had been a long day for you and your friends in Alexandria. You had been on a run since early in the morning, having to leave at sunrise due to the long drive out to a city to look for some supplies. You had all gotten back by the time the sun was almost completely out of sight, thankfully. You were all hoping to get home, shower and knock out as soon as possible. But of course, you and your best friend, Carl, were the two people Deanna had ordered to keep watch.

Now usually, you despised having to be on watch duty. You found it boring and agonizingly long, and what made it worse was the fact that there was no chance of sleeping till the next day. But when you did it with Carl, it was a whole different story. Carl always found a way to make the night more interesting, whether it be his funny dad-jokes or the gossip he would hear around Alexandria. In other words, Carl made everything so, so much better. Although it had only been about a year since you first met him, he felt like home. He surrounded you with a warm feeling, you knew that no matter what, you could go to him and you'd feel okay. As you were deep into your thoughts, you heard footsteps coming from the ladder. You looked to the right and saw Carl making his way up. Your heart lit up and you felt that feeling of warmth wash over you. You smiled at Carl involuntarily, just looking at him made you feel happy. "Hey [Name]." His voice sounded like music to your ears, better than any tune or beat you've heard in your life. "Hi Carl." He stood next to you. You and Carl were almost touching shoulders, since the towers small box-like frame didn't provide the most space. You began to converse with him, talking about how the day went. Every few minutes, either you or Carl would see a walker and shoot it down and then go back to your conversation.

It had been 3 hours of you and him talking. The time flew by like seconds. This was another thing you liked about Carl, it was the way you could talk to him for hours and never get bored. At some point, you had brought up how at one of the recent parties, some older women in Alexandria began to make snarky comments towards you. They said things about how your hair looked ragged and your skin was dull. You'd think that when in the middle of a zombie outbreak, they'd have much better things to worry about. "The old-heads gave me shit about my skin and hair again" you said with a slight chuckle, you didn't want Carl to think you were a sensitive crybaby. "tch, dont even pay attention to them [Name], they're just jealous because theyre all old and wrinkly." You laughed at Carls remark. "Its okay, I dont really mind. I remember in school, before the outbreak, kids would pick on me for the same shit." Carls once relaxed aura turned curious. "What would they say exactly?" He asked politely, not wanting to intrude.

"Well, it was usually about my face or my weight. It used to make me really upset, to the point where i'd beg my mom to not take me to school. But after a little while, I learned not to care . Besides, growing up with mostly skinny and pretty friends kind of toughens you up." You tried smiling at Carl and looking him in the eyes to show you werent sad. "What do you mean?" He asked. "A lot of my friends would have all the boys chasing after them, even in Kindergarten. Think of it like how Enid gets treated by every other teen here. Since I wasnt ever really the cute type, i'd just watch from the side." You smiled again, but this time avoided eye contact. "Wait, so youre saying that NO boys had crushes on YOU?" He emphasized on the "you" part. "I mean... I guess?" You shrugged while grinning. Carls face was twisted in a confused expression. "Why are you looking at me like that Grimes?" You laughed out. "I just find it hard to believe that no one ever 'like-liked' you." You tilted your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion as to what he was gonna say. "Youre just so... perfect. Youre smart, funny, beautiful... and you can beat some zombie ass." You giggled, feeling a blush creep up on your face. "You think i'm beautiful, Carl?" You asked him shyly, afraid of sounding conceited or selfish. "Of course I do [Name]." He said.

He turned his head all the way in your direction, wanting a perfect view of you. He looked so handsome in this moment. His sheriffs hat was on top of his soft brown hair. His flannel was unbuttoned half way, his white t-shirt peeking through. The sleeves of the flannel were rolled up to his forearm. His hands were behind his back, slender and tall frame leaning against the wooden post of the watch tower. His face was illuminated by the soft glowing oil lamp that sat on the chair in front of you two. His diamond-like eye and ghostly pale skin looked so pretty in the mixture of the warm light of the lamp and the cold light of the moon. You felt your heart rate spike, your pupils dilated. He looked so kissable, all you wanted to do was grab him by the shoulders and kiss his lips til you were both breathless. Carl could say the same for you, as your (eye color) eyes and (skin color) skin looked gorgeous in the light of the lamp and moon. Your slightly tattered tank top hugged your curves and your low-waisted ripped black jeans did as well, exposing a small portion of your mid drift. Carl noticed your cheeks were rosy and your eyes were glossy. Your lips were slightly parted due to the impact of Carl calling you beautiful.

He fixed his posture, standing all the way up and walked towards you. It only took about 1 or 2 steps for him to be face to face with you. He tilted his head downwards, making eye contact. (eye color) eyes gazing into his, you felt the warm feelings 10x. He touched your (hair color) hair, twirling it in his fingers. His hands went from your hair to your cheek, cupping it. He stroked his thumb against your soft skin, feeling the heat. 'So much for dull skin and hair' Carl thought to himself, cursing those old hags for making his love feel bad. "Carl.." You finally spoke out, your voice nothing but a low whisper. From this angle, Carls face was no longer in view of the lamp. The only lighting you got was from the moon, directly shining down on you and him. You took each other's features in, not once breaking contact from eachother. Carl closed his eye, slowly began to lean in, and kissed you. His pink lips were soft, the feeling of the kiss was like satin bed sheets and velvety pillows. He put his other hand on your other cheek, guiding you to be impossibly closer to him. You felt fireworks go off in your brain and stomach. The moment you had waited so long for had finally happened. You deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel Carls tongue slip inside of your mouth, the feeling so foreign and yet so good. You slowly broke away from the kiss face hotter than ever. You and Carl stood there, trying to process what had just happened. After a few 30 seconds, you both began laughing from the overwhelming feeling of happiness. For the rest of the night, you held each other, enjoying the silence.

"All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms" - Enjoy the Silence, Depeche Mode

A/N: I have wanted to write for Carl for the longesttt time !! I hope u guys liked it pls request more stufffff ;3

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader

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one-annon · 28 days ago

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PATHETICALLY PRETTY

-- MARK HOFFMAN AND LAWRENCE GORDON - LIGHT 3DSHIPPING --

"ill make it a drabble it wont take me long" -annon 2025 anyway onto my next request story now that i got this out of my system if you see mistakes uhh dont worry theyll be fixed once my good pal points them out and shames me

lawrence never thought he'd be back here. not after he completed his final task as a jigsaw apprentice.

if he could even call himself that.

really, he didn't do too much for the cause. a few surgeries here and there that logan couldnt complete, and the job of keeping jill safe. the latter of the two was, to john, the most important. lawrence felt the same. the woman was the most sane out of the bunch, plus, he knew how important she was to john. once the man had passed by jeff's hand, lawrence's job was put into action.

he didn't have to worry about it until jill was killed. it was a pretty big annoyance for lawrence. he had to leave work to hunt down some stupid fuck who decided to mess with jigsaws wife. their fault. thankfully, it wasnt his week to care for diana, so he didnt have to worry about her. and to lawrence's luck, the man was none other than mark fucking hoffman.

the pair didnt get along too well. lawrence disliked how mark treated their victims (or their patients, as logan and lawrence called them). he was always too rough. what was the point? it was a waste to use all that good strength for something so violent. maybe lawrence was a little hypocritical for that, seeing how he used his medical skills for malpractice.

(that was what mark hated about lawrence. he was always so god damn hypocritical. he was like john in many ways. speaking of, john treated lawrence like the favorite child, which made absolutely no sense to mark. how the hell did mark do most of the fucking work day after day and get no appreciation? lawrence just sewed some poor fuckers up. it made no god damn sense and it pissed him off.)

whatever. it wasnt like lawrence had to worry about him anymore. the man was locked in that bathroom. that same place he was in for 6 hours. that same place he was in when his (now ex) wife and child were in danger. he was as helpless as mark is currently. well, he cant say that. lawrence had one way of escaping. and to show his success, he had a faux leg. he took that opportunity from mark.

he wouldnt admit it, but lawrence felt a bit bad for tossing the hacksaw. maybe thats what pulled him to go back. maybe it was the thought that he left yet another man in that bathroom to die. maybe he didnt want hoffman's voice joining adams in haunting the rest of his days. maybe it was the guilt of not going back for adam. maybe he felt like he could fix abandoning the other by shaming the man currently in the bathroom.

lawrence really has gone off the deep end hasnt he? oh well. it wouldnt be the first time.

opening the door was a bit tough, especially with his foot. once he got it open, the sight in front of him concerned him - shocked him even.

hoffman was curled up on the floor, his back facing the door. he looked..pathetic. dead, almost. if it werent for the slight shiver as lawrence entered and flicked the lights on, he wouldve thought mark had passed already. hoffman lifted his head, perhaps he thought he was being saved? maybe mercifully killed? the man looked weak. lawrence doesnt think he's ever seen him so fragile.

"hello, mark." lawrence muttered, hobbling his way over to the man.

he didnt speak, didnt move. just kept his eye on lawrence before setting his head back on the floor. had he lost hope so quickly? it would make sense. lawrence had taken his only chance to survival. whatever. lawrence didnt care. he cared just as much as he did about adam. he cared the same amount as his family who was being held at gunpoint by his orderly while he was speaking with them over the phone just across the room. (he cared. he just couldnt admit it. not about this man.)

"what do you want?" mark asked. his voice held no confidence, no bite. he was a shell of the man he used to be. he was nothing. lawrence pitied him.

lawrence took a deep breath. his eyes drifted to the corpse next to mark. "just came to check on you. see if you were dead. I'm surprised you've lived so long. it's been.." lawrence checked his watch, "about a week."

mark huffed, rolling onto his back and sitting up with a grunt. lawrence had time to study his figure. his eyebags were worse than before. maybe he hadnt been sleeping too well. the man had lost body weight, though his puffy jacket definitely gave him some bulk. he looked pathetic. excuse lawrence for continuously saying it but it was the only word he could use to describe the man. he looked as bad as adam.

"well..im not dead." he grumbled, avoiding eye contact with the oncologist.

larry slowly moved his hand down, taking note of how hard mark flinched. his whole body quivered with just the approach of his hand. fuck. lawrence would never admit the power trip he got from that alone. he set his hand atop marks head, slowly running his finger through his sweaty, dirty hair. "youre disgusting." he whispered, voice laced with a smile full of hatred and venom.

mark let out a shaky breath. he swallowed hard. he didnt bite back like lawrence was expecting. had this whole experience changed the man that much? maybe he would look at the three bodies with him and think it's over. good. thats exactly what lawrence wanted for this...this hideous creature. he wasnt even sure mark could be called a person anymore. he wasnt sure the fucker deserved a name. he wasnt human.

it wasnt human.

this vile monster. this killer. it wasnt human and lawrence needed it to know that. the more time lawrence spent in this room, the less guilt he felt for the killer's outcome. he deserved this, that son of a bitch. zep deserved his fate. so does mark. a surge of anger jolted through lawrence. he scoffed, spitting down onto the creature at his feet. disgusting thing.

mark didnt even flinch. he kept his gaze on the tile floor, watching the saliva splatter onto his shoes. he didnt have the energy to fight anymore. he was destined to die. he told john amanda would fail him, and while she did, mark had too. he went against the whole jigsaw fantasy and killed to kill, but he had his reasoning. if mark was being honest with himself, he had nothing left.

he lost his sister. he had gotten his revenge on baxter. almost everyone in the precinct was dead. john, amanda, rigg, matthews..everyone he even gave a slight shit about was dead. he had taken care of jill. logan moved back down to texas. it was just him left. he was supposed to be the final apprentice. then this blonde son of a bitch had to ruin that for him.

mark wanted to go out with a bang. he had so much god damn pent up anger that he couldnt help himself but want to feel the rush of someones life draining by his hands again. he was taught to not feel any emotions with it, no regret, no remorse. and he didnt. he was taught well. he still felt one emotion from it though - euphoria.

maybe he has become a cold blooded serial killer. whatever. this place was better than some fuck ass prison. at least he could die without anyone seeing him.

he became aware of lawrence's presence again when he felt that hand back in his hair. maybe he could convince lawrence to set him free. he could take his bag and his money and he could flee the state. maybe he could go down and live with logan. logan was good to him, he liked logan. he treated him like an actual person and not just some monster like lawrence was. the hand in his hair was sickenly sweet. he hated it.

the doctor sighed. his feelings were mixing together. he couldnt tell if he felt rage and disgust or pity and sorrow. mark lifted his head, locking eyes with lawrence. his face was blank. no thoughts. no emotion. nothing. just blank. lawrence couldnt tell if the man was plotting to kill him or plotting to lay back down and go to sleep. he looked..beautiful. call lawrence a sadist but seeing him so utterly broken was making his face heat up. maybe this apprenticeship changed him.

he saw marks lips move, but he didnt process the word he spoke. not until he said it again, this time a hand lifting to grip onto lawrence's new, freshly pressed, dress pants. ugh, he just cleaned these. stupid bitch couldnt keep his hands to himself.

"please."

gordon swears he's never heard mark utter that word before. but now, with him in the room, he was blessed with hearing it. a smile tugged at his lips. was mark begging for his freedom? was he begging for lawrence to leave the room so he could die peacefully and alone? he knew how alone mark was. he's felt that - especially after his and alison's divorce. he had the urge to tell mark that it would be okay, but then he would look to the rotting man next to him and he knew it wouldnt be okay. well, for mark.

"please what?" he asked instead.

mark was quiet for a long few seconds. he inhaled shakily, preparing himself for the humiliation that is soon to follow. his hand tightened around the fabric in his hand, like he was scared lawrence was going to leave him if he didnt keep his grip. lawrence has felt that sort of hold before, years ago. he took another quick glance at adam before looking back to the horrible man.

"please, gordon." he repeated, voice cracking just slightly. he swallowed hard. "let me go. i wont even bother you. ill leave town, i wont do anything else. i just..i want to go. i want to live."

i want to live. hes heard those words too many times before. he didnt want to hear them from this man. he couldnt. lawrence pulled himself away from mark, his legs suddenly feeling rather shaky.

