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espresso-lessdepresso · 1 year ago

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HEYYYYY GIRL!!!!! its me anon sofi after SO LONG, I’ve already finished my first semester so I just started winter vacations yeyy (bc here in Argentina is winter and super cold lmao) sososo I’m going to catch up with everything you’ve written and cheer you on. Let me tell this month was SO stressful, with finals and all, but thank god I got the best grades (your girl is smart, got a total of 9,5 this semester（＾ν＾) ). Still, im very tired BUT I got the best writer in the world in front of me who put out a fic while I was gone, which means I’m gonna get relaxed and read it cause I know it’s going to be the very best ever. Now lets stop talking about me and TELL ME ABOUT YOU!!!! How’s your day?? How are you?? What are you up to??? Have you listened to a new song or discovered a new artist??? Watched a good movie recently?? Tell me everything and anything. I’ll read allll of it, even if it’s 15k words, I’ll take my time and read every single letter. You’re amazing and it makes so happy seeing so content and energetic, you have no idea. Remember to take care of yourself, stay safe and ilysmmmmm. Sending you goodie vibes all the way from here to wherever you are (⌒▽⌒) ♡

Helloooo anon soffiiii ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

This is going to be a bit of a long one~

It has indeed been a very long time since we last talked!!! [though much to my fault I've not been good at answering at the moment] I hope your vacations go well and that you’ve got some fun plans for the winter [which I should add is the best season in my opinion]. I'm a big soup enjoyer so I hope you get some good soup in your system to keep you warm.

I have not written much since my ‘return’ [if can even call it that], but I hope you enjoy it. There is a very late Valentine’s Day post with schlatt, a part two of the Charlie fic and two Ted headcanons [head canons, me doing hcs? crazy. maybe I might get into it].

Im assuming that the 9.5 is out of a whole marking of 10? I’m thoroughly impressed just have to say, you are indeed a very smart girl, especially in college since many [including me] are just trying to get by with passing grades. It’s nice to see when someone works hard and gets the fruit of their labour- you did amazing, proud of you dude ☆ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )☆

As for me, I find myself still getting back into writing, like im walking up a steep hill to get back to where I used to be. I don’t know, I feel like I’m not writing the same as I used to but maybe that’s all in my head. Fun fact, I often read a lot before I write- sure I may only read horror, but it helps get the brain juices flowing. I’ve been pretty occupied with personal stuff and college and my brain not braining, which isn’t super fun to talk about so I’ll just skip that. Other than that, I’ve been playing quite a few games when I’m in the need to procrastinate. My goodness- I’ve had sessions where I play for 8-ish hours straight of Terraria or Stardew Valley. It’s not the healthiest, I know, my discord buddies have given me earfuls and many scolding as if I were a little child because of this (ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ) But in my defence, it’s so easy for me to play for hours because I have some Jaiden or Schlatt vod playing on another screen so the vibes of that gaming sessions are immaculate. I sit on the chair with my little blanket, water and a snack, one earphone playing the game sounds and the other is playing the vod, the lights are dim and everything is so cozy.

Oh, I’ve also been drinking these days. I never thought of touching alcohol in my entire life but here I am. I’ve been occasionally drinking some whiskey, which is considered a big boy drink for someone like me, a noob. But that is the only alcohol I can get my hands on. My mother does not know of my drinking and is promptly against it so I have been very careful with how much I drink. I do not condone drinking btw. I simply feel very silly when I do. Here is a little breakdown of how drinking affects me. When I’m two shots in, I start feeling it pretty quick. I drink between 5 to 10 shots and the way it affects me is by giving me a debuff of movement accuracy. Being a very articulate person, I have not been slurring when drunk. But I am walking a little silly lol, and swaying a little. Does this make me a lightweight? I have no frame of reference. But yeah, I think that was the most interesting and/or significant thing I’ve done.

It's always a pleasure hearing from you, our interactions are nothing less than sweet and its always welcomed. I hope you enjoy your vacation. Remember to take care of yourself and stay safe as well! Sending all the good vibes back to you ♡♡♡ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡♡♡

[This is an answer to an old ask, written 8th April ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) I did not send it back then bc my brain was, unfortunately, giving me a hard time]

I hope you're doing well. I read your post asks (which was so so long ago im so sorry) and I hope you've found a new apartment. Since you mentioned Argentina's summer being so suffocatingly hot, you should be drinking ample amounts of water throughout the day. Where I live, it gets ridiculously dry and hot during the summer, so I keep quite a few bottles of water near my desk. Being in college myself, third year for me, trying to stay on top of all my classes is difficult but so rewarding at the same time. Almost too many people have said this but it's true, time management is everything. And of course, giving yourself breaks is important as well to not burn yourself out. You have truly been so sweet to me, even when I have failed to write and post anything for months, so I thank you very much. It is hard to come by such kindness on the internet.

