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I tried making an Empanada design! 🥞💕

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a pearl

who? spencer reid (post-prison) x fem!reader based on: a pearl by mitski (and also pearl diver also by mitski) written for: @mggslover's event lyrics: “You’re growing tired of me. You love me so hard and I still can’t sleep/Sorry, I can’t take your touch. It’s not that I don’t want you.” word count: 0.9k content warnings: mentions cat adams, reference to addiction/drugs & sobriety

He stared at the flickering flame in the living room, knowing he’s left your sleeping frame upstairs, and rubbed the sobriety chip between his thumb and forefinger, and he remembers the moment he had fallen in love with your smile, a warm saccharine thing that had brightened your whole face when he tried to pull a coin from behind your ear, but it hadn’t worked, only for you to find it in your pockets. He hasn’t made you smile like that in a while. Not in 3 months, 20 days, and 14 hours. Not since Cat Adams had made it her mission to ruin his life, and yours along with him. This year had just been the tip of a long-building iceberg of issues that you kept having to put up with because of him.

And sure, things were okay now. His mom was in a good home in DC, always a call and a drive away. They had gotten his murder conviction overturned. He was supposed to be safe. Then why did he feel this uneasy all the time?

He’s so lost in himself, the firelight reflecting in his soft and worried hazel eyes, that he doesn’t hear you coming down the stairs, doesn’t see the cute donut pyjamas that usually make his heart melt, and physically flinches when you touch his shoulder, the chip in his hand falling to the floor. “Sorry,” you said instantly, “I didn’t mean to… You just weren’t in bed, I wanted to make sure you were—”

“I’m fine,” he said, a little too sharply, and usually, you’re better at controlling your expressions, but it’s 2 in the morning and you’re tired, so the concern is visible on your sleepy face.

“Honey, you don’t seem fine,” you said softly, approaching him like he was a skittish horse.

He let out a breath, bending down to pick up the sobriety token, while you wait and watch him straighten. “Can we not do this right now?” he asked, sounding tired, and he can see your concern deepen, adding another wrinkle to your brow, the corners of your lips turning down. He can see the battle that rages inside you every day, every time he acts like this — do you confront him? Do you put your foot down like you had all those years ago when he was coming to work while in withdrawal? What would it take for you to finally retaliate?

“Okay,” you said, in your gentle but firm way, looking at him evenly. “Two choices. We sit here and talk, or you come back upstairs with me and get some sleep. Either way, I’m not going back up without you.” Your arms come up to cross against your chest in what you think is a firm, decisive position to take, but Spencer’s sorely tempted to smile at you, and then his heart sinks all over again. It must have come up on his face because your arms start to fall and you walked over to pull him to sit next to you on the couch. “Sweetheart, will you please just tell me what’s going on with you?” you asked, and you think your heart might crawl out of your throat when Spencer pulled his hands away from yours.

“It’s nothing,” he said, and you can see his body closing off, all your work to bring him out of his shell, to coax him into the sunlight, vanishing like smoke. “Everything’s, you know, it’s fine. The team’s fine, my mom’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Which means it’s only a matter of time before things aren’t fine again,” you said, tilting your head to meet his eyes. “Right?” You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t felt it too — the panic in the middle of the night when he’s not there, the reminder you have to give yourself that he’s not in prison anymore, that he’s safe.

“I’m so tired,” he told you, his eyes falling to your hands, where you were gripping each other for fear of reaching out to him again. He was tired of waiting to get the phone call saying his mom was gone. Tired of the nightmares. Tired of feeling afraid in a house that was supposed to be his refuge.

“Sweetheart, you can’t rest when your body still thinks it’s on the run,” you told him gently.

“Then how do I get it to stop?” he asked you, a hint of desperation rising into his throat, causing his words come out more broken and shaky than he meant for them to, and it just made his chest ache more.

You leaned closer, pressing your forehead against his and cupping his cheek, feeling the light stubble on his jaw. "Stay here," you whispered. "In this moment. You and me. Nothing else."

“In this moment,” he echoed, his voice soft and quiet, barely more than a whisper. “You and me, and nothing else.” A hint of a smile spread across his lips, and you pressed a butterfly kiss to the corner before laying your head on his shoulder while he slid his arms around your waist. You don’t move, just eventually shift so you can both lay on the couch, the fire dying out into embers as he finally fell asleep to the rise and fall of your chest.

[romana-after-dark]

The Wrong Way Master List

Gif by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

Spotify Playlist

Inspiration came from @toxicanonymity and her fantastic Raider!Joel.

Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

This is a reader fic, reader is early 20's, Joel is 40's at this point, reader is small enough that the men can lift her, but these are strong men. Reader is also refered to as little one, little girl ETC, but that's more in reference to her age/innocence than physical size.

Unknown chapters at this point but heres a starter

Chapter 1: Joel takes you away from everything you know

Chapter 2: Joel takes what he wants, Tommy tries to make things easier

Bonus Chapter: Tommy takes Little One's virginity

Chapter 3: Joel softens up, and readers learns her roll in all this

Chapter 4: Little One is getting cocky, and finds herself in trouble, but Tommy and Joel are there for her

Chapter 5: Joel and Tommy don’t feel good

Suggested drabble: Period sex

Chapter 6: Things change with Tommy, and Joel shows a more vunerable side during a near disaster.

Chapter 7: Little One and Lorenzo spend some time together, and Lorenzo drops a bomb on Little One.

sick bonus chapter

Chapter 8: For 6 months of Little One's pregnancy her relationship with Joel and Lorenzo shifts and changes.

Suggested Drabble: Brotherhood

Chapter 9: The aftermath.

Suggested Drabble: “It Wasn’t Always Like This”

Chapter 10: The escape does not go as planned.

Alternate ending: a happier end

Canon Sequel Mini Series, Ghost of You

Follow Ellie's life sifting through to lies to discover the truth of her creation.

Dark Ending Timeline: Going Under

Going Under: Chapter 1:

Going Under: Chapter 2:

Going Under: Chapter 2.5:

Going Under: Chapter 3

Going Under: June and Tommy

Going Under: Chapter 4

Going Under: Finale

Suggested drabbles to see how the uncles are doing after the canon ending: Lorenzo, Zach and Tommy, and Better Than Revenge

If neither ending satisfied you or if there was something you wanted to see but didn’t, if you wanna write something in universe will be happy to link it to my masterlist!

Art by @melodymakesart

Drabbles, One Shots, Thots

Period Sex: Period sex with Joel makes Little One more confused than ever at what she is to Joel

Well, That’s Alright Because I Like The Way It Hurts: Joel is gone for longer than expected and you worry about him. When he comes back, you let him take his frustration out on your body

Brotherhood: Tommy and Joel reflect on their relationship as brothers.

“It Wasn’t Always Like This”: In Tommy’s arms, Little One thinks over her year with Joel

Lorenzo, Zach and Tommy: Lorenzo is slowly recovering, meets his niece for the first time

Better than Revenge: Lorenzo and Tommy can’t get revenge on Joel, but they can get revenge on the one who started it all

Zach and Lorenzo’s Wedding

Gateaway Car by Taylor Swift, thoughts by @fandxmslxt69

Art by @k-ra

Joel and Lorenzo by @fen-is-unwell

If this sort of thing doesn't interest you or triggers you, hide dub con and non con from your tags as I will be tagging any fics like that as such

Main Blog (filled with more normal fics lol): @romanarose

This is absolutely not anything anyone needs to do bc ur lovely comments are enough but if anyone makes a book board, art, a fic or anything based off this series, you absolutely can! I know some creators aren’t for it but I love when people do that, and I’ve written a few fics for a few series myself. If you are so inclined and are okay with it, I’ll attach them to this master list (that includes if you don’t like my endings you can make your own 😂)

But as always, nice comments mean the world. I know with this sort of content you may not want to Reblog it on your page, but if you leave a comment or send an anon, that means the world and keeps me writing!

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Left at the Altar - Hangman (Part 3)

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Reader (Ex-Girlfriend!Reader)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Some Light Angst; References to Sex; Second Person POV ("You"), No Y/N, No Physical Descriptions of Reader

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: You struggle with your life back in Texas. Is California calling your name?

A.N. I double-checked and I'm pretty sure that I added everyone to the tag list who requested it and has their age on their blog, so hopefully this works.

Part 1 Part 2 Epilogue

Master List

Sitting on the couch of your childhood home, you held your wine glass close to your chest.

It was officially two days after you were left at the altar and the last forty-eight hours of your life were practically a blur.

After your night with Jake, you were forced to deal with reality. You moved out of the apartment that you shared with your ex and went through the process of literally cutting him out of your life one photo at a time. Literally. Your name wasn’t on the lease since you moved into your ex’s bigger apartment a few months ago, which worked to your advantage.

You dropped off anything to do with your wedding at your ex’s family’s home, including your wedding dress, since they paid for it and told them to do whatever the hell that they wanted with it. Or they could bring it back to you and you’d burn it.

And your last spiteful move against your ex was cancelling your honeymoon reservations and the extra ticket that he bought his mistress the night before they were supposed to fly out. And the best part was that they had already checked in. Your ex tried to angrily text and call you after he got to the airport, but you just blocked him and moved on.

And now here you were: moved into your childhood bedroom, with your life in a suitcase and a bunch of taped up cardboard boxes. Truly living life to the fullest. Well, at least you had some wine that your mom may or may not have stolen from the reception venue.

The night chill seeped through the screens on the windows and the back door and forced you to pull on a sweatshirt. It was one of Jake’s old faded UT ones that he got when you were both sixteen. He quickly grew out of it and you were happy to take it off of his hands. You kept it in the deepest corner of your closet when you were living with your ex-fiancé, but now, you wore it openly.

You thought that it would have been inappropriate to wear an ex-boyfriend’s sweatshirt in the apartment that you shared with your fiancé. Of course, you thought that fucking someone else would have qualified as inappropriate, but perhaps you didn’t have your priorities straight. You should have started wearing it months ago.

Taking a sip of your wine, you sighed and leaned back against the couch.

Even in the darkest days of your relationship with Jake, he never once degraded you like your ex-fiancé did. Sure, Jake could be an asshole and you were the first person to tell him that he was being an asshole, but he wasn’t irredeemable. He had his faults but his heart was always in the right place.

