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[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt.14

A/n: Apologies for how long this part has taken to get to you and that it is short but being an adult has got a bit in the way of writing! Unfortunately I've no guarantees of how often I will be updating the story but know that I haven't forgotten about it and thanks to all of you still around for it.

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

Previous part - On indefinite hiatus

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The next morning, y/n was sat at the table in the bunkhouse, bowl of cereal in front of her as she watched Colby mix himself some smoothie concoction she didn’t understand.  The rest of the hands sat around the table with her making quiet conversation as they all began to liven up in preparation for the day.

“Surprised we didn’t hear anything from you lovebirds last night,” teased Jake who was met with a glare.

Y/n pointed her spoon threateningly at him, “just because I’ve spent the last 8 years in the company of you heathens doesn’t mean I don’t still have some class.”

“Is that so?” He questioned.

She nodded, “that and if I wanted to do that I have a much bigger bed in the house not surrounded by snoring ranch hands.”

“I can confirm it’s comfy as fuck and y’all should be jealous,” Ryan added smugly.

Y/n pulled a face at him, “please never suggest that these… boys… should ever be jealous of you being in bed with me.”

“I second that,” Lloyd voiced from his position next to the coffee machine, “I can only threaten one of you at a time.”

She rolled her eyes, “between you, Rip and my brothers it’s no wonder I waited so long for him to make a move.”

“Lloyd was the first one to threaten me,” Ryan admitted.

Y/n’s eyes widened, “old man I didn’t know you had it in you.  I’m impressed.”

Conversation faded out as the door to the bunkhouse opened and Rip came in to start their day.  His gaze fell on where Ryan’s arm rested on the back of y/n’s chair.  She stood up quickly, making an excuse about wanting to work one of the colts before Travis arrived later that morning.  Rip chose to comment on the fact that she’d already told him the young horses were having the day off.  

He caught her by the arm as she went to leave, “we’ll talk about this later.”

-/-/-

After finishing the morning work in the barn, y/n led Comanche out to where Jake was watching Jimmy tack his horse up.

“Thought you weren’t coming out to the herd today?” He asked upon seeing that the gelding was tacked up.

She nodded and passed the reins across, “Dad wants me to run an eye over Travis’ prospects and seeing how Dandy is off and I don’t think either of us are comfortable with the starters going out yet I figured you could run him for me today.  Besides he could do with being ridden by someone else once in a while.”

“I’ll look after him for ya,” Jake assured taking the reins, “pick us a good one.”

Y/n laughed, “if Jamie has anything to say about it we won’t be getting anything.” 

With the rest of the hands mounted up, y/n watched them ride out then turned to find a way to avoid Rip for as long as possible.  Her solution was the stall Dandy was chilling in for a few days whilst the stone bruise in her hoof healed.  Swinging by the tack room for her grooming bag, y/n spent the next hour giving the dappled mare a head-to-toe pamper.

After a while, she was pulled out of her routine by the sound of trucks coming down the drive followed by a truck horn.  Y/n groaned, knowing that Travis had just announced his arrival to the ranch meaning that Rip, Jamie and her dad would be expecting her outside shortly.  Patting the mare’s neck, she collected her stuff and exited the barn.

Standing in the driveway outside the barn, leaning against his truck watching his prospects being unloaded from the trailer, was Travis Wheately.  During her time on the circuit nearly a decade ago, y/n had become familiar with the horse trainer, although perhaps not as close as he had wanted them to be.

“Looking as gorgeous as ever y/n,” he greeted her.

She rolled her eyes, “it hasn’t worked for 10 years.  I don’t know why you still try.”

“It’s in my blood darlin’” Travis joked, “your dad around yet?”

Y/n shook her head, “he’ll be down shortly with Jamie who’ll no doubt spoil all my fun.”

“You know if you ever want to try your hand as a reiner, just say the word and I’ll make something happen.”

She smiled at him, “you know one of these days if the ranch ever doesn’t need me I might just take you up on that offer but I’m quite happy where I am right now.”

“Your talent is wasted being a ranch hand,” Travis responded, “least you can do is talk your dad into making good choices.”

Y/n laughed, “if it were up to me this wouldn’t even be a conversation.  We’d get a good one to prove but unfortunately Jamie has to be involved.  And apparently he thinks he knows best when it comes to this.  God knows the last time he worked a horse.”

“Maybe between you and Rip you’ll win out,” he offered.

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@child-of-of-the-sunshine @kendallroydefender @qardasngan @thecobraghost @little-diable @hawkeyetrained @pkawaiidesu5394 @fanboysfangirl

[tewwor]

this is me being transparent and not apologizing ( allegedly ) while also reminding yall how much i adore you, your writing, characters, creativity, and patience.

longer replies ( 3+ hefty paragraphs ) will take a lot longer for me to get to than 1-3 para threads. it's probably noticeable by now if we currently have one, but it's in my drafts! i haven't forgotten! i just .. have enough words for a few smaller things or one big thing before i need to go rinse my head or something. stare at a wall and reset.

i love all of you rockin' moots that have a ton of threads with more than one of my ridiculous characters, but i will be prioritizing the ones that retain the most interest / is the easiest for this pea brain of mine to cling to. so there might be some threads that only last a few rounds before i retire them. nothing on you or your writing! i just need to narrow things down a bit more so i don't speedrun myself into burnout and drop everything entirely.

mostly telling myself this, because i know i have a habit of doing this — i will try not to turn every single ask into a thread. that does not mean i don't love what you've written ( i absolutely do ), but it's stacking up numbers in my drafts and tbh? it's not necessary to continue every single thing unless there's super high inspiration. we can ( and i probably will ) yap about it on the sideline! so, not nullifying this completely but being more intentional with what i choose to continue!

i think besides short starters, i'll mainly be sticking replies / answered asks to queue based. if i had a smaller thread count i'd update my tracker again to show who's in line to post, but i ... just don't have it in me yall ( sad goose noises ). so if you're ever curious about about the status of a thread or ask, let me know!

last, but not least, i've noticed that i'm shifting away from discord rp again as of late. it's temporary! but if we have a server / threads there, many gomen 🙇‍♀️ it will take me even longer to get to unless you'd like to move it onto this hellsite!

[sootmemes]

SENTENCE STARTERS: LLAMAS WITH HATS EP. 1-5 dialogue had been altered slightly to make interaction easier; change words as needed ! ctrl + shift + v to paste into the inbox on desktop. TRIGGER WARNING for murder, cannibalism mention please be aware the following is related to dark & grim humor

EPISODE ONE.

[ name ] ! there is a dead person in here !

me ? wha- I didn't do this.

I do not kill people. that is my least favorite thing to do.

well, this guy walked in. so I went up to him and I... stabbed him 37 times in the chest.

[ name ] ! that kills people !

I was hungry for hands, give me a break.

my stomach was making the rumblies that only hands can satisfy.

what is wrong with you, [ name ] ?

well, I kill people and I eat hands, that's two things.

EPISODE TWO.

what on earth was all that ?

you sunk an entire cruise ship, [ name ] !

are you sure that was me ? I think I would remember something like that.

thank god the children weren't around to see it.

oh, I guess you could say it's red and sticky.

I will not apologize for art.

I have a problem. I have a serious problem.

shh ! do you hear that ? that's the sound of forgiveness.

that's the sound of people dying, [ name ].

that is what forgiveness sounds like: screaming and then silence.

EPISODE THREE.

I don't know about you, but I'm having a wonderful time here.

they were a traitor and a scoundrel.

that hurt my feelings. now we're both in the wrong.

well, I'm building a meat dragon and not just any meat will do.

oh, forget it. I'm not even shocked anymore. this has become the norm for you.

I'll have to try harder next time; I feel like I've been issued a challenge.

I totally don't remember your name.

EPISODE FOUR.

[ name ], you've tracked mud all over the carpet !

now that right there is a mess.