#❄mail❄#anon sofi

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nytb · 2 years ago

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You know I used to believe it’s easy to not be addicted to some things, welp that’s a lie. I honestly don’t remember when I started getting addicted to reading your works, I think it was around a year ago. I wasn’t even a WoSo Fan but honest to god when i stumbled upon one of your works, I easily got hooked. I remember reading every single one of them on one night, and honestly i wasn’t that knowledgeable about tumblr even when I had it on my phone for a long time so i didn’t know what masterlist was, so I really had to scroll a long time till I reached the bottom of your page and read from there😂 but anyways the thing is, I fkin love you and all your works, so please continue on with your amazing work. I kinda blame you for this addiction but honestly I’m not complaining, you introduced me to WoSo and football world im gonna be honest with you, I didn’t even know a single thing about football a year ago but you changed that, you don’t even know how much you changed my world. Thanks a lot. Love you lots!❤️🫶🏼🥰

Hope you continue to have an amazing night or morning or afternoon wherever you are around the world, thank you for being an amazing person <3

I had a tiny little rant about how cute and lovely this was cuz DAMN i want to hug u right now❤️

also pls tell me that u are a culé. like yes i love that u got into football after reading my stuff but also - if i did make you a culé it would be even sweater for me cuz WOW the power that writing has😳

hopefully i made it easier to browse my page cuz back then - i was a noob in many aspects😂 but again, this was so fucking cute of a message🫶

love u, have some forehead kisses😚😚 and u are welcome to my inbox/messages anytime

and have a great day/afternoon/night, fuck make that week, month.. a year actually🫶❤️

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bewitchingbooktours · 2 months ago

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Black In White by JC Andrijeski - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Halloween Fiction - The Chair

by JC Andrijeski

Devon fights…

She fights at first just to be there. Just to…

Keep her eyes open.

If she closes them…

Well, if she closes them for too long, she’ll die.

That should motivate you, Devon…

One of them doesn’t really open, though. Not anymore.

She can hear it.

A steady drip, drip, drip under the bolted down chair where she sits.

She’s… tied. Tied up…

Ankles handcuffed to the front legs. Wrists handcuffed behind her, the chain wrapped through the metal back support of a heavy chair with no padding. She hears the sound, like a light, tapping hammer against her skull.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Each drop hits more liquid.

More liquid every minute.

…a growing pool. It lays below her, mostly under her seat where it drips down from her sliced thigh and the larger gash in her abdomen. It’s already soaked through her black pants. She doesn’t look at the pool…

She doesn’t look at it.

Her elbows touch behind her, trembling.

Well, shaking maybe.

Shock. She must be in shock. The body kind of shock. Some part of her wants to fight or flight… at least until she collapses in front of the sliding glass doors of an emergency room.

They left her here.

Bastards just left. Didn’t even bother to finish her off.

Devon’s eyes drift up, to a metal shop light hanging on a long, half-chewed wire from the ceiling. The ceiling lays high above. Cross-beams with rivets, a broken catwalk. Corrugated tin roof with holes and sheet-metal walls. Cement floor. The expanse and size of it are clear to her suddenly, even in the dark… even with only one eye. It’s a modern-day cavern. An empty, rusted-out ruin.

Warehouse.

Jeez… cliché, much?

The smile doesn’t linger on her swollen lips.

Where, though? Where is she? Should she try yelling? Is it worth it, spending time and energy trying to get the gag off to yell?

She doesn’t have a lot of time. Has to choose wisely.

The warehouse is empty… vast.

She hears doves somewhere. Pigeons? They fuss and coo and rustle feathers against metal and more feathers. The sound comes from up high, echoing down to her. She imagines she sees them, huddled next to framed, dirty, dust-covered windows. Shafts of broken sunlight slant down, illuminating dancing dust motes. None of that light touches her.

It’s quiet. Really damned quiet.

No cars. No voices. No footsteps to echo.

Would anyone hear her, if she yelled?

Probably not, she decides.

Why would they have left her here, alive? She tries to think about this, to make sense of it, then realizes the answer is simple. She doesn’t matter. She is nothing to them. It amused him to leave her alive, so he did.

She’s probably not in the city at all, not anymore.

Her mind finds and scuttles other possibilities. She wastes more time, trying to remember the ride out here, in case she gets a chance to report in. How many of them took her. What they looked like. She didn’t see shit on the drive here, or as they dragged her inside. She tripped a few times. On metal edges, steps, maybe. She didn’t see anything that could help her now.

She’d been terrified.

They whipped the bag off her face…

Nothing but the hanging light, those tools, rough hands…

Screaming.

It went on for a long time.

Questions. She won’t remember those, either.

…she tried to listen. Before that. She tried to…

She hadn’t been trained for this. No one told her this might happen.

First job. Big deal first job, working for the president.

Just a noob. A rook.

A red shirt.

She tries to make a report. To herself. A report on what happened…

…three men forced a black bag over my head at approximately 7:15 am. I’d just reached the edge of the perimeter on our secondary check, at the southeast corner of the UN building on East 42nd and 1st. I was overpowered, drugged, then blindfolded with a bag before being marched down the emergency stairwell I’d been patrolling. They took outside the building through a lower access door, where I was almost immediately shoved in the back of an unmarked van…

Well. Her mind said “unmarked van.”

She remembers a sliding door, the grating sound before it slammed shut with a muffled bang and the snick of a lock. In the movies it’s always an unmarked van...but it could have been some suburban minivan, for all Devon knew.

Maybe with a “My Kid is an Honor Roll Student” bumper sticker…

Distraction. She doesn’t have time for distraction.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

She doesn’t know much about the human body, but she knows it needs blood.

Hers is running out. Too fast.

No one is coming.

They’d cut her…

Christ. How did this happened?

Wrong place, wrong time.

…but she can’t think about that anymore, either.

Her one, good eye scours the space again.

Heavy wooden table. Dirty, covered in tools.

Devon doesn’t want to look at those tools, given that most are covered in her blood. She makes herself stare at them anyway. Some are sharp, sure...most are sharp, rusted, like a horror movie or something from the Tower of London. A few blunter things. She can’t say for sure, but doesn’t think any of them would help her get out of the chair. Not with no hands. Not fast enough.

A spark ignites somewhere in her mind.

Keys.

He’d snorted, staring at her with those hard, slate-like eyes.

He’d been finished. Worked up a sweat. Probably a calorie deficit day for him. Like going to the gym.