"i cant." he whispered, "there are..rules."

fuck. he sounded just like that bastard. is this how zep felt? is this how it felt to look someone in the eyes and tell them that they had to die because of the rules? he's been here before - in this exact place. but now it felt..he felt powerful. even if he was shaking just slightly he felt powerful. he was following what john wanted, but he got to control it all

mark seemed to panic as he stepped away. "no-..no lawrence. cmon..please! he's dead, he wont know!"

but adam would, lawrence wanted to say. adam would know. he was right there. lawrence could still hear his screams as he stepped back, hauling his suddenly all too heavy prosthetic off the floor for the one step. even is he felt so powerful and angry, he still couldnt help but remember the man he promised a good life to. he couldve been a vet. mark couldve been a good detective.

no, he couldnt. lawrence needed to stop thinking like that. mark deserved this. he deserved to die. just like lawrence did. he didnt win the game. he lost. and yet he walked free.

and here he was, walking free again. away from a man who, even if he didnt deserve it, wanted another chance at life. lawrence was simply following his orders. even if mark did the same thing that matthews guy did, he had no chance of escaping. the door would be too heavy. mark didnt have that strength anymore and lawrence didnt have his confidence. he felt just as pathetic as mark.

lawrence stumbled to the door, drowning out the screams of terror from a man he was going to leave behind again. this is the third time. he was never coming back to this damn place. if logan wanted to continue the games, he could. brad and ryan could help him too. lawrence didnt have it in him - no matter how much he craved that sweet euphoric feeling of power. maybe thats what mark had felt when he killed jill.

the handle on the door was cold in his gloved hand. it seeped through the leather and pricked at his skin. he turned to look back at mark, watching his chest heave and tears start to well in his eyes. the first time he got to experience this, mark cursed him out, yelled and shouted at him in pure anger. now, he just sobbed, screaming out in pure agony and defeat.

lawrence didnt follow the rules. mark didnt either.

"you brought this upon yourself, hoffman. im sorry." he whispered, eyes looking past the living being he was trapping yet again.

the door closed, encasing the room and mark in the dark.

#game over! ➸ saw writes #keeping our eyes close to whats going on on the screen ➸ angst writes #quit actin like a bitch and makin up excuses ➸ hurt with no comfort #hey hey hey hey! hey stoopid! ➸ annon writes #so much for the golden future i cant even start ➸ annons drabbles #saw franchise #saw #mark hoffman #lawrence gordon #3dshipping

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pbandjesse · 2 years ago

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My allergies were kicking my butt today. Keeping Flonase on my purse was a good idea. And helped a lot. But I was sniffling so bad at one point Elizabeth thought I was crying. Nope, just snotty.

I slept okay. When I got home last night I took a shower and James made me toast. And sleep came quickly.

When I woke up I felt fine. I got washed and dressed. My chin is a little red and my skin is a little uncomfortable. No idea what's up. But I grabbed my bag and headed to camp.

I stopped for breakfast. Which was fine. And I ended up getting to camp earlier then I needed. So I was able to go to the lodge and get all the tables and chairs out. I did not open the chairs but I was proud of my hard work. Everyone else would come and open the chairs. And I went to set up my program.

I drove over to upper camp and set up ground elements. The programs were slated to be 45 minutes but because the group ended up being almost an hour late the programs were shortened to 35 minutes. Which was just fine with me.

The principal would show up first. I was sitting outside sewing some little bears and collecting flowers when I heard on the walkie a car was here. And it was the princy! Apparently one of the kids has behavioral problems.so much that she didn't feel comfortable sending them without her since their parent didn't come. So we would have an eye out for that but honestly. This group was rough.

I stayed outside and had a nice conversation with the principal, and the. The group was there and we split up and headed to our programs. And it was a little rough. Just a lot of screaming at each other. There were a few fights. Emotionally I wasn't as exhausted as I have been with rough groups in the past but I felt like a lot of the adults even were just being a lot. So it was hard. They were trying to help but they weren't letting the kids try and fail, it's okay! This is a safe place to fail! And they learn things by doing! You have to let them try! Their hearts were in the right place.

Lunch was fine. I sat on the porch and tried to just enjoy how pretty it was today. Even though I was still sneezing. It wasn't as uncomfortable as it had been this morning but I was still walking around with a whole box of tissues. Thankfully I wasnt as uncomfy.

I would collect some flowers to press. And then got my groups for the afternoon.

Where I literally had to have the principal come and pull a few kids who were screaming in each other's faces. And then a chaperone tried to defend her kid because I said he was involved and she didn't think he was and I was just like. I don't get paid enough for this and just let the principal handle it and took the group. And hoenslty they were fine after that. I think because they understood I wasn't going to play and I would take them out of the program.

And they did good. Both of my afternoon groups were fun. We even got to do A frames in the last round because it was a chill group. I had to be on one of the lines but that was fine. They all did a good job and me and Sarah, who was over at low ropes, said goodbye to them and stayed at upper camp to clean up.

Elizabeth sent some confusing texts about clean up. But once we understood what she needed we headed towards the lodge. I continued to collect flowers and leaves. And once the school group was actually gone I went in to help clean the tables.

I had spoken to Bonnie, the cleaning lady, earlier about just cleaning the room so she wouldn't have to worry about it. And I think we, as a team, did a good job getting everything together and then it was time to go.

I went back to the office to talk to Alexi for a little. About the summer and then a check in with Elizabeth about tomorrow. And then I was off.

It was 3 and I was happy to go home. James had been texting me about groceries and how things I was requesting were sold out. But that's alright. And as I pulled up at the apartment James was coming home too!! So we got to go inside together and it was really nice.

James would get to work making us pasta for dinner and I went to take a shower and wash my hair. And then changed into my big skagway shirt and then got to work sorting my closet. I didn't do as good of a job as I had hoped. But I did pull all my jackets and sweaters out to put in bags to put in the closet and moved all my sweaters to one of my bed drawers. I have to many but I am struggling with parking down that collection. I don't even want to talk about my coat collection it's so outrageous. But maybe sometime soon I can actually do something about it. Today just wasn't that day.

Today was just sitting and refolding and putting different stuff up in the closet. James did the laundry and while things were drying we had our pasta and it was great.

I would remake our bed. And put everything away. And then did a little work in the studio. And eventually I got in bed with Sweetp and I basically just had potato time. My feet hurt but I was happy to be laying down.

And that's basically what me and James have been doing. Chilling. Resting. I'm going to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

Tomorrow should be a nice day. I'm helping with Zipline. And then after work we are having dinner with the Fulwilers for Charlotte's birthday! The gift I got her isn't here yet which is annoying but it's fine. Late gift.

I hope you all sleep great. Take care of yourself. Goodnight!

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sweetghosttea · 2 months ago

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also bro i feel like this video is gonna be us at some point in the future xD https://www.youtube.com/shorts/p6fj3G_aNu0 12/20/23 7:45 pm

Monday, December 25, 2023

[2:00 AM] Ragtime Cat: merry christmas bro!!!

Monday, January 1, 2024

[12:15 AM] Ragtime Cat: HAPPY NEW YEAR BRO!!!

Thursday, January 4, 2024

[5:26 PM] ✦randi✦: OH GOD BRO STEAM DIDNT SHOW ME ANY OF YOUR MESSAGES OMG HAPPY NEW YEAR!! MERRY cHRISTmas!! ALSO YES THAT WILL BE US OMG I HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY!! A LOT HAS HAPPENED TO ME THESE LAST COUPLE OF MONTHS

[11:07 PM] Ragtime Cat: SHAKES FIST DAMNIT STEAM. DONT DO THIS TO US IS IT GOOD THINGS I HOPE?? TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT BRO THERE'S BEEN A LOT HAPPENING OVER HERE TOO BUT I WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOU FIRST

Friday, January 5, 2024

[12:15 AM] ✦randi✦: I EVEN HAVE IT ON MY PHONE TO TRY AND MAKE SURE I RECIEVE MESSAGES OMG. AND YES AND NO, BUT I WOULD SAY MOSTLY GOOD. THE BIG ONE IS THAT ROMAN AND I BROKE UP IN NOVEMBER. ILL SAVE YOU THE DETAILS, IT WAS PROBABLY AS GOOD OF A BREAKUP AS ONE COULD GO. THINGS JUST DIDNT WORK OUT AND HE DIDNT LOVE ME ANYMORE. THATS THE BIG NEWS. HOWEVER, I HAVE A NEW BOYFRIEND ACTUALLY. HE IS WONDERFUL, HIS NAME IS ADAM. I KNOW IT SEEMS A LITTLE FAST BUT AFTER REFLECTION, IT WASNT MUCH OF A RELATIONSHIP FOR A FEW YEARS. SERIOUSLY, ADAM AND I HAVE DONE MORE FUN DATE THINGS ALREADY. WEVE BEEN DATING SINCE A FEW DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS LOL. BUT DID SOME DATES BEFORE THEN. ANYWAY, AND THEN I GOT A HUGE PROMOTION AT WORK! WELL KINDA. ITS BEEN A MESS A LITTLE. SO I DON'T KNOW IF I TOLD YOU THAT IVE BEEN WORKING AT A GROCERY STORE FOR A LITTLE NOW, ILL BE THERE THREE YEARS IN JULY. BUT I AM ALMOST PROBABLY GONNE BE THE ASSISTANT STORE MANAGER SOON! UNFORTUNATELY THE OTHERONE GOT SUPER SICK AND SHE HAD TO RESIGN, BUT THINGS WERE UP IN THE AIR FOR A WHILE, AND IVE BEEN THE TEMP ASST STORE MANAGER SINCE MID OCT I THINK. ANYWAYS, BUSY BUT EXCITING!WHAT ABOUT YOU BRO?? I HOPE GOOD THINGS TOO!

[2:34 PM] Ragtime Cat: OMG WHY DOESN'T IT WORK THEN C'MON STEAM DO BETTER THAN THAT.OH BRO, I'M SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT YOU AND ROMAN. HOWEVER, I'M ALSO HAPPY TO HEAR ABOUT YOU AND ADAM. CONGRATS ON GETTING A WONDERFUL NEW BOYFRIEND AND I'M SO GLAD THINGS ARE GOING SO WELL BETWEEN YOU TWO. I DON'T THINK YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST AT ALL. IF HE MAKES YOU HAPPY THAN THAT'S WHAT'S IMPORTANT YEAH?THAT'S ALSO AMAZING BRO! CONGRATS ON YOUR PROMOTION AT WORK AS WELL. I HONESTLY CAN'T REMEMBER IF YOU'D TOLD ME BEFORE OR NOT. YOU PROBABLY DID THOUGH. ANYWAY IT'S A SHAME THAT THE OTHER ONE GOT REAL SICK AND HAD TO QUIT. THAT'S NOT SO GOOD. BUT AT LEAST THINGS AREN'T SO UP IN THE AIR ANYMORE RIGHT? NOW YOU KNOW FOR SURE! IT IS BUSY BUT EXCITING!!!I'M ON THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE END OF THINGS ACTUALLY. INSTEAD OF GOOD THINGS HAVE BEEN ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE. WE ALMOST LOST ALL THE RENTALS BECAUSE ONE GUY WANTED TO BE A COMPLETE ASSHOLE. I ALMOST ENDED UP HOMELESS BECAUSE MY YOUNGER BROTHER WON'T ADMIT HE HAS ANGER ISSUES AND WENT ON A MASSIVE POWER TRIP FOR ABOUT TWO MONTHS AND TRIED TO KICK ME OUT,OF MY OWN HOUSE TWICE QUOTING THAT I'M USELESS AND WORTHLESS AND EVERYONE IN THE FAMILY HATES ME. I'M STILL HERE THANKFULLY AND HE'S NOT GOTTEN HIS WAY. BUT IT'S REALLY PUT A WEDGE IN NOT ONLY OUR RELATIONSHIP, BUT MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY DAD AS WELL. BECAUSE HE ALSO SAID I'M PRETTY USELESS BECAUSE I DON'T MEET HIS EXPECTATIONS OF ME. WHEN HIS EXPECTATIONS ARE FOR ME TO GET A JOB HE PICKS OUT INSTEAD OF THE ONE I'M DOING THAT I LIKE. SO HE CAN QUIT HIS JOB AND NOT HAVE TO DO ANYTHING BECAUSE I'LL BE TAKING CARE OF HIM. WHICH IS NOT HOW I WAS RAISED TO DO THINGS AND HE KNOWS THAT SO I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S SUDDENLY COME FROM. BUT MY AUNT AND UNCLE FROM HIS SIDE OF THE FAMILY ARE REALLY PUSHING FOR ME TO DO THIS TOO CAUSE IT'S "MY RESPONSIBILITY AS THE OLDEST CHILD" WHEN THEIR OWN FUCKING CHILDREN DON'T DO THAT FOR THEM. AND THEY DON'T DO THAT FOR THEIR MOM, WHO I'VE NEVER THOUGHT OF AS A GRANDMA SO I DON'T CALL HER THAT. BUT YEAH LIKE WHAT THE FUCK??ON TOP OF THAT I'VE BEEN LIVING BASICALLY IN OUR DEN FOR THE MONTH AND A HALF BECAUSE THERE'S SOME WEIRD POWER STUFF GOING ON WITH MY ROOM. THE OUTLETS JUST STOPPED WORKING SUDDENLY FOR NO APPARENT REASON. ALL OF OUR TESTERS AND METERS AND STUFF SAY THEY'RE GETTING POWER BUT NOTHING TURNS ON WHEN YOU PLUG IT IN, AND IT'S TOO COLD FOR ME TO BE IN THERE WITHOUT A HEATER. UNFORTUNATELY THAT MEANS I HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO PRIVACY ANYMORE AND IT'S REALLY STARTING TO WEAR ON ME. I HATE IT BUT EVERYONE'S DRAGGING THEIR FEET ABOUT DOING SOMETHING TO GET IT FIXED OURSELVES AND I'M NOT MAKING ENOUGH TO HIRE AN ELECTRICIAN. SO IT JUST SUCKS ALL AROUND. ;n; A LOT OF PERSONAL STUFF FROM MY MAMAW AND PAPAW THAT I REALLY CARED ABOUT GOT DESTROYED TOO AND THAT'S HURT ME. I FEEL LIKE ANY TIME WE DO A LIFE UPDATE I'M GOING THROUGH SOMETHING ROUGH ANYMORE. BUT YEAH THAT'S HOW THE PAST LIKE HALF A YEAR HAS BEEN FOR ME.