Your ex on the other hand; there was absolutely no way to justify his decision to break up with you over text on the morning of your wedding day. You were done with him and with the whole picture. Luckily, you already deleted and cut up all the remaining photos of the two of you together.

The sound of footsteps caused you to open your eyes and turn towards the stairs. Your mom slowly walked downstairs and smiled softly when she saw that you were still awake. Making her way over to you, she sat down beside you on the couch and squeezed your shoulder.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked softly.

“Something like that,” you replied, just as quietly.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” you answered honestly, trying to force a small smile.

“Did you hear from Jake?”

“Yeah, we’ve been texting a lot. He apologized for fact that he had to run out.” You nodded slowly, pursing your lips together as you let a breath out of your nose. “But it’s not his fault. That’s just how it always goes with the two of us.”

“Why does it have to work out like that?” your mom asked softly.

“That’s just how it’s always been, Mom. You know that,” you replied, turning to stare down at your wine glass. “When we’re together and alone, everything is perfect. Everything feels right and I never ever felt like that with someone else. But then reality hits and we have to go back to the paths that we picked and . . . we’re separated in the end again.”  

Your mom nodded solemnly, though her expression gave away her opinion on the subject. Straightening up, she glanced out the window at the rose bushes that sat right below your childhood bedroom window. The ones that were planted there for a very specific reason.

“I remember when your father bought those bushes,” your mom stated wistfully, causing you to pick your head up and turn around.

“You mean when he tried and break me and Jake up?” you mused, shaking your head.

“He was trying to prevent you from sneaking out and Jake from sneaking in,” your mom corrected you with a small smile. “And how well did that work?”

“Not even in the slightest,” you replied without skipping a beat. You smiled softly as you glanced out at the familiar bushes, working through some of the associated memories. “I remember when he fell into them one night. He showed up the next day to school looking like he lost a fight with a cactus. Told his parents and everyone that he fell off a skateboard and they somehow bought it.”

“And did he come back after that?”

“He might have,” you stated with a shrug, earning a look from your mom. “A few times.”

“Exactly,” your mom responded, folding her hands in her lap. “He kept coming back. He keeps coming back to you no matter what life throws in front of the two of you.”

“He does,” you agreed quietly.

“I mean, how many times have the two of you been in a relationship?”

“A few,” you replied, earning another look from your mom. “Seven or eight, depending on factors that I need to be a bit little drunker to discuss with you, Mom.”

“My point is,” your mom continued, resting a hand on your arm, “you two keep finding your way back to each other. Over and over again. And honey, I have to tell you this honestly. I’ve never seen you happier than you are when you’re with Jake. You could combine your love for all of your other exes and it still wouldn’t compare to the affection that you have for Jake. And we can all see that.”

“I know, Mom,” you replied softly, trying to not choke on your emotions. Letting out a breath, you sunk further into the couch. “I was so stupid for thinking that marrying anyone else was going to solve any of my problems. Or make me happy.”

“Well, the good news is that your ex looks like a complete ass and now you get to go on and live your fairytale without that burden on your shoulders,” your mom stated, squeezing your hand. “And, honey, I want you to have your fairytale. I want it for you so badly.”

“I know, Mom.”

“And I think that Jake is that person for you,” your mom reiterated, rubbing your arm soothingly. “You let him go and he let you go because you two loved each other and you wanted what was best for each other. But despite that, you two still found your way back together so many times that you can’t even keep track. And that sounds a lot like love to me.”

“I love him, Mom,” you confirmed for her. “I do. I love him so much.”

“Then why are you staying here?” your mom asked you, causing you to sit up more. “Honey, I know that you love living here, but I don’t want you to hold yourself back from your happiness because you’re scared of taking that first step out.”

You nodded slowly, not really sure what else to say. Your mom pulled you in for a hug. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, like she did when you were a kid, she squeezed you tightly to her chest.

“I just want you to be happy, sweetheart,” your mom whispered to you. “And I know that I taught you to not rely on other people for your own happiness—and you still shouldn’t—but you always just seem happier when you’re with him.”

“I am happier when I’m with him, Mom,” you agreed, burying your face into her shoulder.  