Orange-tinged blond hair sweated to his forehead and neck. Face, neck and upper body speckled with small and large red dots, larger patches of the same fluid on the sleeves of his blue t-shirt and his hands. He made a show of wiping those thick, hairy hands on a dirty rag before he left.

She’d already been counting down the minutes.

Maybe he had been, too.

Or maybe the clock had already stopped, from his perspective.

He’d left the keys.

Well… sort of. He’d thrown them across the empty warehouse.

He did that casually, too, tossing them in a high arc, like tossing a bottle opener to a friend at a party.

They went far, though.

Devon heard them land. She hears it again now, a distant thunk in her head as she fights to remember. She hears them skitter across the cement a few feet...or maybe a few yards...like a distant replay.

That bastard grinned at her after he did it. Teeth yellow from smoking. Face broken with a darker scruff than that pale. Blond hair. Between that and his darker roots, he must have bleached his hair, come to think of it.

Distraction.

He threw the keys… that was right before he left.

She thinks she remembers the direction. She thinks…

Devon bites down on her lip. Hard.

The pain forces her eyes (eye?) open once more.

It brings her mind briefly, sharply, back into focus.

You’re not going to just sit here and die, Devon.

You’re not going to play some stupid wait-and-see denial game… like some fatalistic ass, waiting for angelic intervention…

That time, she doesn’t think.

She starts to rock the chair.

She starts to rock it for all she’s worth.

* * *

It’s difficult at first.

Side to side. Baby steps.

Then wider swings.

The legs teeter a few times, chunk down. Make her flinch.

It takes a few, good seconds to get her rhythm down...

Then it’s a little scary. The chair starts to sway for real. Those legs chunk down harder. Land less steadily.

Some part of her still winces back.

Some part of her doesn’t want more pain.

Death, Devon.

Death is worse than a little pain, damn it…

…she makes herself do it, anyway.

When that final rock tips her over the edge, she’s startled. Like some part of her still doesn’t see it coming.

Her body tries to catch it in reflex…

It can’t.

She lands, hard, exhales in a pain-filled grunt.

Moaning, she gasps. Winded. She lays on her side, panting, wasting oxygen, moaning, feeling like she just wants to die. She’s sure she’s broken her arm. It feels like she just hit it with a hammer.

She did, more or less. On purpose.

It feels like an eternity of time she’s wasted.

She can see it now, though. She’s half-laying in it.

That pool of blood. It’s big.

Scary big.

It motivates her.

She starts to writhe inside the bindings of the chair. She tried to pull the chair with her, across the cement floor.

On her side, she can move her body, like a snake. It hurts her abdomen. It hurts enough to distract her from her throbbing leg, from her arm. She can even move the arm under her, but hit hurts like hell.

All of it hurts like… well, it hurts a heck of a lot.

More than anything she cares to remember.

She does it anyway.

She’s going to get across the floor. No matter what.

If they find her dead, she won’t just be sitting in a chair.

She won’t just be sitting over a pool of her own blood.

* * *

At first, she thinks she’s not getting anywhere.

It’s slow. Really slow.

She looks back though, when she has to rest. She sees a smear of blood, coming mostly off of that cut he made in her leg. A lot probably off that hole in her abdomen, too.

She looks forward again, moving.

Writhing. Gasping.

Nothing ever hurt so much.

She’s tired.

She doesn’t want to think about being tired.

She doesn’t want to think about what it might mean.

She’s really damned tired, though.

She fights to see through the one eye. It’s fogged a bit now, not really working right. She blinks, fighting to clear it. It works, but not really.

She can’t get tired.

She can’t...

The first time she snaps out, she realizes she’s been lying there. She doesn’t know how long. Dozing...

Time for a nap, Devon? Really?

…but it scares the shit out of her.

She’s fading. She has to hurry.

She writhes faster across the cement floor, groaning a little from the wounds that have stiffened just enough to remind her she’s been lying there.

She makes it a few more feet.

A few more.

She’ll stop, just for a second.

Needs to rest.

Needs to…

* * *

“Hey! Hey, lady!”

Devon’s head lolls on her neck.

The ground hurts. Something sharp there. Glass?

A nail.

Light in her face.

Really bright.

It’s dark in here. Really dark.

She’s still tied to the chair.

“Whatcha doin’ down there, lady?”

The voice slurs, then laughs. The laugh echoes, a hollow pinging against the metal insides of the cavernous space.

Devon blinks up, unable to shield her eyes from that light. Her wrists are still cuffed to the back of the chair.

She’s still tied to the chair.

Panic fills her.

A memory of that drip, drip, drip…

She fights to speak. “Help,” she whispers.

“Lady, you’re bleeding a lot. Damn. A lot… that’s really fucked up…”

“Help me…” she whispers. “Please… help me…”

She fights to move. Maybe to plead with him.

Maybe just to show him she can’t.

“Hey,” he says. “What you doing in here, lady? What happened to you?”

She has the absurd desire to laugh.

Then to scream at him.

He laughs again, maybe at the look on her face.

Devon feels sick, dizzy. Is this real? Is someone really here? Is she dead? Dreaming on a gurney in some emergency room?

But no. The chair. The chair is still there.

She wouldn’t dream the chair.

He doesn’t seem right, either. High, maybe? Maybe he has a phone.

Then she sees it.

He’s using the phone to look at her. Using the light on the phone…

Hope turns into anxiety, clutching at her chest.

“Please,” she whispers. She fights to make more noise, to speak. She clears her throat, swears she tastes more blood, then fights away the image. “Please,” she says, a little louder. “Please… call someone… please…”

“Call someone?” That off-key laugh. “Who you want me to call? Who done this to you, lady?”

