#i accept all birthday wishes 🧡

[doodlesdreaming]

Haaaaapppyyyyy biiiirrthdaaaaaayyyy to yooouu~🎶, haaappyyy biirthdaaayyy toooo yoooouuuu~🎶, haaaaappyyyyy biiiiirthdaaaayyy~🎶, haaaaaappyyyyyy biiiiiiirthdaaaaaayyyy toooooo yoooooouuuuuuu~🎶 (sorry for being to late, my bad for my part 😓)🎂🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🎊💐💐💐💐

Thank you so much! 😊🧡😊🧡😊🧡😊😊🧡😊

[rorywritesjunk]

(Day 14. Baker. This was the fic I meant to post on Buggy's birthday as a gift for @hey-august . Happy very late birthday! 🧡 There was a reason I asked you so much about your cake preferences)

The captain had been avoiding you since you first greeted him with "good morning". He locked himself in the kitchen with a sign that said "keep out!!!" with little skulls around it. Fine, okay, you could kind of deal with that. He had a crew and ship to worry about so it was acceptable for him to ignore you, even if it was your birthday.

The crew wished you happy birthday, even Richie yowled and gave you a lick on the cheek as what you assumed was his way of joining the crew in their well wishes. You appreciated it, thanking them and giving Richie ear scritches.

The day was fine. You kept busy doing your chores, though every time you passed the kitchen you paused in front of it to put your ear to the door, wondering if you'd be able to hear what was happening on the other side. All you were able to hear each time was Buggy talking to himself and swearing. What was he even doing in there?

Evening rolled around and Buggy made a brief appearance. You tried to make your way to him just to say hello but the second he saw you he disappeared back into the kitchen and slammed the door. That... Was odd. You started to wonder if you did something to upset him.

Another hour past. The crew had decided to throw you a party to celebrate your birthday. You helped yourself to a few drinks, enjoying the atmosphere and energy that came from the crew. They sang songs for you and for their own enjoyment, drinks sloshing around as food fell to the floor. Richie was amidst the chaos, helping himself to whatever he could swipe off the tables and into his mouth.

The only thing... The captain was nowhere to be found.

You decided to check the kitchen since he seemed to be hiding in there. It was odd for him to lock himself away like this when there was a party going on. Was he okay? It wasn't like him to not be in the middle of the party, shoulder to shoulder with his crew as he laughed and drank and sang along with their bawdy sailing songs.

You didn't dwell too long on his absence because as you approached the kitchen door it suddenly burst open, Buggy's leg detached from his body as his hands held a platter with... A lopsided and melty looking cake sitting upon it. He froze when saw you, clearly not expecting to see you, but once his leg snapped back to his body and he straightened up, he tried to play off the surprise.

"Why aren't you at the party?" He demanded as he tried to move the cake from view, going so far as letting his arms lift it above your head. "Shouldn't you be drunk right now?"

"I came to check on you, Captain." You said, eyeing the platter as it moved upwards. "What is that?"

"Nothing." Buggy said. "Turn around and go back to the party!"

"Did you bake a cake?"

He stared at you before letting out a snort, bringing the tray back down so you could get a better look at it. It... Was a mess. No crumb coat, the frosting had been applied when the cake was still too warm, causing it to slowly melt away. A strong smell of peanuts and chocolate came from the cake and the more you studied it, seeing the texture of the frosting, you saw chunks.

"What kind of cake is this?" You asked, eyeing him as your finger took a swipe of frosting to taste. It....was a taste. The chunks were chopped up peanuts and you could taste the butter and sugar. "It's... Good."

"Well of course it's good! I made it all by scratch!" He said proudly as his hand nudged the cake to steady it. It looked as though it was a layered cake with one layer slipping off. "Homemade peanut butter frosting, just for you! And the chocolate cake is my famous recipe!"

You wondered what he meant by "famous".

"Here, let's go ahead and cut you a piece." He said as he turned back to the kitchen. "It's for your birthday anyway."

Well that was just as sweet as the frosting he made for you. You followed after him as he set the cake down to find a knife and plate. You took a seat and watched him move about the kitchen, trying not to notice the mess he made. Why did this take him all day?

"I didn't have actual peanut butter, so I made it from scratch." He told you as he brought a plate over. "Peanuts, butter, and sugar. Tastes like the crap we can get at the shops."

"Thank you, Captain." You said, smiling at him as he cut the cake in half. He looked as if he was about to put one half of it on the plate for you. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble."

He paused and looked at you. "Well, maybe I wanted to! Ever think of that? Maybe I wanted to bake a cake for you!"

His tone was a little defensive and you felt bad saying that, so before he had any regrets over his kindness you took the plate from him, ignoring the weight of it with half a cake on it, and held your hand out for a fork. He huffed softly and grabbed one for you.

"I appreciate it, really." You said, taking the fork and taking off a piece of the cake, making sure to get some frosting on the bites. You looked at him as you stuck the fork in your mouth, trying to ignore the creamy yet chunky frosting, but... The actual chocolate cake was good. The crumb texture was perfect, it was moist, and instead of complimenting Buggy you finished what was in your mouth before helping yourself to another bite.

"Well?"

"I's goo', Cap'n." You managed to say through the third mouthful. You didn't hesitate in sharing a forkful with him, holding it out for him to take. He could just get his own piece, but if you were willing to share yours...

He took it, wiping his mouth with the bake of his hand to get rid of any frosting to crumbs. It was good. He made it afterall, following the recipe from the box precisely.

"Thank you for the cake, Captain Buggy." You said with a smile. "It's delicious."

Buggy cleared his throat and took another bite of the cake, trying to ignore his cheeks turning pink. "Yea, well, happy birthday! Don't get too drunk, tomorrow you got work to do and everything! Got it?"

You nodded, still.smiling at him as you held another forkful out for him. You decided to share the half with him, alternating bites of it with him, glad you were able to finish up your birthday with him.

[oya-oya-okay]

happy birthday. I wanna let u know that even thou u don't know me, I know you (based on ur online activity) and I wanna thank you cause your art and posts have always cheered me up when I was sad, or lonely. I haven't been a fan for long, but I hope you continue posting for a long, long time to come. I love you, and thank you for everything.

H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y

sincerely, one of your fans

Thank you very much, my sweet and dear sunshine💓💓💓 I hope I didn't make you nervous because I didn't answer right away! (If that's the case, then I'm sorry dear🥺) I wanted to prepare an answer for you🙏💖💗💖💗💖

I REREAD IT AND EVERY TIME I START CRYING.. LOL! YOU SAID SUCH NICE AND TOUCHING WORDS!😭😭😭💕💖💕💖💕

I'm very glad that I mean something to someone in this sense💘💘💘 Tbh I don't feel special or popular, I feel like a teenager who just doodles🤭💦💦 (I'M WRITING THIS NOW AND CRYING, DAMN IT XDDD🧡💛🧡💛)

But now I have become an adult and I hope that in the future this will not break me💔 and I will draw for myself, for you and achieve everything I want💘💗💕💖

DAMN IT, I CREATED MY BLOG HERE AT THE AGE OF 15 AND NOW I'M 18... I NEVER THOUGHT THAT I WOULD REACH SUCH AN AUDIENCE AND THAT EVERYONE WOULD ACCEPT MY IDEAS, THAT they would admire and love me🤯😭😭😭💗💗💗💗💗

I'm happy that you're all so adorable!😭

Thank you very much all for the congratulations and wishes!!!🥳

[hernakedmuse]

HAPPY LGBT HISTORY Month to you my friend!!! Hope you had a great international lesbian day(Oct 8) and Coming out Day (Oct 11). I'm writing you as a QUEER to a fellow QUEER.

My name is B. A closeted lesbian who's looking to come out to her family this month. In my almost two years of existence on this blog, I've read different “coming out stories” which has been a whole motivation to me- I hereby set a day in mind, to come out to my family. However things took a turn as my mom who i thought would be free of her ovarian cancer by said date developed a kidney problem just after ovarian cancer- she means the whole world to me and her acceptance is what I yearn for with my coming out. She has always said we should allow her die and has been unmotivated about life until her birthday few weeks ago (sept 11) where a whole lot of people on this app sent their good wishes, drawings, and words of encouragement to her. We turned everything sent into a blanket for her and she's been wrapping herself with the love she received- she wants to live again and fight for the sake of strangers who believed in her(so she said). The medical personnel admits it is the best time to have her surgery (Ureteral Stent Placement surgery) because she has the right mood and mindset. Unfortunately for us, we are 500$ away from getting her surgery, it’s almost a month after her birthday and her fighting spirit is dying- I also can't come out to a dying mother- I need her to be fine before my coming out date/birthday(20th Oct). It's 4 days to my birthday and we've only raised 280$ of 500$. On this special Month, Would you please help not only my mom, but also my coming out plan by donating whatever you can spare for my mom's surgery? No matter how small, This would go a longer way than you think- please click the link below to support this gay woman (I) and my family:

buymeacoffee.com/Plantlover

You can also find more information about her Ovaria cancer/ infected kidney on my pinned post.  Thank you for sticking with us through thick and thin.

That's awful I hope you can get enough money together sending all the good vibes ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🤎🖤🩶🤍🩷

[beanghostprincess]

Happy international lesbian day to you my friend!!!