“Then I think that you have your answer, sweetheart.”

~~~~~

After another long day at work, the Dagger Squad decided to go out for a cold beer together before taking some time for themselves. Except for Coyote, that is, who made some excuse about having to run a random errand.

It was a warm spring afternoon, so the Dagger Squad gathered out on the back deck to get away from the afternoon rush. Hangman glanced down at his phone frequently, waiting for your text. After your shared night in the honeymoon suite, the two of you had been texting frequently. Obviously, you were both busy, but you tried to text a few times a day.

But today, you weren’t answering. Jake didn’t want to jump to conclusions on anything, but it still struck him as odd. Especially because he knew that you had the next few days off because you were supposed to be on your now cancelled honeymoon.

“If you don’t put your phone down, you’re paying for the next round, Hangman,” Phoenix warned him, taking a long sip of her drink. “Remember Maverick’s rule?”

“He’s not here,” Hangman replied back, though he still stowed his phone away. “No need to try and win the teacher’s pet award.”

“Says the man who always sits in the front row of every briefing,” Bob spoke to his pilot’s defense.

“He’s got you there,” Phoenix stated with a proud smirk.

“You know, I think that I speak for everyone when I say how happy I am that the two of you chose to keep flying together,” Hangman replied sarcastically, reaching for his beer.

“You get crabby when Coyote’s not here to back you up,” Rooster quipped as Hangman took a swig of his beer. “Actually, you’ve been crabby for a while now.”

“Been hanging around you guys for too long,” Hangman replied without missing a beat, setting his beer down on the table.

“You just had a break from us,” Rooster pointed out, shifting in his seat.

“Wasn’t long enough,” Hangman stated, reaching for his phone again.

“Well, Coyote’s here to cheer you up,” Fanboy announced, staring down the boardwalk. Fanboy frowned slightly and straightened up a bit. “But he’s got a woman with him.”

That announcement got everyone else at the table to whip around to stare down the boardwalk. Coyote was, in fact, walking over with a woman. And who was that mysterious woman who may or may not have spent half an hour in an airport bathroom making sure that she didn’t look like she woke up at three that morning to get to the airport to get to San Diego?

You smiled softly and waved to Jake, who was completely shocked to see you in California. And, of course, you wore a sundress that he bought you. He felt obligated to get it for you after the two of you got a little handsy in a dressing room while you were trying it on.

“Who the hell is—” Rooster’s question was cut off by Hangman practically knocking over the entire table with how fast he got up from the table. “Jesus Christ,” Rooster complained as some beer spilled on his jeans. “Really, Hangman?”

But Jake was already bounding down the boardwalk, slipping around the tourists, civilians, and other naval personnel. The Daggers stared after Hangman with mildly confused expressions and curious stares. Except for Coyote, who grinned when he spotted Hangman hurrying over.

“You know,” Coyote told you with an amused smile, “I think that Javier is a very strong name for a baby boy. It rolls right off the tongue.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you promised Coyote with a small chuckle.

Coyote shot you a wink before walking towards the Hard Deck. Coyote sent Jake a mock salute that Jake returned before continuing on his way. You stopped in your approach since Jake was moving fast enough for the both of you and simply held out your arms.

The rest of the Daggers watched as Jake scooped you up into his arms and spun you around. You laughed and hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist to avoid any risk of falling onto the weathered wood below.

“What are you doing here?” Jake breathed out, slowly placing you back on your feet.

“Well, I had a few days off,” you replied softly, smoothing down the creases on his shirt. “And so, I hopped on the first flight that I could get to San Diego. I thought that I would surprise you.”

“I’m certainly surprised,” Jake mused, resting his forehead against your own.

Gently guiding your chin towards his own, your lips met in a soft embrace. Jake wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You cupped his cheeks with your hands and deepened the kiss perhaps beyond what was respectable in public.

But hell, Miramar was a Navy town. This was far from the most indecent reunion kiss that this town had ever seen before.

Coyote walked over to where the other Daggers were gathered and took Hangman’s spot. If Coyote knew how Jake operated when you came to visit, he wasn’t going to need his seat back.

“Hangman has a girlfriend?” Bob asked Coyote curiously, assuming that he knew all.

“I think ‘girlfriend’ doesn’t really cover it anymore, honestly,” Coyote replied honestly.

Back on the boardwalk, you reluctantly pulled away from Hangman’s lips for a little air. Smiling goofily, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and just simply took in the fact that he was right here in front of you once again.

“How long are you in town for?” he asked you, slowly opening his eyes.

“Until Sunday,” you replied, meeting his gaze again. “So, we’ve got about five days together.”

“No time to waste then,” Hangman reasoned, picking up your bag from where you placed it on the ground. “This is it?”

“Yeah, I packed light because I needed to fly standby.”

“That’s fine. You won’t need to wear anything once we get back to my apartment,” Jake stated with a wink, earning a light smack to his arm.

Jake led you over to where his truck was parked. He put your bag in the backseat and handed you the keys. Jake sprinted back to the Hard Deck to pay his tab and gift Javy some beer for the surprise. Dancing around the invasive and curious questions from the rest of the Dagger Squad, Jake returned to your side as fast as he could.

“Ready?” he asked, shutting his door.

“Ready,” you agreed, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips.

Jake backed up out of the spot and started driving to his apartment. Once he put his truck back into drive, he reached over and grabbed your hand, threading your fingers together. You returned the gesture and squeezed his hand, trying to not melt into the seat when Jake pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I missed you,” you told him softly, smiling over at him.

“I love you,” he returned confidently.

“You always have to one-up me,” you sighed, shaking your head playfully. “But I love you too.”

“What’s not the love?” Jake replied with a playful wink.

“Did you want me to get out the list?”

“Harsh,” Jake stated, smirking a bit. “Don’t worry, I can think of a way that you can make it up to me.”

“I intend to . . . Lieutenant.”

Part 1 Part 2 Epilogue

A.N. I'm thinking that I might do an epilogue that's set a few months or years into the future. So, if you're not already on the tag list and want to be tagged in an epilogue, then reply or reblog with that request (though you must show that you're an adult with your age in your blog to get tagged). Thanks!

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Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 3 | my world

Warnings | death , depictions of blood , jealousy , executions

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

year 1102 AD

GOJO SHIRO got to meet y/n's friends that day. And to say the least, he wasn't impressed. He came to meet with them almost everyday after that for four months straight. But no matter how much he hung with them... he didn't care for them a single bit. And to be honest, they seemed to like bullying y/n more than actually playing fun games. Hell, during a simple game of hide-n-seek where y/n was the seeker her so called friends tried to get him to ditch her while she counted.

"Come on, come on! We have a lot of cool stuff to show you, Shiro!"

"What about y/n? She's still counting."

One of the girls snickered unto her palm, "that dummy can't even count to two. Last time she was the seeker, she was literally there counting for a whole five minutes!"

Gojo frowned, "its not her fault she can't count as good as you or me-"

"Duh, that's because she's stupid and poor! We only let her play with us cause her mom bakes us sweets from time to time, but even that is starting to not even be worth it," a boy of the group piped up this time.

And the others joined in.

And Gojo had enough of it, "be quiet already. Who gave you all permission to cut me off?"

The laughter was quick to die down and one of the girls was quick to speak up, hurt laced in her voice.

"Come on, Shiro. We're just having fun, and we didn't mean to cut you off while you were talking. So how about we go and-"

"I said to be quiet, or are you peasants too stupid to understand an order from your future lord?"

The girl said nothing else as Gojo crossed his arms over his chest, "also, you all will refer to me as Lord Gojo from now on because last time I checked I only ever gave Y/n permission to call me Shiro. The only reason why I let you all call me Shiro when we first met four months ago was because you all seemed to be friends with y/n. Though, it looks like I was wrong."

Gojo looked away from the other children and focused his piercing blue eyes onto y/n's figure. She was covering her eyes with her arms, head pressed into the tree's trunk as she hunched over a little and still continued to count. The sight made him smile a little before his face hardened when he turned a glare back onto the group.

"Now that I made that clear, I don't want any of you to speak to me or to y/n again. Understand?"

No one spoke up so he activated his cursed technique. A blue wave seeming to coat around him as he took a step towards them.

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Y- yes, Lord Gojo!"

They seemed to yell in unison as they scurried off to who knows where and frankly, he didn't care. All that mattered to him now was that he would get to be with y/n without the extra tagalongs. Honeslty, he wished he did that four months ago right at the moment he met those other kids. But alas, he didn't want to scare y/n away.

So, smiling happily and skipping over to the still counting girl. He had tackled her into a hug from behind. His arms gently wrapping around her waist as he roughly pulled her against him. Her back pressing snuggly into his chest.

Goodness he wished they were older. He wished they were married. He wished they were already together and living happily in his big estate.

But that would have to wait. For now, he was content with being a very touchy and huggy friend.

"Wha- hey! S- Shiro! What are you doing?! You're supposed to be hiding!"

She whined and pouted and hit at his arms as he spun her around in his embrace.

"No way! Hiding is so boring! Hugging you seems way more fun!"

She whined again and turned in his grasp. Her face tilting up as she tried to glare at him, but to Gojo she just looked too cute while trying to be angry. It made him want to pinch her cheeks which was exactly what he did when he let her go.

"Uwahhh! Shiroooo!"

He couldn't help but to laugh and when he finally let go of her chubby cheeks, she started to laugh too. The both of them shoving and pushing at each other until they were falling to the ground and having fun.

Gojo feverishly wished he had this back in his first life. Wished he found her sooner back then. But this would do. He could be content with this.

And as night fell, the two would wander around the city until they came upon a lake. Gojo childishly pushing her as she would fall to the ground on her back and he would follow. The two smiling at one another as the dark sky and stars and moon hung above them.

"You know Shiro.."

"Hmm?"

He turned on his side and propped up on his elbow. His cheek resting in his hand.

"You remind me of the moon!"

"The moon," he questioned, "but what of the sun! Thats much brighter!"

She shook her head, "mm, at first you were the sun.. someone I couldn't even look at without getting blinded, but..," she grinned and lunged for him. Her arms wrapping around his neck as she tackled him into a hug, "but when I got to know you over these past few months I realized you were more like the moon! Still untouchable and impossible to reach, but someone I can look at and admire without getting blinded!"

He was surprised by the hug, her explanation, and the heat creeping up onto his face. His arms were quick to encircle her waist as he hugged her back.

"Well.. if I'm the moon then you can be the earth!"

"Huh?! Why am I the earth all the sudden?!"

She pouted as she looked at him and he couldn't stop his grin from forming, "cause i want you to be the world i revolve around forever and ever!"

She let his words sink in before giggling, the two resuming their playful pushing, shoving, and tickling as they rolled on the ground like two kids rough-housing.

"Ok! You can be my moon and I can your world! Deal?"

"Deal!"

Yeah, Gojo wanted this to last.

However, he realized his mistake a bit too late. Because in the next few days. She would be gone.

Well, he didn't realize she was gone at first. In fact, that next morning he woke up on the good side of the bed. He was smiling and thinking of yesterday where it was just him and y/n and no other kids ruining their moments together.