Saturday, January 6, 2024

[Yesterday, 8:08 PM] ✦randi✦: I KNOW, ITS SO STUPID. I HAVE THE SPECIFIC CHAT APP FOR THIS REASON, BUT NOOO. IT IS OKAY. IT NEEDED TO HAPPEN, AND I REALLY ADORE ADAM. HES A GREAT GUY. HE DOES MAKE ME VERY HAPPY OMG. AND THANK YOU FOR THE CONGRATS ON THE PROMOTION. I AM SO SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT ALL OF THAT FUCKIN SHIT THAT IS GOING ON, HOLY COW BRO. YOU'RE PUTTING UP WITH SO MUCH, DAMN. IM GLAD YOURE STILL THERE, I CANT BELIEVE HE WOULD TRY AND MAKE YOU HOMELESS HOLY SHIT. HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN A BIT OF A PROBLEM THOUGH, WHICH IS UNFORTUNATE. BUT HOLY.FUCKING.SHIT I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOUR DAD. YOU DAD?? THE LIKE, ONE GOOD FAMILY MEMBER YOU HAD LEFT. WHAT IS GOING ON WITH HIM. IM SO SO SORRY YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT BRO, D: HAVING NO PRIVACY IS REALLY BAD, I CANT EVEN IMAGINE THAT BRO. I YHOPE IT GETS FIXED SOON OR SOMETHING FOR YOUR SAKE. GOD BRO I REALLY HOPE THINGS TURN AROUND, IM SORRY ITS BEEN SO BAD FOR YOU. YOU DESERVE MUCH BEETER

Sunday, January 7, 2024

[11:05 PM] Ragtime Cat: I KNOW BRO. THAT'S ANOTHER THING I'M TRYING TO GET SORTED OUT IS GETTING A BETTER COMPUTER SO WE CAN HANG OUT AGAIN WHEN YOU'VE GOT TIME! SOMETHING MORE RELIABLE THAN A SECONDHAND ANXIETY TRAP THAT'S JUST GOING TO DIE ON ME AGAIN IF I BREATH ON IT WRONG. BUT I'M HAPPY THAT HE MAKES YOU HAPPY AND THAT THINGS ARE GOING MUCH BETTER WITH HIM. MAYBE I CAN MEET HIM IF I EVER GET THE CHANCE TO COME VISIT? I STILL HAVE THE BOX OF STUFF I MEANT TO SEND YOU IN A PACKAGE. BUT I THINK THAT WAS WHEN THE MESS WITH YOUR BASEMENT STARTED HAPPENING AND I JUST HAVEN'T THOUGHT TO ASK WHERE TO SEND IT TO SINCE THEN. ALSO YOU'RE WELCOME BRO! I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT YOU DESERVE IT AND ARE GOING TO DO GREAT IN THE POSITION. THAT'S HONESTLY ONLY LIKE A THIRD OF IT TOO. EVER SINCE MY MOM DIED I'VE JUST BEEN IN HELL AND DEALING WITH SO MUCH. I'M ALSO SORRY BRO I WAS HALF ASLEEP WHEN I WROTE THAT BECAUSE I HAVEN'T BEEN SLEEPING WELL SO I'M UTTERLY EXHAUSTED MOST OF THE DAY SO I DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL I LOOKED BACK AND READ IT BUT IT'S NOT MY DAD DAD LIKE THE ONE YOU LOVE SO MUCH THAT DID ALL THAT IT'S MY STEPDAD. THE ONE THAT LIVES WITH ME AND MY BROTHER. I'M REALLY SORRY FOR NOT LIKE CLARIFYING THAT SOONER. ALTHOUGH HONESTLY EVEN COOL DAD'S BEEN KINDA WEIRD LATELY. THE LAST TIME I WAS ACTUALLY AT HIS HOUSE AND HUNG OUT WITH HIM HE WAS JUST DOING A LOT OF GUILT TRIPPING?? ABOUT HOW I DON'T CALL HIM ENOUGH AND HOW WE DIDN'T DO A LOT TOGETHER THIS YEAR AND ALL OF OUR PLANS GOT MESSED UP SOMEHOW WHEN WE COULD. BUT WHENEVER I CALLED HIM AFTER THAT HE DIDN'T WANT TO SEE ME?? HE DIDN'T EVEN WANNA SPEND CHRISTMAS OR NEW YEARS WITH ME?????? I DUNNO WHAT I'VE DONE WRONG TO EVEN MAKE HIM MADE AT ME BUT JFC. I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE. BUT ANYWAY YEAH I'M GLAD I'M STILL HERE TOO AND FIGHTING TO KEEP DOING WHAT I LOVE INSTEAD OF WHAT OTHER PEOPLE WANT. AND HAVING NO PRIVACY SUCKS SO MUCH. I HOPE IT GETS FIXED SOON TOO. I KEEP HEARING 'YEAH WE'LL WORK ON IT' 'WE'LL FIX IT HERE IN A DAY OR TWO' BUT EITHER NOTHING HAPPENS OR I DON'T GET A DEFINITIVE ANSWER ON WHAT 'A DAY OR TWO' MEANS. UUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH. THANK YOU BRO <3 I'M SORRY TO HAVE TO DUMP SO MUCH SHIT ON YOU LIKE THIS WHEN WE SHOULD BE FOCUSING ON YOUR GOOD NEWS ISNTEAD!

1-28-24 [3:00 AM] Ragtime Cat: HOWS BAUDLRS GATE BRO? YOU ENJOYING IT?

2-14-24 (7:30 am)

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY BRO

Monday, February 19, 2024

[Yesterday, 10:23 PM] Miranda(✿◠‿◠): OH SHIT BRO!! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! OMG BELATED VALENTIONES DAY ANYWAY I HOPE THINGS ARE GOIN BETTER FOR YOU, AT LEAST A LITTOE BIT

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

[12:06 PM] Ragtime Cat: THANK YOU BRO I'M KINDA STUCK IN PURGATORY RIGHT NOW ACTUALLY. IT'S NOT GETTING ANY WORSE THANKFULLY BUT IT'S NOT IMPROVING ANY EITHER. I'M STILL STRESSING MYSELF INTO MAKING MYSELF SICK AND WORRIED AND A LITTLE SCARED.

Monday, February 26, 2024

[12:01 AM] Ragtime Cat: BRO!!!!!! BRO ARE YOU READY FOR AN UPDATE i HAVE A ROOM AND PRIVACY AND A BED AGAIN!!! SORT OF HALF OF A ROOM TECHNICALLY IT'S NOT MY ROOM BUT WE EMPTIED OUT ONE OF THE STORAGE ROOMS AND STUCK A MATTRESS IN HERE FOR ME AND MY PC SO THAT I CAN HAVE MY OWN SPACE AGAIN UNTIL I DO GET MY ROOM BACK.

Thursday, February 29, 2024

[10:22 AM] Miranda(✿◠‿◠): OH MY GOD BRO!! THAT IS A PRETTY DECENT UPDATE OMG!! IM SO GLAD YOU ARE ABLE TO KIND OF HAVE A ROOM AGAIN! HOPEFULLY THEN THAT MEANS THINGS ARE KIND OF ON THE UP AND UP, IT SURE AS HELL IS A START! OMFG IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BRO

[10:31 AM] Ragtime Cat: THANK YOU BRO. EVEN IF IT ISN'T MY ROOM I STILL FEEL SO MUCH BETTER. THE SETUPS A LITTLE AWKWARD FOR MY PC WITH THE WAY THE OUTLETS ARE IN THIS ROOM, AND THE DOORS NOT ACTUALLY A DOOR ITS JUST ONE OF THOSE FOLDING SLIDING PANEL THINGS THAT DOESN'T LATCH WHEN YOU TO TRY TO CLOSE IT. BUT ITS STILL SOMETHING RIGHT?! I'M KEEPING ALL OF MY FINGERS AND TOES AND ANYTHING ELSE I CAN THINK OF CROSSED THAT THIS DOES MEAN THINGS ARE LOOKING UP.

Saturday, March 2, 2024

[11:02 AM] Ragtime Cat: BRO I HAVE ANOTHER BIG UPDATE!!!! ONE I COULD SUPER USE YOUR HELP WITH IF YOU WANT. I'VE BEEN ASKED TO BE A DND DM!!! FOR TINY LITTLE POKEMON CAMPGAIN. I'VE GOT A GOOD START TO IT THOUGHT UP ALREADY I THINK BUT I'D LOVE YOUR HELP WITH THE STORY OR JUST SUGGESTIONS FOR IMPORTANT NPCS AND RANDOM SHIT THAT CAN HAPPEN AND STUFF LIKE THAT.

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

[Yesterday, 11:08 PM] Miranda: IM GLAD IT FEELS SO MUCH BETTER!! IT IS STILL SOMETHING, AND WE WILL TAKE THAT! I WILL ALSO KEEP EVERYTHING CROSSED THAT I CAN POSSIBLY CROSS TO HELP!! OH BRO! I CAN TRY MAYBE!! IM GONNA BE BUSY FOR A MONTH, CAUSE I HAVE TRAINING FOR MY WORK OUT OF STATE WHERE ILL BE WORKING 6 DAYS A WEEK LMAO. BUT ILL HAVE A LAPTOP, I MAY BE ABLE TO HELP! LAY ON ME WHAT YOUVE GOT ! OMG ITS SO EXCITING THAT YOURE GOING TO DM A LIL POKEMON CAMPAIGN!!

Thursday, March 7, 2024

[10:04 PM] Ragtime Cat: THANKS BRO. FOR KEEPING EVERYTHING CROSSED AND TRYING TO HELP ME. THEY LAST MINUTE DECIDED TO DROP ON ME THAT THIS SATURDAY IS THE ONLY DAY THAT'S GOING TO WORK FOR EVERYONE GETTING TOGETHER. WHICH HAS BEEN FINE AS FAR AS THE SET UP IS CONCERNED. BUT I'M WORRIED THAT EVEN MY BASIC IDEAS FOR A STORY MIGHT NOT BE INTERESTING/FUN. CAUSE I MEAN ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SUPER DETAILED ANYWAY I RECKON SINCE IT'S JUST A TEENY TINY SHORT COUPLE HOUR CAMPAIGN RIGHT? BUT I DUNNO. MAYBE I'M JUST GETTING STAGE FRIGHT.

[10:16 PM] Ragtime Cat: MY IDEA IS THAT YOU'RE ON A VERY SMALL ISLAND REGION THAT IS MOSTLY UNINHABITED SAVE FOR ONE BIG CITY, A LITTLE FISHING VILLAGE, WHAT IS BASICALLY A THIEVES DEN, AND A SMALL TRIBAL VILLAGE WAAAAY OFF AWAY FROM EVERYONE ELSE AND CUT OFF FROM THE "CIVILIZED" WORLD PRETTY MUCH. THERE'S NO GYMS OR LEAGUES. AND THERE WASN'T EVEN A POKEMON PROFESSOR UNTIL RECENTLY. WHEN THIS NEW ONE RE-OPENED THE OLD LAB THAT HAD BEEN INACTIVE FOR YEARS. SHE PUT OUT A CALL FOR TRAINERS TO GO RECLAIM THE OLD RESEARCH STATIONS FROM NATURE AND SEE IF THAT'S WHY HER READINGS ARE COMING OUT SO INCONSISTANT AND WEIRD. SHE'LL PROVIDE EVERYTHING THEY NEED FOR THEM BEFORE THEY GO AND PAY THEM PRETTY WELL FOR THE WORK WHEN THEY RETURN. THEY'RE GOING TO MOSTLY DECIDE HOW THEY GO ABOUT IT AND WHAT ROUTES THEY TAKE SO THERE'S GONNA BE POKEMON BATTLES AND TRAINING AND SOME LITTLE EVENTS/BATTLES ALONG THE WAY. BUT AFTER MAYBE ONE STATION I WANT THEM TO SORT OF SNIFF OUT THAT ITS NOT JUST THE STATIONS THEMSELVES BUT THAT SOMETHING IS ALSO VERY WRONG WITH THE WILD POKEMON. THEY'LL MORE FREQUENTLY COME ACROSS SPOTS WHERE POKEMON ARE JUST REALLY SICK OR ACTING UNNATURALLY. AND THE SECOND BIG HOOK AND THE TWIST OF THE STORY IS THAT IT'S BECAUSE THERE'S A BIG BAD RICH GUY THAT SEES THE ENTIRE ISLAND AS AN INVESTMENT AND WANTS TO TURN EVERY OUNCE OF IT INTO A MONEY MAKING TOURIST ATTRACTION. ONE WAY OR THE OTHER. SO HE'S TRYING TO LIKE FORCE THE TRIBE TO LEAVE OR STRONG ARM NATIVES INTO SELLING THEIR LAND TO HIM. AND GETTING RID OF ANYTHING THAT'S "PROBLEMATIC" FOR DEVELOPMENT. LIKE SAY POKEMON THAT AREN'T GOING TO BE USEFUL TO HIM. MY FRIENDS' SORT OF RIVAL IS GONNA BE THE SON OF THIS BIG BAD GUY. WHO EVEN THOUGH HE /IS/ TREATING HIS STAY MORE LIKE A VACATION TO HIS DAD. STILL HAS THAT VERY RICH BOY AIR AND ATTITUDE ABOUT HIM AND THINKS HE CAN GET AWAY WITH DOING AND SAYING ANYTHING HE WANTS AND TREATING PEOPLE ANY WAY HE WANTS CAUSE HIS DAD IS GONNA "OWN THE ISLAND AND EVERYONE IN IT SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET USED TO IT. YOU LOSERS BASICALLY WORK FOR ME ALREADY."OH I ALSO FORGOT TO MENTION THAT

IF WE HAVE TIME FOR IT I EVEN HAS A LITTLE SIDE STORY ON STANDBY ABOUT A LEGEND OF THE TRIBE AND HOW THEY BASICALLY WORSHIP LYCANROCS.