She fights to see him through the bright light. She stares at the phone…

It is maddeningly out of reach.

“Please,” she whispers. “Please… call someone. Please…”

Another voice startles her.

It is louder, deeper.

“What the hell?” it says. “Who are you talking to…?” A longer pause. Then new voice gets close enough to see past the light. “Jesus Christ… Rudy! What the fuck are you doing? Don’t touch her!”

He sounds disgusted. Afraid.

“What are you doing, man?” he says, angrier now. “Get away from her. Seriously, man. That is gross…”

The first one crouches down, so that he’s closer to her.

Devon smells alcohol on his breath, smoke.

The face she sees is young, shockingly so. Younger than either of the voices she thought she heard. She sees rounded cheeks, large eyes with dilated pupils. She can’t make out many features.

He’s like a happy ghost. An apparition.

“Leave her alone, Rudy,” another voice says. “You don’t want to piss off whoever did this to her…”

“Fuck, man!” the first one says. “Chill, okay? She’s bleeding!”

“I know she’s bleeding,” the deeper, angrier-sounding voice says. “Just leave her alone, okay? Leave her there… and don’t touch nothing.”

“We can’t just leave her,” the first voice says. “Can we?”

Devon hears doubt in his voice.

That doubt scares her.

Terrifies her.

“Please,” she says. She fights to make her voice louder. “Please… I have money. I can pay you…”

“Money?” A note of interest grows in the first voice. “How much?”

“A lot…”

“Here? You got it here, lady?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “No. In my bank. But I promise, I––”

“See?” the angry voice says. “She doesn’t have shit. She’ll say anything right now...you can’t believe her, man!”

“No,” Devon pleads. “No… I promise. It’s true…”

“Come on,” the angry voice says. “I ain’t calling no cops. No way.”

“You can call after you leave,” Devon says. “Secret. Won’t tell. Don’t tell them your name…”

“No!” the second one snaps.

He seems to be looking at her, but she can’t see him past that ring of bright light. She can only feel the weight of his stare.

“I’m on parole, lady,” he says. “No offense, but you’re already dead. No one can help you now but God.”

“Keys!” Devon blurts. “Do you see keys? On the ground? Anywhere?”

“Keys?” the first voice pipes, interested again.

Devon realized only then that he’d fallen silent.

“Yes.” Devon nods. She turns back towards him, away from his angry friend, fighting to speak. “Yes. Please look. Please. I’ll say I found them. I promise I will. I won’t tell anyone about either of you…”

“On the floor?”

“No!” the angry voice says. “Come on, Rudy. Let’s go. She’s giving me the creeps.”

“I can look for a minute, man. Chill.”

“She’s already dead.”

“One minute. Chill, man.”

Devon sees the first one, the one with the phone, wandering around the empty space. She cranes her head and her right eye towards the flickers of light and reflection on random metal surfaces as he shines his phone screen around, aiming it at different spots on the cement floor.

A few seconds later, he lets out a jubilant laugh.

It echoes up to the metal rafters, bouncing against the walls of Devon’s head.

“Hey! I see ‘em! I see your keys, lady!”

“Here,” she manages. “Please… bring them here, Rudy… please…”

Angry guy mutters.

Clothes rustle somewhere over where she lays, like he’s folding his arms, or maybe shoving his hands into his pockets. The material is light, noisy, like a windbreaker or maybe a nylon jacket.

“Bitch knows your name, man,” he says.

“Whose fault is that?” Rudy says cheerfully.

Devon hears a jangling sound as he scoops up the keys. Like music.

She listens as he brings them over to her.

She hears footsteps…

Then his face is near hers again, grinning like he just won a prize.

“You want ‘em by your hand, lady?”

“Uncuff me. Please.”

“No, Rudy!” the second voice snaps. “Leave the bitch her keys, and you did your good deed. Let’s get the hell out of here. Now. Before someone sees us and figures what you did.”

The first one leans down, placing the keys clumsily in her fingers behind her back. Devon reaches for the slick ring. Grasps hold of cold metal with all of her might. She gasps, fighting tears, even as the kid whispers in her ear.

“Sorry, lady,” he tells her. The smell of his breath still makes her wince. Pot smoke and cheap booze. “Sorry. I hope you get out of here okay…”

“Call,” she begs him, whispering back. “Please, when you get out of here… just… call someone. Even with the keys, I won’t have time, Rudy. I won’t get out of here in time… please call someone for help…”

He grins at her again.

Devon only sees emptiness in those hazel eyes.

She never gets a good look at his face. All she sees are those hazel irises blackened by too much pupil. Teeth that glow nearly florescent behind the blue-white panel of his smartphone.

“Please, Rudy,” she pleads, her voice a shadow now. “Please. Help me. Don’t leave me here to die… please… I don’t know where I am…”

But it’s dark inside her cave again.

They’ve already gone.

* * *

She loops the key ring through two of her fingers.

Grips it there. Wills it to stay.

Using her free fingers, she feels over the surface of the cuff, looking for the hole. A notched opening, a tiny square merged with a tiny rectangle. She finds it on one cuff. Holds a finger there.

How much time does she have?

An hour? Maybe two?

When did they pick her up?

When did he ask the last question?

How long had it been since he stuck that knife in her thigh? He left it there, for awhile. It might have bled less then, with the knife in it. He left it sticking out of her, until he was ready to leave…

She gasped, gripping the key with all of her strength as she fought it closer to that tiny, odd-shaped hole.

There are other keys on the loop of metal, though.

Three keys. One for each set of cuffs.

Is she holding the right one?

33.333% chance that she’s holding the right one.