I'm not responsible for this.

then there is an imposter on the loose !

clue number one, the imposter is a phantom.

you've gone too far this time, [ name ].

how did you even do this ?

I ripped a tag off a mattress.

this isn't funny, [ name ].

who's laughing ? clearly not all the people who just died.

I'm leaving, I've had enough of this.

that isn't friendship, [ name ] ! that's sick !

you're right, it's not nearly as tasteful as I pictured in my head.

...probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. I don't understand how you keep forgetting that.

EPISODE FIVE.

I know you've done something. you've always done something.

you mistake me for some sort of scoundrel.

I am a respected member of the community ! to even insinuate...

I may have forgotten to mention one of my activities. I apologize, that was wrong.

I think it's just a lens flare and some dust.

I think I was expecting worse.

worse ? but this is totally fucked !

c'mon, look at this ! how did I even do this ?

I don't understand how or why you do anything.

[its-a-me-mango]

yo mango, i found this in twitter(x). a creator in twitter sented this.

Oh boy, yes this is the response I was referring to in my other post, and I have some things to say about it.

TL;DR: Clarification is nice but it shouldn't be up to the employees to apologise for something that upper management should've taken accountability for anyway. I'm not accepting everything as "fixed" until Celeste says anything else.

Obligatory "we don't know everything so don't jump to conclusions!!!" disclaimer (personally I love jumping to conclusions I love drama lol)

(also my stance on what I'm doing with this account is at the bottom of it so go take a look if you wanna know what I'm gonna do)

Ok first off, let's start positive, good to have some accountability and a bit of clarification on what's happened, considering I honestly thought GLITCH was just gonna keep quiet and hope for it to brush over, having the manager tell their side of the story is a good thing.

That's all the positives I have towards this apology because the rest are all negative.

For starters, why is the manager taking full accountability for this, while yes they made the decision, the higher ups should be taking accountability, at the end of the day Jasmine is an employee of GLITCH. Normally when something happens within a company, the company itself will put out a statement taking accountability for the actions of their staff. This hasn't happened yet, it's not Jasmine's full responsibility for this, there should be recognition from the company of their mistake.

I get if they're taking a while to make a response, but it's not hard to put out a statement saying "hey, we fucked up, sorry". It would be miles better than having an employee put it out IN THEIR FAN DISCORD SERVER OF ALL PLACES, thank got it got reposted because none of us would know others.

Furthermore, what is the main message from this, the main reason for this happening? "Oops I forgot". That's such a shitty excuse, especially for a manager. I completely understand getting overworked as hell, from what I've seen Jasmine is also the manager for a lot of other things at GLITCH, and if GLITCH's Glassdoor reviews are anything to go by, overworking employees seems to be their biggest flaw.

Something like this slipping their mind would be fair and understandable under those circumstances, but that's what upper management is for, it's up to them to make sure people do what they're employed to do, that includes making sure the appropriate messages are sent out, especially for big changes like this. Of course no one likes to have a boss that questions everything you do, but having someone check that all the appropriate messages are sent out is pretty damn important for running a company.

This is ultimately a show of poor management on GLITCH's behalf, had they communicated better not just with Celeste but also with each other, this entire situation would've been avoided.

I don't think this is some catastrophic downfall that can never be resolved, it actually can be resolved quite easily. All it involves is an admission of negligence on GLITCH's side and a proper apology to be sent and accepted by Celeste. Obviously I'm not gonna go demanding such things be made public but treating this like GLITCH's downfall is just kinda silly, this can be fixed.

Yes this is bad, and you should feel upset/angry about this all happening, seeing voice actors being treated poorly and "forgotten" about sucks and doesn't reflect well on GLITCH at all, if you don't want to support GLITCH right now that's completely reasonable, but this isn't worth wishing the companies downfall over. Advocate for change, not carnage.

There is also the possibility that this whole "apology" is bullshit. More comments from SMG2's now former VA have come out about this apology.

If this is all true, then that's just as bad on GLITCH's side. Ultimately we won't know the entire story until Celeste makes any other comment, however given how taxing this has all been on her, it's understandable if she doesn't say anything now, or ever to be honest.

My love and support goes out to Celeste during this time. I hope she and GLITCH can come to some kind of agreement that allows everyone to move on.

Anyway, so about me now, haiiii

I'm likely gonna mostly hault making SMG4 art for a while due to this, I love this series and I don't like to see this all happen to it, but I care more about treating voice actors fairly and making sure they're given the respect they deserve, if that involves stopping my support for GLITCH for now then so be it. I'm hoping this gets resolved, if that does happen i'll go back to normal, if not thennnnn I'll deal with that when it happens.

I'm still happy to interact with people in this community still, there's a few ideas and pieces I want to make for other people still, things like AU arts and DTIYS's, so I'll be doing that, but as for new SMG4 art and memes, not right now. (lets face if the SMG4 community on Tumblr is so far removed from everyone else it's basically our own series out here lmao)

I'll still draw Mango don't worry, he's basically my persona so I can detach him from SMG4 for now, my silly lil guy isn't going anywhere.

I understand that a lot of people are upset by this and are trying to block it out and carry on as normal. While I understand why most of you are taking that stance, I know a lot of you are teens and SMG4 is a source of comfort for a large chunk of you, please don't just ignore all this happening. I don't even care if you take an inconclusive stance on this, just please don't block it out entirely and pretend it's not happening, that's just not fair on Celeste.

I'll be doing my best to keep up with this as much as possible. I know I've come across as overly critical during all this, but I don't like seeing people act like GLITCH has done nothing wrong and never can. It's ok if a company you like has done something shitty, they do that all the time, but its not ok to let them get away with it and pretend it never happened, that's just covering for their shitty actions. I'm not going to cover for GLITCH's shitty actions which is why I'm speaking up about it and will continue to do so until some kind of resolution is reached.

Anyway I've talked enough, if you're reading haii hello thanks for reading the whole thing , if you skimmed to the bottom I'm shooting you with lasers (/j). We'll see what comes of all this but until then take care. <3

[kittyplushy]

TALK TO ME LIKE A REAL PERSON

Author's note: Ever notice how consistent the phrase "Don't be so hard on yourself" is in BTTWNS? Huh. Anyway Präludium spoilers ig.

I thought we could be friends.

I was 21. Grappling with an intrusive thought that was whispering in my ear for years. It spoke to me when I came close to a freshly killed goat. It spoke to me when I hid under my table whenever my mom came home from work. It grinded its teeth on the plane to Germany all those years ago. But I was hopeful that something in the realm of normalcy would take its place. Something less grim. Something gentler. Kinder. Like the generosity of a stranger. I've hopped on many cars and vans in my journey. We've all made small talk and laughed until I was thrown back into a highway or at a brothel. Nothing seemed to last between any of those conversations but nobody was as inviting. He let me camp with him at a private spot. He wanted to get to know me. He was earnestly invested in my little life until halfway through the hike I realized he was after something else. Nothing malicious, but he was looking to romance me. Nothing new but it was certainly unwelcome. What threw me off was the way he spun our conversations to revolve around him. Him and I. The two of us in a beautiful forest far away. Like we'd emerge happier somehow. Every attempt I made at opening up was hushed and every time I almost brought myself to tell him no, I held back. But the voice called for some retribution, it was familiar and cold and I was becoming sick of being hushed down.

"Don't be so hard on yourself"

Bandage solution. It was like I heard that sentence more than I could count. It encompassed every negative situation someone can take personally. Friendly Neutral enough to be ignored. Useful enough for someone to actually reconsider doing. But it never really solves anything. Why should it? It's your problem, not mine.

Molding that mask I wear took a while to perfect. I made myself likable, blank, and clean enough for people to project into but never truly know. I was good enough at acting kind or helpful that a simple pat on the back was enough to straighten them up. Nobody really came to me for personal advice or help, and small talk was easy if you danced their tune and nodded your head. No reason to be overly sympathetic. It was enough you just smiled or waved at them.