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Hate that happened to you. Did you report this person?

It sucks but I guess I'm too cute ^^ No i didn't but me and my mom were scared when a police officer showed up at our work (which i went back to because i was hanging out while she was working) talking about domestic violence a couple minutes after I got back because we thought it was about me at first but thankfully and not thankfully it wasnt. We thought I was about to catch my first case 😭

It was about the girl I mentioned earlier on a few different posts (which thankfully she is okay and safe now). I think I handled it good considering I had blood all over my hand and some how on my other hand, it's probably all over my hoodie and I know the nasty dude was dripping blood after I hit him ^^

#my anonnies #anonnies #apple pies

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thewaywardbruja · 2 years ago

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~ Thoughts In My Head ~

So I've got a lot going on in my head, none of it is particularly good, but I just wanted to type it out here because I need to get it out somehow.

I'm struggling a bit, with my mental health, this week, is a hard week for me, and I just dont know how to express how I'm feeling aside from crying.

Friday, marks - One Year since my Grandma was taken from me, and I know its only Monday, but I'm already counting down the days, I'm dreading it. We're away thankfully, at a car show but it doesnt make it any easier. I'm really struggling with my grief, and trying to hold it together.

I've also come down with something / my body is fighting something off, and I am the most tired, and exhausted I have ever been in my life and hardly have the strength to do anything. I have to keep forcing myself to do stuff, and then just want to sleep afterwards, its doing my head in literally. I dont feel like myself and the brain fog is really starting to get to me.

Its so bad that I ran my car into a brick wall two days ago, and I would never do that normally. Work has been extremely difficult, and standing in one place, and doing the same thing over, and over is just really starting to grind away at me. I've been thinking, and looking for another job, something different, and there just isnt anything around where we live.

I'm currently waiting for the results of my Lvl 1 Math test, hoping beyond hope that I managed to pass, but I doubt I did, I struggled so much with it, and the first time wasnt much better.

So, that means I'll be in another Lvl 1 class, for another 12 weeks, and ugh. My English GCSE's are coming up rapidly as well and I have no idea how I'm going to do on those either. I just know if I fail that as well, then I dont know what I'll do but the prospect of me joining the police this year is slowly slipping out of my fingers.

I mean my Leave to Remain Visa getting approved was good news, but its just been so over-shadowed by the anniversary coming up and me being sick that I havent really had much time to let it sink in and celebrate.

I hope soon I will start to feel better, and things will turn around but I'm not holding out much hope.

In other news, my witchcraft is taking off, I've had so many wonderful experiences - which have mostly been uploaded to my tiktok, that I am feeling so blessed and just wonderful about where my practice is taking me.

I found out that what was a Crow spirit, was actually Fenrir trying to communicate with me, and after using divination to talk to him, it felt wonderful to know that I now have two wolves at my side <3

I'm taking - this whole thing with Fenrir really slowly, and just letting it happen in its own time. He still makes me nervous. I asked him if we could have a spirit guide relationship - because I promised myself I would never bow down to no God again, ever - a long time ago. He said "Yes" <3 That made me feel a lot better as well.

White and I have been getting closer, and our bond has been getting stronger. After my amazing and wonderful reading I had the other day, I just feel so great, and liberated about everything I have been experiencing and feeling. <3

I cant wait to see what the future holds for me within Witchcraft. Its been so amazing, so far.

Friday marks one year since I found my path, and my practice and I wouldnt change it for anything <3 Its been such an amazing journey thus far <3 I have made so many amazing friends within the Witchcraft community as well, Jade, Sapphire, Josephine, ShyTyger (Char), Shay, Aphrodite, Jasmine, Naamah - just to name a few <3 You guys all rock and are so amazing, and I am so blessed to have you all in my life <3

So yeah. I dunno, just got a lot on my mind, and trying to make sense of all of it. I blame whatever is making my brain so foggy, its messing with my emotions and making me depressed as hell too. Yay Depression.

Hopefully things will start to get better, I'm trying to be an optimist about this... ( Bastille Joke... hah )

So yeah, I'll see you around <3

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cold-arrow · 2 years ago

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Doctor’s Notes, Book 6 part 3

| Suffused with death | Summary, Things of note since last entry:

Chokepoint at the cavern exit what is wrong with Gauntlgrym, the Dragon Heading to Mirrorbar, the band of orcs reasoning, and revelation parting ways for now, Longsaddle preparing for the assault on the stone giants The stone Circle, outnumbered, outdone Two fallen, interrogation. a final promise

| 1 / 8 | Our departure from Gauntlgrym, didn’t really go as planned… It wasnt due to any issues with the guards or anything. we made it out of the gates just fine. It’s when we made to leave the cave entrance back to the surface that… Everything seemed fine at first. Lym was filling Aldrin in on what she had seen, down below in the city. The people puppeteered by these tentacles protruding from their necks. Then, halfway through her sentence, she suddenly started choking or something. At first it seemed like she had just accidently choked on her spit or something. Which didn’t seem that worrying. But it wasn’t a just quick catch in her throat. After a few seconds, she was still choking on something. We tried asking what was wrong. But she couldn’t get enough breath to respond. I was worried that she’d perhaps swallowed a sweet, or berry or something, and It gotten stuck in her throat. And I was about to walk up to her, to try and help, when I suddenly started choking as well. And couldn’t breathe anymore either.

It wasn’t that she was choking on something. For some reason she could no longer breathe, like at all. And now neither could I. I’d already begun panicking a bit when I saw her struggling, but once the breath left my lungs as well, I… didn’t know what to do. Aldrin and Omrick realized that something was very much wrong, Drawing their weapons, and looking for a source. I think Aldrin was the one who noticed something, and began swinging his sword, slashing our way. Something definitely and very much wrong , and it wasn’t just like a deadly gas escaping or anything either.

Something was choking the life out of us. And we couldn’t do anything about it. Whatever it was, it had been able to sneak up on us without noticing, and probably would have killed a lesser person. Or anyone less lucky. But thank the gods, and Illmater that it didn’t prove to be too resilient or tough. For thankfully Aldrin and Omrick were able to dispatch whatever it was with a few swings. After Lym, and I as well, finally caught our breath again. After we could finally breathe once more. Lym told us that, these void like elementals of mists or smoke, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and… started choking and suffocating her. forcing their way into her lungs and consuming all the air until she could no longer draw any breath. By some small mercy, she still was under the effects of Truesight And could at least See what was assailing us. But… I don’t really think that that made it any less terrifying though I imagine. The opposite. If those things show up again. I… don’t know what we’re gonna do. What we can do

if we can’t breath… And they immediately choke the life from us, once the invade our throats and lungs. I’m… not sure if we are gonna stand a chance, against death. I Have to find something that help us next time

Help Lym

I have to think of Something. or invent, or make something… so this wont happen again. If those things are powerful enough, to choke the life out of a person in matter of seconds... Lym was lucky that she withstood them for as long as she did. But still collapsed after Seconds, once they’d forced out, or destroyed all the air inside her. Next time we might not be so lucky. They could incapacitate… or kill her almost instantly. I won’t let that happen again. * Lym told me later, that the reason she fortunately wasn’t outright killed by them, was because of the necklace – The periapt of wound closure that I gave her, a while back. The enchanted liquid within, was able to stabilize her long enough, for us to pull our out of their grasp. And for us to dissipate their forms with a few good hits. Thank The Weave for that. I… had forgotten I’d givin it to her. if it weren’t for its magic, things might have gone a lot differently.

I’d given it to her after the assassination attempt in Waterdeep as a way to hopefully put her mind at ease, should such a thing happen again. I’m relieved, and glad that it finally came in use

| 2 / 8 | | We had some time think over the events at Gauntlgrym. All of us are a lot more on guard now.

Keeping an eye out, just in case. Though I still wonder the hell is wrong, or what’s going on with the city Gauntlgrym. At the very least Angelo doesn’t seem too bothered at the moment, by it all. Or atlesat as far as I can tell. Still his usual jovial self, which – honestly is a nice reprieve from everything. … Had an encounter with a gold dragon, which was… quite terrifying. It wasn’t as big as the blue dragon we once saw at the temple. but that doesn’t mean it was any less terrifying, in any way. And more importantly, the damned lizard, Vaxilanthus or whatever, decided we needed to pray tribute to him. A tithe for keeping people Safe in these parts. From him no less. What the fuck is a gold dragon doing here in this part of the Swordcoast. Where did it come from? I feel like if there usually was a dragon around in these parts, people would know about it. Like with Gnawbone for example. But it just suddenly showed up. Circled above us for a while out in the open plains. And proceeded to scare the shit out of us, and extort us for our possessions. I tried to appease him by giving him one of the Chrysoberyls, That I was still gonna use! to practice with my jeweler’s kit. But it simply Crushed the gem, and threw dust away. saying that “it wasn’t a good enough tribute” or whatever. The greed rotted wyvern. We ended up having to pay him in gold coin until he finally left us alone. About 300 a person. Which none of us were incredibly happy about. We tried being cordial for the most part. Placating. But next time, if they show up again… I’d very much like for them to pay for their Arrogance, and attitude.

| 3 / 8 | past few days have been uneventfull atleast, as we’re making our way to Mirrorbar.

We are still a few days out. But, that is when we once more encountered the band of orcs from before. We did consider simply going around them again. Though, they didn’t really “seem” as hostile, at first glance. So instead we opted to, at the very least get a bit closer and, and kind of assess things from there.

Good thing we did, cause apparently they were hauling several halflings as slaves / prisoners. Which, was definitely questionable. Aldrin took it up upon himself to inquire about their purpose, with the halflings and such, and their affiliation. They were hesitant to divulge at first, saying that it wasn’t really any of our business. But after Aldrin introduced himself, as being part of the LA. And made it clear that he wasn’t gonna have a no for an answer, or dodging of the question. They hesitantly admitted what their dealings and business with the halflings where. ( to be fair, if Aldirn talked to me with that kind of unwavering composure, resolution and sternness… id be hesitant to oppose, or refrain from answering him as well) They explained that they were part of a larger tribe of orcs. But that their tribe was now being held hostage by a group of Stone giants. Which they were now forced to obey, if they wanted their tribe to remain safe. And alive. They were tasked with capturing more people. And in they would in return, they hopefully keep their tribe safe / alive. The halflings that they were pulling with them, were taken from a nearby village. And they were gonna hand them over as... payment. or would serve as the “ransom” that was demanded from them, for the hostages.

I…

Even if they feel like they believed that the Stonegiants would keep their word. And let tribe go. It isn’t really like they had another choice eitherway, that be worth risking disobeying them.

The poor guys. Both of them ; The halflings that were taking from their village. And the Orcs forced to obey the giants. I’m not sure what I would do in their position either.

Aldrin offered them a choice, either let them go. Or Fight us. Or, help us deal with Stone giants, and with our help free their tribe. They were understandably a bit hesitant, but they agreed to help and work together. And take revenge.

However, they don’t really look like they are in the greatest state to fight. All of them seem malnourished and a weak, their weapons rusted and old. So instead Aldrin offered outfit them, to my surprise. And would ask the LA for supplies to help deal with the stone giants threatening this area. It seems that he apparently has several Sending stones, that he has used to communicate with Lady Silverhand in the past. And he will be in touch with her to set up and prepare for an assault.

As for the halfings don’t really seem in a state to fight at all. All of them are elderly and… for some reason actually came along willingly, to my surprise. Sacrificing themselves for the sake of their village. And they are actually kind of alright with everything, and the whole situation. They’re happy to come along as well, and serve as a distraction and play their part as prisoners, should we attack the giants.

There is one problem. they have a deadline. And need to return to the stone giants within a couple of days. Otherwise their tribe is… lost eitherway. So we’ll need to hurry. The giant camp, is by a place called Stone circle? and fortunately inst too far away. But if we take a detour however, and pick up supplies in Longsaddle, it might be risk as to whether we’ll make it in time. So we will have to hurry. And there is second part to the problem as well. Angelo might not be joining us. He has been tasked to deliver a letter to Mirrorbar. And feels obligated to deliver it as soon as possible. By the kings decree I assume. And therefore wants to meet with Mr. Remur sooner rather than later.

So unfortunately we will be parting ways with him for a bit, after all.

We tried to set him up and prepare him for the journey the best we could. Telling him which direction to head. And not to fight Anything, on the way. We also gave him a letter, should any of the guards try to keep him from entering the city. Explaining that they shouldn’t interfere or impede him. For it will provide both a headache and consequences with the LA otherwise. Which, hopefully should be enough. We tried explaining some other tidbits of how to reach the LA place in Mirrorbar. But I don’t know how much of that is gonna stick, if at all. Gods, it feels like talking or sending a child to go on errand sometimes. I wish him luck though.

| 4 / 8 |

We made it to Longsaddle, without further issue. we asked to orcs to wait outside the town just in case. And will be heading towards our meeting with the local LA representative right now.

the meeting went well. And… we got a lot more supplies than I expected. Didn’t realize, how much Aldirn had requested, until we saw the amount of bags and such that were presented to us upon arrival. We… might need some help carrying them. maybe the horses can help? Don’t think we’ll be taking them with us to the stone circle. So I suppose we’ll ask the LA to take of them for us in the meantime.

definitely enough rations though. Both for us, and the band of orcs. Maybe even the rest of their tribe. Hopefully the additional equipment will come in handy.