She prays. Like a child, she prays it’s the right key. As if that will solve all of her problems. As if that’s going to end it.

She won’t drop the keys.

That much she knows.

She won’t drop them.

Adrenaline, feeding her blood. Maybe killing her faster. Maybe giving her just enough for a last try at life.

She positions that first key over the hole. It goes in. She could cry with relief. She grips it, though. She grips it tight. She twists. She twists it… carefully. It won’t unlock. It won’t move.

Her hands are slick. Wet. Hot. She’s doing it wrong.

Wrong? Or is it the wrong key?

She fights with it. Wills it to open.

Wrong key.

Her mind screams it. It screams it in the dark, pointing at a ticking clock, at the drips of blood she can no longer hear coming out of her thigh and out of that wound in her belly.

Focus.

She bites her lip again, tasting more blood.

Next key.

66.66666% chance that this one is right.

Process of elimination. Odds keep getting better.

Better for one.

Worse for the other.

She’s out of time.

Time…

* * *

It is the third key.

100% chance of being correct.

Even so, when the lock twists, she almost cries out in delirious relief.

She’d half-convinced herself it would be wrong. She’d half convinced herself it would be the match that fell in the snow…

To Build a Fire.

…but it turned, and she felt the metal fall away, and let out that cry, waking the doves in their high rafters.

She felt the cuff fall open and then she could move her arms.

Not broken, after all. Just hurt a lot.

Still gripping the keys, she moved like a geriatric. She didn’t pull her arms. Even with her hurt abdomen, she pulled her body forward, dragging her arms after her.

She still held those damned keys.

She might never put them down. Ever.

No time to waste.

She dragged her arms forward, crying, in spite of herself.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

She leaned forward. Fumbling in the dark. Dark like no light ever existed.

But that’s not quite true, either.

She can see an orange light… through those dirty windows above the sheet metal walls. She can smell the dirt on the cement floor, and piss, and she can see that light.

She’s not dead yet.

Left leg first. Maybe because it feels urgent. It’s the leg that got stabbed. She has to get it free. Now. Right now.

She fumbles for the hole. Finds it.

She kept the key in the lock of the cuffs that had locked her wrists to the back of the chair. It dangled from her wrist on the hand that didn’t look for the keyhole that still held her to the metal chair.

66.6666% chance of being correct on the first try.

That time, it worked on the first try.

She freed that leg and groaned, holding onto the last key, key number three, the one that would finally free her from the chair. She gripped it tightly in her fingers. She held it as she gripped her free ankle, tears running down her face.

Thinking. How to move her body. She fell apart from the chair strangely that time, still tied to it, but at a weird angle now.

She tries to think her way through where she is.

She tries to rewind her way back through the dark.

Wrists free. Fall forward.

Left leg free, fall to the side.

She wraps around herself, dragging the chair. It makes a hollow, scraping sound as it grates across the cement floor. The sound echoes. She pants, and that echoes, too. She feels a nail there, something she shouldn’t step on.

She’s still gripping the key.

The last key. The final key. She holds it like the holy grail, gripping it with fear in her wet, hot, throbbing hand.

The answer to her final problem.

She may never let it go.

100% chance of being right.

Black In White

Quentin Black Mystery

Book One

JC Andrijeski

Genre: Urban Fantasy Mystery Romance

Publisher: White Sun Press

Date of Publication: September 9, 2015

ISBN: ISBN-13: 978-1545436714

ISBN-10: 1545436711

ASIN: B01554ZHH6

Number of pages: 268

Word Count: 76,755

Cover Artist: Damonza

Tagline: Meet Quentin Black: Private Investigator. Psychic. Possible murderer.

Book Description:

Gifted with an uncanny sense about people, psychologist Miri Fox works as a profiler for the San Francisco police. When her best friend, homicide detective Nick Tanaka, thinks he's finally nailed the serial murderer known as the "Wedding Killer," she agrees to check him out, using her gift to discover the truth.

But the suspect, Quentin Black, isn't anything like Miri expects.

He claims to be hunting the killer too, and the longer Miri talks to him, the more determined she becomes to uncover his secrets.

When he confronts her about the nature of her peculiar "insight," Miri gets pulled into Black's bizarre world, and embroiled in a game of cat and mouse with a deadly killer--who might just be Black himself.

Worse, she finds herself irresistibly drawn to Black, a complication she doesn't need with a best friend who's a homicide cop and a boyfriend in intelligence.

Can Miriam see a way out or is her future covered in Black?

THE QUENTIN BLACK MYSTERY SERIES encompasses a number of dark, gritty paranormal mystery arcs with science fiction elements, starring brilliant and mysterious Quentin Black and forensic psychologist Miriam Fox. For fans of realistic paranormal mysteries with romantic elements, the series spans continents and dimensions as Black solves crimes, takes on other races and tries to keep his and Miri's true identities secret to keep them both alive.

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Excerpt:

I tilted my head, still smiling, but letting my puzzlement show.

“Why are you talking to me at all?” I asked finally.

“Why shouldn’t I talk to you?” he said. “I’ve already told you that you’re the first person to walk in here that I thought might be worth my attempting to communicate.”

“Because I’m female?” I said.

“Because you seem to be less of a fool than the rest of them,” he corrected me at once.

“But you said Nick had a mind?”

“I said he had a mind of sorts. Not the same thing at all. Although, given the nature of his intellect, he has undoubtedly chosen the right profession for himself.”

I smiled again. “I’m sure that will be quite a relief for him.”

I heard laughter in the earpiece that time, right before Nick spoke up.

“See if he’ll tell you his name,” he said to me.

“Certainly, if you really want to know,” the suspect said, before I could voice the question aloud.