My name is B. A closeted lesbian who's looking to come out to her family this month. In my almost two years of existence on this blog, I've read different “coming out stories” which has been a whole motivation to me- I hereby set a day in mind, to come out to my family. However things took a turn as my mom who i thought would be free of her ovarian cancer by said date developed a kidney problem just after ovarian cancer- she means the whole world to me and her acceptance is what I yearn for with my coming out. She has always said we should allow her die and has been unmotivated about life until her birthday few weeks ago (sept 11) where a whole lot of people on this app sent their good wishes, drawings, and words of encouragement to her. We turned everything sent into a blanket for her and she's been wrapping herself with the love she received- she wants to live again and fight for the sake of strangers who believed in her(so she said). The medical personnel admits it is the best time to have her surgery (Ureteral Stent Placement surgery) because she has the right mood and mindset. Unfortunately for us, we are 500$ away from getting her surgery, it’s almost a month after her birthday and her fighting spirit is dying- I also can't come out to a dying mother- I need her to be fine before my coming out date(20th Oct). We've created a crowdfunding link for her but we've only raised 85$ of 500$. Would you please help not only my mom but my coming out plan by donating whatever you can spare for my mom's surgery? No matter how small, This would go a longer way than you think- please click the link below to support I and my family:

buymeacoffee.com/Plantlover

You can also find more information about her Ovaria cancer/ infected kidney on my pinned post.  Thank you for sticking with us through thick and thin. 

I'm so sorry to hear about your situation, sweetie :( 💖💖 I'm not able to donate right now but I hope people seeing this will spread this information and help you somehow. You and your mom deserve the world, and I'm sure that no matter what happens she'd love to know how much she means to you and learn about your way of loving others! I wish you and your family all the luck in the world and a happy international lesbian day to you too 🧡🤍🩷 Whatever happens, we'll also be here to support you!

[ashxketchum]

Taiora - Hugging them from behind.

Is it ok to ask for Sora to be the one hugging Taichi?

+ smirking in a way that suggests more requested by @xnananko

Thank you for the request Anon, and for letting me know that you wanted Sora to be the one to initiate the hug. Though I'll be honest, when I first saw the notification of the ask, I could only read the first part and I'd already decided that Sora would be the one hugging so I'm glad our thoughts matched up 💖

This fic is set in a post adventure canon divergent au aka no 02/tri/kizuna/epilogue etc 😌

Hope you guys like reading it, posting something Taiora related after 7 months 😅

🧡~~❤️

Taichi would be lying to himself if he said that he had remembered Sora’s birthday correctly.

In fact, in the week leading up to it, he kept thinking he was forgetting something important but couldn’t put a finger on it. Until he arrived at school that morning and passed by Sora’s classroom, almost doing a double take noticing the crowd that had gathered inside. He’d always known that she was the kind of girl who made friends with people easily, but it was when he saw seniors and juniors alike handing her little packages and wishing her enthusiastically did Taichi realise, that maybe he didn’t know Sora all that well after all. He’d quickly made his way back to his own classroom, a little grateful that they weren’t in the same class this year and he could take this time to think about how he was going to make it up to her.

A distant memory of a failed gift from his childhood appeared in Taichi’s mind, how when he’d assumed what was better for Sora without asking her how she felt, it left her feeling upset with him during a crucial Digimon attack. He reminded himself to not make a mistake like that again, lest a wormhole opened up above their school and dropped more evil Digimon which Sora might refuse to fight against together with him.

All jokes aside, Taichi knew that he had to act and act fast. He texted Koushiro casually, asking him if he’d gotten anything for Sora at school, trying to make it seem like that he just wanted to check whether it was better to hand over the gift later, outside of school. His friend replied almost instantly, stating that he’d handed his gift to the birthday girl right at the school entrance this morning. Taichi tried his best not to curse under his breath, he’d seen a glimpse of Mimi’s pastel hair in Sora’s classroom, so he knew there was no point in asking the chirpy brunette. So as a last resort, he turned in his seat and came face to face with his best friend.

“You forgot Sora’s birthday,” Yamato muttered dryly, not looking up from the book he was reading, as if this conversation didn’t deserve that honour.

“Yeah.” Taichi accepted his fault, knowing that there was no point in trying to hide the truth from someone as observant as Yamato.

“And?” Yamato turned the page of the book he was reading and still did not seem as invested enough in this problem as Taichi would like him to be.

“Did you get her anything?”

“I’m dating her best friend, Taichi, so of course we got her a gift. As a matter of fact, we handed it over to her yesterday itself.” Yamato stated this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it was Taichi’s fault that he hadn’t figured it out yet.

“And you didn’t think of reminding me?” Taichi asked, exasperated by his best friend’s cold behaviour.

“What am I? Your assistant?”

“No, I’d like to think you’re my best friend, but apparently not.” Taichi gritted his teeth and turned away from Yamato, letting his head drop on his desk with a loud thud that scared some of his classmates seated around him.

“Just go to the convenience store during lunch and buy her some chocolates.” Yamato offered in a much softer tone than before, maybe the best friend comment seemed to get to him.

“It’s Sora! I can’t just buy her cheap chocolates for her birthday.”

As much as he wanted to hide his guilt and frustration with himself, it was hard to keep the emotions in when he felt so helpless. With his current track record of gifting stupid stuff to Sora, he wanted to make sure that this time around he’d get her something she would truly like. Of course, to do that he should’ve strived to remember her birthday correctly in the first place. However, Taichi still felt that if he had time on his side, he could make up for this blunder and walk up to Sora with the perfect gift in his hand. Maybe Yamato had figured his intentions out too, because he heard his friend sigh loudly behind him.

“I’ll help you in avoiding her today,” Yamato said.“Just make sure you go buy a gift after school and hand it over to her in the evening.”

“You’d do that for me?” Taichi raised his head and looked at Yamato with shining eyes.

“Yes. I am your best friend right?” Yamato smirked as he turned his attention back to his book.

It seemed that Yamato and Mimi were addicted to texting each other in between classes, which is how his best friend was able to figure out Sora’s schedule for the day, and that made hiding from her a very simple task for Taichi. He managed to keep his profile low the entire day, only stepping out from the comfort of his classroom when it was time for his afternoon soccer practice. But he wasn’t worried about getting caught then since most of the school would’ve emptied by the time his practice was over and Yamato had mentioned something about Sora making plans with Mimi for the evening.

And that’s why, as practice went on and Taichi completely immersed himself in the sport, he let his guard down, ruining all the effort he’d put into staying under the radar during school hours.

He stood gulping down water from his sipper at the edge of the soccer field. Their Coach had wrapped up practice with a few words of advice and while most of his teammates were heading back to the locker room, he considered if he should stay back for about thirty minutes to work on his weak points. He’d already figured out what he would buy for Sora, so he knew he wouldn’t take too much time in getting the gift to her, which should free up some extra time for soccer right now. The sun had only just begun to set and Taichi viewed the orange hue that had started to spread across the skyline with a hint of confusion.

Before he could reach a decision, however, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

Taichi felt his whole body tremble as a familiar and sweet, flowery scent reached him along with the warmth that spread across his back as someone pressed themselves against it. He was frozen to the spot and colour rushed into his cheeks when he looked down and noticed the slender arms that now rested comfortably around his waist. The dimmed rays of sunlight made the beige coloured skin shine like bronze, making his fingers twitch with an ache to trace his name slowly across her arm.

“Gotcha!” A soft giggle reached his ears as he felt a chin rest upon his shoulder.

Taichi tried his best to not jump as an electric sensation ran across his body through his ears, the part where Sora’s breath had tickled against his skin still buzzing. His heart began to beat fast when the fact that Sora’s chest was now touching his back registered in his panic stricken mind.

Deep down he didn’t mind the proximity, especially when Sora had been the one to initiate it.

He was used to letting his hand brush past hers or bumping his shoulder with hers when they walked side by side. He didn’t try to hold himself back when he sat next to her, letting his knee rest by hers, letting his head fall onto her shoulder for a quick nap. He never hesitated to take her hand into his own when they walked through crowded streets or ran to get to school on time. However, Sora had never done anything like this before, sure she played along with him when he tried it, but in those few moments when he expected this of her, she’d shy away by averting her gaze or moving further apart.

Something about today must really be different for Sora to suddenly hug him from behind like this.

With all the willpower he could muster, Taichi pried her hands away from his body carefully and took a few step forwards, so he could turn around and face her with a nervous smile.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.” She returned his smile in full, cherry eyes filled with excitement as she looked at him.

“You’re quite the popular girl today, huh?” Taichi joked, an attempt to hide the anxiousness of being caught before he had the time to get her a gift.

“Is that why you didn’t come to see me all day today?” Sora folded her arms across her chest, tilting her head as she passed him a confused look.

“Yeah.” He lied, swallowing the nervous gulp in his throat with great difficulty, “Almost couldn’t find you, what with your ladies in waiting forming a wall around you.”

Sora narrowed her eyes at him, he could see the gears in her mind turning as she dissected his words and behaviour. He squirmed under her gaze, finding it difficult to hold his ground, he looked up at the sky instead and started to whistle in a low tune. If Sora hadn’t figured out he was trying to hide something from her till now, he knew that this would’ve definitely given him away. As expected, in the next moment she shook her head and sighed tiredly.

“You forgot it was my birthday today, didn’t you?”