We informed the LA representative, Dowell Harpell? , of our plan intentions to attack the Stone giant outpost, and the general layout of the situation. They fortunately seemed more than willing to help and were actually quite accommodating. Unfortunately they couldn’t spare any guards to help with our endeavour, since they were already short on people. But they did have a guide to spare. And who might be able help us navigate the area that we’re heading towards. Hopefully we won’t need the extra help from the guards, now that the orcs actually have some proper gear.

Our guide is a curious fellow. A sun coloured older dragonborn, who I think is an retired guard? Definitely has some… sass to him though. And… likes to blow smoke from his pipe into people’s faces. But he seems like a decent sort. Capable. Though not much of fighter anymore, he indicated / admitted.

Hopefully with his help we should be reach the stonegiants without much issue. …

We made it in time for the deadline, for the orcs. We weren’t sure if we’d make it at first, but from our vantage point, we can see, we can see the vague outlines of the stone circle that they described, even with the faint but of starlight illuminating the area.

We are currently setting up a plan of attack. Things aren’t as favourable as we’d like them to be though. We had to hurry to make it in time, and we don’t really have any time left to prepare either. Ideally I would have made some invisibility potions for all of us, if time allowed it. But the orcs had until sunrise, and its already… quite late in the night. Or early in the morning I should say. Nevertheless things do feel… a lot more organized, or orderly / official with Aldrin around. I realize now that, we usually just kind of… winged it? most of the time. But with us now actually discussing a proper plan of attack, The preparation, And supplies. It’s not really hard to notice that Aldrin has been doing this for a while. And has been doing it well too.

After a bit of discussing, we settled on me and Lym going along with prisoners to serve as bait or prisoners. While Omrick and one of the orcs will go in invisible, to kind of flank or liberate the orcs from their tribe while they’re distracted. As for Aldrin, he has accepted to be polymorphed into… something, and be carried by Lym. And will going in, or change back once we launch our assault.

we’re just waiting for the sun to rise, so that most of us can see, and don’t have to worry about a lack of light. Some of the orcs are still a bit worried, and wanted to perhaps go a bit sooner. But I agree with Aldrin, and think it’s the best idea as well. They had until sunrise after all. So they, or we, just have to go in before then.

| 5 / 8 |

We survived. For the most part. things were a mess though. If it weren’t for the orcs aiding us in assault… things would have probably gone south a lot faster. I question sometimes if we don’t have too much on our plate, or are facing too much for us to handle.

I… sincerely hope our future encounters, aren’t as perilous and life threatening as they have been lately.

We infiltrated the camp without problem. The issue however, was that the tribe was nowhere to be found. The band of orcs simply led us in their camp. And the stone giants didn’t really seem to concerned. But there was no trace of where the rest of the tribe were, at least at first glance.

The Stone circle, was made up out of several… Giant stone statues. Or carvings. Each facing on another on opposite sides. With some of the more abstract ones having fallen over. There was an alter of sorts on the far side of the camp, and in the middle was a Large bonfire, where half a dozen stone giants were sitting, resting around the flame…. with several strewn about corpses. And more importantly, three undead frost giants. Which were guarding the entrance and perimeter of the circle.

It wasn’t until halfway through the interaction, between the stone giants and the orcs demanding to see their tribesman now that the had delivered their prisoners…. That I realized, or noticed what the stone giants were eating, and cooking above the flame. Discoloured pieces of… bodies and limbs, charred by the heat. And further in camp, on the far side by the alter, I… noticed a trail of blood, leading further around the corner. Away from the circle and campfire. Yet before I could inform anyone, of… their possible fate. The Stone giants had made up their mind on how to proceed. A unsettling smile carving their faces, as the rest of the tribe clearly wasn’t around. They simply just grabbed their weapons, pulling stone clubs from the very earth and rock below them. And closed the distance, as they advanced on us.

| 6 / 8 |

We didn’t have much time to react, or set up any kind of ambush at all. So we quickly scrambled for our weapons, as both Omrick and our orc friend suddenly charged in from the side. And Aldrin leapt to front, after he crawled out of Lym’s pocket, and changing back to his cervine form as soon as Lym saw them raising their weapons at us.

Omrick managed to distract most of the Stone giants after he’d started kneecapping the first one. But at the same time, he had to face brunt of them by himself, farther down in their camp. While we were preoccupied with facing the Undead Frost giants. I tried attacking them with flame, in hopes that their… necrotic and frozen nature would be susceptible to it. And it luckily it was. But the relief in discovery was short lived, as one of them suddenly just stared down at me, with this Hollow unsettling glow in the now empty sockets of their skull. And… it froze me. down to my very bones, and paralyzed me.

After which I was then knocked back, and knocked down into to the ground within rapid succession, by the earthen magic of the stone giants. While desperately I tried to regain control over my frozen limbs. They might have completely pummelled me into the ground, if it weren’t for Lym coming to our rescue, and summoning this, powerful and visceral display of magic. Calling forth a barrier of radiant blades, that completely eviscerated the dead frost giants surrounding us. Tearing them to shreds in a matter of seconds, as they came into contact with the wall of whirling swords around us, protecting us.

It gave me enough time to regain the strength in my limbs, as Aldrin fended of most of the Stone giants that came our way along with the orcs. But it wasn’t until after barrier of blades had vanished, that it became apparent that Omrick was starting to struggle, as he faced the remainder of the giants. Two of our orcs friends had already falling after the battle had started, but they were still holding strong. But Omrick had been facing to brunt of the Stone giants by himself, and had been risking far too much by having charged in ahead and remaining there for so long.

One of the stone giants, the main one who had been throwing spells and rocks our way, ( and that had somehow managed to stop everything in its tracks, and reappear on the other side of the battlefield) , they seemed to be preparing for another big arcane rune of magic. But before we could stop them, a terrifyingly familiar tremor and rumble within the ground below us, heralded the beginnings… of another earthquake.

As the ground tore apart I watched as one of the giants landed a final blow on Omrick. Following it up with another, just for good measure. After which… he no longer got up.

There was nothing I could for him, as fissures ravaged the earth below us. Tearing it apart, until a ravine split the ground below, And pulled me into its depths… where afterwards, everything went black

The fall must have knocked me out. Everything hurt when I finally opened my eyes again. But the pain was only momentary, as it quickly began to fade. And I caught a glimpse of Lym jumping over the ravine above, brandishing her divine and radiant light to mend our wounds and spirits .

I don’t really know what happened after that… as I anxiously clambered my way out the ravine. The gnawing worry of what might be happening above, tormenting my mind as I downed several potions and elixirs to aid my ascend out of depths of the fissure. To my relief, most of the giants had been brought down. And the remaining orcs were ganging up on the final giant or two. The Stone giant caster had disappeared. And with the help of Aldrin and Lym, they managed to fell the final remaining Stone giant.

| 7 / 8 | But Omrick, he hadn’t gotten back up. As I noticed his form lying still on the ground, I quickly tried to rush to him as fast as I could. Disregarding the terrain, as the adrenaline, and the alchemical concoctions that I’d inbibed, flooded through me veins. My mind now racing at the same speed as my now feet carried me ; Carrying me to his side in but an instant.

He… wasn’t breathing anymore. His grievous wound still bleeding out. I didn’t see any signs of putrefaction just yet. So it wasn’t too late yet to still safe him. However… I hadn’t really done anything like this before. I’d… prepared for it. I had everything ready, and quickly grabbed my supplies and tools and everything I needed. But… I had never tested it before. Never had to the opportunity to do so, or this way, until now. it should work in theory. But… in practice, I wouldn really know until tried.

Revification should works in most cases. as far as I know. But… I didn’t know yet for certain.

I grabbed the syringe I’d made, bigger than my hand. Where within, the adrenaline that I’d prepared and normally use for haste, already filled part of the syringe’s barrel. The second aspect, would be the healing elixir. One of the most potent ones I can currently make. Altered slightly, to react with the diamond I placed within. and somehow causing it to give of a red glow. And finally, the static needle, that I usually use to shock adversaries. Hollowed out so it can deliver the contents of the syringe. And… use it’s shock to defibrillate ones heart, once injected.

I had to be quick though. If brain activity ceases for to long and… I still don’t know how the aspect of the soul comes into play…

from an alchemical standpoint, sulfur usually represent the soul. so I made sure to include that in the process of making the elixirs. And just in case. Even though I had prepared all the components already, a while back. I… I tried saying a prayer over them, just in case.

I quickly poured the diamond infused healing elixir into the syringe, making sure id didn’t spill. Where… upon contact It began to react with yellow mixture of the adrenaline, and alchemical fluid. The resulting reacting, caused an unexpectedly bright red glow, as the diamond began to dissolve. And the vibrant red light, illuminated the space around us. I… braced myself, both apologizing and praying in advance, as I injected the contents of the syringe straight into his heart. I needed to make sure I had enough force to pierce his ribcage, so I jammed the needle into chest the best I could. Making sure to not hold back. I could heal that later if need be. But after a sudden flash of bright red light… his chest finally rose. And to my relief, he drew breath again. I… am almost as much relieved that it worked, as that he's back alive. Though… maybe the latter a bit less, as he punched me in the face for waking him from a dream or whatever. I… don’t know what he was dreaming? about. But he was as grumpy as usual. And surprised that the fight that he dreamt of, was actually real.

| 8 / 8 |

once Omrick was back up, we headed to the others. who were in the process of securing the last giant that they had knocked out in the hopes of interrogating him. Once all of us had surrounded him, Lym used a bit of her healing to bring him back to consciousness. And we started asking him questions. Or at least we tried to. They didn’t really budge. Nor where they scared of us at all. As they didn’t fear death in any way. And while their threats of taking revenge on us in turn, even id we killed them, didn’t really effect us much either. Their promise of making us pay, even after they had passed, and that the longer we stayed here, the worse it would spell for us. They… were still a bit unsettling.

After about a minute or so of our interrogation getting us nowhere, that… is when we suddenly heard a cracking noise behind us. A tearing and crumbling of stone, as one of the larger statues began falling apart, or… moving. One of the Stone, Giant statues.

Something… that I realized earlier and had shared with the others. Is that all the statues here… were in all likelihood, in fact stone giants hibernating.

As long as we didn’t disturb them, they wouldn’t wake up. But… this one had just finished it’s rest, or it’s ascension it seems. And was more than happy take its newfound power out on us. We quickly killed the giant that we had captured. (though it took 2 blows) But all of a sudden, I swear everything just stopped again. The giant that had just woken up had disappeared. Only for it to reappear a moment later an the other side of the circle, ready to face us. And already finished its preparations and spells.

The first of which being: Raise undead. The stone giant we had just killed, began to rise again from below us. And I could swear the corners of it’s lips were curved into a smile. And both of them assaulted us for another exhausting fight. They didn’t last long fortunately, but we were pretty drained afterwards, as it still took quite a bit out of us. The awoken Stone giant was luckily the first to fall. And to my amazement, Lym managed to take care of the other one, with just a single spell (?) of sorts

After a prayer, through which she summoned her divine light from the weave. She, turned the undead. Causing it to flee in fear ironically enough. And it didn’t turn back either. The sheer divinity of the power she summoned in order to abjure them, was strong to prevent them from being able to resist it. And enough to cause it just keep on running away. A bit worried as to where it was running to, as it was roughly heading towards the same direction as the halflings and our guide. We quickly went up to check on them. but fortunately, all of them were alright. Though I guess there is a undead stone giant on the loose now. Which im not sure what we can do about. And there is still the matter of the remaining “statues” of stone giants, who are still slumbering. there are still about 6 more “statues” , and im not really sure what we’re gonna do about those

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junqkook · 6 years ago

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this is the cutest thing ever omg look its me in a (much cuter) anime form.

i was tagged by: @caramelkth @minstrivia @holysuga @jeonshome @httpjeon @nambewb @njssi @kinktae and @hoseokiehopie, thank u my loves for showing me ur cute lil gals.

i’ll tag: @jincherie @cherrynochu @yminie @gimmesumsuga @cinnaminsvga @carrotgguk @gukgalore @gukyi @personawife @kooksea @shelive-shelove and @srwbrycke

make your own here!!

#lyannatags #+ anyone else that wants to do it pls feel free!!!#this is so adorable im scream #at first it wasnt showing up for me but thankfully it did after a few hours lmao #also u don’t have to do this ofc #not bts #yaratags

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thefairygodmonster · 3 years ago

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Hey I really enjoy what you do, and I'm willing to ask you something! It's been my dream for awhile to become a character designer/storyboard artist since the beginning of highschool. I draw as much as possible, but I'm usually not satisfied with what I make, and I'm wondering I'm going about this dream right. I guess my question is, how did you achieve your dream?

I can relate. In highschool I drew a lot because I loved drawing! But there were a few things I really needed to learn before achieving my dream and they werent what I thought they'd be.

And hope youre ready for a long post because this stuff is sometimes complicated!

Up until the end of college and even after that I worked under the assumption that if I drew enough and drew well enough I'd eventually land a gig by having a strong portfolio alone. However its important to remember that working in this industry is: 1) A job with certain requirements that need to be met and- 2) collaborative which means its going to be very hard to go about this alone but also- 3) Dont lose yourself in pursuit of a job.

Regarding the first part. I thought being a good draftsman alone would get me in. I wasnt really paying attention to what goes into the field I was trying to get into. I focused mostly on character acting which is what I loved most but sorta ignored the fact that storyboards also require things like characters being in backgrounds, strong composition, and knowledge of picking good shots to tell a story. I had to step outside of my comfort zone and learn those things. I didnt have to be the best at them but I had to know enough to make it look believable. (Meaning, dont beat yourself up too much, nothing has to be perfect) Point being, research the job you want to do, find out how the animation pipeline works and what is expected of you in the position you want. If you dont know whats expected of you, it can be harder to tailor your portfolio to display the skills that recruiters want to see.

Secondly

You're going to be a part of a team so its important to make connections and be a person people will want to work with. I dont mean you have to change yourself entirely to fit in. But it helps to have social skills that show you're cooperative and nice to be around.