“My name is Black. Quentin Black. Middle initial, R.”

I stared at him, still recovering from the fact that he’d seemingly heard Nick give me an instruction through the earpiece.

Clearly, he wanted me to know he’d heard it, too.

“You heard that?” I said to him.

“Good ear, yes?” he said. Smiling, he gave me a more cryptic, yet borderline predatory look.

“Less good with you, however. Significantly less good.”

He paused, studying my face with eyes full of meaning.

I almost got the sense he was waiting for me to reply—or maybe just to react.

When I didn’t, he leaned back in the chair, making another of those graceful, flowing gestures with his hand.

“I find that… fascinating, doc. Quite intriguing. Perhaps that is crossing a boundary with you again, however? To mention that?”

I paused on his words, then decided to dismiss them.

“Is that a real name?” I said. “Quentin Black. That doesn’t sound real. It sounds fake.”

“Real is all subjective, is it not?”

“So it’s not real, then?”

“Depends on what you mean.”

“Is it your legal name?”

“Again, depends on what you mean.”

“I mean, could you look it up in a database and actually get a hit somewhere?”

“How would I know that?” he said, making an innocent gesture with his hands, again within the limits of the metal cuffs.

Realizing I wasn’t going to get any more from him on that line of questioning, I changed direction. “What does the ‘R’ stand for?” I said.

“Rayne.”

“Quentin Rayne Black?” I repeated back to him, still not hiding my disbelief.

“Would you believe me if I said my parents had a sense of whimsy?” he asked me.

“No,” I said.

“Would you believe that I do, then?”

I snorted a laugh, in spite of myself. I heard it echoed through the earpiece, although I heard a few curses coming from that direction, too.

I shook my head at the suspect himself, but less in a “no” that time.

“Yes,” I conceded finally. “So it is a made-up name, then?”

The man calling himself Quentin Black only returned my smile. His eyes once again looked shrewd, less thoughtful and more openly calculating.

Even so, his weird comment about “listening” came back to me.

Truthfully, he was looking at me as if he were listening very hard.

The thought made me slightly nervous.

About the Author:

JC Andrijeski is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of gritty, character-driven, “real”-feeling paranormal mysteries and apocalyptic fiction. Her books have strong romance subplots, found families, and often a metaphysical bent. JC has a background in journalism, history and politics, and loves hiking, people watching, yoga, meditation, weird tourist destinations, the beach, coffee, birds, snails, and tacos. She grew up in the Bay Area of California, but travels extensively and has lived abroad in Europe, Australia, and Asia, and from coast to coast in the continental United States. She’s now living and writing full-time in Hollister, California.

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elaichoi · 1 year ago

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SAME I FELT THAT SO BAD JFSDJKDS i used itunes giftcards i was gifted and i also did like that thing where u download apps and do surveys and get points which u redeem for giftcards n stuff 😭😭 yessir its the frugal asian bloodline 🫡

oh babes im a certified mentally ill girly my mental health is my only personality trait HOW DID U KNOW IS IT THAT OBVIOUS 💀💀 dw i don't mind at all, hence the oversharing LMFAOOO

stop it u r so creative trying to build a story w your edit ?? i usually just go w the song n lyrics and then i would use colorings to force my clips to have a similar "theme"

did u have very specific themes you stuck to when it came to editing, was it just like everything in an editing project has to be connected, or like posts themed (cue the ig theme dividers) ?

i did NAWT expect us to have like almost the same experiences wtaf this is wild 2 me aaaaag😭

WAIT WAIT THOSE SURVEYS WORKED?! lmao did you like need to add your debit card info or something bc that's usually when i nope out of somehwere lmao

YOUR MENTAL HEALTH IS SO SEXY TELL ME MORE ABOUT IT 🧐📝

omg forcing the colouring is so true I remember downloading LOADS and loads of free vsco recipes and then when this one app dropped that let you add psd coloring to the videos I was LIKE BLESS i kinda wanna still video edit when i think about it lmao but I was such a noob on it lmao. but like thise transition edits? for the life of me i cannot.

i don't think i stuck to one theme for a long while, mine was like usually like only 9 slots yk those ig themes and then i always changed it up, but in terms of writing i think during my ig caption days i really fell into a very angsty type of story telling and i have not come out, like it was a mix of crack ans angst ( as you can tell lmao)

I'M SAYING WE LITERALLY HAVE SO KUCH COMMON ARE YOU SEEINH THIS?! this is giving passes by each other time and time again until time is right, , soulmates are fr tbh

#love mails from my beloved anon!

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yuzuyuri · 6 years ago

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So my good friend @benevolint tagged me to say my 10 favourite characters in different fandoms but most of them are from anime... well here goes..

In chronological order (starting 2003, yeah I feel old):

1. Ohara Hisui - Jewel Night Crusaders (pls dont search this, it's r18)

2. Imai Hotaru - Alice Academy

3. Henrietta - Gunslinger Girl

4. Maggie Mui - Read or Die (A very underrated anime years ago)

5. Subaru Nakajima - Nanoha Strikers

6. Nikka Edvardine Katajainen - Brave Witches

7. Sayaka Miki - Madoka Magica

8. Bonnibel Bubblegum - Adventure Time

9. Yazawa Nico - Love Live! School Idol Project

10. Kurosawa Ruby - Love Live! Sunshine!!

Bonus:

11. Eleven - Stranger Things

No, I didn't intend for this to happen, it was a coindence she ended up my 11th favorite. I actually have my list of favorite characters throughout the years so it just happens. Stranger Things is my current fandom so I added it.