“No, I did not! I totally remembered, you just looked so busy-”

“Oh, Taichi please don’t lie to me today.” She interrupted him with a raised hand and he hated how disappointed she sounded. This was the exact opposite of how he’d expected their conversation to go once he finally decided to face her today.

“Just admit that you forgot, I won’t be mad at you,” Sora said, letting her hands drop to her side so she could fidget with the hem of her uniform skirt.

“I didn’t forget.” Taichi reasserted, though he had no idea from where he was getting the guts to lie so confidently. “I...I even- I even prepared an amazing gift for you.”

Since he’d already dug a hole for himself with the first lie, Taichi decided that he might as well dig a little deeper. Looking at the sudden spark of interest that spread across Sora’s face, he felt more motivated to keep going with the plan he’d just come up with a few seconds ago, despite how utterly crazy and reckless it was.

“Really?” She asked him, eyes wide with hope as she stared at him.

“Yeah. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I should get you this year.” Taichi cleared his throat and took a step forward, reducing the distance between them slightly, “But nothing I saw seemed like the perfect gift that I know you deserve, so I came up with something else. Something...something I couldn’t have given you in front of everyone else.”

The sun had pretty much disappeared against the tall skyscrapers of Tokyo, which left the sky drenched in deep shades of purples and oranges. The violet hues danced off of Sora’s auburn hair, surrounding her with a reddish glow that made it hard for Taichi to look away from. Her bright eyes were fixed on him, anticipation bubbling through them as a pink tint spread across her cheeks. What he was about to do next scared him slightly, but looking at her right now, when she was surrounded by a mesmerising radiance that beckoned Taichi to come closer, he knew that he was taking the right step.

This might not be the gift he’d originally thought of, but it was still a perfect gift nonetheless.

With that thought, Taichi took another step forward to close the distance between them.

He cupped Sora’s chin in his hand and tilted her face upwards, pressing his lips to hers gently. He smiled against her lips when he felt both her hands clutch onto his t-shirt as he leaned deeper into the kiss. A soft moan reached his ears when he used his tongue to caress her lips, tasting her orange-flavoured lip balm. He raised his other hand and traced his fingers across her cheek, feeling her soft skin at his fingertips just so he could remind himself that this wasn’t a dream, but he really was standing on the school soccer field and kissing Sora.

The thought jolted awake his rational side and Taichi pulled away from the kiss abruptly, darting his head around to check if they were being watched. He sighed with relief when he noticed that the lights were out in the school building and the field was completely deserted as well. When he turned his attention back to Sora, he saw that she was still clinging to his chest as pouted up at him.

“So..uh..yeah, happy birthday,” Taichi murmured as he avoided looking at her eyes, feeling the repercussion of his bold move flood to his cheeks in the form of a hot flush.

“Hm. I wouldn’t consider it a happy birthday yet,” Sora said as her lips curved upwards and she let her gaze drop to his lips.

“Uh, I don’t understand-”

“Come on, Taichi,” Sora smirked at him as she stood on her toes so she could lean closer towards him. A mischievous glint danced across her dark, rosy eyes as her smile and low tone suggested more than what her innocent words let on, “You can still give me a better gift than that, right?”

Taichi held his breath for a moment, waiting to see if Sora would laugh and push him away, claiming that she was just joking. But when her eyes stayed fixed on his face and her hands continued to hold onto his chest tightly, he allowed himself to grin as he snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

“The birthday girl’s wish is my command.”

🧡~~❤️

[ronearoundblindly]

hi ro! i miss you i hope you're doing well 🧡

Thank you for the well wishes! 💚💙💜

All-in-all, I'm doing okay. I went on a date (two really, really good dates) with an extremely sweet boi, and in fact, we are doing a movie night tonight! I feel very lucky. I didn't have to use a dating app, which is a very big deal for me, and I even put myself out there by returning to give him my number 😍

I am, however, super NOT looking forward to my birthday, which happens to be the day after a *certain celeb's* birthday, and I know there is likely to be some sort of content posted that sets off a wave of toxic fan fighting. I will probably be avoiding this platform for most of the week because I genuinely can't recover a semblance of excitement for fandom interaction with that shit around right now.

I get some vacation time at the end of the month, and I am hoping to take some of it to refocus and re-energize. With any luck, I will also forget that my writing challenge was a huge failure and will accept that I just don't have that kind of base. That's okay. It's not the end of the world. I just wasn't expecting that on top of all the other things happening.

I'm just trying not to tip the scales of disappointment toward actually hating the fandom, etc.

So for now, I'll take some time to get back to basics, and then I'll be back back.

Thank you for your concern! Love you!!

[tanz423]

I don't talk a lot about my OCs on this blog but I might as well do this one.

Lore: When a cosmic being that creates universes becomes bored, they decided to take a vacation in one of their worlds in order to learn more about life. As it happens, they end up living in Los Angeles under the name Tracy Stuart. Initially, they tries to keep their identity as a deity hidden, but after forming a close group of friends, Tracy begins to open up, and fonds that they have more in common with humans than anyone would have guessed.

🌈 - Tracy's favorite color is all of them.

👁️ - Initially, people see Tracy as just a goofball. After finding out their true nature, they become awed and intimidated by them, before later realizing that they are actually just a goofball.

💝 - Tracy is constantly experimenting with new clothes, hair styles, makeup, and accessories. For them, choosing a favorite outfit is like choosing a favorite child.

⚠️ - Warning: hijinks may ensue.

🌨️ - Chilling out with friends, watching anime, and discussing the fundamental nature of reality.

💙 - Tracy's bedroom is like an art studio. It might look like a mess to others, but to them it is perfectly organized in a way that makes compleat sense.

👖 - Tracy canonically works as a barista. This is the coffee shop AU.

☕ - Covfefe.

🧁 - The closest thing Tracy has to a birthday is the anniversary of the day they came to Earth, which was in early June. They celebrate by spending time with the people that make their stay there meaningful.

🧠 - Fight.

💭 - Tracy struggles with forming and managing relationships due to "growing up" in an environment where they completely alone. They often feel like an outsider even when surrounded by friends, and that no one on earth can truly understand how they feel.

💔 - Tracy finds it easy to forgive others, as they understand more than anyone that humans aren't perfect. They find it much harder to forgive themself, as they believe a deity should be held to a higher standard.

❗- Tracy's highest priority is to live life to the fullest.

⚔️ - Tracy dislikes fighting and will do anything they can to de-escalate the situation. That said, they will always stand their ground when challenged on something they truly believe or know is right.

🌍 - Despite being the literal creator of the universe, Tracy does not view themself and God to be the same entity. "God" is an idea that mortals use to make sense of their place in the universe, and this idea exists independently of any being that may or may not exist.

🌊 - Tracy secretly wishes they could use their powers to make life easier for the people they care about, but interfering with the cosmos like that would go against everything they believe in.

✨ - Being with friends!

🧶 - If you consider creating universes to be a hobby, then yes.

🍪 - Coffee, lavender, incense, and anything else that can be described as "aromatic."

☔ - Tracy loves everything about the rain: the sound, the smell, the sights, even the feeling of being pelted with raindrops.

🌲 - Tracy's favorite spot to hang out is the park.

⚡ - Tracy's biggest fear is not being accepted.

🗡️ - Not really.

💛 - Tracy is very good with children, and in many ways is still a child themself.

🧡 - Physical touch: good if asked for. Bad if not.

👁️‍🗨️ - Eye contact: Not good, but tolerable.

🐺 - Tracy likes being with others, but doesn't mind being alone.

🔅 - Tracy deals with pain by closing their eyes and imagining themself as they once were: a formless, disembodied mind drifting serenely through the void.

🌱 - From before coming to earth: seeing life develop on a world for the first time. From after coming to earth: burning a bowl of mac & cheese.

🐰 - 12/10 very huggable

🍁 - Tracy's favorite season is all of them.

🌕 - A butterfly.

🦷 - What? No! Ew!

🐉 - Powerful and majestic like a dragon, but gentle and elegant like a unicorn.

🐸 - Tracy's sense of humor is very pun-based.

🚷 - Tracy is definitely a lot more outgoing than I am.

📓 - Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

emojis oc ask game! These are unabashedly just the questions *I* want to ask about y’all’s ocs. Feel free to copy the entire question into the ask box, because this list is hefty and I wouldn’t mind not searching through it, hahaha. Remember to specify which oc(s) you’re asking about!

🌈 - Do you associate any colors with them?

👁️ - How do other people perceive this oc? How close do their first assumptions come to the truth?

💝 - How much effort do they put into appearances? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

🌨️ - If this oc had a day free from all their responsibilities, how would they spend it?

💙 - Describe their bedroom! Is it personalized, unchanged? Messy, neat?

👖 - Coffee shop or high school AU, your choice: tell me their role.

☕ - What is their preferred beverage(s)?

🧁 - When is their birthday? How do they celebrate it, if at all?

🧠 - What is their stress response: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn?

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

💔 - Does forgiveness come easily or with difficulty to this oc? Can they forgive others? What about themselves?

❗- What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

⚔️ - How does this oc handle conflict?

🌍 - What are this oc’s religious views?

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

🧶 - Do they do any arts, crafts, or creative hobbies?

🍪 - What are their favorite scents?

☔ - How does this oc feel about rain?

🌲 - Do they have a favorite location to hang out in?

⚡ - Does this oc have any unusual or “irrational” fears?

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

💛 - Are they ‘good with children’, or more awkward?