You may have heard about how this industry has a lot of nepotism. Thats not wrong, and it may suck to hear. But in a high stress team oriented job, you dont wanna work with people who will treat you like shit, so people are more likely to recommend you or seek you out if they know youre a good person to work with. I wasnt the most social person in highschool or college. I had a small group of friends and stuck to them. Nothing wrong with that but I was a bit...rusty with interacting with people outside that. You have to learn things like how to compromise, do things that others may want to do but you dont. It can be hard, especially if like me, you're neurodivergent, but its still important.

Not everyone is fortunate to be able to meet industry people in person but thankfully the internet has discord servers and other online spaces to try and interact with people. But PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD do not approach people to make a connection solely for a job. People smell that shit a mile away. Instead just, try to be yourself and be kind, make genuine connections with people when possible. Which leads me to my last point.

DONT LOSE YOURSELF

I've given a lot of information that may seem contradictory and hey, this shit isnt easy to navigate and Im still learning. Somewhere in the second step I sorta lost track of what I liked, what I wanted to do, I really became stuck on being someone I thought other people in the industry would like. I changed my art style and what I drew to better suit what I thought would be well liked. I did enjoy trying new things but eventually I was just trying to impress some anonymous blob and felt overwhelmd. I really felt like a failure as a person and an artist.

If people told me my art was so good, why couldnt I get a job?

My portfolio had examples of it from things I'd done in freelance but still no major job. I was about to give up when I was ghosted after a test I was proud of. After a really bad depressive episode I just decided to make a storyboard about fairy. Something simple but fun. I hadnt drawn a lot of my dreamons and shared them in a while so it felt nice to return to the things I liked. After finishing that personal board I put it up and thats when I started to get bites from studios.

I'll share with you what I've heard from many industry artists interviews. You need to have your own voice. It may be tempting to try and emulate someone else. (for ex. I saw a lot of people really try to replicate glen keanes work) and its okay to be inspired but if your work is nothing more than an imitation of someone else then studios would probably rather just get that person. You are an individual! You have your own experiences and likes and maybe they overlap with other things (thats okay) but try to bring your voice to the table. That also helps with the above in helping people get to know you. My shit is weird whacky zany squishy stuff and I'm happy to be getting back into it full swing. Also remember everyone's journey is totally different. Try not to compare your progress with others, it'll drive you nuts. Also remember this is just my personal experience. If you ask this question of others you're likely to get a million different responses, so take my words with a grain of salt!

#super long #but hope it helps someone #I tend to overexplain

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messrmoonyy · 3 years ago

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same anon here that asked for the remus returning thing, sorry for the confusion i meant like after he gets back but they aren’t back together yet and there are those few days we’re dora is kinda cold and distant just to protect herself and remus is doing whatever he can :)

My girl Dora ain’t no doormat, no way was she letting him get away with treating her like that and just forgive him immediately. Remus did some grovelling for sure.

Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: none

You can find all my other writing on my masterlist and remember my ask box is always open, I love any and all requests so please do send them my way!

Tonks woke up to the sound of quiet clattering, a scent of sausages and bacon and eggs. Fresh pastries and pumpkin juice. She opened one eye but the bedroom door was closed still, the other side of the bed as cold as it had been for the last month and a half. Ever since Remus had returned to her he’d been sleeping on the sofa, still trying to even come to terms with being able to look at him in the eye. Never mind sleep beside him. She had said she’d sleep on the sofa at first. It was his home after all, who was she to make him sleep on the sofa in his own home? But he’d insisted she take the bed.

She had deliberated moving to her parents. She knew that would be the eventual outcome anyway, they weren’t exactly in the position for her to just waltz into st Mungos to give birth. But the thought of staying with her mother fussing for longer than necessary wasnt all that appealing. So she had stayed put and waited for Remus. And now he was on the sofa until she finally shifted the last of her hurt.

She still loved him, of course she did. But she couldn’t shake the purely painful feeling of betrayal. He had come back so she guessed she should have been relieved. But it was the fact that he had ran in the first place. The fight had been bitter, his words stinging her like acid, biting at her, beating her down until she felt completely worthless. She’d never heard him say such things. She didn’t know he had it in him. He’d always been such a gentle soul, she’d only heard him raise his voice once or twice. But everyone has a breaking point, everyone snaps. And he had. At her.

She’d never known he could muster words so cruel. Didn’t know his usually gentle face could twist into such hatred. Didn’t know he could look at as if he could barely stand to be within ten feet of her, when he so often only looked at her with adoration.

He’d come back quite literally begging for her forgiveness, down on his knees and finding every and any word he could to try and prove how sorry he was. She had let him back because she loved him. Because she was carrying their child. But she hadn’t forgiven him. And she wasn’t about to anytime soon she guessed. No matter how hard he was trying to win her back around.

He kept leaving her gifts, there was a constant supply of fresh flowers for her every morning. She had ignored them at first, leaving them on the kitchen counter to wilt and die. He’d started placing them in a vase now. Sometimes it was breakfast- like it seemed to be that morning from the smell. Fresh pastries on the pillow when she went to bed, chocolate frogs in her sock drawer, copies of the quibbler because she liked the comic pages, the list was never ending. She couldn’t lie that she liked his grovelling, it was really the least he could do after all he’d said to her. And she felt she deserved to have him pay for what he’d done.

She sat up in bed and sighed to herself, glancing over at the small box beside the bed that held her wedding ring. She’d thrown it in his face the night he’d left her, it landing somewhere at their feet in the front garden. She’d not even been sure on where it had landed. It had appeared on her pillow a few days after Remus had come back and she wondered if he’d actually taken it with him when he ran. Or if he’d just searched for it when he returned. She’d shoved it in the box and not touched it since. She wished she could’ve gone back to the wedding day. He’d been so happy. She’d been so happy. Her mother would’ve hated the wedding, but that had made almost a little more enjoyable. It wasn’t even the slightest part traditional.

A tiny church in what felt like the coldest part of Scotland going. Some strangers they’d met a few hours before in a local pub as witnesses, no big crowds of guests. No fancy white dress. She’d worn her boots and the nicest dress she could find in her wardrobe back home. Her bouquet had been some flowers nicked from someone’s front garden, one of which she’d pinned to Remus. It wasn’t perfect in anyone else’s eyes, but it was to her. To him. They’d shared their own vows, been bound together by magic and love and hope. They’d danced all night, stayed up until the sun rose sat up on a cliff over looking the sea. And of course the stumbled walk back to their B&B over the pub, the event that had inevitably created the tiny person residing inside her now. And that was that.

But the Remus that had shouted at her, told her that they had no choice but to her rid of the abomination they had created… that didn’t feel like the Remus she had married. She didn’t recognise that man. That wasn’t her Remus. That wasn’t the man she loved, had married, had given up everything for. He was a stranger to her.

She got dressed then, not wanting to fall into the hole of longing for Remus again and put herself in a bad mood, before leaving the bedroom. Remus was stood in the kitchen and smiling at her as she opened the bedroom door. The bedroom was the only place in the house that offered her privacy, the rest being tiny and open plan. She spent most of her time in there just lately and thankfully for her, he often left her to it. The bedroom being almost out of bounds to him. He hadn’t stepped foot in there since coming back.

“ good morning Dora “ he greeted quietly and she shook her head at him, raising a hand and pointing at his face.

“ no. I told you already. You don’t get to call me that now “ he looked down at the floor for a moment and nodded. He looked like a kicked puppy but she told herself she didn’t care. He deserved to hurt like she had. He did.

“ right. I’m sorry. Tonks “ he cleared his throat awkwardly and gestured to the table “ I. I have breakfast for you. I have to nip out to the Weasleys for a while but there’s more food in the fridge for you if that isn’t to your liking “ she sniffed and turned her head away from the table. She didn’t know why but his kindness just made her mad. Like a switch flicked inside of her.

“ and you’ll return this time? Or planning another week away? “ he sighed and ran a hand through his hair “ need another chat with Harry so you? Listen to a child’s advice but not your own wife right? “

“ Dora ple- “

“ no! “ she hadn’t completely intended to shout but she had. She closed her eyes, balling her hair into fists and tried to get rid of her sudden lack of calm. She could feel angry tears burning behind her eyelids and she blamed her messed up hormones. She refused to cry in front of him again. Refused to show the hurt he was still causing her weeks after her left “ just. Just go the Weasleys. Go on “ he hesitated for a moment and gave a small nod.

He knew better than to argue with her now. Knew it would get him no where.

“ just. Please make sure you eat something. It’s not good for the b- “

“ don’t stand there and pretend you care “ she snapped “ don’t “

“ Tonks I do. I do care I have apologised I don’t know what else I- “

“ if you cared you wouldn’t have left “ there was silence then. So quiet it was almost painful. But she felt like twisting the knife, plunging it deeper and drawing out as much agony as she could. She wanted him to hurt like she had, to feel the pieces of his heart shatter inside his chest, splinter his lungs so it felt as though no air could reach him. Make him feel how she had “ I am only here because unfortunately for me. You are the father of my baby. I don’t care how much you apologise. I will never forgive you Remus Lupin. Never “

The words burnt her own throat as she spoke them, and regret seeped into her chest. But she stayed firm. Refused to cry. Refused to feel guilty. He deserved it.

She had clearly struck a nerve. His eyes swam with pain, his hands hanging limply at his side. Defeated. Hurt. She’d won that round.

“ I don’t know how many time I can apologise “ he said weakly “ I know it’ll never come close to repairing what I did but- “

“ please. Just go to the Weasleys “ she said with a sigh and turned away from him as her tears finally fell. She didn’t want him to see. She closed her eyes. gripping onto the kitchen counter so her knuckles turned white. She heard movement behind her and the front door opening.

“ please make sure you eat “ he said softly before the front door closed and she dropped down to her knees, letting her tears run freely. Her body wracked with sobs

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When Remus had been on the sofa for 2 months, and Tonks was finally starting to pass the phase of just looking a little fat, to actually looking pregnant, nearing her 4th month. She had started to become a little more forgiving. She had started to sit with him at breakfast again, didn’t shut down every single conversation he tried to start with her, sat beside him when he read by the fire in the evenings. Though she always left a fair space between them.

She found she’d started to miss him greatly. Trying to deal with how much her body was changing on her own wasn’t exactly the most fun thing. Remus was still piling her with as much affection as he could, even though she still wasn’t particularly receptive to it. But she had to admire his determination.

“ Nymphadora. I was wondering if I could have a word “ she turned to face him as she toed off her boots, having only just gotten home from a trip to see her parents “ please. If you would “ she hung up her jacket and nodded, walking over to him as he gestured towards the table where a small yellow gift bag was sat.

She sat down at the small table, it had an old copy of the prophet folded up under one leg to stop it from wobbling, but it still moved slightly when she picked up the gift bag.

“ you can’t buy my forgiveness “ she stated, not looking inside the bag “ I told you that already Remus. I can’t be bought “ he gave a small nod, clasping his hands tighter.

“ yes. I know. I do. Just- please “ he nodded towards the bag and she hesitated but sighed before pulling at the ribbon and pulling out the tissue paper. She froze when her figures fell upon a soft cotton and she realised what was in the bag. She pulled it out, dropping the bag to the floor “ I wasn’t- I wasn’t sure on the size or- it’s like Hufflepuff, you see? Of course I couldn’t get an official one. It was a muggle shop and I had to be quite quick I didn’t want to risk anything. I mean I had options of course but- “

“ Remus “ she cut him off. It was a babygrow. It was a pastel green with a badger embroidered on the chest. It was the first piece of clothing their child had. She hadn’t exactly had the best of opportunities to go shopping down Diagon alley for some herself.

“ Dora “ he tried her nickname again for the first time in weeks and this time she didn’t chastise him for it “ I know I’ll never be able to take back what I said. But as I told you when I returned. I had time to think. And these past months I’ve been thinking too “ he reached out gingerly for her hand and when she didn’t pull away he gently took it in both of his “ all I ever wanted was a normal life. A normal family. And now… now I have that chance. With the woman I love and. And our child “

“ and what if he’s not… ‘ Normal ‘. If he’s different. I’d hes half werewolf. Or full. Or. In between “ she was getting a little tense with her words again and she tried her best to remain calm. She was finally getting a truthful and meaningful opinion from Remus on the matter. She should be thankful for that. Even with the betrayal still poking the back of her mind occasionally.

“ then I’ll love him all the same. He’ll be could be born with four legs and 5 arms, two heads. No magic at all. I’d still love him. Because we made him Nymphadora. You and I. And I…. I never thought I’d get that. I never believed I’d be a father. A husband. Now I have that opportunity and I see how much of a fool I was to try and throw that away “ he squeezed her hand gently, his thumb rubbing circles over her knuckles in a soothing way. She knew him well enough to know when he was lying to her. And he wasn’t now.

“ let’s deal with the possible moon situation before we worry about any extra limbs shall we? “ she said with a small smile and watched as he seemed to relax every muscle in his body, his worries that she wouldn’t accept his apologies slipping away “ I won’t forgot what you said to me. And to him “ she placed her free hand on her stomach as she spoke “ but you’re his dad. Nothing is going to change that. And the world really fucked up right now. Like. Really. And so we have to protect him. Love him more than we can even think about “ Remus nodded.

She refused to let the world ruin her baby, refused to let him be warped into a life of terror and fear. Of feeling outcast and alone like his father had. Remus stood up then and knelt down in front of her.

“ I love you Nymphadora. And I love him… or her “ she smiled slightly as he placed a gentle hand over hers that was still cradling her bump. Remus’ acceptance suddenly made it feel all the more real. In just 4 months they’d have a baby. A real one. Screaming and crying and laughing. A most innocent thing born into a world on the brink of disaster. And somehow her and Remus had to keep him safe. And kind. And loved. They weren’t exactly the most functional of couples so it was no doubt that their family wouldn’t be either. But they��d make it work. They would.

Werewolf or not.