Truth is, nobody cares about authenticity in Woodbrook. It's best if you're honest but no one is asking for you to dampen their day when you say "I'm sad" to a conversation starter. You're just too sensitive. That's the secret to blending in. Don't talk like a person. Talk like a friend. Memorize what they like not what they're like.

Then the experience of acting like a friend blows up in your hands when you realize that there are people who aren't from Woodbrook. There are people who know how empty a sentence is. There are people like Julianne.

I initially panicked when she told me I don't mean it when I tell her to not be so hard on herself. She looked at me with a hurt expression and she sighed.

"Yeah, as if saying that hundreds of times helps me."

She cut her finger, slicing through a carrot in frustration. I went to take her hand but she resisted, washing the blood off her finger herself.

"Sorry."

When that didn't work out, my mind began looking for other reassurances or anything else to say. I was on the edge of frieghtened. I just tailed behind her to see if her finger was fine. Julianne wrapped it in tissue and applied pressure to stop the bleeding for a few minutes. I stood with her on the kitchen island until she could muster up the words to tell me to go away.

When dinner was ready, she accepted a band-aid I prepared for her and some medicine to avoid any infections. Julianne shamefully looked back at me after hours to apologize as well.

"Sorry. I know you mean well. I don't know why I came out like that."

We had both forgotten why she was venting in the first place. I wish I remembered so I could properly comfort her. But now there was nothing I could do to help her.

"It's okay to be blunt about it. I just don't know what to say to you."

"Sam, you don't have to say anything. You don't even need to worry about reassuring me. It's my problem that I want reassurance. If I'm sad, it's fine if you leave me alone. It's okay if I cook alone."

She cried during dinner and all I did was hold her hand.

She decided to go home instead of sleep over. I offered to drive her back but she insisted on walking. Julianne looked mad. Disappointed. Defeated. She made me her comfort food but we didn't have a good night or a hot meal.

Before she left, I pushed myself to give her a hug. I rested my face on her shoulder and squeezed her closer to my chest. She did not respond back.

"I do want you to feel better. Trust me."

"Please don't reward bad behavior, Sam. I just want you to talk to me like a real person."

But the problem is, I'm not a person. I'm barely even a 21 year old. All I know is to kill. All I know is to play neighborhood. I can't be a person now 25 years past my entry point. I can't do that for you.

I just hope you can find someone who will talk to you like they did love you.

I love you.

I can't be sure how I can love you the way you need me to.

[thelampisaflashlight]

The Long and Short of it All

[A ficlet about Dew trying to repair other people's friendships, feat. my oc, Bea.] Below the cut.

Dew scans the rolling fields of tall grass swaying in the wind, hands cupped by his forehead to block the winter sun from his vision, lips curling into an easy smile at the first subtle peek of short brown hair amongst the golden waves.

"Hey!" he calls, lifting one arm into the air and waving it vigorously at the figure that pokes their head up from where they're kneeling upon the ground, "Bea!"

A pause as the woman squints, and then grins, offering him a small wave in return as she eases herself from the dirt, her gloved hands braced against her stained knees.

"Well, well, well! If it isn't my favorite little fire starter!" she laughs, slipping her gloves off as she climbs the small hill he's stood upon, tucking them into the front pocket of her overalls, "What brings you to this side of the lake?"

"Mountain sent me," Dew says, taking in the view from atop the hill; The lake shines, bitter cold but not quite gone to ice, surrounded by a thousand bare trees sticking up from the earth like teeth, with the occasional still green holly or pine, "since he knows you're still pissed about the greenhouse."

Bea makes an airy, "tsk" sound and sighs.

"I told him time and time again that-" she shakes her head, cutting herself off, "Never mind all of that, what does he need?"

"It seems your plants are being... temperamental." Dew explains, "Normally, all of the plants around the abbey listen to Mount, but the ones you've planted are being, in his own words, 'Finicky little brats'... Not sure how a rose bush can be a brat, but he says he can't get them to grow the way he wants them to."

"If he wants my help," Bea crosses her arms, "then he needs to apologize first."

"He has told me he regrets what he said-" Dew starts.

"To you, maybe." the other frowns, "But not to me. He even sent you here instead of coming himself. Who's being a brat now?"

Dew sticks his hands in his pockets, toeing the ground a bit with his sneaker, "I mean..."

He fidgets and casts his gaze downward.

"I... I don't know why you two... Couldn't you come and talk to him?"

Bea's hands twitch.

"...Why should I do that?" she asks, brown eyes narrowing, hurt apparent, "He's the one who-"

"Because between the two of you," Dew begins, "you're the one that's the most stubborn, you... You're allowed to be mad, upset... but, if you don't come and see him, it's only going to get worse. I mean, I know, from experience... That's how you lose a friend."

Dew watches Bea consider his words, watches the tension leave her body as she drops her arms at her sides.

"...I'll meet him halfway."

"That's-"

"Halfway." she repeats, "If he can prove he's willing to try and fix this, then I'll at least do that much."

"Halfway." Dew echoes, then nods, "Okay, got it."

"Honestly..." Bea pulls her gloves back out of her pocket, slapping them against her thigh to shake some of the dirt from them, "...I've kind of forgotten what we were even arguing about."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." she snorts, "I think, ya know, I think I'm just so used to people leaving 'cause of..."

She gestures vaguely at herself and Dew frowns, knowing all too well what she means by it.

"...I didn't used to be like this."

"It's hard." Dew agrees, looking back out over the lake, at the light hitting the surface, making it glitter and shine, "You can't expect a dog that's been beaten down to trust even a gently offered hand."

"We're dogs now?" Bea laughs, voice pitching slightly.

"Metaphorically speaking." he shrugs, "...Mount doesn't mean... didn't mean to scare you like that."

"I know."

"Do you though?"

The breeze trails between them, a stray snowflake drifting through the air, landing on the gardener's shoulder, and melting into the fabric of her jacket.

"...I dunno." she whispers after a moment, "...Confrontation sucks."

Dew just nods.

"Halfway." she says again, straightening her back, sounding a bit more confident, "Halfway and I'll... I'll talk to the plants... Fuck that sounds so stupid."

"I almost forgot that's why I came out here." Dew barks out a laugh, "You... earth adjacent folks are so weird."

"Oi, you're the walking matchstick here." Bea fires back, "You wish you could sweet talk the trees."

"Actually, I don't, because I think if I started talking to the flora, the higherups would have me carted away."

"True enough." Bea hums, starting down the trail leading to the lake.

"Do the plants ever talk shit about people?" Dew asks, following behind her at an even pace.

"It's less talking shit and more asking for it." Bea casually remarks.

"Gross."

"Hey, whatever helps them grow-"

[aliyebalik]

closed starter for @archiemorgan at dough depot

Being late was so endemic to Aliye's lifestyle that she wondered how her friends ever put up with her and just assumed that they knew she would be at least fifteen minutes late any time she met up with them. Rushing through the doors of the pizza shop, Aliye grinned over at Archie apologetically when she spotted him, rushing over to plop down into the seat across from him. "Seven forty-two, not bad for a seven thirty show time," she chuckled, any pretense of apology dropping pretty fast. Bringing her bag around in front of her, she dug through for a second before retrieving a handful of crumpled up sheets of paper to lay out on the table. Smoothing them out to the best of her ability, she looked proudly over at Archie and pushed them his way. "Okay, this is the wildest thing I've ever done, I attempted to do some planning for the Costa Rica trip that we absolutely are going to take at some point in the future when you and Hazal and all our best mates are free," she explained, not having forgotten the suggested trip. "I printed out a few super cool villas that we could look into. Split it up five, ten people and it's not like crazy expensive at all."