I don't know who to tag? I dont have tumblr friends :'(

#this feels so nostalgic #im remembering my noob days

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tenkoshira · 4 years ago

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im awake ...... roblox .......

#sol.txt #what kind of games r on roblox these days ........#im gonna make a new account bc i dont remember info to any of my old ones n ill get called a noob <//3

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shrekisshrimpthesimp · 3 years ago

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A Thousand Years

(Erwin's POV)

ErwinXFReader

Word Count: 2,371

Warning: None i guess haha, btw i ship levi with petra please dont come at me, also im a noob

(PS this is the second fic I wrote. This is connected to the first fic haha I was listening to Flightless Bird, the string quartet version then got inspired to write this, im a mess)

ANOTHER PS I LITERALLY HAVE A PAPER DUE FOR MY SOCIAL SCIENCE AND GEOPOLITICS CLASS BUT HERE I AM USING MY TIME SO PRODUCTIVELY 🥲

Send help

Please

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I will come to you.

In another life...

In a gentler world...

I will come to you.

I will find you and love you with all my heart again.

I promise you...

Those words echoed in his head. Like a lullaby haunting him.

Whose words were these?

Who are you?

He was tossing and turning in his bed, wanting to wake from this heartbreaking dream. This wasn't a nightmare, no it wasn't. This was a memory. But of who?

Then he opened his eyes. Cerulean colored eyes that have long shed tears of this dream.

It's that dream again.

He rubbed his hands on his face to wipe the tears falling down his cerulean eyes and he sighed. For as long as he can remember, he has always been visited by this dream. A voice of a woman. Her oath. But to whose voice did they belong ?

I must be losing my mind, he thought. Maybe this was the effect of reading too much. He sighed again and chuckled.

His phone vibrated, alerting him of a message. He took his phone from the bedside cabinet he put it on and read the message.

Hange will be swinging by the café today at 9 AM.

It was a message from his childhood friend, Levi. As direct as ever, he thought. Was he inviting or was he just informing? He chuckled again from his friend's message. Then his phone rang, it was from Hange. He and Hange met in college. And from there, things just picked up their pace and a friendship like no other bloomed.

'Yo, Erwin. How are you? I'll be dropping by Levi's café later. Wanna come see me? I have lots of stories to tell and lots of books for you to read.', she laughed hysterically.

'I see, you're as energetic as ever Hange.', he replied.

'Of course I am. I'll be seeing my buddies so I'm excited.', she responded enthusiastically.

'You don't have any classes this morning right?', she confirmed.

'Hmm my classes are all scheduled in the afternoon till evening so alright, I'll be there.'

'Cool! See you Commander!', those were Hange's last words before she ended the call.

Commander huh, he hasn't heard those words for too long. For some reason, Hange has always been calling him that since college. According to Hange he just gives off this commander vibes, that's why he calls him that. She's crazy and he knows that so he just kind of let her call him that.

He got out of bed and went to take a shower. Maybe this will take my mind off that dream, he thought. Thinking that maybe he just needs more social interaction. He's just been reading too much lately, maybe that's why his brain is getting more creative by the day and creating these weird sorts of dreams. As he twisted the shower knob, he sighed and hoped that the water would wash away the aching pain in his heart from the dream he had.

---

As he entered Café Kuschel, the café his friend Levi owned, he could already hear Hange's hysterical laughs inside. He then spotted Hange sitting by the table near the counter where Levi was and as soon as Hange spotted him, she enthusiastically called out his name.

'Hello Commander or should I say Professor Erwin?' Hange teased.

'Call me whatever you like Hange.'

'So, how've you been Erwin? Levi told me that you were having these nightmares.' Hange asked.

'Didn't take you for a snitch Levi.' He looked at Levi with a smirk.

Levi then responded with his iconic, 'Tsk!'.

He and Hange could just laugh then he added, 'Well, I wouldn't really call it a nightmare Hange. It's more of, I don't know. A memory?'.

Hange looked at him with pitiful eyes. 'What?', he asked.

'It's hard being a literature professor huh.', Hange said, full of concern.

'What? No, it's, I do-

'You read too much Erwin.' she said jokingly.

'Of course I have to, it's kind of my job and you know how much I love reading.' He retorted.

'I know, but seriously it's taking a toll on you professor hahaha. You know I brought some books from the publishing company today. But seeing you, like this. I don't think you need books, Erwin.' she looked at him with a stern face.

'Ok, so what do you think I need?', he curiously asked.

'A girlfriend.' Hange confidently suggested. Wait, when was the last time this guy went on a date, Levi?', Hange asked their mutual friend.

'Oi, what do you think of me? I don't pry on his personal life too much, tsk.', Levi answered Hange's question.

'Eh, is that so? You're a lucky guy you know. Even if you look pissed all the time you still got yourself a cute girlfriend. So, how's Petra?' Hange asked with a teasing smirk while raising her eyebrows.

'Erwin's last date was 5 months ago with a redhead woman he met in this café also 5 months ago. But she never called him again because according to her, it seems like he's always spacing out, and nor did he ever call her again because according to him 'she's not the one I was looking for'. And that's it, that's all I know'. Levi confessed.

Erwin could only shake his head in disappointment. Meanwhile Hange on the other side, was very amused to Levi's detailed confession. 'Wow, that was amazing Levi. You'd snitch on your friend so you can keep your love life private huh.'

'Yep and I did not expect that.', Erwin said while sipping his coffee.

'Ok, back to you Erwin. What the hell was 'she's not who I was looking for'? What exactly are you looking for, Mr. Professor?' Hange asked.

'I, I don't know. I just feel like I'm waiting for someone.' He replied.

'Who? That woman from your dreams?' Hange teasingly asked.