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

👁️‍🗨️ - Eye contact: good or bad for this oc?

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

🔅 - How does this oc deal with physical pain?

🌱 - Share one of this oc’s early memories.

🐰 - How huggable is this oc?

🍁 - What is this oc’s favorite season?

🌕 - If this oc was an animal, what kind would they be?

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

🐉 - Very serious question… are they more like a dragon, or a unicorn?

🐸 - What’s this oc’s sense of humor like?

🚷 - Tell one difference between yourself and this oc!

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

[srbachchan]

DAY 5297

Jalsa, Mumbai                     Aug 13/14,  2022               Sat/Sun 12:50 AM

🧡 , Aug 14 .. birthday of Ef Kishore Bhatt from UK 🇬🇧 .. gracious greetings , Kishore .. we are on time this year 😁 .. thank you for your affection and your dedication and for being with us all these years .. happiness to you and good health and all the best wishes always .. from us all your Ef .. 🏵️

.. and the many moods of the day at work .. starting around 6 am and ending by 10 pm .. and the joy of spending time with the contestants and the guests on sets as an audience that provide the cheer and voice so inspiring for work to go uninterrupted and to be in the company of an entire young group of crew that give work a dedication so proficiently executed ..

to experience the love and the attention at this age and stage of the professional career is a tribute to them all that have tolerated me for some 53 years .. to be reminded each hour  as the game stretches on for the recitation of the dialogues of some of my earlier films .. of the songs they sing .. of the objects of art they present at the end of the show .. and the millions of autographs they ask and get from me after the game is over irrespective of the time it may be .. they came they waited patiently and sat through the game for hours .. my admiration and my love to them for this ..

they bring art works , paintings , pictures and references of years gone by which they have kept in well maintained diary’s .. they wish to read out the poems in praise they have composed .. prasad from their temples .. 

and just the expressions of affection that they express in their conversations and their outstretched hands for a touch a hand shake .. 

an overflowing river of grace and love .. immense love .. 

blessed to be in such company .. blessed to be receptive of their thought word and deed .. blessed to be in their proximity and savour the compassion and generosity of their attention ..

simply blessed ..

and I indulge on the time and overtime of today .. for the morrow is a break of sorts .. to be not in front of the audience and on sets for KBC but to be in the gathering of all that comes by and stores up in and around .. not knowing at any given time what needs to be done next ..

so .. a solution has been formed ..

a post it stuck with instructions, on the desk .. jobs to be done at vantage points of my appearance .. tags, luminous stickers .. and the psychological bearing of whatever comes to the mind to record it or perform it in its immediacy .. 

for in the time to shift to the other, it shall be lost in thought and translation  🤣

It is now given deed that the interest and care and supervision that is done in the person personally is the best ever , despite the availability of staff and others to follow instructions and chores .. 

what the owner sees and wants is never seen by the one to whom instruction has been given .. call then in the immediate to further oversee and check whether the command has been understood and executed as has been advised or instructed .. 

and there is surprise and lamentation and consternation as to why I .. I .. I must do this when there are others to do it for you ..

NNAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH .. ! 

never .. 

the personal is the best supervisor .. drive it yourself, clean it yourself , print it yourself , write it yourself , speak it yourself , instruct it yourself ..

self self self .. it is the SELF that shall prevail .. 

the self be the best ornament, judge, and player in life .. my mind my thought my execution .. 

and as it comes to dawn .. the strains of the recently composed music, play silently by the side and the understanding of it shall never be understood by any other .. NEVER ..

it was that silent solitudinous  - if that can be accepted as a word expression - moment that brought it on .. and non one could have access to it in its tone breath and feel other than the composer .. albeit in the being of one of my amateurish attempts on the keys .. 

I may have the ability to talk it through .. but the understanding shall never be the same .. for if I may endeavour a thought - 

no one understands the creator, other than the creator ..

and if there are some that wish to challenge that and come up with unqualified responses .. they are not being honest with themselves or worse their creation .. 

I shall rest my mind of the most limited creativity .. and be in the preparation for some brickbats by the comments on the medium of mediums .. 

Amitabh Bachchan 

[mysticalrambling]

Happy Birthday (B.B)

A/N: Happy Birthday @peculiarpenman!! I’m so lucky to have you in my life through everything. You are the best thing that has happened to me in a long while and I love you for it. That amount of research, fangirling and tears  @pettinesspersonified and I put into this was unbelievable. This is my first try at writing for Bucky and it is all for you. Anything for you, darling. Hope you like it and I love you, K🧡

My Main Masterlist is here.

Summary: It’s a surprise ;)

Warnings: just some tooth-rotting fluff and Bucky(because he is a warning on his own).

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Wrapping his metal arm around you from behind, he lovingly snuggled into your neck. You didn’t mind that it was the middle of the night or he was still in his suit; Bucky was here with you and that’s what mattered. Instead of pushing his sweaty body away, you pulled him in more. The surprising thing about your love was that there was always a distinct smell to him; cedar wood along with a hint of pepper. God, how could someone be so perfect?

“‘m sorry, pet. Didn’t mean to be late on y’birthday.” His husky voice travelled through the quiet room and you just closed your eyes to listen to his soothing tone. It was enough to lull you back into sleep but you fought against it. This moment right here was much more important than anything. More important than your sleep. ‘If that is the case, then he is above all things in your life’, you silently thought to yourself. 

“It’s okay, Buck. At least you’re here now.” Caressing his metal arm, you silently wondered if he could feel even the slightest touch. But your question was answered instantly when he slightly tightened his hold on you. 

“I told Stevie that I couldn’t go on this mission but he didn’t listen t’me.” 

“Buck, don’t get worked up over it. Let’s just g’back to sleep.” 

Whining into your neck, he placed one of his leg across your torso. “But I didn’t wish you exactly at twelve, love.” 

Your boyfriend has been very attentive towards these little things after the snap because he felt guilty for leaving you for almost five years. You have tried to explain to him that in no way was that his fault but he can’t seem to accept it. After being free from Hydra, Bucky has carried this guilt that everything bad happening in his life is his fault and coming back from the snap has just amplified it. He has been going to therapy to work on his misplaced feelings but they still linger in the shadows.

You understood the predicament he was in right now so you tried to steer his mind away from all those negative thoughts. “Get off. You’re heavy. Steve should really put you to more use.”

“Oi, you’re fat shamin’. And fyi, these are all muscles, baby.”

“Mhmm. Whatever floats your boat.”

“I exercise more than you, darling.” The smirk adorning his face let’s you know that he is in a mood for a playful banter.

“I’m anaemic, it’s not my fault.”

“Yes, of course. It is a very serious condition I must say.”

“It is!!” 

Your heart fluttered as you heard his infectious laugh and you realised that everything related to this man was simply breathtaking. Silently admiring him from your position, you thanked god for the day Bucky came into your life. You couldn’t have asked for a better man because he actually had manners, unlike your previous boyfriends, and he never tried to dominate your life decisions. There were times when you actually imagined a whole future for the both of you with a house in the suburbs and small kids running around the backyard that were a perfect mixture of the two of you.

“But seriously, Bucky, I didn’t even remember m’birthday until people texted me. So please don’t feel guilty about it.” You both had a couple session with his therapist a few days ago and the one thing that you learned there was that your opinions matter a lot to him. You feel the same way so you never felt as if this all was too much for you. You’d do anything for him.

“How can y’forget your own birthday, doll?”

“Hey! I have a soul of an eighty year old so don’t blame me.”

“Can’t argue there.” Kissing you on the forehead he went towards your bear collection and that piqued your interest. “Have to give y’something, doll.”

You sat up in your place and tilted your head slightly to get a better look. You were curious to see what he was going to do. Bucky knew your obsession with bears was something to not mess with so he always steered clear of them. You liked displaying them in a specific order and Mr Munch was right at the back because of his massive size. He was a gift from your brother and it has been your favorite ever since. Mr Munch held some serious sentimental value from the day he came into your life and he was great to cuddle with when Bucky wasn’t around. You realised that you haven’t moved him from his place for quite sometime when you looked at Bucky’s kneeling figure. Well, you forget about everything when your boyfriend is around.

“Buck-“

“Patience, doll.” He interrupted you with a gentle tone and you decided to listen to him for once. Let’s just say, you were excited to see where this was going to lead to.

When he turned around, he had a poster in his hand that looked like it was drawn by a kid. The only way you realised it was made by Bucky was a little heart with ‘B’ written on the bottom. There were multiple, misshapen sunflowers around the whole poster because he knew they were your favorite. He had made this last night when you went to sleep and he sneaked into the living room. You once mentioned to him that you liked posters and he had thought of making you one ever since. After many tries, he finally came up with one that was at least readable. The failed attempts were still sitting proudly in the back of the guest room closet.

“Oh my god, Bucky! This is so freakin’ cute.” You got onto your haunches and started reading the poster out loud. “You’re the most imporant- imporant? Babe, did y’mean important?”

“What?” Turning the poster around, he skimmed over the words quickly and a faint blush rose to his cheeks. You were trying really hard to not laugh out loud but the situation was hilarious. His facial expression was hilarious.

“Babe, it’s fine. The imporant thing is that I love it.”