"Are you going out again young lord?"

Urumei asked him like she always did, she was, of course, his retainer. When she first took on the job, she thought it would be hard watching over the young lord since he had the six eyes and the biggest ego to boot. However, overtime she noticed that once you leave the young lord alone and let him go on about his business - he is actually quite easy to handle.

"Indeed!"

Urumei smiled politely, "are you going to see y/n again?"

"As always."

Urumei bowed, "with all due respect, young lord, but why don't you bring her to the estate?"

Gojo seemed to pause as his eyes flicked over to Urumei. The retainer internally panicking as she wondered if she overstepped her bounds.

But her panic was soon eased away as Gojo clapped his hands together. A bright smile overtaking his features, "thats a great idea! I could bring her here, let her bathe properly, get her dressed in a fine kimono too, and maybe she could even stay the night!"

Gojo was estactic as he rushed out of the compound, "see you later, Urumei!"

As he ran along the streets, he easily spotted the girl he was looking for.

"Y/n!"

Turning to the sound of her name, she immediately dropped what she was doing and ran to him. Her arm coming up high into the air as she waved to him, "hiiiiii Shiiiiiirrroooooo!"

She drawled out his name, a habit she started to do everytime she would greet him in the mornings when they were still far from each other. And it was a habit Shiro cherished greatly.

Coming up fast, he immediately engulfed her into his arms. Honestly, holding her so close was starting to get addictive.

And when he brought her in, she was already laughing when he spun them around. Many of the onlookers could only chuckle at the cute display before going on about their business. I mean, the twelve year old was still the next head of the Gojo clan and the next lord of the land. Of course no one would dare interrupt them.

After a for more seconds, he had finally set her down. Her smile to on her face as she seemed to get shy all of a sudden. His six eyes quickly catching on to the change in demeanor.

"Oh? Getting shy again?"

He pouted, "and here i thought we were past all that.."

She panicked for a moment as she waved her hands in front of her, "its not that! It's just .. well ..," she kicked her bare foot against the ground. Ever since he met her, he took notice how she never worn any shoes and that she only had three kimonos that she went through on a cycle. He hated seeing her live in such a way, but he needed to become a lord first in and the clan's head if he hopped to marry her and give her the life and luxury she deserved.

"Well," he urged politely as they moved over to the side more so they weren't blocking the street.

"Today is my .. twelfth birthday and I was wondering .. if you would like to come to my house? Its ok if you don't want to of course, I tried to ask our other friends, but they all declined."

She looked at him for a response but froze internally when he had a blank look on his face. Ah- was i not supposed to ask him?! Were we not on a close enough friend level that I could ask him to come to my brithday?!

"Y/n," he pouted again, "why didn't you tell me today was going to be your birthday?! I would of gotten you something!"

She was quick to shake her head from side to side, "n- no! No way! You're my friend, i could never ask you to get me anything! Besides, I..I didn't befriend you cause I wanted you to get me things.. I- I befriended you cause I," she paused and smiled, "cause you looked lonely and needed a friend!"

An invisible arrow was aimed and shot precisely through his heart.

"Uwah, you're so sweet!"

He immediately glomped her and started to pinch her cheeks.

"Wha-?! Shiiiiroooo! Not in front of everyone!"

And just the like, bringing y/n to the estate was thrown out the window as he let her take control of the day and basically let her tug him around the whole city. Her eyes wide as she pointed at a various of things. Her laughter like music to his ears.

He even got to meet her mother at the end. She was a kind woman though she looked just as tired as her daughter on some days. Though, she still managed to smile and present them both with a cake from the shop she managed to run on her own.

And when the day came to an end, Gojo promised to see her tomorrow.

Though, tomorrow for y/n, he would soon learn, would never come.

The next day, he held a box in hand. In it was a perfectly crafted wooden comb with a pretty blue flower design etched onto it which he had bought last night on the way home in hopes of gifting it to y/n today. Granted, he knows she said she didn't want him to buy anything, but he couldn't help himself. He truly couldn't. He wanted to gift her the whole city (which he technically could one day once he becomes the lord of the land..).

"Young lord, off to see y/n again?"

"As always," Gojo replied as per usual.

Urumei grinned and nodded, "I was under the impression that you would bring her to the estate yesterday, why the change of heart, young lord?"

Gojo stopped and turned to the retainer, "well, yesterday was her birthday, so I decided to let her choose what she wanted to do today instead if dragging her to a place she's never been before."

Urumei chuckled and noted the small wooden box in his hands, "is that why you're gifting her that present?"

"Yep! She said she didn't want anything, but I couldn't help myself. Anyway, I'll see you later Urumei!"

"Of course, young lord. Be sure to have fun!"

"I will!"

Now as he walked the streets, box in hand, he noticed that she wasn't in their usual waiting spot. Which was odd. And as impatient as he is, Shiro decided to just head straight for her house which he had memorized the day prior.

Coming up to the house, he couldn't help but to get a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach as he saw a crowd of people gathered in front of the place. His eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a tight line. He threw the feeling away and told himself y/n will be just fine. Ill see her smiling at me like any other day.

Though as he ordered the throngs of people to move out of his way, he was instead met with a gruesome sight instead.

Four children, y/n's bullies, were being held tightly by two jujutsu sorcerers and in front of them was y/n. Stab wounds littering her body as she laid dead in a pool of her own blood. Her mother was crying loud as she cradled y/n's limp hand in her own grasp. Her tears flowing like a river.

The blood on the ground started to seep closer to him as if reaching out to him.

His shoes got stained red when he moved forward to get closer and as reality set in the same silent rage from his first life finally took over.

"What happened."

It was a question, but a demand.

One of the jujutsu sorcerers spoke first, "we got a report saying that a little girl was screaming and being attacked. We originally thought it was a cursed spirit, but found these four having killed the girl."

Gojo turned to y/n's mother who was still weeping. She must of heard the news and came rushing from work because from what he understood, y/n's mother always left early for work to start cooking at the bakery in the city. Which meant that y/n would be all alone. Perfect to be ambushed by these four.

His six eyes, brilliant, dangerous, and a heavy blue was finally directed at the four children.

"Why?"

He didn't need to ask, because he already knew. They most likely saw y/n as filth. Trash that shouldn't be anywhere near him. When were people going to learn to never cross him?

"We-"

"Silence. I changed my mind, I don't want to hear the excuses you four come up with. You two, let go of them."

The two sorcerers bowed and listened to Gojo immediately. The four twelve year old before him gaining a sort of hope in their eyes. But he wasn't having it as he raised his hands.

"Be grateful, your deaths will be quick."

And that was when realization dawned on them, but it was too late for them to run.

"Hollow purple."

It wasn't everyday the Gojo clan carried out public executions, but even so, no one dared ask why four twelve years died because of the murder of some no name girl.

And that night, after he and y/n's mother gave y/n a proper burial, Gojo Shiro promised to see her in the next life. He clutched the comb close to his chest.

He and y/n just had to be reincarnated again, right?

[pinazee]

Season 3 time!

Ghosts!

And oh baby are they coming out swinging with all that juicy drama. Prepare yourselves ya’ll, im about to read way too much into things.

How come we’ve never seen Ray?? He’s henrys partner; given cop lore i would think he’d be a pretty significant person in his and probably shawns life, especially since he seems to be a voice of reason trying to get henry not to go through with arresting his son. Does he show up later? I don’t remember.

“Oo i have rights, thatll be new and fun” -i know that this line is probably just shawn being a bit dramatic but like, it cut me deep.

“This officially ends your chances of being a cop” -its just really sad that henry thinks thats whats going to make him rethink his actions. But also, i think this means Shawn was thinking of going down that path up until his mom left, because maddy even says when she left she thought he was going to be okay. Given Shawns character its kind of surprising he didn’t rebel against his dad long before that. Personally, i think shawn knew his arguments with his dad made things worse between his parents so he did what his dad wanted to keep the peace. Then when maddy left, well, there was no reason to keep the peace anymore.

Now, the henry of it all. This just makes me so sad. And i know they kind of say it’s the reason he retired later, that he regretted it, but i cant believe he ever thought this would “scare him straight,” and the way its shot certainly doesn’t seem like henry ever tried to connect with him. Like, if they wanted us to sympathize with henry later, they could have given us a shot of henry having second thoughts or even explained how Shawn was using the fact that henry was a cop to get away with breaking the law because he never thought his own dad would arrest him. They could have explained how shawns actions were becoming more and more reckless and henry didn’t know what else to do. But i think the reason they didn’t was because shawn is our protagonist and they didn’t want to muck up his character that much. I think it could’ve added some depth, personally. The way its shot though, it just makes henry look like an ass, sticking to the law unwaveringly without any remorse. (Sidenote-i can see how gus’s parents would think shawn was a bad influence)

Hes so rough with him :( (also baby lassie! Aww look at his little mustache)

I had to look up pinochet. Thats a heck of a reference.

Completely overlooked that haversham warmed his hot coco in a teapot. What an idiot (thats brilliant)

I love that each person in the show is like a dork for something. Juliet has weird football facts, carlton has westerns and guns, shawn has a few but i think favors movies, and gus has literally everything

I love the mystery of this ep! They make you think shawns solving one case (the ghost), and then you find out he is the ghost and they make you think Shawn had that one plan but then psych!turns out hes really looking for dirt the whole time. Also, shawn has to know quite a bit about business to pull that summary out of his hat. I might add it to his list of random skills.

Why would she have to clear henry for twisting his ankle? Also, now that i think about it, henry doesn’t seem the type to 1. Actually talk to a shrink or 2. Think highly enough of them to want to date one. So i have to imagine young maddy was a smoke show and he lost all sensibility.

I love that she calls him goose. Thats such a cute little nickname- that i need to know the origin of. Was this a goose and maverick thing? Was she maverick? Also, we get some more insight into shawns gifts because it implies he can remember everything hes heard thanks to his mother. So thats neat, and a cool way to show his “powers” didn’t necessarily all come from henry. Its nice to see maddy gave him something other than abandonment issues.

Ohmygod its so sad that shawn thinks his dad would sabotage him with his own mother jesus christ this family.

I wanted to end this with my thoughts on Maddy. I love that we see bits of shawns personality that came from her. He got her charisma, certain aspects of her humor, certain ways of speaking (like when carlton says, “then you wouldnt be opposed to me patting you down,” and maddy deadpan replied, “actually im very opposed to that.” It just sounded like something shawn would say). i love how the episode frames the narrative from shawns perspective too by putting maddy on a pedestal. Shes a very likable person. She takes his side when he tells her henry never told him she was coming, tells henry to buy him a phone, goes toe to toe with lassie and keenly gets him to open up.

But come on. This lady sucks.

First of all, SHAWN HASNT SEEN HIS MOM IN 3 YEARS, mind you the show says they’ve been doing Psych for about a year, so thats two years where he’s bouncing from job to job and not once did he visit her. And she was out of the country apparently and never told him she was back- why wouldn’t you let your kid know you were coming back to the country? She couldn’t shoot him an email or texted?