[loudlyunladylike]

Hey there,

It's been a while hasn't it? 2 whole years is a long time to be gone, so to those of you who remember me, don't worry I'm alive and well! Or as well as I can be, and to those who don't remember or don't know me, hi there! My name is Ender, or at least that's what most people know me for.

I'm the first anon who tecnically originated the whole Unsung Falls thing, if any of you remember it, I'm also the one who kinda made the named anon things so prominent in this blog.

Now that most of you are familiar with me, you're probably wondering what happened, where I've been, the whole shee bag. Well, for starters, I'd like to apologize for just vanishing for 2 years straight, I hope I didn't freak anyone out during that time.

But explaining what happened, well, the entire thing started when I was at the peak of my hyperfixation with dsmp, I found Loudly's blog and started interacting from there, but I was starting to fall out of interest with the fandom, and when Technoblade passed away, well... I couldn't hold myself much longer in the fandom, and I started drifting away from a lot of things I used to enjoy.

Then life happened, and life is still happening, I started learning more abaut myself and dealing with a lot of personal things, specially abaut my gender identity, remember when we joked abaut Ranboo stealing our genders? Yeah, guess that wasn't much of a joke after all (this little egg finally got out of the shell 🏳️‍⚧️!). Another things is that I've been researching for my first big scale school project that I have to present untill the end of the year, so yeah, I've been busy.

But just because I've been busy dosen't mean I forgot abaut this blog, I've made incredibly good memories here, and I've met amazing people as well, specially the blog owner, you were a big inspiration and motivation to pursue my little writing streak Loudly.

And don't think I've forgotten abaut any of you Unsung Falls anons, I may not remember all of your names, but I do have many found memories with all of you, and belive me when I say that you all made an impact bigger on me than any of you will ever know.

I'm not sure if I'll be back fully or not, I might drop by every once in a while, but I'm not sure, but what I am sure is that I won't ever forget this blog or any of the people in it. I might move on from the fandom, but I'll always remember every single one of you with a smile on my face.

Besides, I'm always lurking around in this blog, even when I couldn't interact much, so don't worry, I'll still be here even if you can't see me.

I don't see this as a goodbye, I see this as a "see you around", because that's what I hope will happen son.

See you around Unsung Falls!

From a young Farlander and aspiring writer

– Ender Anon/⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀ ⏃⋏⍜⋔💜🤍

ENDER!!!! :")

OH MY GOD, OUR BELOVED HI!!! Oh I missed you, we missed you, god two years hi. This feels like the end of a season finale where a character last seen in like season one appears and the crowd goes wild.

More importantly though hi I'm glad you're doing well :") even with all those ups and downs and busyness but that's ok, we all have those. Congrats on the gender btw🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️!!! holy shit so epic!!!! And your project, and your writing!! aaa, incredible soso cool, you're doing fantastically and I'm so proud of you.

Oh I feel so emotional overwhelmed and touched by all of this lovely-ness /pos. No matter how much you come and go you've always got a place here, we haven't forgot about you either and we never will, you're awesome, see you around friend! o7

[electricea]

Night, beautiful people! I feel proud of how many asks I did today, but I did want to apologize for some being late - for whatever reason, I thought I had finished the White Day stuff. I just hope you know that if you see an older or holiday-specific thing, there's no obligation to respond - I just don't want to delete these asks as I love receiving them and always like leaving that door open for interaction. Once I've got a few more done, I can once again refocus on the starter call - which I haven't forgotten! Have a great night, you guys. All the best.

[mahalkitajohnnysuh]

You're Such an Ass

Sometimes, you've got to let out your brain farts.

The GIF below should hint at what this is going to be. Oh yeah, baby - it's going to be about Mark Lee!

Expect butt puns and Johnny being the big adorable shit that he is.

I think this is the most crack thing I've written for the fandom so far, so I hope you enjoy my humor.

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

POV: 2nd person

Word count: 1,640 words

Additional notes: I think I've already noted what you needed to know, so I hope you enjoy this silly piece.

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“You know what, love? I’m taking back what I said about you.”

Johnny was surprised by your words that he almost dropped his phone on the floor. You were standing beside him while he was scrolling through his phone and drinking coffee on the dining table.

“What do you mean by that, baby?” You pointed at Mark, who was crouched in front of the fridge, rummaging for something to eat. The younger guy has been in the same position for some time now, and his butt was sticking out.

You have been living with him and your boyfriend for over a year already, but this is the first time you noticed his backside. You had a thing for guys that had great asses, and you couldn’t believe that Mark Lee, the bashful boy-next-door type, has a badonkadonk.

“Ah, that,” Johnny groaned, placing his phone on the table. “Well, I can’t beat that. He has the plumpest ass out of all of us. But I still have a great one, right?” He pulled you closer to him, a cheesy grin on his face.

“Yeah, you do, but…look at that!” You loudly whispered, your eyes widening at how Mark even stuck his butt out more as he continued to rummage the vegetable compartment.

“My anaconda don’t,” Johnny started singing, making you cackle. “My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun!” you continued, now bursting into boisterous laughter.

“Oh my gosh, look at his butt,” your boyfriend repeatedly said in his best valley girl accent, which made you lose it.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” Mark has now stood up with an apple in his hand, an eyebrow raised at you. You looked like a mess on the floor, clutching at your stomach.

“Essie noticed your famous feature just now,” Johnny deadpanned, now going back to his phone and coffee. The younger guy looked at his behind, which had a bit of a wedgie from crouching for too long. He quickly fixed his sweatpants before stalking off to the couch to eat his breakfast.

“I’m sorry, Marky! I only noticed that you have a great ass,” You have now composed herself and approached him to offer more apologies. But before you could even reach the sofa, he stormed off to his room.

You looked at Johnny in shock, your mouth agape at what just happened.

“Uh oh, he didn’t take that well,” your partner commented, now standing beside you. “He gets conscious about that, especially as it came from you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, for starters, you’re a girl. Have you forgotten about that?” Johnny chuckled, plopping on the sofa to continue browsing on his phone.

You rolled your eyes at his comment. “Duh, I haven’t! Well, this is awkward. But I couldn’t help it, love! They’re like peaches ripe for the picking!”

“You better apologize to him, baby. And try not to tease him about if you can, okay?”

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Although Mark forgave you immediately for your silly antics about his butt, you didn’t keep your promise to Johnny by teasing him about it still. Not that your boyfriend could even keep his word when it comes to teasing the younger guy though. This is Johnny Suh we’re talking about. Together, you were inseparable and annoying to the highest level.

You played butt-related songs whenever Mark passed by, and Johnny would join in the teasing by twerking with you and laughing about it afterward.

But when you played “Bubble Butt,” Mark lost it and didn’t go home. Two days later, you found out from Haechan that he was staying at their place for the meantime.

“Noona, we know how he’s extremely blessed in that department, but you don’t have to remind him about that every day,” he sounded like he was trying his best not to laugh over your video call, but you knew he was amused at the situation.

“I’m sorry, Haechannie! But you know how Johnny and I get when we’re in a teasing mood, right?”

“Yeah, both of you are ruthless! You just won’t stop! I believe Mark was able to list some of the songs you played even if he was pissed,” Haechan couldn’t contain his laughter and had to step out of the room he was in to let it all out.

The three of you shared laughter for a moment before Haechan cleared his throat and went back to your conversation. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to sing ‘Bootylicious’ to him! And ‘My Humps’! You two are evil!”

You and Johnny couldn’t help but sing and dance a mash-up of the two songs, which made your recipient cover his reddened face from laughing too much.

“I bet you would join us if you were here though,” Johnny said, and the maknae hummed in approval. “But Mark had it when we played ‘Bubble Butt’ though.”

Haechan burst into laughter again, and you heard him sniffing. You knew what that meant – he became teary-eyed at how hilarious this was. But he also had to serve as the mediator since Mark is one of your housemates, and you want him to return to your home eventually.