You doubled over while laughing and your boyfriend stared you down with a look of betrayal and embarrassment. Bucky was in such a hurry yesterday that he forgot to skim through the words and now he was going to pay the price. You had quite a memory when it came to remembering every embarrassing detail and making fun of people because of it. This was like your personal, little hobby but you only did it to people who you were close to; mainly Bucky and your two idiot best friends.  

“Y’re mean!”

“Aww I’m sorry. I love this. Thank y’baby.” Bringing him closer to you by by his jacket, you sweetly pecked him on his cheek.

“I have another present for yeh, pet.”

“Buck, I don’t need anythin’ else.”

“I know you’ll like this though I don’t know why?” He grumbled unhappily in the end but you didn’t pay much attention to his tone. 

“Let m’look at it then.”

When he handed you a messily wrapped up present, you figured that it might be a book from the rectangular shape and light weight. Ripping it open quickly, you gasped in surprise. There they were; a whole series of Jason Todd comics. Jason has been your man from the get go and it has been your dream to collect his whole series. You just never found the whole pack. This was truly unrealistic and you wanted to scream out loud from excitement.

“Ho-How?”

“Turns out being an Avenger comes in handy.”

“I love y’Bucky.” You hugged him tightly and slightly wiped your happy tears. 

“I love you too but I’m way better than this comic man.”

“Excuse me. That’s my man you’re talking about.”

There was jealousy brimming in his eyes and that just made you smile a little bit wider. “‘m your man.” 

“Yeah but he comes first.”

“He’s not real so I’m fine with it.”

“Not in m’head but whatever floats your boat.” Kissing him softly, you felt lucky to have him and vice versa. This was one of the best birthdays till date.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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[jamespotterthefirst]

Happy birthday Bree!! First of all, i just wanted to say I’m so sorry for being late, life is a bit too hectic lately but I still wanted to wish you a happy birthday!

Bree, you’re seriously one of the sweetest, kindest, funniest, most brilliant people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I remember the first time we interacted and how I thought about how incredibly kind you seemed and I couldn’t have been more right. You’re such a bright light, such a lovely soul and we’re all so very lucky that you’re here with us. I don’t think I could even imagine how this place would be if you weren’t here. You’ve become such a dear friend of mine and I appreciate and cherish you more than you know and I can always count on you to put a smile on my face. Plus you’re insanely talented like what?? how??? You never fail to completely blow me away with how how talented you like the amount of times I’ve reread your work should be embarrassing. You know how much I adore l&e and how much I adore Lilac. Thank you being here and for doing everything that you’re doing. To express a fraction of my appreciation, I made you a little something inspired by your beautiful Lilac! And also another one inspired by your 1800s AU since I adore that one a tad bit too much (and I couldn’t choose between them because I’m very indecisive lol)

Love you so much and I hope this year is filled with so much love, success and prosperity for you, my love❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Maurine 😭 🧡🧡

Your words have me super emo. I have always been and will always be appreciative of you and what a wonderful, kind soul you are. Not only do you give us writers your time but you go above and beyond to show us how much you appreciate us!

Thank you so much for being such a supportive, generous friend. Thank you so much for accepting my work and MC! And thank you for these beautiful moodboards! Ahhh! The lilacs, the tattoo, the austen quote 😭

And the 1800s mb!!!! 🧡

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

[thegracelessfaceless]

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Another long one guys 😅, but I just get into the groove and write basically until I reach a point that I'm satisfied with. Hope you don't mind! Also, very happy birthday wishes to @mybloodisthc and @whaleofatjme1920 . I hope you'll both accept this chapter as my birthday present, along with my love 🧡 (I wasn't in your ask box because I was typing this)

Just finding this? This is a series! Chapter One is here

Disclaimer/Triggers: CIP injuries, and you're gonna feel really mad at Sherry, but I can't really explain it 😅

The following are notes transcribed by the Coloeado Bureau of Investigation after they recovered a box of tapes found at the last known location of Tobias "Ticci Toby" Adams and his hostage turned wife, Grace Adams.

The next couple of weeks passed without me or Toby figuring out much of anything. He only knew that his master was getting closer. My cough was getting worse and I'd had to tell Sherry and other staff that I just did this in the summer months and made up a lie about some pollen allergy. I suspected however that it was connected to Toby's master in some way.

I turned off the recorder at the end of my daily session with Toby. The two of us were perfecting talking without really saying anything, communicating with looks and combinations of key words that helped both of us know what the other was thinking. Toby was also a professional at talking endlessly for the recorder, filling up tape while the two of us sat side by side on his bed with our backs to the wall, scribbling our real conversations in Toby's notebook. At the end of every session, Toby ripped out the pages and stowed them in a bag he'd made from a pillowcase using a plastic safety needle from a child's cross stitching set (one of the things Amy could mess with under supervision) and the drawstring from a pair of scrub pants. I still wasn't sure how Toby got the needle.

I was there for the other patients, too, of course, forging close bonds with them out of obligation. But it was obvious that Toby was my personal favorite and he thrived under the attention. In a matter of weeks, Toby's head had healed to the point that he no longer required bandages, and his fingertips had regained most of their color and debating, the faintest of blue tints edging along his nailbeds. He held himself taller, more confidently.

I couldn't exactly call my relationship with Toby professional. It definitely surpassed the lines of nurse and patient rapport. I had bonded abnormally close with him, and only in a matter of a few weeks. I'd never experienced anything like it, and it frightened me a little. To balance out my anxiety, Toby seemed absolutely calm, at peace with the relationship. Perhaps it was his unshakeable trust in Millie's judgement of character, or his master's apparent trust in my ability to care for his proxy until he retrieved him. I fought against that which frightened me, questioned it. Toby, however, just seemed... To take everything in stride and kept moving forward.

"Did I tell you that I'll be working tomorrow night instead of day shift. Shea and Molly both called in on the same night, weird" I informed Toby as his dexterous fingers folded the ripped out college ruled pages. He pulled his bag from in between layers of his mattress, bending his arm in a way that would be painful for normal people. But Toby wasn't a normal person.

I had to constantly remind myself that Toby had CIP. He could feel hot and cold, just couldn't tell when it had reached extreme temperatures. Once, Toby had accidentally impaled his left hand on an oversized icecicle that had fallen from an awning in a bike wreck on the way to school one January morning. His palm and back of his hand bore the scar, like a single stigmata wound. He'd bandaged it and went about his day, making sure the bleeding had stopped, and that was all. No stitches, no antibiotics, and he had no complications with it. Toby seemed to be a very lucky person. Regardless of scarring, I loved watching Toby's hands. His movements were always so precise, so deliberate, and not rushed that it was almost hypnotic.

"You're covering for both of them?"

I nodded grimly, "'Fraid so. Sherry wasn't kidding about it being near impossible to get help down here."

Toby cinched the bag shut and knotted the drawstring tightly and was stowing it back on its hiding place. "No one wants to come down here to work with the crazies." His tone was full of reproach.

"I did" I said softly, touching his hand, and Toby's expression softened.

"You're different, Grace."

"How?"

"You just are. I can't explain it. But I know that when you're with me, the voices don't scream as loudly, the ones that aren't my Master and Millie. They used to scream and carry on until I was willing to do anything for just a minute of quiet." He sighed, "Hell, Grace, I don't know. You just feel like home. Where everything is quiet and warm and cozy and you have full cabinets and nothing to worry about except when to take a nap."

I stared at Toby's peaceful face and knew what he meant. I felt a similar peace about Toby. The only problem was, I questioned it, while Toby accepted it with absolutely blind faith. He'd been told to trust me, so he would.

"So you'll be here for fourteen, no, sixteen hours?"

"Fifteen with my lunch break", I said with fake enthusiasm.

Toby snorted and rolled his eyes as I turned my head away from him to cough into my closed fist until the world swam bright with colored streamers. I closed my eyes to them and rested my hot forehead against Toby's cool skinned arm.

"This can't keep up, this coughing. I never get sick."

Toby took my hand and rubbed his scarred thumb across my knuckles in slow, comforting strokes, "I thought of something that has to do with that."

I looked at him in surprise as the intercom system sounded, informing everyone that exercise hour was starting. We stood and walked to the door.

"Tell me" I accidentally demanded and I flinched. "Sorry, it's got me feeling a little desperate" I apologized and we both went for the doorknob. Toby's hand covered mine right after I touched the doorknob after I swiped my key card to unlock the door. His hand lingered there and suddenly I saw an image in my minds eye.

A girl with chestnut brown hair, eyes the color of shocked cornflowers, and fair skin. She looked just like Toby, but feminine. Millie. I saw her only for a second, smiling warmly at me, but her smile held secrets. Then she dematerialized, dissipating like sand blown in the wind. The door locked again, forcing me to swipe the card again, so I dug it back out from my pocket and did so.

I walked Toby to the locker rooms, hand on his middle back, just like every other day.

"Toby, what did Millie look like?"

I could tell he was smiling under his medical mask, which he had slipped on while he and I exited his room. The apples of his cheeks rose up and the outside corner of his eyes crinkled as he remembered her. "People always said we looked just alike. Like Mom, but our faces were thinner, while Mom's was more round. Why?"

"No reason", I smiled sweetly at him as he stood in the entranceway of the locker rooms. The suspicious look on his face told me he wasn't buying it, "Just curious."

Toby said nothing, but I knew he knew I was lying to him. He retreated to the locker room to change.

Sherry came to wait with me as the patients changed.

"Any new progress?"