I would argue she is almost a worse parent by the sheer neglect alone. She gives off the impression of someone having never wanted to be a mom. she never seems to be around when shawn was little, we never see or hear of shawns mom sticking up for him against henrys teachings, and she straight up abandoned him the first chance she saw. And then on top of that, fails to communicate with him.

Lastly, I cant believe maddy (a psychologist mind you!) never talked to shawn about any of this years ago. She assumed henry would explain it all, but what part of his personality ever gave her the impression that henry could have an open and honest conversation with Shawn? And shawn says they used to talk all the time, but, like, how long ago because it seems like they haven’t had any real conversations in a long time. So its not just that she left him physically, but she also left him on his own to handle the emotional burden, because his dad certainly couldn’t talk about it. Shes the one who left shawn to pick up the pieces, not henry.

I mean its no wonder shawn struggles to form long lasting relationships.

P.S

Boneless shawn! Boneless shawn! My heart is filled with so much warm nostalgia it might burst! I remember when this first aired i laughed so goddamn much!

[ferelbasta]

My gf @feltmanor and I recently beat the Paper Mario The Thousand Year Door remake and OMFG I WAS CRYING AT THE END FROM HOW MUCH I LOVED IT 🥺

Seriously I can’t believe this remake wasn’t made by fans, how much polish and detail there is and the quality of life updates! This easily became game of the year for my gf, and for me it reminded me just how much I adore a certain “freak” in a sheet, I’m talking about Doopliss uvu

I never had this game as a kid and only discovered the games when I was in my early teens, I discovered Doopliss when I found a comic about him being made over on deviantART, it was about him having partners of his own and going on his very own adventure! This ofc engrossed me and I read every page that was available at the time, sadly the artist behind this comic never finished it and hasn’t touched it in… so many years… I actually remember asking if I could continue it a few years after she stopped and yet she wanted to give it another try at making the comic… though nothing became of this… cut to now and I’ve fallen right back in love with this lil guy after encountering him in game and seeing all new art of him 🥹

I remember during the time I was really into paper Mario after playing super paper Mario and watching videos about it that I tried to take a crack at creating a story for Doopliss, I used at least two characters this person made for her old comic and added known characters from the PM world. I only ever made stand alone art pieces back then and never got into an actual story… until everything came flooding back when I played the remake of TTYD. I’m not going to go into detail on what this new adventure will be about but I’ll just say it incorporates some stuff from my old ideas and a few characters from that old comic I discovered ( I’m sure the artist wouldn’t mind that I’d use these old characters since the comic is abandoned to my knowledge but I’ll see if I can ask her first ).

NOW to these doodles! :’D (spoiler talk under the cut )

My gf actually requested me to draw some Doopliss doodles and ofc I happily obliged. It’s been literal years since I last drew this lil baby boy and just seeing him makes me so damn happy 🥹❤️ also this is the first time I’ve ever drawn Flurrie! Tbh I thought I’d fuck her up but I’m kinda happy with how she turned out c: Now since Doopliss does join Flurrie in the acting business in the end of the game I see the two start bonding over the years they work with each other. I see about five or so years passing by after the events of TTYD and I see Flurrie acting as a motherly figure to Doopliss, since I see him being rather young mentally, like around 14 to 15 years old, his bio age I got nothin on since idk how duplighosts age >>;; plus I got ideas for his parents and he hasn’t really seen/been with his real mom in a rather long time.. so I thought it’d be cute and sweet for Flurrie to do this <:3

( also that chicken doodle is a reference to this post )

[lola-legendary]

Apology Post (with extra info)

TW! Suicidal thoughts/Intrusive thoughts, poor grammar

(Note: Every hate message I receive referring to the post below will be posted here as well. Pin of shame, bastards!)

I edited this lightly to add some extra information and move the TLDR up here, and added a cut.

Now, with the explanation, things have calmed down a bit. However, due to poor conduct, asks are going to be turned off until Sunday (25/2) and anon asks will be on back at 1/3.

If it continues when I resume anon asks, everything will be off again.

TLDR: I felt guilty and my mental health deteriorated because of the war, so I blocked the Palestine tag and received heavy backlash.

So the post I am referring to is this one. (Note: Said post has now been deleted by yours truly.)

Here, I will detail why I made this post, the events leading up to it and the backlash.

Some background information: I am a 14–year-old girl with unmediated anxiety and depression.

I have always been concerned about human rights. Even when I was a child, I would ask my mom, “Why do we have wars? Why can’t everyone get along?”

I tried to write a letter to my principal asking for more extensive sex ed, but scrapped it once I remembered that I was in a catholic school.

And when the Ukrainian war came along - biggest incident since I got access to tumblr - I was a staunch supporter of Ukraine. When I wasn’t in uniform, I made a point to dress in blue and yellow. No one noticed, of course.

In the early days of the Palestinian Genocide, I was eager to reblog any and all information that crossed my dash, even though I knew I couldn’t do anything to help. If you scroll down deep enough, you can find my posts.

However, as time passed and the war went on, whenever I saw those posts, I started getting thoughts to off myself. Those included, though not limited to:

“Oh, wow, look at you scrolling tumblr while millions are dying. Good job you, why don’t you go and join Hitler in hell, you’re contributing to this mess.”

And it got so bad that I would have mini panic attacks whenever I saw some posts like that.

I blocked the tag last year.

At that time, I sent an anonymous ask to @justagingerwithredhair, one of two people I trusted decently with my mental issues.

I can’t find it anymore, but it went something like this:

“Ginger, I’m sorry but I had to block the Palestine tag, it’s detrimental to my mental health and I can’t deal with it anymore”

and it was received positively.

Yesterday (in my timezone), I posted the post seen in the photo. I had not enough brainpower to realise that it could be taken both ways.

I was blocked by at least one person and received the following anonymous ask.

You can see my response in my blog, but I will repeat it again.

I am not a terrorist, a genocidal maniac, an Islamophobic bitch or a Zionist.

I have spoken out against Israel. I watch videos of Islamophobic people with disgust. I was outraged when the Holocaust was not required teaching in my school. I believe the Israeli Government is in the wrong.

If you keep this up I will be the one hanging from buildings.

You have made me write a post about my life that’s longer than 90% of my fanfictions. Congratulations.

@tobefree-in-palestine

[doodling-doodle]

Lullaby For A Deadman (Ch.3)

Warnings: Dark, DARK themes, references to death and murder, depression

It had been a week since the funeral. Everyone was still at The Palace, still walking to the grave and... talking to his headstone. He was always there, just on the other side of the grave, leaning against the stone. His mom was always just crying and trying to talk to him, saying she was sorry for not being there.

Mihaly would often meditate, maybe trying to connect with him... he could almost feel them getting close.

Brezz would be saying sorry. She would talk about the others, trying to cheer both herself and him up.

Sara would just lay there, crying and not really talking. But he knew she was leaving in a week, and likely never coming back...

Jack would sometimes come out with his guitar. Music was his way of coping, it always had been. It was both of their ways of coping. So, it was like they were writing together again. He would sometimes try and add, only to fall on deaf ears.

He wanted to try and see them, all of them. Dolores had told him to just go for it, because Sara was leaving, and he'd lose his chance to talk to her. But he was scared. He just didn't know how they'd react. Did they... want that?

"Of course they would!" Dolores said, and that's when he realized he was still talking, "They love you! They care about you!! I just know they want you back, even if it's a dream!"

He sighed, "I know you're right..." He replied, "It's just hard..."

"I'm sure..." She held his hands softly, "But... One of your friends is trying to reach the Afterlife to find you... They want to see you."

He nodded, sighing softly, "I... I should try tonight, shouldn't I...?"

"Yes, silly!" She stood, trying to pull him up with her, "I know that they are all asleep now! Why don't you try now?"

He smiled, "You're right... I'll do it..."

"Come on then!"

He yelped as she fully pulled him off the ground, pulling him with her as she ran inside the palace, towards Mihaly's room... she left him in there.

He looked at their sleeping form for a few minutes before he moved closer, kneeling down next to the bed.

He'd be honest, he really didn't know what he was trying to do. He kind thought that, since he was a ghost already, he would know how to do this, but... yeah no, that didn't work.

He decided to try what felt right, though. He hesitantly touched their arm, or, tried to at least, and closed his eyes, just trying to focus on it. Think about it...

And it worked.

He opened his eyes, looking around to see... the temple. The temple in Floworld.

He saw Mihaly sitting in front of him, and he slowly walked up to them, kneeling down next to them as quietly as possible...

Okay, now what?

He guessed that it was... trying to talk to them, so...

"Mihaly?"

They perked their head up, turning to look at him, their face dropping slightly.

"N... No. Your kidding." They said, fully turning to him, trying to touch him. Which worked. He felt it.

"Hey..." He added quietly, holding their hands softly as they slowly reached up to his face, tearing up.

They quickly wrapped their arms around him, and he did the same, tearing up himself as he felt the touch of one of his friends for the first time in a week.

"I didn't know if this was going to work, honestly." He said, chuckling softly.

"It worked! Your... Your back!" They said, pulling back and holding his shoulders softly.

He didn't think he saw them with so much emotion. Ever... He guessed that this made sense, if there was any time to show emotion, it would be when you see your dead friend.

"Kind of... still dead." He said, "I can't believe this worked, honestly."

"I've always thought it was possible... But why wasn't it working when I tried to entire the Afterlife...?"

He shrugged, "Who knows... I wonder if Flow just... doesn't work like that?"

"I... You know what, I'll just take this for now... Until I wake up..." They smiled softly, pulling back and pulling their legs up to their chest.

"I don't know if there's, like, a time limit to me being here, honestly." He said, crossing his legs.

"Make the most of it?"

"Make the most of it."

Which they did... until Mihaly woke up, and Wander opened his eyes to see Mihaly smiling in their bed, sitting up and looking around.

"Goodbye, Wander." They said quietly.

Now... who was next...?

...

Even though he knew that he wasn’t going to be seen, he still stood still in the corner of Brezz’s room, waiting for her to fall asleep before he walked forward and knelt down at her bed, softly holding her hand and closing his eyes…

He opened them to see the beach Brezz worked at. It was night. The water was calm, waves gently crashing against the shore. The water looked golden… and Brezz stood, looking out to the sea and at the moon.

He slowly walked closer, hearing… something? It sounded like screaming, almost. It was coming from the water…

“Brezz?” He said quietly, not sure if she’d hear him. It didn’t look like she did.

“Brezz.”

Thats when she jumped, turning to look at him with tears running down her face.

“Wander…?”

“Hey…” 

She stood still for a few seconds letting Wanderlust look her over. The water was hitting up to her ankles, and he realized that it was… sticking. It wasn’t water. It was blood. It was his blood. It was his screams from the day he died.

He blinked, and now, Brezz had her arms around him, sobbing as she held him tight and he held her back, letting her cry into his shoulders as the blood softly hit their legs, and the screams slowly faded away.

He'd worry about the meaning of that later... He was just so happy that she was actually happy. But he felt like how he did last night when Mihaly was about to wake up. He was pretty sure she could feel it too.

"You gonna be okay?" Wanderlust asked, looking at her again, and she smiled again.

"I will be eventually. If you keep coming back... then I think I will be... okay with this."

He nodded, holding her hands as he pulled away from the hug, "I'll be back, I promise... Just need to go see Sara and Jack..."

"Good luck... I'll see you again soon?"