“Anyway, you have to stop that. I know it’s funny, and I would’ve joined you in teasing him about this, but he’s…hurt about this.”

“Oh, Haechannie! You wanted to say butt hurt so bad!” You screeched, making all of you erupt into laughter again.

“Baby, stop it! Don't be such an ass!” Johnny playfully slapped your shoulder and grabbed the phone from you. “Tell Mark Lee we’re really sorry, and we would leave this all…behind,” you and Haechan snorted, “and we promise not to tease him anymore about this.”

“Okay, that’s noted. I’ll relay that to him, but don’t expect that he’ll go home there immediately. Since we’re busy with projects together, I think he’ll be back there in a week or two,” Haechan said, “and please, I hope you’ll be over teasing Mark about his ass by then.”

“Will you get over that, baby?” Johnny asked, sassily putting hands on his hips and raising an eyebrow at you.

“I think I will,” you said with conviction before your call ended. “I think I’ll get over Mark Lee’s cute and juicy butt,” you said to yourself softly this time when you were left alone with your thoughts.

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Haechan was right – Mark indeed went home two weeks after their project.

The apartment the three of you shared was quiet when he returned, and he hoped that you and Johnny would have gotten over teasing his butt.

He knew that he’s already the butt of jokes in your circle of friends, but Haechan was teasing him lately with butt puns then laughing in a corner when he wasn’t looking. Renjun reported that to him when they went out to dinner the other night, and he felt resigned that his housemates had influenced him as well.

Sometimes, he thought his stomach-related problems contributed to how his ass has become so rotund. Does shitting contribute to this? He did check Google but found articles on anal sex and painful bowel movements instead. He’ll have to deep dive into the Internet some other time.

When he laid his bag on the sofa, it was coincidental that you also opened the door to your room. You were surprised to see him back, thinking that he would sulk for a couple more weeks before coming home.

“Hi Marky, welcome home,” you said softly, your hand still on the doorknob. “Have you just arrived?” He nodded, and you approached him cautiously. When he didn’t move from his spot, you enveloped him in a hug.

“I’m so sorry, my Marky baby. I mean it,” you cooed, ruffling his hair, “And I missed you.”

“I missed you too, noona,” he whispered, finally hugging you back. “And Johnny hyung too.”

You laughed at that and continued to ruffle his hair some more. He doesn’t like it when others do that to him, but he makes an exception for you. Maybe he still has some feelings for you.

But when you got tired of playing with his hair, your arms snaked around his waist. Since you’re quite the touchy person, your hands slid further to the top of his butt. “May I?” You mouthed, eyes gleaming at the prospect of touching your recent obsession.

Mark let out a deep sigh before nodding in approval. You tried not to squeal as your hands cupped his butt cheeks gently.

“Oh my, they’re soft,” you murmured, squeezing them this time. Mark was burning at your touch, his face as red as the insides of the watermelon he loved so much.

“What’s this I’m seeing?” Johnny gasped at the sight of you playing with Mark’s ass. “Baby, did you ask permission?”

You gave a thumbs-up with one hand before it went back to playing with the younger guy’s backside.

“I missed him, Johnny boo! Didn’t you miss him too?” You have let go of Mark, who was now sitting on the sofa covering his flushed face. He was embarrassed that you were playing with his butt, and his hyung had to see that. He wasn’t sure if Johnny recorded that because if he did, he has new blackmail material.

“Hmmm, maybe not,” he teased. You stuck out your tongue at him, and he took it as an invitation to join you guys.

“Welcome back, bro,” he tapped Mark’s back before sitting beside him. You squeezed in between them and initiated conversation like all the teasing never happened.

The younger guy felt relieved that normalcy has been restored now, but he never knew with you and Johnny. As Haechan told him: “Your housemates are the worst when it comes to teasing, and it’s when you least expect it that they do.”

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FIN

P.S. I won't link the songs I mentioned since I feel bad for teasing Mark about his bum. Well, sort of.

[frilledgay]

cyrokinetic-iceman replied to your post “so i’m just gonna throw this out there…starter call because i’m bored...”

hah we should do the siren/pirate verse we discussed 34580 years ago :) sorry i succ with doing things :) ilyanna

Hafliði emerged from the water to pull himself onto a rock to bask in the sunlight. He was far from the shore so surely he was far away from any humans to bother him. The siren stretched out and yawned as he draped himself over the warm surface. As much as he preferred the cold water not even he could deny how comfortable it could be to just lay there and not do anything for a while. Especially on a stomach full of mackerel. 

After a while he thought he heard a sound in the distance. Something was approaching, but it was too far away and too unimportant for Hafliði to care too much. When the sound got close enough he’d move out of the way and only then. It sounded like a ship or something, those were never too fast, especially in shallow waters. He had plenty of time.

@cyrokinetic-iceman

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Three)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Two ※※※※※ Chapter Four

My mother spent the night with me and early in the morning I managed to convince her to go home and sort out her own things. Stephen was supposed to arrive at 8 am and I didn't want her here when that happened, she wouldn't like to see him at all.

“If there's anything I'll call, you can go, really.” I assure her, who goes reluctantly.

The clock struck five to eight and I was for the thousandth time running my hands through my hospital gown and my hair. My hands were sweating and my stomach was churning, I stared at the door as if I wanted to open it with the power of my mind, until it opened.

It was shocking to see him so different from what I remembered. His hair was shaved and bleached, almost white. Now he had a colorless rose on his neck that took up half of his left side and a piercing in his septum. He was a different person, just like me, it really had been years.

“Only Marnie McGonagall manages to remain exuberant even all run down.” he cracks a wide smile to break the tension. “These are for you!” he hands me a bouquet of daisies. They're not my favorite, but I thank him.

“Thank you, they are beautiful. Thank you for coming.” I try to control my breathing. It's all so strange.

“I was surprised by the call, I swore that after you left you would never speak to me again.” he throws himself on the chair beside the bed.

“So our breakup was real?”

“Yes, but not the way you were told, you met this famous guy and fell for him. We had already broken up when I started going out with Bethany.” he talks as if he is talking about the weather. The mention of him and Bethany together makes me nauseous, maybe it was jealousy.

“My mother talked about cheating, that I caught you guys.” I introduce the subject calmly, I know how much Stephen hates to be accused of anything. He rolls his eyes like he' s saying ‘I knew it.’.

“It impresses me that you buy that, Lizzie. You know how much your parents hate me. You broke up with me, that's true, but because you met this guy. He bewitched you, and it wasn't easy to get over you.”

I take a deep breath trying to control myself. It was too much information, too much information. I had broken up with Stephen for Luke, this didn't make any sense. I loved Stephen, I still do. Maybe this memory loss was a chance for us to get back to the way things were before.

“Did you and Bethany...?”

“No! It didn't work out, then she moved to Canada with her family, it wasn't going to work out, and deep down…” he comes closer, sitting on the bed and holding my hand. “I still love you.”

I open my mouth, but can't say anything, the statement takes me in total surprise. Stephen seizes the moment and kisses me. Nostalgia overwhelms me and all the moments we have lived through take over my mind, but deep, deep down, something screams in my head, it wasn't right, it didn't feel right. It wasn't him.

I lower my head breaking the kiss, feeling more lost than before. Stephen holds himself in place, but my urge is to push him away. Something bubbles up inside me and it is not happiness or passion.

“I think it's time for you to go.” I let out a harsher tone than I expected. I still don't face his eyes, maybe out of fear, maybe because I can't bear to look at him.

“You call me here and send me away like this?” he asks incredulously and offended. “You are unbelievable, Marnie. I don't know why I still waste my time with you. Your memory may have faded, but deep down you are still under his spell.” at that moment I abruptly turn my face to meet his. I know that my eyes are burning with anger, and so are his.

“I said, it's time for you to go.” I say in a broken voice, listening to my heartbeat rise.