"With Toby? Every day" I smiled, "he's getting better."

Sherry gave me a pitying look. "Grace, you're not naive enough to believe that." She sighed. "This is at least Toby's fifth time here, maybe more. He was a patient when I started. He's improved since then, mellowed. Alexa has been here twice. Tommy has been a patient in this hospital his whole life. Patients down here don't get better, Grace. They just function better for a little while and then they come back to us."

I felt white, hot anger cut through me, "I don't believe that" I spat, "Even broken things can be fixed."

"But some things are beyond repair" Sherry argued and I could tell she thought my faith was stupid.

"You're just not looking at it right, or you're not patient. Some things take time, and every problem has a solution. You just have to find it."

Sherry shook her head, "You're only building yourself up for a big letdown, Grace."

She gave me one last pitying look, and I noticed something. Sherry was like a building in Vegas at night. Decorated and painted to perfection. But up close, and in the daytime hours, when the lights were turned off, the building was tired, ugly, covered in signs of age and wear on its facade from many years of existence. Sherry had become tired and compliant.

"If that happens, I'll just pick up the pieces and start again" I replied, defiantly.

"But how long can you keep that up? You're a good nurse," Sherry said, "l don't want to lose you to burn out or a crisis of faith."

I saw where Sherry was coming from, but thought that it was her that she needed to worry about having a crisis of faith, not me.

"Thank you for worrying for me, Sherry. But I like a challenge."

"I hope you're right, Grace, for your own wellbeing."

I realized the orderly, Cameron, had handled the shoestrings for everyone while Sherry had attempted her failed intervention with me. Toby was sitting on a bench, curious eyes seeking mine. The two of us followed the group outside and settled down on the concrete to stretch together and talk in hushed tones a little away from everyone else.

We sat across from each other with the soles of our shoes touching, our legs forming great V's as we both leaned down to the left, mirroring each other and stretching our oblique muscles.

"What were you telling me about the coughing fits?"

"Why did you ask what Millie looks like?"

I considered continuing my lie. But, Toby had always been open with me, and I thought honest, too, not even hiding from me that he had killed both Frank and his mother, as well as anyone his Master commanded him to. I hoped to never fall out of Toby's masters favor, unsure if Toby would have the fortitude to defy him. It wouldn't be right to be dishonest with him, and as i looked into his eyes, I knew I couldn't lie to Toby even if I wanted to.

"I saw Millie, okay?" I sighed, "In my head."

"What?!"

His voice raised enough that Michael and Alexa looked over from where they were stretching. They'd also grown close in the passing weeks. Sherry and I were certain they were sweethearts. Which was a little worrisome considering Alexa was a professional stalker and Michael had turned himself in after a blacked out weekend ending in him waking up next to a person in a dog cage in his basement. We were still figuring that one out.

I sent Michael and Alexa calm eyes and a reassuring smile and waited until they resumed their own conversation before continuing yours.

I sat up straight and stretched my arms up, stretching my spine and then leaning to the right. Toby followed my lead.

"When you held my hand in your room at the door", I continued quietly, "I saw Millie in my head. Just for a second." I frowned, "She looked happy, but a little sad too."

"So you believe me when I say I see her. That she's still with me?"

I sent Toby a gentle smile, "I never said I didn't believe you. You see Millie. She just decided to show herself to me."

Toby returned my smile with one of relief, "I'm glad you saw her. I hope you become friends. Anyway, the coughing fits. It's not much. Just that some of the other proxies have toys reaction too. Tim and Brian both had coughs, sometimes they'd cough until they passed out, and then they had seizures. Kate had one too, but I always thought it was from the mines." He trailed off for a second and stared blankly. Then he shook himself and said, "It's not much. But it's a side effect of my Master being nearby. Like radiation."

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Begrudgingly, I reported for my double shift.

I still wasn't sleeping well, last night being the worst nights sleep I'd had in a very long time, plus I'd passed out during a coughing fit, just like Toby had said his friends Tim and Brian had. But I had no one to cover for me at work. No option to call in.

The whole night, the air felt thick, as if a dome had situated itself over the town and pressure was rising in it. For a lack of better words, things felt off, discordant. And it only grew worse as the day progressed from the previous night. The air clung to me, and the pressure felt like it could burst at any moment.

The patients must have felt it too, because they were all restless. Particularly Toby. He seemed agitated, his tics becoming more uncontrollable, and the ghost of a stutter chased him.

When dinnertime came, I closed myself into Toby's room.

"My master will be here tonight. He's near. I can feel him."

I finished setting up my place settings, laying a plastic spoon on the left hand side of Toby's plate.

"Is that why the air is making my head feel like it's going to explode?"

Toby gave me a sympathetic look and took my hand. As if by magic, I felt the pressure in my head recede and I could like clearly. We had both noticed this effect before and had learned it worked both ways whenever skin to skin contact happened between Toby and I. "Hopefully it'll be over soon. Grace," he paused to take a drink of his tea, "you know my Master won't let you go, right? You saw the note in your dreams. No escape. My Master has noticed you, and now he'll take you." He let go of my hand and popped a fry into his mouth.

I nodded, taking a drink of my own tea, "I know." Toby's eyebrows rose and the right line of chestnut hair was interrupted by a scar, creating a gap, "I've come to peace with it. Just don't abandon me or anything."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Grace."

I heard the power go out before it actually happened. The transformer blew, sounding like a bomb exploding, and then the lights shut off, and the room was perfectly dark. Then the emergency lights turned on, filling the room with an odd reddish orange glow.

"He's here" Toby breathed.

Pain speared through my head and I grabbed it with both hands at my temples. Toby stood quickly, sending the chair tipping back and falling onto the floor, and pushed me slightly behind him, protectively. I watched through the pain as the doorknob to the hall slowly started turning.

I tried to blink through the pain to see and couldn't, so I put a hand on Toby's elbow and my mind cleared just enough. The door swung open all at once instead of slowly, even though I hadn't heard the beep of the key card reader.

An impossibly tall, thin figure in a black suit and red tie entered, folding in on itself just to fit its impressive height through the doorway, one hand holding down its tie to its chest. When it straightened, I saw it had no face. Just a white, blank expanse with faint impressions of eye sockets.

Toby walked towards the figure, now pulling me by a hand that he held onto as the figure had come into the room. Toby came to a stop maybe a yard away from it and went down onto one knee, forcing me to do the same or release his hand.

"Master, I would like to introduce you to Grace."

I bowed my head respectfully with my eyes shut, trying to reconcile what I was seeing in front of me. I felt something cold and slightly scaley touch my cheek and looked up. The figure was right in front of me, and long, black tendrils had sprouted from its back. One of its large, pale hands rested on the crown of Toby's head, and one of those black tendrils was touching my cheek. A scream tried to climb up my throat, but I swallowed it back.

"Do not be afraid, my child, for I mean you no harm. I have merely come to collect what is mine."

Its voice was not really one voice, but several layered on top of each other, all slightly different, but all low pitched, gravelly tones. Its voice growled through my mind, its croaky quality causing a physical reaction in me, my skin breaking out in goosebumps as my grip on Toby's hand tightened.

Another tendril wrapped around my waist and lifted me up easily to bring me to the figures height.

"Wh-who are you?" I asked dumbly, even though I already knew the answer.

The name made sense.

"I am called many names, most of which your human mind could not perceive. Toby calls me Master, but some of my other proxies have named me Slenderman."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Slenderman."

Slenderman's head cocked in a motion I'd seen Toby do hundreds of times by now, "You are an intriguing being, Grace. I can taste your fear like fine wine, yet you offer politeness."

"I don't exactly have the position to be rude."

Slenderman laughed then, the sound rumbled through my head loud enough that I brought my hands up to cover my ears instinctually. Slenderman gently sat me down next to Toby, who took my hand again.

"You are very practical" He took his hand back from Toby's head and Toby stood. "I like that. Well, come along, children. We must leave this place of sickness."

The only reason I followed was Toby, and I had an epiphany. It had to be love of some kind that propelled me blindly into such danger and uncertainty. I'd come to peace with the fact that I was basically throwing away my career. There were other jobs, and you only lived once. Plus, I had to stay with Toby. He might trust his Master, but I wasn't so sure, especially now that I'd met him.

I knew that the other patients would be safe in the dining room. The hospital had a sort of "shelter in place" policy for emergencies outside of fire. The three of us navigated the halls, and then I turned a corner and ran smack into someone's chest.

Cool hands grabbed my upper arms to keep me from falling back. I squinted in the emergency lights and found Tommy, staring at Slenderman with wide eyes.

"Tommy! What are you doing here?!"

His eyes flicked away from Slenderman to mine, "I had this feeling that I was missing something I needed to see. So I told Nurse Patrick that I needed to use the toilet. And then the power went out while I was there. Who is that next to Toby?"

Slenderman walked smoothly towards Tommy, his long legs eating up the distance between them. He spoke in our minds as he walked.

"The child has heard my call. A piece of me resides within him. Have no fear, Thomas. I have come to take you home."

"Tommy" I said to him, worried, "Is that what you want?"

A tendril was resting on Tommy's cheek, and he held it to him, "Yes Nurse Grace. I'd like that very much."

I sighed and nodded, and the four of us were on the move again, the door to the courtyard waiting at the end of the hall.

"Stop! Who are you? Turn around so I can see your faces!"