"You will."

He was just glad she woke up with a smile when she woke up in the middle of the night. He stayed for a little bit, waiting for her to fall back asleep before he left back to his grave, sitting down against his stone.

"How's it going?"

He perked his head up, and he saw one of Doloris' friends, Charlie Pumpkin, looking down at him. Wanderlust had been wondering how the afterlife worked when it came to appearances. He didn't know why Charlie had an entire outfit based on a pumpkin, but it honestly was a welcome sight when "The In-Between" didn't have much color a lot of the time. He wondered if it had to do with how he died, or when he died. Could the culture of the afterlife change over time?

He never asked. He thought it was probably insensitive to ask it.

"It's... fine, I guess." He said quietly, "I'm still getting used to the whole... 'ghost', thing."

"Takes a while to get used to. But you will."

Yeah, he wasn't the best at comfort either. He was a man of few words.

"I just... I wish I could... talk to them more." He sighed, "I miss them."

"I'm sorry. I know what it's like... You visit all of them yet?"

"No. Two left."

"Goodluck with that."

He watched as Charlie walked away, and he sighed, curling in on himself and holding his legs to his chest.

He was going to find Sara the next day.

...

Wanderlust had followed Sara throughout the palace throughout the day, waiting for her to fall asleep. 

When she did, he just sat next to her for a bit before he went to visit her in her dream…

Her dream was of her living room in her apartment on earth. But in her coach form.

“You miss me?” He asked quietly.

Wander blinked, and the next thing he knew, Sara had jumped into his arms, crying as she gripped his shirt sleeves.

“Brezz said that you were around…” She whispered, “I didn’t know what she meant, but… I knew she wasn’t lying…” 

“Of course she wasn’t. I’ll always be here with you guys…”

She smiled, finally looking up at him and pulling him to the couch, “Have you gone to see Jack yet?”

“Not yet… he’s the last one after you.” He replied, sighing, “I needed to.. Make sure this worked before I tried it on him.”

She nodded,” Well… You know it works.” She smiled, and he sighed.

“I’ll go see him… there's a lot of things I want to tell him…”

”What all will you tell him?” Sara asked, and Wander shrugged

“A lot… he said a lot when he was… cleaning me up for the funeral. So I want to finish that conversation with him.”

“Aw, that’s cute.” Sara said, giggling.

“I know he’ll have questions… he’s been looking through my notes- we did it a lot to each other, but… I know what notebook he’s looking through…”

“Oh?”

“They were all songs about him…”

Sara cackled, and Wanderlust blushed a dark gold as he looked away, his skin markings starting to show themselves.

“Oh shit- you glow?” Sara asked, and he looked back at her, then down at himself.

“Oh yeah. It happens sometimes... It’s the markings my mother has but mine aren’t always visible. Only when I go radioactive!”

“Heh… Damn, that’s cool.”

”I wish I could stay here…” Sara said, “I don’t want to go home if I won’t see you again.” “I know… but it’s better for you to go. You should go home and be happy.”

“I won’t be happy…”

“But you’ll be safer.”

“I guess… But-”

“Don’t fight it… I’m sure you can come back sometimes, but… it’s better if you leave. Safe yourself from this nightmare, because right now, the entirety of The Danceverse’s are in shambles from my death… just be safe for me, okay?”

“I promise.”

Wander knew that Sara had to go. That she was leaving the morning after he visited her.

He hoped that it would be a decent goodbye gift. Saying goodbye before she’d leave for what was likely going to be a while…

He owed that to her for everything… he hoped she’d be able to come back one day.

...

He really couldn’t put it off much longer.

Jack was his last one to visit. 

He had gone to Mihaly, Brezz, and Sara… it was Jack’s turn, he couldn’t put it off anymore

He needed to go see him. He needed to tell him everything, he needed to say that, yes, of course he would have married Jack, that he was sorry, that he knew Jack was going to kill his father, and that he wanted to… okay, maybe he wasn’t going to finish that thought until he knew exactly how he’d execute that plan. But it was still a plan!

“I guess a plan is a plan.” Dolores said, making him realize he’d been talking about everything for a while.

"I just... want him to know how much I suffered." Wanderlust said, sitting back up and looking out to the pond.

"I never learned how to swim." He said after a brief pause, "Jack wanted to teach me one day. He said that, once he had his magic back to control water, he'd teach me. Then, I wouldn't have to worry about drowning or... anything."

"Aw... That's sweet." She sat beside him, " You're going to see him soon, right?"

"Plan on going in a little bit... I just... need to prepare."

"I think you are prepared. You are just scared of facing him again... but I don't think I see a world where it would go any other way than good. After all, he did propose to you."

He sighed, "I know you're right... I just... I know it will just hurt him more when I leave."

"Or he'll be relieved that you're at peace."

He hated that she was right so often. Always his voice of reason.

"Okay... I'm going." He said, standing, "I'll be back in the morning."

And there he went back to the palace.

...

Wanderlust sighed as he stared at Jack from the foot of Jack’s bed. He was sleeping. Crying in his sleep.

He needed to do it. He missed Jack so much

He slowly walked up, laying down next to Jack and slowly wrapping himself around him. And he opened his eyes, still in the bed, as Jack slowly “woke up”... but it was just the dream.

He watched as Jack’s face went from confusion, to disbelief, to joy, to sadness, all in ten seconds.

He felt Jack’s hands slowly reach up to his face, and he smiled as he gently held them. He missed the feeling so much.

Neither of them spoke for a good minute. But Wanderlust finally spoke after that.

“Hey, Rosebud…”

|Jack sat in silence for at least ten minutes, and Wanderlust did as well, letting Jack wrap him into his arms with a death grip, rocking him softly and kissing over his face. Very few words were spoken at first, but Wanderlust eventually spoke again.

"This won’t last forever.’

“Make it worth it…”

They eventually went from lying down to sitting up in bed, Jack still holding him tight and rocking him, kissing over him softly and running his hands over Wanderlust’s body, in utter shock.

“How is this possible…?” Jack asked, “Am I dying?”

Wanderlust noticed what sounded like a bit of relief in his voice. It worried him.

“No.” He replied, “I’m able to visit you from the afterlife. I just… can invade your dreams. That's how I’m here.”

Jack sighed, as if disappointed, but he cradled Wander’s face softly, “Well… at least I have you…. I just… Please don’t wake me early. I need the most time with you that's possible, please…”

Wander smiled, “I only do that when I know you need to wake up.”

“Hopefully I don’t need to… because I need so much more time with you..”

Wander chuckled softly, “Well… I guess I need to answer your question, right?” He asked, raising his left hand and showing Jack that the ring was still on his finger.

“I do.”

Jack blinked rapidly, and almost immediately started sobbing, holding Wanderlust’s hand close and staring at the ring, kissing his hand multiple times as he did.

“I didn’t know if that was a good idea… it felt selfish, putting the ring on you when I wouldn’t know if you wanted to marry me… but now I know…” He said, holding Wanderlust’s face softly and smiling. 

“Jack, I would have said yes immediately…” Wander said, “I love you… I love you so much, I want to marry you, I want… I want the wedding…” He sighed, “Dolores said that they’ve had weddings in the afterlife before. Maybe one day…”

Jack’s eyes seemed to light up, and he held Wander even tighter, nodding, “I promise you, I will give you the wedding you deserve. I promise…”

He knew Jack would. They were both hopeless romantics for each other, they had been their whole relationship. It was always kind of endearing, honestly.

He knew Jack likely already planned most of the wedding already… he couldn’t wait to see that.

...

Wanderlust sighed, finally looking back up at Jack after hours of him being there.

“Jack…”

“My love?”

“You have to wake up now…”

Jack blinked, tears welling up in his eyes, “Wh… No…”

“I have to go, Jack…”

“Don’t make me wake up… please, I can’t lose you again…”

“I’m sorry…” He kissed Jack softly, still holding him tight and nuzzling on him, “Mom’s coming to wake you up…”

“Don’t let her- Please! Please, Wander, I can’t- I can’t lose you a second time… I can’t!”

He held Jack’s face, wiping his years softly, “I’ll be back. I promise… I promise.”

Jack just kept shaking his head, and as he felt himself pulling from the dream, he leaned in for one final kiss. 

They both opened their eyes in bed, and Jack immediately started crying, going back to clutching the pillow in his arms as tight as possible.

Wander quickly left the room, not being able to bare seeing or hearing Jack’s cries for him to come back

He would. He promised.

He watched as his mom ran in the room, and through the open door, he saw her pull him up to hold onto him as he cried into her robe, holding her tight.

"He was there...! He was there, and he had to leave...! I..."

"Wanderlust... was here...?"

"I... I lost him again, Si'ha... I lost him again..."

He was sure she thought Jack was losing it from his grief... so he guessed he should visit her now too...

He just couldn't watch Jack collapse more right now, so, he left the palace to go back out to his grave.

"How'd it go?" Dolores asked when he walked back up.

"He's... he was happy until I left..." He said, sliding down a tree to sit down.

"But it went well?"

"It did... But now I need to see Mom..."

[this-user-is-always-bored]

how do you guys think jade and june would change classpect-wise in kidswap. considering that this adds another 3 years to their non-SBURB life, i got to consider how the different circumstances and extra time would come to change their personalities (and along with that, their classes).

not to go into detail with the strilondes here because this is a harleybert-focused post, but to sum it up i made rose a rogue of light to reflect how she tried to imitate roxy in mom lalonde’s absence, while also displaying her own feelings of inadequacy when it comes to what she’s naturally proficient at, knowledge (light), due to err, apocalyptic circumstances. dave would be a page of time, to demonstrate how without bro, he wouldn’t have absorbed the kind of self sacrificial ruthlessness that a prince of heart would have, instead gaining more self loathing from the fact that dirk is a knight, and try as he might, dave feels as if he could never live up to what he thinks he should want to be. okay recap done with back to the prospits

i think another 3 years of isolation would have legitimately driven jade fucking crazy. we can see from the epilogues and hsbc how being essentially quarantined from the rest of humanity pregame, and then losing the first source of consistent social interaction she has for another 3 years during the retcon ship trip has made her incredibly desperate for any scrap of affection and/or human interaction that she thinks she can’t ever lose. even pregame we see that jade’s only been comforting herself to avoid her loneliness through the skaian prophecies of being able to meet her friends. that’s all she has. adding the fact that bec now can’t really stay with her 24/7 and another 3 years on to that pile and you can see how quickly it fucks over her mental health to the point where i’m pretty sure my kidswap jade is more close to hsbc jade than she is to og jade. funnily enough though i don’t think i’d change her from witch of space to anything. jade’s class being the witch is tied to her complete lack of autonomy in regards to something ruled over by her aspect (which is something she shares with her fellow witches, feferi and damara!), while also referring to how in a trade off for immense power (with witches being consistently in positions of power, either in class or raw potency of ability) she loses any agency she may have gained previously, and is pulled along by the strings of the narrative until it’s done with. (again, another thing she shares with feferi and damara). this isn’t to say the robbing of jade’s autonomy and agency in the narrative in exchange for power and/or the ability to create life is solely from the narrative implications of her classpect alone, but it does play a big part.

with june it’s quite similar, since even at the very first section of act 1 we see how hollow her ‘normal suburban life’ is, despite its normalcy. i think something to note is june’s melancholy about how empty everything seems to be despite things being like they should be is something that remains (despite being repressed and then touched upon and then repressed even harder this time) through hs, culminating in her depressive spiral in the epilogues— these seeds of dissatisfaction and restlessness appear in her since the very beginning, and i feel like they would eventually result in her being depressed nonetheless, with the game or not. another 3 years of mundane, supposedly acceptable suburban life would probably drive her to the same brink as original jade, just maybe the brink could be less tall. like, 50% less. or 30%, depends on how you interpret her depressive spirals in the epilogues. again, the thing is, i can’t really find it in myself to change her class either. this seems very fitting for an heir of breath, and i don’t think the extra years would cause anything to change for her class-wise; she’d probably hold on to that sense of detachment and apathy to not lose her mind at how hollow everything around her is.