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It was another week after that that she finally caved. The talk had most definitely been the turning point. And she’d kissed him again that evening for the first time in months. Was actually letting him touch her again without recoiling. Though he was still on the sofa.

Though December had well and truly arrived. The cold weather setting her into an almost constant chill, the old cottage not offering much in terms insulation. And she missed having him wrapped around her. He was always warm. And didn’t complain when her cold hands found there way under his shirt in the night to warm up. She also just missed him. Just him. Her Remus. The man she’d fallen in love with. She wanted him back beside her, his slow breaths on her neck in the night, his legs tangled with hers. Even the way his facial hair scratched at her when they kissed. She just missed him.

So it was almost no surprise to her when she found herself slipping out of bed, the coldness of the stone floor seeping through her socks and chilling her already numb feet some more. She opened the bedroom door slowly to see if he was awake or not.

He was in the armchair, a book on his lap. Clearly having not planned to sleep there, he’d have a sore neck in the morning that was for certain. She grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and silently walked over to him. The fire was crackling in the hearth, immediately warming her up. She moved the book careful not to lose his page, before climbing into his lap in its place. She wrapped the blanket around them, bring her legs up and resting her head on his chest. One more month gone and she didn’t think she’d be able to manage that. She wasn’t the tallest or biggest of people. So her bump was still pretty small. But she loved it all the same.

Remus stirred slightly and made a small noise of confusion to wake up and find Dora on his lap. He opened his eyes fully, his eyelids heavy with sleep.

" Dora? "

" go back to sleep " she whispered and felt him give a small nod as his hand tentatively wrapped around her, like he was still unsure if he was allowed to touch her or not. She snuggled in a little closer to him as if to say it was okay and he fully wrapped around her, pulling the blanket up to her chin. It felt right to be in his arms like that again. They’d snuggled on the sofa the day before. But not as… intimate as this. It felt normal again. Like she belonged there.

" why did you- "

" I was just cold " she cut him off, ignoring the way his raspy sleep filled voice made her melt. She was trying to show that she was still just that little bit mad at him. But she couldn’t deny that she missed him. That yes she was still hurt, that she might always been. But nothing could compare to the amount that of love she had for him. Still. Even after all he’d done. No one would ever come close to the way she felt for Remus Lupin.

" right " She lifted her head for a moment to find he was already looking at her. And she couldn't help herself. Because time was precious now. And she was wasting it being angry all these months later. She slipped a hand up to cup his face before pulling him in to kiss her. He seemed a little surprised at first, his lips frozen for a moment before they opened to capture her own. But she didn't blame him because she was too. She hadn’t planned for that night to be that night she let go of the final part holding her back.

" this isn't me forgiving you " she said against his lips once they pulled apart. Half joking. Half not.

" I know " he seemed quite truthful with that. Like he understood her thinking. Maybe he did.

" good "

" good " she kissed him again and found herself shifting in his lap, slipping a leg either side of him. Because she was mad at him, she was really. But she loved him more. Missed him more. Needed him more. And soon she was unbuttoning his trousers and bunching up her sweatshirt- that was actually his- around her waist, rolling her hips against him until she was panting out his name, gripping the back of the armchair so hard she was surprised she didn’t splinter the wooden frame.

They stayed on the armchair even after Remus had cleaned them up, trying to keep the warmth of the fire in her body, trying to share Remus’ own body heat.

" Remus " she said when she was certain he was just dropping off, her head against his chest. Heading his heart beating felt like home. The familiar sound she had so often fallen asleep to. Comforting.

" I know. This isn't you forgiving me " he mumbled, hurt tinging his words.

" actually I was going to say that I love you "

" oh. Oh right... I love you too. You know I do " his arms tightened slightly around her and she let herself calm to the sound of his heart. She waited again until she felt him slackening with sleep to speak again, a slight mischief in her tone.

" oh and Remus? This isn't me forgiving you "

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violetnotez · 4 years ago

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Its Chirstmasssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!! I finished this up all last night, so I hope this is at least coherent!

This is for the BNHA Hangout Christmas Collab! Here is a link to future masterpost for the fics for the event!

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Shoto x reader | one shot

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: cussing

Synposis: When Shoto realizes you’ve been particularly lonely without him during the holiday season, he decided to get you an extra special gift

the music collection | buy me a ko-fi! | requests open for haikyuu+jujutsu kaisen

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“Shoto-do you really have to go?”

You asked, a pout on your lips as you gazed at your boyfriend.

You were still cuddled up in your shared bed, the heat from Shoto’s skin already dissipating out of the sheets.

You pursed your lips, sitting up crossed leg as You watched him slide each button of his shirt sleeve into their slots, his washed, bi colored hair slightly wet from his shower.

“You know it’s not fair to look that good and then just leave,” you gave him a fake, stern look, earning a small smirk from the man.

He continued working up the shirt, looking sleek yet-well-delicious.

Shoto was just too handsomr for his own good-sharp jawline, perfect skin, piercing bi colored eyes, not to mention his amazing body….sometimes you had to wonder how you were able to get such a flawless man to end up with you.

He finished with his other sleeve, peeking a look at you as he slicked his hair back with his right hand, the strands mixing and framing his face perfectly,

why’d he have to look that good?

“It’s not as if I want to leave, dear-but I do have work,”

You cuddled deeper into the sweatshirt you were wearing, your hands dissappearing in the sleeves.

“But you’re always working-you cant take one day off?”

Shoto chuckled at your obvious neediness, making his way over to where you were sitting. He leaned across the bed to be in front of your sulking form, brushing a piece of your bed head from your face as he laid a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Evil doesn’t take a day off love,”

“Why do you always have to be so-so stoic all the time,” You giggled, playfully placing your hand on his chest and pushing him back.

Even though you and Shoto had been living together for over a year now, it never ceased to amaze you how much the man worked. After working at an agency after UA, Shoto had been incredibly busy-and being the #3 hero, you could see why. If it wasn’t a late night call, he was patrolling, interviewing sidekicks, training, teaching students on their hero studies, interviewing with magazines….he always had something to do.

You couldn’t get mad at him though-he had warned you in the beginning, but you were also accustomed to the hero life as well- well, somewhat.

You had gone to UA to be part of the hero suit course, and had become suit designer for the top heroes (hence how you met Shoto). You witnessed day in and day out how difficult it truly was to be a hero, even if you weren’t one yourself, so you didn’t mind when Todoroki was gone all the time. Yes, it got lonely at times, especially during the holiday season, but you made sure to keep a smile on for him.

“Don’t forget, I did take Christmas off,” Shoto gave you a small grin, his bicolored eyed searching to please you.

You smiled back, your heart thumping out of your chest as you poked him gently in the chest.

“After I asked you too,” you corrected, a teasing tone in your voice.

-And thank god too, I would have so lonely by myself,” you tried to chuckle at your remark, making the situation light.

Shoto knew you too well though-something about your voice didnt sound as happy and light as before. When you joked with him, your laughs were more cheerful and your smile was brighter-but something about you right now felt strange...as if you were holding something back from him.

Shoto’s grin turned into concern, his digits cupping your cheeks gently and guiding your eyes to look at his.

“Have you been feeling lonely lately?” He asked bluntly, your eyes growing wide.

Man-you couldn't hide anything from him.

You chuckled nervously, looking to the side, guilt beginning to fill your chest.

“I-I, no, it’s fine, really, I was only kidding,” you chuckled, your voice taking on a higher pitch.

“You don’t seem to be kidding,” Shoto bite the side of his lip, trying his best to make eye contact with you, “if you want to tell me something, you don’t have to be afraid.”

“Be afraid of the number three hero-“ You rolled your eyes playfully, a soft smirk on your lips, “-never.”

Shoto gave a small grin, worry still in his eyes. He knew something was strange about you lately, the way you seemed to be always craving for him. He hated to admit it, it boosted his ego somewhat to have you were so desperate for his touch- but he knew it wasnt healthy for you to be always missing him.

With him being a pro hero, he had quite alot more duties than most could imagine- which sadly left little for him to indulge in his own personal life. Shoto felt deeply lucky to have someone like you who understood his busy schedule, never batting an eye when he had to cancel yet another date or leave you by yourself on countless nights...but it still left a gnawing sensation of guilt sitting in his stomach.

“Im fine Shoto,” your voice broke into his thoughts, your tone gentle and sweet like a sun kissed cloud, “really.”

Shoto sighed, his thick lashes fanning his cheek. You were stubborn at times, especially when you wanted to reassure him-which only affirmed that you really werent feeling all that great as you said you were. But Shoto didnt want to push it any further- maybe you were really okay, and he was overthinking it….and he was going to be late if he didnt leave soon-

“Go kick some ass for me, kay?”

you gave him a wide smile, placing another quick kiss on his lips.

Shoto blinked a few times, a rush of adrenaline filling his body as he felt your skin against his. His lips tingled from the agonizingly quick touch-he took it upon him to give you a deeply intense kiss, the rush making you breathless.

Shoto pulled away, his eyes having the rarest glint of mischief as he stared back into yours

“Of course love,”

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“Ya ready Shoto?” You grinned, your body snuggled into your comfiest pair of pajamas and your fingers warmed by a hot cup of cocoa.

Christmas Day has finally came, and thankfully, Shoto kept his promise-he would be staying the whole day with you with no interruptions.

You were just so excited to finally have one day to selfishly love your boyfriend, and on a holiday too!

The room almost felt surreal-it was early morning, the Christmas tree you two decorated light up like a Star, class Christmas music playing in the background, homemade cookies littering the apartment in a sweet aroma and the room in a romantic warm haze of lights.

It just felt so unbelievable perfect and comfortable, Shoto looking sheepishly excited and nervous.

“I think you should go first,” you smiled up at him as he sat down next to you, black coffee snuggled into his hand (in a DynaMIGHT mug, of course gifted to him by the hero himself).

Shoto bit his lip, seemingly trying to hide a smile as he set his mug down on the coffee table.

“Not to be rude love,” he grinned, his hands gently grabbing a large box from under the tree. The paper was a shiny golden hue, snowflakes on the paper reflecting like glitter from the lights on the tree. He slide the box against the wooden floor, being strangely gentle with the contents.

“But my gift cant wait.”

Your eyebrows were knitted together, a confused grin on your lips.

The box was pretty big-what did he get you now?

Shoto never seemed to give you endlessly expensive gifts, having no concept of what was considered fancy or exorbitant- trips to places you could only dream of, hefty amounts of clothes and jewelry, merchandise from your favorite shows...hell you had to talk him out of buying you a car one time-this guy would drop anything to get you whatever you wanted.

And that made you guilty as hell whenever he did-so what did he give you this time around?

Your mind was racing as you looked at the box, trying to read whatever he was thinking about on his face.

“I swear to god Shoto if you bought me that expensive gaming system-“

He chuckled at your obviously guilty face, shaking his head as he smiled.

“No, no it’s nothing like that-“ he said, giving you a mischievous grin, “I think you’ll like it much better than that.”

You blinked a few times, your mind going completely blank.

What could be better than a PS5, Xbox, or Switch?

You looked down at the box, feeling strangely nervous as you obeyed Shoto’s wishes, slowly opening the top lid….until it rustles.

The box.

Moved on its own.

You squeaked out in surprise, your hands slamming the barely opened lid back down and looking at Shoto for help.

He had never seen you look so adorably confused in his life, a rosy hue on his cheeks as he looked at you with a loving expression.

“It’s okay,” he whispered reassuringly as he wrapped his hands nervously around yours.

You felt him guide your hands up, you both now lifting the lid off the large box.

Shoto took it and placed it gently on the ground, sitting back to watch you look into the box.

The box rustled again, your mind so utterly confused….what could make a box do that?

“Shoto I-“ you tried to ask, but all he did was nod to the box, signaling for you to just look.

You did as you were told, getting on your knees to peer inside…

A gasp left your lips, your heart beating out of your chest as you looked inside at the sweet little baby kitten playing with their bowl of yarn in the box.

“Hi baby,” you cooed in awe at the little baby, your hands scooping them out and snuggling them to your chest.

They were so soft and warm, their fur as white as a snowball with rosy pink paws.

“Oh my god-Shoto-you really didn’t- are they really-?” You were in such a state of shock, you couldn’t seem to form any coherent words as you looked at your sheepish boyfriend.

“I-I didn’t know exactly what to get you...but after seeing how much you missed me throughout the day, I thought it was fitting to get you a companion for when I’m gone,” he smiled, his digits nervously fidgeting in his lap as he waited for your approval.

You petted the little creature on your chest, it’s big doe eyes staring at you with such confusion you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Shoto…it’s perfect,” you smiled at your boyfriend, leaning in to plant him a kiss on his lips.

You giggled at his expression, clearly not expecting your show of affection as his cheeks turned a fiery red.

“I-I’m glad to here that,”

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legoshi-plz · 4 years ago

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Dude if it’s horny hour can we do one with Louis. Like maybe his s/o went into heat for the first time with him. Maybe she’s a carnivore and this is his first time dealing with a carnivore in heat

Okay hold up I absolutely LOVE THIS wtf why didn’t I get to this sooner!?!?! Also this started off as headcanons and somehow just naturally morphed into a fic??? I liked both haves so I just kept it!

Warning: Smut (N/SFW 18+)

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- Louis is an Alpha in this scenario but the catch is he’s a Herbivore Alpha!Male which is pretty Apex (idk if I’m using that word right??) amongst Herbivores but still nowhere near Carnivore Alphas if you catch my drift.

- So his significant other is a Carnivore Omega! And so far in the relationship, you’ve been on suppressives to deal with your heat. Which is what most Omegas do because it’s just easier that way.

- Well things have been a little hectic in your life lately. You’d recently moved in with Louis since you were practically over there constantly anyway and somewhere during the move you’d misplaced your suppressants. At the time you didn’t think it was a big deal since your heat was still a couple of weeks away.

- You went to your doctor, hoping to just get a refill be on your way but of course doctors never believe Omegas and denied your request, saying you had to fill out a Lost Claim form, and wait for it to be approved and whatnot, a process that would take weeks. You filled out the form you knew deep down it wasn’t going to go through in time.