An orderly from the night shift had just stepped out of the cleaning closet a few doors away from the exit. His name was Jim, and he had a bum arm from a childhood illness, but didn't let that slow him down. If we weren't careful, he could cause trouble, because he was an old school hard ass.

"Jim," I said calmly, "the tall man is with me. I'm sorry, but we're taking Toby and Tommy and leaving."

Slenderman must have seen Jim make some small movement towards us because he said, "That would not be a wise decision in your part, James."

"Wait" I said, "don't hurt him, please."

I went to Jim and took his good arm and led him back to the closet he had came from and unlocked it with your card, "Just go in here, Jim. Let us go. I don't want you to get hurt, because you're a good man."

Jim ended up letting me close him into the closet with my keycard and name badge. He'd agreed not to call for help for five minutes, and I thanked him before closing the door, telling him he could have my pens. Then the four of us slipped through the courtyard door, into the night.

Toby jogged to the back wall and gave Slenderman the small boost he needed to get on top of the wall. Then Slenderman used his tendrils to lift me, Tommy, and finally, Toby over it as he stood on top. Toby linked hands with mine as Slenderman dematerialized.

"Wait, where is he going?"

"He got us out, Grace, but he can't really do much more without making a body count. The rest is up to us. He told me an address to meet up with another proxy tomorrow night at nine."

He pulled me forward and I grabbed Tommy's hand and ran, just as I heard people running into the courtyard on the other side of the wall.

"How the FUCK did they get over that wall so fast?"

I didn't hear a reply. I was too busy running, letting Toby pull me and Tommy further into the dark woods, and I said a mental farewell to my old life.

[lifesupreme-if]

Hiii. First, these hearts are for you: ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

Second, I wanted to ask you a question I got recently. What are the ROs favorite and least favorite childhood memories? (If this has been asked before feel free to ignore it)

Hi, Lara baby!!!!! I will accept those hearts and offer you: 🐕🦛🐁🦨🐍🐳 Some little animals in return.

Favourite

Dylan: Miller has the morning off of work, so she calls Dylan out of her first classes that day. They get crappy apple pie at a diner and talk about how Miller is going to take her to get her ears pierced that weekend to celebrate Dylan's 12th birthday.

Stéphanie: Claude is dared by his friends to stay overnight in an abandoned, "haunted" building. Stéphanie sneaks out in the middle of the night to stay with him, and they both spend their entire night being scared shitless of ghosts. When the sun rises, she thinks it's funny: it's the most exhilarating night of her life.

Dorothea: She sits in a dear friend's lap and learns to drive a semi. Her feet can't reach the pedals, but she thinks she's doing the work. They try to speed down an empty highway in Bumfuck Nowhere, NUSA, and it's the first time she ever drives.

[Locked] RO: She's busy crying over some boy that kissed her behind the school gym and broke her heart, but when she gets home, it is sleepover night by demand of her sibling. When she finally acquiesces, they stay up eating junk, watching movies, and painting each other's nails and gossiping until she forgets all about what hurt her feelings in the first place.

Least Favourite

Dylan: She's displaced and disoriented, and every time she calls Miller, it goes to voicemail. The corporate school is nothing like her public school, and she's starting out miles behind her peers. She's afraid of the methods of punishment, the people she's met, she needs an escape, something, anything. And then she finds something.

Stéphanie: She's fed up with being the one to help with household chores, why doesn't Claude have to cook? Her mother tells her to suck it up, and suddenly they're screaming at each other. She tells her she hates her. It's a memory she plays back when self pitying; it isn't the last time she said it to her, but she wishes that she didn't start.

Dorothea: Long hours spent at the Denver Nomad Market with her parents. These trips are supposed to be special, but they're tiring, boring. The faces are all unfamiliar and a little bit scary. She decides that she hates crowds.

[Locked] RO: Her father sits her down at the dinner table after school, just she and him, alone. Being a retired corp with only some independent contracting doesn't make money like it used to. Maybe it's because of her age, maybe it's because of her role as the provider, but he needs her to leave school and take up work. She wants to be like everyone else her age, and she resents him for it.

[mandogab]

🎉 2021 🎉

January

you’re my flashlight (𝟷𝟾𝟷𝟺 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

if you could to say goodbye... (𝟽𝟺𝟺𝟼 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜) → Part 1 posted in 2020

February

Valentine’s definition of love (𝟼𝟼𝟻𝟶 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

riddurok, cyar’ika (𝟸𝟻𝟻𝟿𝟸 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

March

always with me (𝟹𝟷𝟷𝟶 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

just love me (𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

April

You’re my Auntie! (𝟺𝟽��𝟿 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜) → Yes, I’ll continue this

mhi ba’jur verd bal cabur (𝟷𝟾𝟹𝟽 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

May

The Protector of Mand’alor (𝟹𝟶𝟷𝟼 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

Morning Owls (𝟷𝟻𝟼𝟼 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

Thank you, Mommy (𝟷𝟹𝟾𝟽 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

I want to be like Mama (𝟷𝟶𝟿𝟼 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

June

hug & lov (𝟷𝟻𝟶𝟶 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

until the stars go out (𝟷𝟽𝟼𝟶 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

briikase gore’tuur, cyar’ika (𝟷𝟽𝟷𝟻 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

July

never ending nightmare (𝟷𝟼𝟸𝟸 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

August

don’t go (𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟺 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

warrior || Bo-Katan Week 2021 (𝟼𝟽𝟶𝟺 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

Children’s definition of love (𝟸𝟼𝟼𝟶 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

September

sometimes in war, it’s hard to be the one that survives (𝟸𝟽𝟷𝟹 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

space sisters (𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟼 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

The Fall of the Domino (𝟷𝟼𝟾𝟸 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

October

blue & gold (𝟽𝟸𝟼 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

Our (first) Halloween! (𝟷𝟷𝟹𝟷 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

The Little Protector of Concord Dawn (𝟷𝟻𝟸𝟶𝟾 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

November

apart but still together (𝟷𝟼𝟺𝟻 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

with(out) you (𝟺𝟶𝟹𝟹 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

December

learning to fly (𝟹𝟶𝟾𝟾 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜)

2021 Word Count: 𝟷𝟸𝟺 𝟹𝟶𝟸

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I accomplished this because of you and because of my perseverance. I gave you a piece of what I really wanted to share and you accepted it with gratitude, writing me wonderful comments, leaving likes, bookmarking... And you may have no idea how much that meant to me - it means the world to me.

This year hasn't been the worst year for me, but it hasn't been the best either. A lot of situations were complicated, however, a lot of good things happened.... You were a part of that.

Thank you each and every one of you – for being here, on ao3 and everywhere else. You have been a good part of it all.

Thank you to all the short story authors I read this year. You guys are the best! Keep doing what you love and fulfill your writing desires. I believe you can do it!

Thank you to all my readers. Thank you for being here. Thank you for taking the time to read something I've created. I am so happy just thinking about how many people have been touched by my stories; made you feel better, made you laugh or made you cry.

Words have tremendous power.

You’re the stars in my galaxy. 🧡

@sassygirl579 → I love going back to your comments, going through the stories and posts and reading what you wanted to tell me. It really means a lot to me and I am so glad to have a person like you by my side. Thank you, thank you, thank you 🥰 (also thank you for birthday’s one-shot... it’s still in my heart)

@novemberrain221 → June 2021 was one of those tough months when I had a worse time. It wasn't anything serious, but a lot of things overlapped, I had end of semester and final exams, and in between I lost faith in myself – you got it back for me. And again, thank you so much for that. I probably needed someone to believe in me. Thank you for being. (And still I’m waiting for Steel Decay 🙃)

@grace-mita-27494 → Thank you for being my Space Mama. Thank you for being with me in all moments, for your support and for helping me, for always being there for me. Every day I'm glad to have you and I hope 2022 will be our year (I wish I bought tickets already ✈️). Thank you for everything. Lov yu! 💚

Special thanks must also fly to all the people who ship BoFenn.... I love you all. And on that note, thank you to @tessaliagrey, who wrote me a beautiful story for my birthday. Thank you all for being, for writing, for creating art. Don't ever stop. 🧡

@herbasia, @snootka → Thank you so much to my dear sisters who I met some time ago and who will forever be a part of my life. Thank you for your support over the past year and throughout our friendship. Thank you for all, the meetings and hugs, for being with me. Love you so much! ❤️❤️

Thank you all for being the part of my life. A good one. 🤩

[dakarimainink]

✨ Welcome to my Masterlist ✨

Here you can find all the stories I’ve written over the years of men I am simping over.

I will reply with my main account @blackkittymeow as that’s my main account, although this has basically become my main account.

Fair warning, most of my writing is intended for 18+, so if you’re under 18, please stay away from everything marked with 🧡 and please read the warnings on all my stories as they are there for a reason.

If you want to be tagged in future stories, don’t hesitate to either IM, AMA or comment on the story to let me know and I will happily add you 💜

Main simp ATM: 💛 PEDRO PASCAL 💛

Requests are OPEN

Started: 13.07.20

🧡 = 18+

💙 = Fluff

🌸 = Personal Favs

Movie Premiere ~ Pedro x Reader 🧡 (Part 1 to How About We Extend That Scene With A Little Less Clothes On)

You arrive at the movie premier to one of your movies and meet Pedro for the first time in months.