and isn’t that harrowing? three whole years of extra time, a whole different set of circumstances and yet neither of them change very much fundamentally. sure, they may be a hell of a lot more desperate and introspective (questionable. is facing the endless hole of loneliness/emptiness within the world around you and yourself introspection?) now, but as who they truly are deep inside, nothing has truly shifted. the world changed, the people around them changed, and yet they still stay the same.

[fridgrave2-0]

i need to get those headcanons ab max and his family I have from my chest. TW domestic violence, murder. religious guilt?? idk

1. mrs jägerman was connected to the black and white. she knew lords in black, did some magic and stuff

2. mr jägerman is a fucked up christian (yes i'm adding layers to max's crush on grace)

3. when mr jägerman did find out about his wife's little hobby, they had a fight. she was going to take max and run, but her husband not intentionally (at first) killed her

4. max saw his dad dragging his mom's body out of the house. he was little when it happened and for a while thought it was just a nightmare (it happened when he woke up from the noises of his parents arguing and fighting) until he completely forgot about that

5. mr jägerman believed what his son saw something and was attacking him for couple of months to find out, but max never told him anything. years later when drunk his dad still sometimes brings up this topic

6. max has a strong connection with black and white but never actually realizes it (I mean the guy literally just turned off all the lights on the parking lot and didn't address it. his ignorance is bliss for everyone else and everyone are lucky what max just lives in his own musical)

7. his dad hates what his wife was and does everything to keep max being "normal"

8. because of his dad max actually knows a lot of religious stuff (I mean, he really does in canon. max refers bible too many times to keep it just a surface level research for puns). he also has a crucifix, but he doesn't wear it since his dad almost choked him with it

9. in some way max wants to push on grace's religious guilt because it's another thing his dad makes him feel when he's home. max does everything his father wants him to be, but he keeps everything religious close to his chest. some part of max wants to believe, but other part gave up a long time ago and hates his faith because this is something what makes him too much more like his dad

10. max's god complex (as a part of his bpr) is that side of him what tries to become his image of dad. max is copying what he thinks his father is (a god as someone scary with full control of everything)

[awkwardcourage]

I find Hughie's list of his top three musicians incredibly fascinating. Also just the fact that he refers to them as musicians and not artists, like, it's just- why use that term? It's so outdated in todays vernacular and I don't get the feeling he's trying to be a certain type of way or annoying by saying musicians bc a) that's just not his personality at all and b) bc when he discusses it with butcher, he's incredibly stressed and using his top artists as a way to prove that he is incapable of infiltrating Vought.

But anyway, onto the actual list. 1. James Taylor. What the fuck. Whose top artist has ever been James Taylor, no offence to Mr Taylor but I don't feel like he's an artist who is many people's number one.

2. Simon and Garfunkel. I'm totally biased when I say that this is a bang up choice bc I think they slap, but again, still, an interesting choice.

3. Billy Joel. The most important and iconic choice in terms of Hughie's character and how associated with each other they become- and yet, he is third on Hughie's list. He's not even second, when he has a poster of him on his room (potentially on his ceiling if Robin's quip about "staring up at that dumb Billy Joel poster" is anything to go on). He listens to "You're Only Human" incessantly when he's in an extremely dark place mentally in season 2, Pressure, Only the Good Die Young and Uptown Girl are played in his scenes in the Season 2 opening, closing and Season three opening respectively.

So, why is Billy Joel number three, when clearly he is far more important to Hughie than James Taylor or Simon and Garfunkel, neither of whom we have seen him listen to or make reference to again (besides the t-shirts he wears and he doesn't even wear a Simon and Garfunkel t-shirt- and yes I know because I made a list and if it turns out that he actually did I am setting myself on fire)?

I think it all comes back to Hughie's mom. She is the reason he ever started listening to Billy Joel in the first place, his fondest memories (he doesn't say they're his fondest, but they seem to be pretty important to him) are of her and him dancing to Billy Joel. Not moments after telling Annie this does he follow it up by saying "I don’t wanna be like her."

Hughie can't help but love his mom. He can't help but love Billy Joel, even though the association with his mom is so strong; yet he tries to distance himself from both. He both clings and pushes them to him and away from him with equal measure. Perhaps him adding on two other artists before Billy Joel is his way of distancing himself from that association, even though he can't deny that he does greatly enjoy Billy Joel's music.

It's fascinating because it doesn't matter, at least not on the surface. Even when conversing with someone who, at that point, is a complete stranger to Hughie, he still has this need to distance himself from something so heavily associated with his mom. I think it's one of the many instances in the show that reveal just how deeply Hughie's mom abandoning him affected him. Even though he barely talks about her, even though she's only being introduced as an actual character in season four, her influence on him and the effects of what she did to him can be seen rippling throughout even the smallest aspects of Hughie's character.

[trollsedits]

Brozone + Dance moms references pt2

-I can do Jazz,musical theater and ballet.” Branch said smiling :)

After the concert shows John Dory would act like a complete jerk at most time he would say stuff that offended his brother such as “You need to accept the fact that I’m better than all of you.” John said Clay really wants to punch John in his square head face

“My older brother has the weirdest outfits ever… obviously!” Branch told other trolls

As branch was super stress because John Dory kept overworking him as branch was crying John Dory saw him “Branch stop crying.” He said “I’m a Baby I’m supposed to do this.” He said continuing crying which made John Dory rolled his eyes at branch

Sometimes John Dory would get on clay nerves because John Dory would push Clay to have his inner fun boy Clay which piss him off cause Clay wants to be taken seriously “Be Gone Witch, you have no powers here.” Clay told John cause he is pretty sick and tried of John Dory craps

Usually John Dory also give spruce a hard time aswell because he has to keep his heartthrob body and image which Bruce would say to John Dory “your entitled to your own wrong opinion.” He said once again John Dory would roll his eyes at spruce just like he always does

Floyd usually get lefts out during the groups you thought bitty b was left out talk about Floyd being left out John Dory thinks Floyd is way too emotional so grandma Rosiepuff would have to ask John Dory “When dose Floyd get a special part? She asked John Dory “When ever he stops getting too emotional and learn to save his tears for the pillows.” John replied

“I want a donut.” Spruce said (Same here bro)

After saving Floyd both Clay and branch got their first kiss from the two royal sisters to which the other brothers was in aww “Aww, Clay and Bitty B both had their first kiss in the same day! That’s kinda sweet, Twins!”

~No context if you read this you probably understand this~

“Did you just sit here and say that we look miserable maybe we should break up the band!” Spruce said

“No, I ever said that!” John replied

“Yes you most certainly did!” Clay said defending spruce

“NO I DIDN’T DINGBAT LISTEN!” John snap pointing at Clay

“Get your finger out of my face!” Clay said angrily

Floyd words of wisdom “Nobody’s perfect.”

As bitty B was singing he made John Dory cry because of how beautiful his voice was

“I made John Dory cry because I sing very good.” Branch said

“My dream is to continue singing forever I would kill myself if I didn’t sing.” Branch also added in

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Sorry if this was short it was hard trying to find good quotes but I hope you still liked them

Like + Follow are very much appreciated! <3

[viscerawrites]

status update 9/28/2024

just a lil post to announce what fics ive worked on/tasks ive crossed off my checklist today! its mostly for myself rlly fcngnhkk buuut its here if anyone's curious ig? Im just chilling

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what ive accomplished today:

wrote 492 words for chapter 2 of where love didn't exist

today was the first time ive been able to work on this fic (w/o anxiety) since i first posted it in january, so that's pretty nice! tbh i lost so much confidence in it after i lost my therapist since i was hoping to use it as a coping fic while i processed shit. but who knows, maybe it'll still help me learn things abt myself. regardless, im excited to be back at it!

wrote 156 words for my sleep token oneshot wip, the body as a temple ; got it to 913!

i havent worked on this one in a while either lol, mostly bc i started it right before The Anxiety started hitting me every time i sat down to write. i was honestly rlly nervous to return to it cuz i was scared I wouldn't be able to keep writing it at all. but im giving myself the grace to move slow, so. rare W for me.

retyped/sorta edited 582 words for chapter 1 of my hollywood undead wip the exorcism of jorel decker

i actually posted this 1st chapter a long while ago! then i deleted it, tried to rework into original fiction, realized i was having much more fun writing it as bandfic, and then foolishly orphaned the original version instead of just deleting </3 but the good news abt that is. idk if i still have it in my google docs at all. so at least i have that to reference LOL.

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soo.

today is saturday september 28 (this month is going by way too fast fr) and it's just past 6pm rn. got a late start today bc i was exhausted as shit for a while, then i talked to my mom incessantly for what was apparently hours. So i only got started around 3pm (but i still needed to warm up, soo it took longer. Bleh).

didn't set my checklist goals at the start of the day like i planned to bc i was having The Anxiety and a bit of decision paralysis. and was also worried abt.. Various things. so it doesn't feel as successful today, but ive still gotten shit done and that's what should matter to me.

out of everything ive typed today, ive done abt 1,230 words in total so far. Most of that was unfortunately just me retyping shit ive already written and am now moving from google docs to ellipsus (which i highly recommend btw). i typically prefer to retype into new software instead of pasting; it gets the brain flowing better.

but i did still write some new words, and a lot of what i retyped was modified and added to. or cut. Whatever it needed rlly.

im still trying to find the proper schedule for myself + the best way to juggle my millions of projects/ideas. I need to allow myself some wiggle room while still having some structure. adhd is making this a bit difficult (as it so often does), but it's rlly just trial and error rn. Plus a lot of self-acceptance and focusing on making things easier and more fun for myself - instead of worrying abt the "most reasonable" way to do things. Or anything others might recommend.

I do still plan on writing some more before the night is done, so I might be back w/ an update for this before I head to bed. I got distracted by my brother while writing this post so it's now just after 6:45 LOL.

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gonna close this post off w/ music ive been rlly liking today! bc,, why not.

Animals - Ice Nine Kills (maroon 5 cover)

Disturbia - The Cab (rihanna cover)

What I Never Learned In Study Hall - Ice Nine Kills

[crowinkwriting]

Since Something New is going to become a much larger thing then I expected (whoops) here is Rook's (Inky) family tree so things are less complicated to follow along with cause the relationships in the family are really convoluted.

First thing to know is the person Rook refers to her mother or mom is Angela as that is the woman that raised her. Second thing is her "cousins" (Robin and Jay) are clearly not her actual cousins. They are her step sister's half siblings (what else is she supposed to call them?). Third is that Jewl and Neve are not together at the start of Something New. That is coming later. I just figured I'd add it so I wouldn't have to later. Fourth is at the starts of Something New the only kid Rook and Lucanis have is Dante. Don't worry about the other two they have them later but again I added them so I would have to do less work down the line.