- So you began mentally preparing yourself. You knew you couldn’t involve Louis in this. You loved him with all of your heart but he was still a Herbivore. You couldn’t control yourself during your heats, it was dangerous for him to even be in the same vicinity as you, let alone try to help you with it.

- You also knew asking one of your Carnivore Alpha friends to help you out was a no go. Louis was still an Alpha in his own right and like most Alphas, he wore his pride on his sleeve. That in combination with his Shishigumi position, he’d have any animal that tried to assist you killed. No, you would definitely just have to handle this on your own.

- Your old apartment, though pretty barren except for the furniture that came with it, was where you’d have to tough this out. Thankfully, your lease wasn’t up until the end of the month so it was the perfect place to isolate yourself.

- The day your heat was due to start, you waited until Louis left for work then you skipped out with a duffle bag full of everything you’d need to survive the next couple of days. You knew you should texted Louis to let him know you were okay but you didn’t trust him not to double back so you left an old school handwritten note on his pillow that read “Be back in a few days.”

- Needless to say when Louis came home to find that, along with some of your things missing, he automatically assumed the worst. Were you leaving him? What had he done so awful that you needed physical space and time away from him? Were you in trouble? Were you... cheating on him? The last thought threw him into an utter rage and he immediately began blowing up your phone only for it to go straight to an automated messaging system.

- Louis began to panic, he called in a few connections and eventually discovered you’d been seen entering your old apartment earlier this week. Without a second thought, Louis grabbed his car keys and was at your place in no time flat.

- The second he opened the door, he was overwhelmed with your scent. This was far more intense than any heat he’d ever experienced with a Herbivore and almost instantly triggered his rut.

- He found you curled up in your old bedroom in a flimsy, barely thrown together nest, clutching your abdomen in pain. He immediately picked you up and carried you down to his car.

- “There’s no way I’m letting you ride out your heat in that pathetic excuse of a nest.” Louis grumbled, buckling you into the front seat. As he himself climbed into the drivers seat and drove off, he thought the pain of your situation would keep you preoccupied until the two of you arrived home. He was mistaken.

- The entire drive home, you were pawing him through his clothes, trying to convince him to take you right then and there. Getting you inside wasn’t any easier as you kept trying to rip his clothes off of him. By the time he threw you on the bed, you were full on begging him to ruin you.

- Louis wanted you so badly but he was hesitant. There was a reason you’d gone through such essesive lengths to avoid having him help you through your heat. You’d lied to him, holed yourself up in your old empty place, even endured this physical pain alone just to avoid asking him for help. A small part of him felt hurt. Perhaps you didn’t want him to breed you after all...

- Louis pushed his own feelings to the side. You were in agony and you needed relief, and he was the only one who could provide that for you now. So without further to do, he stripped you of your clothes, your feverent hands rushing to help him.

- The second you spread your legs for him, Louis could feel his resolve crumbling as the scent of your hormones flooded his senses. It was a beautiful smell, so sweet and mouthwatering it made him physically groan in hunger.

- He brought two fingers to your lips, shoving them in your mouth roughly. “Suck.” You followed his orders immediately, whining when he removed them. He made up for it immensely though, when he slid them inside your aching entrance one at a time.

- He fingerfucked you into a sobbing mess, begging him for more, meanwhile he was fighting the onslaught of his own rut tooth and nail. Despite his best efforts, it still kicked in with brute force, his entire body igniting in passion.

- He wanted to take the noble route, he really really wanted to take the noble route but him jerking himself within an inch of his life while pumping you with his fingers just wasnt cutting it. He needed to be inside you and he needed it now.

- He pulled you on top of him so that you could dictate the pace and at least have some semblance of control. That was his downfall.

- You sank right onto him, riding him like mad while clawing at the fur of his chest. Louis tried getting you to slow down by steadying your hips but it was a fruitless effort. You were consuming him completely, your soft walls sucking him in greedily. You were so tight, Louis knew he didn’t stand a chance at lasting with you and he was right. Louis came immediately, his knot locking into place within you.

- You shuddered on top of him, the tightness of his knot stretching your core finally slowing you down. Louis sat up some, adjusting himself so that he could suckle you, taking your oversensitive, engorged nipples into his mouth.

“Feeling better?” He asked switching to the other neglected nipple. Your eyes seemed to finally lose the clouded haze they possessed earlier and you looked like you could actually concentrate with his knot locked deep inside you. Louis knew he didn’t have long before the swell went down and the two of you were back at it again, slaves to your own hormones.

“Louis, baby, I’m so sorr-“

“Save it Y/N. Just... just tell me why you ran,” Louis asked so you explained the entire situation to him and how you didn’t want to hurt him in case you lost control. Louis listened intently, not saying a word the entire time. Once you finished, he simply hummed in acknowledgment that he’d heard you before sliding you off of him. You hadn’t even noticed that his knot had ceased its swelling enough for you two to separate.

“We’re going to have a serious conversation about this once we’re in our right minds.” Louis said digging in the closet for something, then returning with a silk tie the two of you had implemented in the bedroom previously on more than one occasion. “But for now, I’m about to show you just how much you could never hurt me.”

“However, before we do this, you have to tell me how you want it. Rut or not, I have enough self control to back off if you tell me to,” Louis said sincerely yet you could tell by the way his dick was already standing at full attention this was harder for him than he let on. “If you don’t want me, or if you think I won’t be.... enough, then I-”

“Louis that’s not the case at all! Of course I want you! In any capacity! But not if there’s a chance that I’ll.... th-that I could....”

“Y/N, look at me,” you did and it was as beautiful a sight as always. Despite his herbivore status he was far from fragile, his frame filling out in adulthood to showcase the power and authority male deer held in the animal kingdom.

“Being devoured is far from being a fear of mine.” He glanced down at his prosthetic, “and besides, you couldn’t hurt me even if you tried. You’re too weak and small, I could easily overpower you.”

As if for emphasis, Louis grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed so that his straining member was pressed against your exposed entrance. Your legs went to instinctively wrap around his waist but he halted the action, opting instead to throw them over his shoulder. He had to bend forward since your legs were too short otherwise for the position, which brought him face to face with you.

“Now I’m only going to ask this one more time. How. Do. You. Want it?” His breath fanned over you as he slid himself inside you, a snug fit made easier by how wet you were for him already.

You were mewling beneath him and Louis couldn’t deny the sense of power that washed over him. He felt his Alpha instincts kicking into high gear and before you could even answer, he had begun his own pace.

He was pounding into you like his life depended on it, the sounds you were making only adding fuel to his fire. You were begging him to claim you, mark you up, make you his. The bond mark on your neck where he had long since mated you called to him. But he resisted. The two of you had all night, there was no need to rush. Besides, if he sank his teeth into you every time your scent glands called to him, he’d end up tearing your throat open.

“Fuck Louis, I’m about to explode. Please let me cum, I need your knot to cum,” you cried, slapping his forearm in a weak attempt to tap out. But your disheveled state alone was enough to drive him over the edge, your automatic submission to him making his Alpha practically preen in satisfaction.

He came for the second time that night, the familiar feeling of his knot expanding and filling you to the brink becoming addictive to him. He kissed your ankle before letting your trembling legs fall from his shoulders to take purchase on his waist. He ran his fingers through the soft fur of your thighs as a way to soothe you as you came down from the high of your own orgasm.

The two of you sat there, taking in each other’s forms until you finally broke the silence, “You forgot to tie me up.”

Louis glanced over at the long forgot silk tie on the bed. Though he’d suspected this might be the case, he knew for sure now he’d never need the garment. With the excess strength and power his rut gave him along with your natural submission to him as an Alpha, all thoughts of you hurting him were quickly negated.

“I have a feeling we won’t be needing that,” he growled, leaning down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

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fckwritersblock · 4 years ago

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Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 6

Erik Stevens x Black OC

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I woke up with a killer headache and the sound of my alarm clock going off. I hit it repeatedly trying to get it to shut off to no avail. Frustrated I picked it up launching it across the room. Next was the alarm on my cell and I released a defeated groan. Sitting up, I took in my surrounding trying to remember how I got to my room last night. My makeup was removed, and I was in a large T-shirt with my hair in a bonnet. The only thing I forgot to do was remove my contacts. Slowly getting up, I left my bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow when I saw a glass and aspirin set right next to my glasses.

There was no way I was THAT alert last night.

Frowning I took the packet and washed it down before starting the shower, I had to wash away last nights shame and hangover. 15 minutes later I stepped out wrapping a towel around my body. I didn't even feel slightly Recovered. Removing my contacts and placing the frames over my eyes, I need coffee.

"Good Mornin'," a raspy baritone greeted me when I got to the kitchen.

"Morning," I mumbled putting on the pot.

"Lemme get a cup,"

I stopped turning around in horror, registering who it was.

"Erik?!"

"Yeah?" He sounded like 'duh'.

"Get out get out get out!" I squealed, holding my towel to me looking for something to throw.

"What about the coffee?"

Erik sounded confused, like he was suppose to be here or something."

"Negro what are you even doing here?!" I exclaimed. "Grab your shit and get out!"

"Damn girl that's how you show gratitude?" I could tell he wasn't getting upset now. "Yo ass don't even know what happened last night."

I froze. Oh fuckkkkk no.

"Tell me we didn't?"

"Naw girl, ion get down like that." He looked disgusted by the thought and I couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh yeah right, I bet. You're such a stand up guy right?" Sarcasm laced in every word as I held the door open for him.

Soon as he crossed the threshold I slammed the door,

"Really Lona that's how we gettin' down now." The anger in his voice was evident and I couldn't help but wonder if he still got that wrinkle in between his eyes like he use to.

"We taken advantage of drunk bitches now Erik.

He was silently for a minute but I knew he was still there.

"You know me better than that." He spoke from the other end. Did I really though?

There was a slight pain in my chest after he said that.

"I use to." I replied loud enough for him to hear before walking back into my room.

"How you feelin' sunshine?"

"I feel like death." I answered.

I laid my head down on the table in the cafeteria Tatiana and Jay were chillin at. I swear to god when you have a hangover it be the longest day ever.

"You don't look far from it either- ouch," Jay rubbed his arm where I hit him.

"I woke up with a massive headache, feelin' like I got by a truck-" I began my list of complaints.

"Probably happened when dude dropped you." Jay mentioned casually.

"-Erik was in my living room just chillin on my couch." I stopped and blinked, looking directly at Jay. "I'm sorry. What? Who dropped me, Erik?"

"Naw, not Erik. Ole dude in the bathroom."

Wait what?" I frowned looking at Tati. "What's he talking about. I was with you wasn't I? Where were you?"

"Ok boo, breathe aite," she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "No anxiety attacks today. Let me start from the beginning. Dumbass here don't know how to be gentle."

As she explained, i remember arriving, I remember chilling, playing beer pong, taking a few shots. I remember dancing, curving a couple of frat boys, and having a good time. Everything after that was fuzzy.

"So you was tore up girl, but hiding it well. You just said you wanted to throw up s you'd feel better. I'm the one who walked you to the bathroom, again, you didn't look that tore up but I guess when it all started to come up you got worse? I only left because Ashley came to get me since Donise was bout to fight and I needed to stop her. I swear I was only gon for like 7 minutes. When I reminded Doni she was on her last strike here and told her we had to get you home we both came right back to find Erik literally trying punch his way thru ole' dudes skull."

"What?" My eyes widened.

"Yeah, apparently Erik caught bruh tryna carry you out the house on the low." Jay informed me filling in from where Tati left off. "When he confronted him and told him to hand you over he dropped you to the floor. E was quick to check on you and asked if I had and before I blinked he was after bruh."

"Erik?"

"Yes girl! And he beat the fuck outta him too." Tati hit her hand with her first. "When I came up, Jay left you with me and Jay and Moses had to get him to stop. Once he 'calmed down' enough he stormed over to you and damn near shoved me out the way. He wouldn't let anyone touch you after that."

"I'm sayin', he turned into the bodyguard." Jay laughed clearly amused.

But I sure as hell wasnt.

Remaining quiet, I tired to process everything. I was almost snatched up and taken God knows where, so some weirdo could do God knows what to me, and Erik came in and stopped everything. For me. Protected me. Made sure I got home safely and stayed with me all night. While I still don't remember anything I do know he was wearing what I saw him in last night this morning......and right about now I'm feeling like the biggest asshole.

"Yeah shit was sexy and scary at the same time. He looked crazy."

"For real son! Crazy as fuck," Jay agreed. "I know bruj said y'all had history, but damn. Y'all was together or somethin'?"

Or something, I thought but instead just shook my head.

"No, but it's complicated," was the only explanation I was giving right now. Everyone didn't need to know my dirty laundry, and while I could careless about what people thought about me, I'm sure they've got enough to run it about last night. Meanwhile I needed to find Erik. No matter how I feel about him, he still looked out for me last night. Not only do I owe him a thank you but an apology too.

It was a nice day outside so I figured he might be in the quad since I saw him out there a lot. There or at the gym. Thankfully he at was the former and I didn't have to look too hard as I headed toward him. As soon as he spotted me he snatched his bag up, saluted the guys and began to walk off. I did my best to catch up without making it obvious that I was after him to everybody else around. Catching up slightly I called out his name and he stopped. He shoulders slumped as if he were sighing as he turned around. He looked at me like he couldn't stand me. I took a deep breath feeling nervous and embarrassed.

"Erik can we talk?" I asked, feeling small.

"Is it about the project?" His voice lacked every bit of emotion.

"No." I answered knowing where this was going.

"Then, naw, we can't."

Without another look he turned, headphones on, and left me where I stood.

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So...someone's upset.

And rightfully so. These two have a lot of issues to work out. Too much anger.

I'm just gonna...let that sit there...

Guess what guys!!

I've got the next 30 chapters planned! The good the bad and the ugly. I'm sooo excited!'

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