Night Swim ~ Pedro x Reader 💙 🌸 (Part 1 to Rooftop Drinks)

You finally have the courage to go for a night swim when Pedro offers to join you.

Rooftop Drinks ~ Pedro x Reader (Part 2 to Night Swim) 💙

You’re at a rooftop having a drink with your friends when an old friend turns up.

Bathtub Pleasures ~ Pedro x Reader 🧡 🌸

You’re having a well deserved bath when Pedro comes in to disturb.

Kitchen Trembling ~ Pedro x Reader 🧡

Pedro gets handsy in the kitchen when you’re having guests over.

Birthday Wish ~ Pedro x Reader 🧡 

It’s Pedro’s birthday and you give him a cupcake with a candle lit on top. He blows out the candle, making a wish that might come true.

Brownies At 2 AM ~ Pedro x Reader 🧡 🌸

Pedro wakes up to find you missing from your bed.

Tinted Car Windows ~ Pedro x Reader 🧡

You’ve been teasing Pedro during the whole award show, making him horny and unable to do anything about it. As soon as you get to his car, he pulls you onto his lap immediately.

Such A Tease ~ Pedro x Reader 🧡 🌸

You’re at an event with Pedro, when you are in a teasing mood.

Piano Piece ~ Pedro x Reader 💙

A small piece inspired by a picture of Pedro and with music by Ólafur Arnalds.

Ichor ~ mafia!Pedro x OFC 🧡 Slowburn

It’s 1928. Rose is a star performer at The Golden Monkey club; a mafia owned club only for the men who could afford to enter. Peeking through the curtains before the show, she spots at the very back of the room, a well dressed man who not only intrigue her, but is also the reason she gets dragged into the mafia world.

Neighbour ~ Javier x OFC (4-part story) DONE 🧡 🌸

Being the neighbour to Javier Peña can be a nightmare. The man has the stamina of a bull, which can be amazing for the one on the receiving end, but a nightmare to the one having to listen to it. Emilia decided to ask him to quiet down, to which he just dismissed her. Some time later, her shower stopped working and Javier dropped by to apologise for the noise. When he found out about her shower, he offered her to use his own and anything can happen during these shower-lending times.

Phone Call ~ Javier x Reader 🧡

You’ve been dating Javier for some time. A sudden phone call from him peaks your interest.

I’m Not Helping You Get Off ~ Javier x Reader 🧡

You’re in Javier’s office and you just asked him to fuck you after a long day apart.

Late ~ Javier x Reader 🧡

You’re gonna be late to a friend’s dinner, because Javier can’t keep his fingers to himself.

Rainy Night ~ Oberyn x Reader 🧡

The rain is drizzling over Sunspear. You enjoy the sound and scenery. Oberyn enters the room and press you onto the balcony, where he shows you what freedom feels like.

Sunsprite ~ Oberyn x Reader 💙

You’re tending to the garden in Sunspear.

The Viper and The Fox ~ Oberyn x OFC (4-part story) 🧡

Every year a tournament to crown the second champion of Alryne is held, but this year, the tournament is interrupted by the prince of Dorne. How will the princess of Alryne handle this?

Invitation ~ Dave York x Reader 🧡 🌸

You’re invited to the CIA gala dinner by Dave York and you accept.

10 Seconds ~ Dave York x Reader 🧡

Dave finds out you had a wineglass or two when you were babysitting his girls, and he’s not going to let it go unpunished.

More Important ~ Dave York x Reader 🧡

It’s late, and Dave is occupied with work at home, but you have other plans.

Connected ~ Pedro Pascal x Reader 🧡 🌸

You finally reunite with Pedro after being a long time apart.

Happy New Year ~ Pedro Pascal x Reader 💙

You’re at your friends New Years party when Pedro saves you from a most uncomfortable situation.

Dancing Under The Stars ~ Pedro Pascal x Reader 💙

Pedro invites you out for a little surprise. (Part 2 to Happy New Year)

How About We Extend That Scene With A Little Less Clothes On? ~ Pedro Pascal x Reader 🧡

You get an unexpected visit by Pedro at your home. His visit has a naughty purpose. (Part 2 to Movie Premiere)

People’s Sexiest Man Alive ~ Pedro Pascal x Reader 🧡

Pedro gets a call from his manager, letting him know he won the title of “People’s Sexiest Man Alive”

Babybump ~ Pedro Pascal x Reader 💙/🧡

You and Pedro are expecting. Part 1 is fluff. Part 2 is Smut.

A warm Summer Day ~ Pedro Pascal x Reader 💙

You and Pedro are seen out together by the paparazzi for the first time.

Tell Me To Stop ~ Tom x Reader 🧡

You have known Tom for years and been close friends with him. You have worked together on several movies and shows and been promoting them together. You are currently on “tour” to promote your new movie with you and Tom starring in it. You have just finished a whole day of interviews and rushing about. You lay in the soft bed at the hotel room, when something wakes you up.

I’m gonna fuck you the way you need to be fucked ~ Johnny x Female V 🧡

V just finished a rough mission. All she wants is to relax, but Johnny keeps nagging her. After disturbing her in the shower, she finally gets some rest in bed, but it doesn’t last long when she wakes up with an aching itch she needs to relieve herself of, but only Johnny knows how to truly get rid of that itch.

Cold Tea ~ Jackie x Reader 🧡

You just spent a fucking hot night with Jackie Welles. It’s the next morning and you’re enjoying a hot cup of tea when Jackie wants some breakfast.

ARCH Motorbike ~ Jackie x OFC 🧡

Isabel quit her job and goes to a bar to get a drink, where she meets Jackie Welles. After some drinks, they go to Jackie’s place where she sees his ARCH motorbike.

Good Morning ~ Viktor x Female V 🧡

V is in the shower, getting ready for a new day, when Viktor joins her under the hot stream of water.

A Rest Day ~ Viktor x Female V 💙

V is slumped down in her sofa, when the good doctor enters her apartment to check up on her. What started as a check up ends up in warm cuddles.

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CYBERPUNK 2077

Longer Story

The Fourth Path

Summary in link

ORIGINAL WORK

A Distant Cello

A dark one shot written to the music linked with the story

[julianottheastrologer]

Hello love! I'm here for the dynamic!! First of all happy birthday to him🧡🧡🧡

Secondly, I would like to know what does SV feels about me? (My initials are AV, if needed)

Lastly, I want to ask this to you because I trust your intuition and I like how honest and blunt you are with your replies. I'm asking this specific question because I have been dreaming about him since some days ago even though we do not talk no more.

Wish you an excellent day, sending love and hugs to you and the Birthday Boy🧡🐤🧡

Hello dear Ara,

I hope it's more hugs for me than for him.

What SV feels about you (I put SV as a guy, was easier to write)

Even though you're asking how he feels about you, what you really want to know is if he's happy with his life right now. You want to know how his life is going, how he's getting along with people after the things that happened, maybe you were a couple and split up, maybe you really wished you two really were. He feels happy for the things that happened between the two of you but he wants distance, he doesn't want to get closer and deeper into anything, in reality what he wants is to enjoy life and discover new things and with you he doesn't feel he can do that.

You asked this question because you can't let go of the past, everything that happened to you now reverberates in your current life. If you kiss someone you compare with his, if you talk to someone you think about how he would have given the answer to your question, you keep thinking about “what if”, if he had done other actions and other plans as you would currently be.

The distance occurred due to the difference of ideas and was increasing at a level where one could no longer agree with the other. And even if you blame him for not having understood each other, the chance that you were cold with their ideas and wishes is much greater and that's why he doesn't want more contact, because he feels that in the first wish he has you will cut . You were very critical of the things that happened, you set a level of perfection that you couldn't reach, if the meeting wasn't exactly the way you planned, you left unsatisfied, the biggest reason for the separation was due to your willingness to impose the truth in him.

Around you is coming more possibilities of "adult life" than romance, it's more focused on finding a career or just a job, maybe some paperwork that was overdue will get back on track (if you or your family have anything in court ), it may be a part-time course, but the reality around you now is not caring at all about what has been going on in your sentimental world. The opportunity is coming to materialize plans and not romances.

To solve your doubt you first need to wait for more signs to come, or at least start to pay more attention to what has happened to you, many details you pretend to be blind not to see, others you put as if it were not your responsibility and leave it in the obligation of the other. You need to see further than what you are seeing now, perhaps picking up the oldest messages between you will help you see reality. The key point for your doubt to be resolved is killing all the expectations you have with this person. Don't set expectations, the worst shit you can do with someone… is set expectations, no one will ever meet, believe me.

The obstacles that came until you found the solution are that you will want, and very much, to nurture all the expectations you have there with you, there is not only a premonitory dream, there are also normal dreams that show what we want, do not fall into foolish to think that because a dream showed it's reality. You don't want to let go of the past, just as you don't want to accept that you've also made your own mistakes.

The future for your question, even if it takes a long time, is that the two of you don't have a connection anymore, it's all just memories, but you're not even going to greet each other on the street anymore, it's just a basic hello and that's it. Maybe it's because you're going to discover something that will really shock you and kill all this love, maybe it's just time doing his job.

People around you, on the other hand, are seeing your question as something just out of curiosity and a lack of maturity, if you ask someone they will answer "it's just in your head" and they also think that you are posing strong and you don't want to show everything you're really thinking.

I hope it resonates, is my first time doing that spread to others.

Kisses,

Madam Saturn 💋