General Summery: Petra and Axis were married and were slaves in Tevinter. Axis ran away with Robin and Jay but Petra died before he could come back for her. Axis gave Robin and Jay to a family friend out of fear that is he was caught his kids would be killed. Axis later met Angela and moved to Rivain with her. They had Jewl but Axis chose to go back to Tevinter to fight for the freedom of elves. Angela refused to go back to Tevinter and the two divorced. Conrad and Lianna were married and had Rook (born Emora) and when Rook was one the fifth blight happened. Conrad and Lianna tried to escape but Lianna died and Conrad took Rook to Rivain. Conrad met Angela and the two bonded over being single parents, sailing, and cooking. Angela basically adopted Rook and soon Angela and Conrad got married. Rook's name was changed unofficially from Emora to Inky but Rina. Together Conrad and Angela had Emma, Rudy, and Darian and raised all five of their kids in one big happy family. Axis was captured by Tevinter authorities and executed. Jay had a son and named him after her father. Conrad was killed in the same incident that got Rook kicked out of the Lords of Fortune and it's haunted Rook since.

Short Bios:

[Ages listed are their ages at the end of Veilguard or when they died.]

Rina Laidir: She's a 68 year old woman who has spent most her life in Rivain. She worked as a waitress and did everything she could to support herself and her daughter. She now lives a quiet and happy retirement and Angela is happy to support her mom after everything her mother went through to raise her. Rina would look after her grandkids when Angela and Conrad were off hunting treasure. She gave Rook the name Inky when she was a little girl and that became the name everyone knew her by.

Angela Laidir: She is 48 years old and is a Lord of Fortune. She spent much of her early life finding various ways to make money to help out her mom. From a very early age Angela looked up to the Lord of Fortune and dreamed of having her own ship one day. She though had to put her dreams on hold when her mother got sick so Angela got a job working at the same place as her mother. After getting into some trouble when she was 22 her mother sent her to live with a family friend in Tevinter where she met Axis. Angela helped sneak Axis to Rivain and the two got married. When she was 24 years old she had her first child, Jewl, and when her baby is only 6 months old Axis chooses to go back to Tevinter. She refused but Axis chose to leave anyways and the two divorced. That was the last time Axis would ever see his daughter. Newly divorced and a single mom, Angela was redetermined to make her dreams happen. Not wanting the same life for her daughter that her and her mother had. After only 3 years Angela had worked her way up to captain and finally had her own ship. 2 years later Angela met Conrad and Rook. Angela instantly loved Rook and treated her like her own child. Conrad and Angela fell in love and married. Over the next 17 years the two had Emma, Rudy, and Darian. Angela taught all her kids the skills she knew in hopes they could be great treasure hunters like her. Angela was worried about Rook as she found Rook to be a bit dense and too trusting of others.

Conrad Laidir: He was 56 when he passed. He was born and raised in Ferelden. In his early years he worked as a town guard until his father passed and he had to take over the family farm. When he was 32 he married his first wife, Lianna. The two lived a peaceful life and a few years later the two had Rook, originally named Emora by her mother. Their perfect life only lasted for about a year since the fifth blight stuck and the couple had to flee. Lianna was killed in the chaos and Conrad took Rook and fled to Rivain where Conrad spent most his time working on ships. He would sneak Rook on board since he had no one he could trust. After a few years Conrad became employed by Angela and the woman came across little Rook on her ship. Instead of firing him Angela chose to help Conrad look after his young daughter and the two became close. Within about a year they got married and raised their 5 kids together happily

Jewl Laidir: She is 24 years old and a member of the Shadow Dragons. She grew up in Rivain but wanted to continue her father's mission after he was killed when she was 10. When she was 18 she went back to Tevinter and while Rook tried to follow Jewl made her stay. Jewl, like her mother, was very protective of Rook and always worried about her overly kind deminer. Worried Rook would get taken advantage of one day. Still Jewl chose to go to Tevinter but stayed in contact with her family. While in Tevinter Jewl discovered she was attracted to women and gained an interest in Neve, but never knew how to act on it. So Jewl chose to stay professional. When Jewl heard about Conrad's death she was heartbroken over it. Not only cause she lost her only other father figure but cause she wasn't in Rivain at the time and couldn't save him.

[More to add]

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

Hii everyone! Okay so there's this fanfic I've been writing on Wattpad that hasn't been getting any attention and I literally have been working my ass off on it soooo I'm gonna post it here too!! I hope you enjoy!!! ************************

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

Ep1 s1

(Carl X oc)

Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read

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Even before this shit went down my life still wasn't something to be proud of

"Rayne, care to explain?" my mom asked holding up a test I got a 83% on. "My math test?" I answered and she laid a strong slap across my cheek. "Don't get smart with me!" she said as I felt stinging in my right cheek.  "Now, try again. Care. To. Explain?" she asked.  "An 83 is still a A" I tried to explain but once again I was met with another strong slap

Don't cry dont cry dont cry

"Your grounded" she said then pointed to the stairs, something warm run down my temple.  Opening the door to the bathroom only to be disappointed as my eyebrow had a cut and was now bleeding. 

"Did you give yourself that cut? Just got some attention" my sister scuffed as I grabbed a wash cloth and held it under warm water.  "Hello?" she said but once again I gave no reply.  "Your pathetic honesty" added then walked to her room.  "I know" I mumbled as I put a bandage on the cut.

I was waking to my room when I heard a door open and close followed by something being set down.  I made my way downstairs to see my dad who had just gotten back from a hunting trip the thing he sat down being his rifle and revolver.  "Can you BELIEVE this, she practically failed!" my mom yelled holding up my 'failed' test.  "Hi Rayne" my father said and got up walking past my mom and over to me.  "What happened to you face?" he said referring to my now bruised cheek and cut eyebrow.  "I fell." I said already knowing better then to tell the truth.  "How bout the test huh? You know I can't let that slide also your mom said you were bad mouthing her and your sister, you know that's not okay" he said and I just nodded knowing nothing he said was true.  "No leaving the house at all and if I even see you look at the tv or play any video games so help me" he said this time more stern. 

I didnt hate my family but sometimes it's hard to keep myself from letting out all the stuff I have been forced to keep in.

"ok" I said.  "What's the use? She's just gonna have her face shoved in a book" my sister said kicking me in the leg I looked up to see if my father had noticed but he was already gone.  "You can't even defend yourself, honestly could you be any more useless" she added but I just once again stayed quiet.

Rule number one: always stay quite

I had 5 rules in place if I broke them, god knows how many marks would be on me if I didn't keep my mouth shut.

No.1: always stay quite (what's the point of talking when no one is listening to you)

No.2: never cry. ("Your so weak all you do is cry")

No.3: A (if I can't get good grades then I'm a disgrace, a failed, a mistake)

No.4: I don't need anyone (relying on other people means your weak)

No.5: take it.  ("You deserve this. You deserve to bleed")

I live with these 5 rules also on my mind if I break one...well...i don't know, I guess I never have, but I know I don't want to know what'll happen if I will. 

"There were a lot of people out this season" my father said.  "Really? I thought that not many people go out over there" my mom asked.  "Yeah I did to, and the weirdest thing about it was that they weren't even wearing hunting gear they were dressed in normal everyday clothes, and get this there werent even any buck" he complained.

People dressed in normal clothes on a hunting trip? Something about that doesn't feel right, as I thought something outside caught my eye.  I walked over to the window to see people, groups of them walking all sluggish almost tripping over there own feet, some of them...were covered with

Blood

Others had very severe injuries, like missing arm you could s-

I felt something rise in my throat looking at one of the people, a little girl with a large intestine spilling out of her I covered my mouth with my hand and ran up stairs getting the attention of my family.

The image crossed my mind once again this time I wasn't able to keep in what I was trying to avoid I ran into the bathroom bumping into the door frame and released my hand from my mouth my stomach unable to take anymore.  "Rayne? Are you alright?" my dad asked rubbing my back.  "She's just doing it for attention, stop being so dramatic" my sister scoffed but the only thing I could focus on was the...i dont even know what it was.  "Rayne what's wrong?" my father asked. 

"Outside...look, outside" I said in between huffs and coughs, my father then got up

It was to long before I heard the front door open, then slame shut.  I stood up and slowly walked down, to see my father's eyes wide his hands gripping onto his hair while my mom began to cry she then grabbed her phone

We all sat there is silence

...

...

...

Click

No one picked up

I ran over the to an old radio I used to listen to when I was younger, thank god I still knew how to use it

Static

"WARNING WE ARE CURRENTLY IN A CRISIS DONT GO NEAR INJURED PEOPLE THEY ARE INFECTED IF YOU GET BIT YOU DIE IF YOU GO NEAR THEM YOU DIE, THE LIVING WALK THE EARTH AND EAT THE LIVING"

"Oh my god" my mom said and fell to her knees.

I ran up stairs and ran into my room to get a book and ran back down stairs almost tripping.

"Look" I said and handed my dad the comic. "Holly shit" he said looking through the book. "We have to go, there has to be somewhere safe" my dad added. "Jade! Get down here!" my dad yelled and my sister walked over tears streaming down her face as she shook in fear, and if I'm being honest as much as I hate to admit it we all were even me...

"Me and you mather are going to gather food and weapons, you two go pack clothes not a lot just enough to travel as well as other things you might need" dad said and I nodded and ran up stairs to my room.

2 outfits should be fine including the one I'm wearing

Fit 1 (currently wearing) : red hoodie with a white t-shirts under and blue jeans (dw the fits get better)

Fit 2. A yellow stripped shit and white t shirt with leggings (most of these are based off of Clementine)

Fit 3. A purple t-shirt with blue jeans

I then went into the bathroom to get basic hygiene products (tooth brush, deodorant, etc) "get boots too!!" my dad said and I went into my room and dug through my closet trying to find the one par of boots I had.

Found them

They were an old pair of docs that used to be my sisters but they dont fit her anymore. I then looked at my desk to see a photo of my best friends and tears streamed down my cheeks,

The one person who actually cared, the one person I trusted please for the love please be okay.

"RAYNE GET DOWN HERE!!!" my dad yelled and I took the photo and put it in my pocket.

When I walked down stairs I seen everyone with bags in there hands my dad set his down and I walked by Jade my father then kneeled down and held up two pocket knives I put my hand out but hesitated while my sister just turned away and shock her head. "Please guys, I need to know that you'll be able to protect yourself if need be" he said and I nodded taking the black and silver knife and flicked it open, nothing to special. "Fine" my sister said then took it. "Alright me and your mama have guns but we won't be able to protect you all the time" he said I agreed but my sister wasn't having it. "No! You have to protect us YOU HAVE TO" she said and my father slapped her and she screamed and cried the....um....things?... Walkers ya

Started walking towards our house probably from hearing Jade cry

Sound attacks them

"Shit Jade stop screaming!" my dad said and covered her mouth only to revile the sound of walkers banging on the door. "Dammit Jade" my dad said. "We have to go through the back" he said and let go of my sister tears still streaming down her face we grabbed all of our stuff and my dad held tightly onto his rifle

Here we go

Name: unknown Nickname: Rayne Walker kills: 0 Living kills: 0 Age: 9