Stephen stares for a few seconds before he gets up, picks up the daisies, and slams the door. I sink into bed, trying to calm myself. It really wasn't one of my better ideas to call Stephen here, but maybe it was necessary.

I turn on the TV and flip through the channels until I notice a picture of me. I go back to the channel and turn up the volume. They are talking about my accident and without me being able to prepare myself, they play the video of how it all happened.

I hold my breath as the pickup truck crashes into my side, causing my car to spin on the road and crash into the pole. They play it one more time, but in slow motion. The tip of my nose tingles and my eyes start to fill up.

Still watching the TV, my mind brings back the moment of the accident.

"I crank up the starter and before I can send the audio, I feel a loud impact on my left side. A deafening noise fills the entire car. Quite faintly, I watch the track spin and feel the shards of glass hit me, before I give myself over to that uncontrollable sleep."

The video changes and they show my attending, I cover my mouth, watching my unconscious body being pulled from the car.

My stomach clenches and I feel like vomiting from the nervousness. I turn off the TV and grab my cell phone, going back to researching my life in an attempt to distract myself.

Unlike yesterday, I Google my name and see what headlines pop up about me. Some sites give a brief summary of my trajectory, which helps me a little.

I watch some videos of rehearsals, interviews, fashion shows, even those videos of paparazzi leaving restaurants, with him. I look again at Instagram calmly, photo by photo, video by video, even the stories archives. There are several parties, trips, slumber nights, bts from photo rehearsals, and a lot of stuff with him, again. Of course, he is your boyfriend. Asshole!

I barely recognize myself on the screen. The Marnie I watch is outgoing, funny and charismatic, and I was never like that, at least as far back as I can remember. Which leads me to believe that this Marnie, model, famous and full of important friends, is a character.

Leah, Noah, Calum, Ashton, Mike and Kyleen. They don't just seem like friends, they seem like my family, brothers, I don't know. While it is fun to watch some of these videos, of all of us fooling around and messing up, on the other hand it hurts not to have any memories of them.

“How is my little girl doing?” I snap out of my trance and run my eyes to the door. I feel my eyes water as I recognize the middle-aged man.

“Dad!” I hadn't realized the urge to cry until I saw him. Until I felt his embrace.

“ It's okay, my love. I'm here. It's going to be all right, I swear!” he comforts me while I soak his shirt.

“ I'm sorry.” I pull away, trying to control my tears.

“For what?” he looks at me curiously. I shrug, not knowing what to say. Lately I feel I have to apologize for everything. “Honey, none of this is your fault. This amnesia is just a sequel, in a little while it will go away and you will remember everything.”

“I hope so. Even because everything I've forgotten has been very hard to remember.” I comment, playing with the bar of the blanket.

“ It's been a busy three years. You went from just my little girl, to one of the top models of 2019. That's quite a breakthrough.” he laughs, which makes me crack a smile. Only my dad could make me find that funny.

“Apparently I'm dating a rock star.” I join in with him.

“A very nice guy, I must say. He gave me a Gibson guitar.” he widens his eyes, emphasizing how awesome that was.

“Dad, you play guitar?” that would be nothing compared to what I couldn't remember.

“No, but it is amazing to have it on the wall.” for the first time since this whole nightmare, I allow myself to laugh.

My father spent the rest of the morning with me. He told me about his new job and how he was traveling the world now, helping his boss. I don't know how my mother was dealing with all this, she hated to be away from him.

“Mom must not like this new job of yours at all, huh?” I ask, scraping my red Jell-O.

I glare at my father when I notice his silence. We were sharing the bed space, he also had a Jell-O and we looked like two little girls gossiping while stuffing themselves with ice cream. I find his silence strange and wonder if something is wrong.

“Dad?” I call him once more.

“I was trying to find the best way to tell you this.” he sits up straight.

“What? Did you and Mom have a fight?” that was normal, not that big a deal.

“No! Actually, a little more than two years ago, your mother and I talked and we thought it was better to go our separate ways... with different people.” he speaks very slowly, calmly, and a little fearfully. I blink a few times, taking in the words and what they meant together. They got divorced?

I sit up like him, feeling uneasy. I start to breathe deeply. My relationship went down the drain. My parents broke up. Bethany disappeared across Canada. Nothing, absolutely nothing, that I had before had survived.

“Honey?” he brings me back to reality.

“Why? What? What happened?’ I ask. He opens his mouth a few times, saying nothing, trying to find what to say.

“Things were not going very well anymore. We were arguing too much and not even looking at each other anymore.” he takes a deep breath, visibly uncomfortable. “And I had an affair with a woman from my old job, that was the end of it.” he says so low, I can hardly hear, and honestly, it was better not to listen.

I always grew up thinking that my father was the best man in the world. My superhero. Prince Charming from all the Disney movies. The kind of man I would like to meet in my life. And then I find out that my father was none of these things. He is just like all the others.

“How could you?” disgust overflows in my mouth. “You have a family.” again something bubbles up inside me.

“I have no excuse, no justification, I was wrong and I regret the way things turned out. It didn't have to be this way. Okay, today your mother and I are friends and we go our separate ways, but there was no need for all that suffering to happen.” he stares again at the jelly, ashamed.

Silence fills the room. Nobody knows what to say. I don't recognize the man next to me. I don't even know what is going on in my head at the moment, there are so many thoughts and assumptions that I feel like I'm going crazy.

“Have you found someone yet? I mean, are you still with that woman from your old job?” I ask softly, poking the skin on my finger.

“No, she was just a fling. It didn't work out. Your mother was seeing someone until last month, but apparently it didn't work out.” he shrugs, which shocks me a little. I know it's so natural for them, but I'm still absorbing it here. “I met someone, Meredith. We've been together for a year now.” he gives me a beautiful, passionate smile. “Let me show you some pictures.” He gets as excited as a teenager. “Unless you don't want to.” he looks at me fearfully.

“I want to.” I crack a tight smile.

My father is back to being the excited teenager as he shows me the pictures of Meredith and her children. Children?

“They're yours?” I ask slightly jealous.

“No, Kendall and Samantha are from her first marriage, they are twins.” he smiles. “But I love them as if they were my own, the same way I love you.” he gives me a kiss on the side of my head.

He passes me another picture and my heart races as soon as I see them both, he on my lap and she on Luke's lap. I hold up the cell phone and stare at the picture with an ache in my chest.

“This was at my wedding, you both looked beautiful.” my father comments softly. I bite my lip, trying to control my crying and smiling at the same time. We really did look beautiful.

“I always wanted to have brothers, remember?” I ask with my voice shaking. I pass another picture and now my father and Meredith are posing with the four of us.

“They think you are the best big sister in the world.” I grimace, letting the tears come over me. They are not from sadness. Honestly, I don't even know what they are from, but the feeling is good.

Around lunchtime my father left, as he was exhausted, he had come straight here from the airport after a 12 hour flight. I was alone for the rest of the afternoon reading, until my mother arrived at 4pm to pick me up.

When we left the room, I noticed that Luke didn't come, which I find strange, since I remember my mother had commented that he was coming with her.

“He had an upcoming incident with the band, but he should be at your apartment later.”

The fact that I have to wait longer to talk to him makes me nervous and anxious. I just wish he would show up soon so he could help me with everything and clear up the sea of curiosity.

Along the way, I am talking to my mother about her and my father. I was so distracted by the conversation that I didn't even notice when we arrived in front of a beautiful building.

“Are you sure we are at the right address?” I ask looking out the window. My mother laughs and gets out of the car. I live here?

When we get to my floor, I realize that there is only one apartment per floor. We must be at the wrong address. My jaw drops as I enter the hall of the apartment.

Right away I find a huge painting of myself on the wall to my left. I was wearing that strange make-up and an even stranger outfit. The tone is black and white, but I am sure that the color picture is very colorful.

“This was the picture of your first magazine cover.” my mother clarifies with a huge smile on her face. I stare at my picture again, still frowning.

I follow my mother into the living room, once again letting my jaw drop. I had a living room right at the entrance, to my right was the living room with a huge TV, and to my left was the dining room. Slowly, I walk through the space, looking at everything breathlessly.

“Is this my apartment?” I ask in surprise. My mother lets out a short laugh before confirming. “I bought it?” she nods. “With my money?” she nods again. “As a model?” she laughs. “Okay! This is still too much for me.”

I walk curiously around the apartment again, looking at the kitchen, living rooms and, of course, the bedrooms. Two guest rooms and mine. When I reach the second floor, I am confronted with a hallway full of pictures. They range from personal photos to work photos. I pay more attention to the pictures of me and Luke. We are a beautiful couple.

I go into my room and find everything arranged. I let the excitement take over me when I see the closet. I look at the clothes, amazed, besides several boxes of brands like Gucci, Prada and Chanel still unopened.

On the last shelf, I see an older looking box, the slightly faded color catches my eye. I pull out a small ladder and carefully pull the box onto my lap, it wasn't heavy, but doing this with a broken arm and a twisted leg is not easy.

I sit down on the closet floor itself and open the box, wishing I hadn't seen it and maybe never opened it. I gently run my hand over those little souvenirs with tears in my eyes once again. I need to stop crying.

Movie and concert tickets, dried flowers, empty peanut cans, cards, cabin photos, and beer caps, everything I lived through with Luke. The feeling that takes over me is almost suffocating. My body feels and radiates all that it represented, but my mind would not let the image load.

Underneath it all, I pull out a diary and, at the same time that curiosity eats away at me, fear also takes over. I close my eyes and open to a random page.

"I can't believe I modeled at NYFW. OMG! OMG! OMG! It's unbelievable. I'm going to need to watch the runway show about a thousand times before I can believe it."

I flip back a few sheets and stop when I see Luke's name.

"I know it's not a good sign that I'm thinking about him and being so close to him, but I can't help it. Luke is amazing. The way he looks at me, how he listens to me, how he understands me, and his kiss...I can't forget his kiss..."

“Sweetheart?” I hear my mother scream. I wipe away the tears and put the little box under the skirt of some dresses. I get up as fast as I can and walk to the bedroom door.

“Yes?”

“I thought I'd help you in the shower, what do you think? Get rid of that hospital smell.” I accept the idea, which sounds very good.

After a good shower, I put on some pajamas and get to know my room, opening all the drawers, looking at all the makeup, everything. I decide not to go through that box anymore, because I still don't know how to manage everything it represents.

Once again my mother calls me and I believe it's for dinner, but when I get to the living room I find a brunette girl and a guy with red hair.

“Hi?” I nod gracelessly.

“Hi!” they return the greeting a little nervous too.

I ‘know’ who they are. Ashton and Leah. They are in several pictures in my social networks, in my hallway and on the living room furniture.

I watch the brunette with long hair, crack a huge smile. I watch her fingers tightening, like a child trying to control herself. I smile fearfully, but it was enough for her to apologize before squeezing me in a hug.

“I know you don't remember me, but I am your best friend and I am so glad that you are okay.” I look at my mother, who is smiling, and at Ashton, with my eyes wide and patting her on the back.

“Leah, you don't have to suffocate her.” Ashton comments without manner, scratching his forehead.

She walks away gracelessly. I give her a smile, but thank her for the space. Ashton approaches a little fearfully and holds out his hand, respecting my space, but it is apparent that he also wants to give me a hug.

“You can hug me, I don't bite.” I joke, trying to break the tension.

He says nothing more and surrounds me with his arms. Unlike Leah, I manage to return the hug in the right way. His hug takes longer and I feel some tears on my shoulder.

“I thought we were going to lose you.” he squeezes me one more time, before pulling away, drying his tears clumsily.

“You won't get rid of me that easily.” I blink at them both.

“Well, the reason we came here was not just to see you. Of course we were worried to death and everyone wanted to come.” Leah begins.

“But we thought it better not to come all at once so as not to frighten you.” Ashton interrupts quickly. I thank him silently.

“Deep down, we wanted to bring you this.” she hands me a pen drive. “It's not perfect, but we made a powerpoint to explain everything that happened in these three years.” Leah gives a closed smile.

‘You made a power point?” I ask incredulously.

“Of course we did!” Ashton shakes his shoulders. “We hope it helps and that you remember something. Anything at all, any questions, just call.”

“Thank you very much!” I smile in appreciation for both of them.

“Don't you want to stay for dinner?” my mother offers. I look at them expectantly. They both look at each other and give a shrug.

“We don't have an appointment, right? It won't be a problem. The guys will just be really pissed off that they didn't come.” Leah warns Ashton.

“It will be a pleasure to have dinner.” Ashton smiles in appreciation.

Dinner was very quiet, I did most of the talking. They were very curious to know what amnesia was like and how I was feeling and dealing with everything.

“Depending on how things go for you this week, we thought we would have a dinner on Friday. Then if you feel comfortable, of course, you can see everyone again.” Ash suggests.

There is still time until Friday, but just the thought of seeing everyone makes my stomach turn. I know they are my friends and they know me, but I still get nervous. Not to mention that they are famous, I don't know how to deal with these people. Although I am too.

“That's fine, we'll confirm by Friday.” I open a nervous smile. “Huh, Luke didn't want to come?” I question, upset at his absence today.

How am I supposed to get to know and get close to him if he doesn't come?

I watch the two of them look at each other and wrap up the beginning of their answer. In the end, Ashton sighs and answers.

“He is having a hard time absorbing all this. He just needs some time to sort it all out in his head.” Ash shrugs, signaling that it was no big deal.

I understand that it is hard for him. I don't know how I would handle it if I were him, but I'm not going to pretend to be upset that he's not here either, although I can't do anything about it, I'm not going to force him to stay here if he doesn't want to.

“It's really weird having Luke as my boyfriend, you guys as best friends. It's so out of reality. It feels like I'm in a dream and soon I'll wake up.” I comment, playing with the cloth napkin.

“Look, the first time you handled and accepted all of this well. I'm sure you'll manage again.” Leah squeezes my hand on the table.

“So, a powerpoint, hm?” I change the subject not being able to prolong my curiosity any longer. Even though I'm scared, I want to see it.

Leah cheers up again and begins to explain everything very excitedly. With their help we go to the living room and I put the pen drive on the TV, ready to see what they have done. It is strange to think that this small object has all the answers I am looking for. Not to mention the fear of the unknown, in this case, the forgotten one.

“Ok, so this is Michael…” I watch her standing beside the screen, explaining everything to me, with extreme patience and good will. My god, she is an angel.

I look at all my friends and the things we have done. I notice how Ashton was a kind of older brother, overprotective, and Leah was a kind of sister. Always holding hands or holding arms. Or when we were drunk, trying to climb on each other's backs.

They put all the trips we took, my fashion shows and photo shoots, some interviews. It was a great summary. I stare at the screen feeling something strange welling up in me, I see flashes forming in my head, and I begin to force myself to remember.

“Don't skip.” I shout to her, not wanting to lose the flow of memory. “Play that video again.” I ask desperately.

I approach the TV watching Noah, Leah's brother, walking in front of the camera with a bag on his head and complaining that the product was burning. He was bleaching his hair.

" “Why does this shit burn so bad?” I hear Noah shouting from the room, pissed off.

“Because it's bleaching.” I answer, grabbing another cookie from the plate. I sit down on the couch next to Calum, who is very interested in the package of bleach.

“What do you think about me bleaching mine?” he asks, still focused on the package in his hand.

I stare at him for a few minutes, trying to imagine the look. I pout, signaling that it wouldn't look too bad, in my opinion.

“For God's sake, you're not going to do that ridiculous lock of hair again, are you?” Leah shouts from the bathroom.

“It wasn't ridiculous.” He defends himself loudly. “But I really wouldn't do it again.” he comments softly, making me laugh.

“OH MY GOD.” I hear Noah scream. We run into the bathroom to find his white hair, with a few colored dots, just like the ones in the bag.

I cover my mouth in shock. Leah starts to record trying to hold in her laughter, as do I, but we simply can't stand it when Calum reads the name of the pharmacy in Noah's head.

I see him leaning against the doorframe laughing with his hand on his stomach and eyes closed. Miserably, I still try to hold in my laughter, not lasting long and joining Calum, becoming almost breathless.

“Oh man.” he dries his tears, laughing again next."

“Noah didn't want to go out anymore that night. We ordered burritos and stayed at his place. Calum and I spent the whole night laughing about it.” I speak too fast, running over a few words. I replay the scene in my head a few more times still flustered.

They both look at me and Leah starts jumping up and down in celebration. I remembered, I remembered! I start yelling at her, celebrating.

“What's wrong?” my mother comes running from the bedroom.

“I remembered. I remembered Noah with bad hair!” I shout, out of breath. The three of them hug me and again we shout.

[a--knightinsourarmor]

ANOTHER ACTIVITY UPDATE. Things aren't easy for me lately and I've got a lot of things to do. Studying for my university entrance exams is my top priority at the moment and so is finding a job ( corona makes things even more complicated ). I don't know how much I'll be able to write here for some time, since I have too many asks and too many threads to get to. My thread tracker has 110 active threads at the time and I haven't tracked them all yet. Not to mention the 50+ asks I owe and the 30 starters. I will try to be posting stuff from time to time but I don't know how much energy I'm going to have for some time that I'll give all I have to my real-life issues I have to deal with. I apologize for all the people that wait for replies for so long. Please, be aware I haven't forgotten any of you. Now, like I said, I don't know how much active I'm going to be. I might post one reply per day or not at all for some time or ten drafts at once. That's something I can't decide yet. But I truly thank you for your understanding and hope you'd be up to write more when I'm fully back. That's a hiatus notice, it seems.

[arcanefaye]

I'm currently listening to Clinton Kane, and it's making me so sad :((

i really like 'forget about us' kinda makes me think about my dad, just because i wonder if he's forgotten about us :/

pfftt

anyways!!

i don't have the screenshots but Colton was being really funny in the group chat today, talking about something called "Drinking a gallon of Mtn. Dew then proceeding to pee it out neon green."

doesn't seem healthy... but we cheered him on anyways.

oh, but i wanted Ian to listen to egirls are ruining my life by corpse, and surprisingly he did... but i don't think he liked it;

well no. he walked into my room a few minutes later telling me how dumb it sounded so...

i recommend!!

-- hmm

maybe i should talk about my day? i'm not that great at this.

Well, for starters the day was good! i slept in a bit which was great since i have test coming up and i've been lazy on studying.

i find it ironic that my group and i made a club for studying, yet im still so lazy with it. Margaret and Amanda are great on helping me gain energy to study. which is very sweet of them.

Colton tells me that he pays attention in class but jusr copy's peoples homework lmao (!not a smart move colton)

im actually really hungry - there's food truck down the street and the ice has cleared up a bit so i should see if we can get some tacos or something.

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UPDATE!

food truck left right as i was about to ask, BUT Ian came home with some Chinese food sooo we had that instead. It tasted a little odd, so i wouldn't be surprised if Ian laced it or something :/

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can you major in overthinking? cause i definitely coud be CEO of

✨ overthinking ✨

i guess a mini rant rq - tw // insecurities - stress

so... school has gotten stressful lately, and to add onto that Ian and i have been fighting a lot recently. and i hate it. i normally fight with him, but this has been continuous... and i don't want to apologize 'cause it will make me look weak... but it just makes me more insecure with what he says. they're not nice - that's for sure.

he normally has this 'cold' attitude, but it's gotten to a point where it's too much, and it's too much fighting. too much drama.

adding onto that, grandpa has been really sick - meaning he has continuou doctors appointments. but he can't leave the house so the doctor has to come here, and the house was super messy today and i felt bad that he had to see that. especially since idk if it smelled bad... hopefully not.

i spent hours cleaning around the house cause i just felt bad... and Amara was also having a cry fest so i had to help her with that.

idk, i sound whiny... it could definitely be worse. but yea

TW OVER //

i want to tell my friends about this blog - but i'm not sure they'd like it.

oh that reminds me !!

i2iC gets all the news on new kids, but us being sophomores we dont know everything. and all the new kids are normally fre or grades above us. but i don't befriend people grades above or below me, because they somehow always know my brother - and it makes me uncomfortable when they talk about him. my friends thankfully think he's weird and would rather stick a needle in their eye than be friends with him. ... a bit harsh but colton has no filter.

anywho... we've only had one new kid in our grade, and they moved shortly after. BUT !! we have news that there's going to be a new kid in our grade! they're from Korea - so it'll be fun getting to know a foreigner!!

i hope they can atleast be our friend or hang out with us - my group can be chaotic, but we always have a warm spot for new guest!

anyways... i might go read for a bit then sleep.

or update the blog a bit more... other than that,,

see ya! :)

[lionwept-archive-blog]

&&

[more-than-a-princess]

Closed, plotted starter for @moonlightmagus !

If she'd read the map on her mobile phone correctly, the room should have been down one more hallway and to the left. Sonia stepped off the elevator with two plainclothes security guards in tow, unable to ignore her apprehension. It was a building she didn't often, or ever, visit on her Tokyo university's campus: it wasn't one of her course buildings or anything necessary for administrative needs, and she was expected to work for the Family when she wasn't otherwise in class or studying.

Still, there was no harm in visiting. That had been her rationale when explaining it on the phone to her parents earlier that week: it was an all-campus event, the clubs and activities open house, and it would create gossip if it was seen that the Princess of Novoselic was too important to attend. University, she knew, was her last chance at a quasi-normal life until she was her nation's devoted heir, eventual ruler, for the rest of her life.

But until she took her diploma in hand, Sonia thought, she had time. Pausing in front of the door in her sleek designer heels, she glanced from left to right, to the two tall, muscled men who flanked her. "Please remain outside until I am finished," She told them politely yet firmly. "I'm afraid your presence may cause an unwanted scene, and I should like to befriend those who are part of this organization."

A brief nod and a "ma'am" was enough to show that her request had been acknowledged, leaving Sonia to fix a smile onto her face, knock twice, and push open the door to the correctly numbered room on her digital map. "Hello? Is anyone here? This is the Occult Club, yes?" She called, peering into...well, darkness. Something that, in turn, only made Sonia smile brighter.

It seemed intentionally shabby, with haphazard organization to give it a certain mystical aesthetic. Candles of various colors and sizes had been lit to add to the aura, and plenty of artifacts, books, and recorded media were on display. Including a title she could make out in the faint candlelight. And yet, that hadn't stopped her from briskly crossing over the threshold, leather tote over her shoulder and forgotten as she eagerly approached one of the shelves.

"Oh, I've been looking for a copy of this!" She exclaimed as she picked up a book. Similarly to how most girls looked forward to romance novels (though truthfully, Sonia did too, with a side of added occult, gothic, and/or fantasy love interests), she held it in her hands with great reverence. As if it were sacred, despite the content inside being anything but. "This is the biography written about the Vatican's official exorcist, and one of the stories within is being made into a film finally! Goodness, I wanted to read this before it came out and-"

She paused then, realizing that from a looming presence nearby that she wasn't alone. With a small gasp, she set the book down where she found it and turned, likely facing a puzzled club member who must be wondering why a random student had let themselves in. It was open house week for the student clubs, but nevertheless, they still had to be invited in.

"I'm sorry, I suppose I let myself in, didn't I?" She quickly apologized. "But, this is the Occult Club, right?"