Then Erwin went silent.

Who was she? Am I waiting for her? Is she even real? These thoughts came to Erwin's mind.

'Woah there, what got you silent all of a sudden? Don't tell me you-

Hange's response was interrupted by a call from her phone.

'Yes, hello Y/N. What's the matter? What can I help you with?' Hange answered her phone.

Meanwhile Erwin stood up from his chair and signaled Levi that he was now going. When Hange saw this, she put her phone down for a while.

'Wait, for a while Y/N, I just need to give something to a troubled soul.

Erwin, wait, before you leave, here take this book. I know I told you no books for today but please support us hahaha. It's the new book from the writer I kept telling you about, you know, the one I was handling. I also gave you her first book, have you read it already?'

'No, I haven't', Erwin honestly denied.

'Ugh, you're missing out you know. She's good. Anyway I'm still giving you her new book in case you change your mind.' Hange said as she handed him the book.

'Alright, thank you Hange.' He said.

Hange winked at him and before he could exit the café, Hange shouted, 'Go, get yourself a girlfriend, Commander!'. Then burst out laughing hysterically.

Levi can only sigh in annoyance as he was wiping the cups clean.

---

What an exhausting day, he thought. His classes started at 1 and his last class ended at 8 and he just got home.

9:30, was the time shown on his digital clock when he looked at it. On this cold night, in his dark room, he felt lonely. Should I really get a girlfriend, he wondered. Well, coming home to someone doesn't sound so bad at all. But for some reason, he just can't, he's just not able to commit to any woman. He tried dating a few years back, but it just won't work out. Was the universe conspiring against him? He can only ask. And as he pondered upon these things, he sighed heavily. He sat down on the couch in his living room and as he put his things down, a book suddenly fell from his bag. It was the book Hange gave him earlier this morning. And when he was about to pick up the book, which was lying with its back exposed, he found himself in disbelief.

'I will come to you. In another life, in a gentler world, I will come to you, I will find you and love you with all my heart again. I..I promise you.'

He couldn't believe it, the words he kept on hearing in his dreams. It was here, it was there, written on the book. He then scanned the book looking for its author but to his dismay the author was using a pen name and there was no picture. There was also no useful information about the author of the book. He got so intrigued that he unconsciously dialed Hange on the phone.

'Oh, Erwin. This is a shock. What, missed me already? Or have you come to inform me that you got yourself a girlfriend?', Hange said, still teasing him even in a phone call.

'No, Hange. I- I need to, the author of the book that you gave to me this morning. I have to, no, I, I need to talk to her', Erwin answered.

'Eh, see I told you she's good isn't she? Anyway if you want to meet her, her book will be published tomorrow. I'll text you the details of when and what time.' Hange replied.

'Ok, thank you so much Hange.', Erwin responded and ended the call.

He cannot believe what is happening. What game is the universe trying to play at him? Who is this woman? Is the author the woman in his dreams? No, I cannot go jumping to conclusions, he thought. I'll know when I see her tomorrow. And he was hopeful that by tomorrow he'll finally get the answers to his questions.

Tomorrow finally came. Erwin got up early that morning and jogged for a few kilometers to calm his nerves down. He was nervous as hell. He was confused. He doesn't understand what's happening. He knows he's a smart man but his dream, the book, the author, it's just something that cannot be logically explained.

I'll finally have the answers by today, he told himself while buttoning his white polo sleeves. After getting ready, Erwin immediately drove to the place that Hange texted him.

When he arrived there, it was crowded. He didn't expect this. Maybe she's really a good writer after all, he thought. He then proceeded to sit on one of the chairs near the stage.

He was getting anxious by the second. Will he really get the answers he needs? And all the what ifs started pouring inside his mind. Then the crowd applauded, recognizing that the author has finally arrived on stage. And when he looked at the stage he finally saw her. He was staring at her. He couldn't help it. He just couldn't take her eyes off her. For some reason it felt like finally solving the puzzle. He just took one look at her and it already felt like she was the missing piece. Then he noticed it, she was looking back at him. She was staring at him too. They were looking in each other's eyes like two souls who've always longed and yearned for each other. And slowly, flashes of images, of memories came crashing in his mind. Memories of a different world, of a different life where they weren't lucky enough to love and hold each other for a long time. Memories of a cruel world that separated them.

What the hell is this?

The crowd went silent for a second. Then Hange cleared her throat and whispered the author's name loudly, 'Y/N!'.

Y/N, he remembered now. Y/N, the woman he loved the most. Y/N, who made the cruel world beautiful. Y/N, the one he's been waiting for all this time. Y/N, who through her book, has found him. Y/N, who fulfilled her promise.

Then their eye contact broke when Y/N looked down at the podium so she could start her speech. And when she looked up again, he was gone. He stood up and left his chair because he needed to get himself together. He was so happy he could burst. The feeling was overwhelming and he could not contain himself. He needed to go somewhere to calm himself. In a secluded alley in the bookshop, he pulled himself together. He was sobbing uncontrollably. It all made sense now. They were each other's soulmates. Their love is a love that transcends lifetimes. Then he heard it,

'I will come to you. In another life, in a gentler world, I will come to you, I will find you and love you with all my heart again. I..I promise you.'

When she said those lines, it was exactly the voice of the woman in her dreams. The voice that kept on reminding him of her promise. The voice that expressed her undying love for him. The voice that he missed so much.

---

When the event was over, he gathered his courage to finally come to her. His heart was pounding like crazy. He just can't wait to hold her again. He just can't wait to kiss her again. He just can't wait to love her once more.

And there she was, as beautiful as ever. He walked towards her, and it just felt so surreal. As he was getting near her, it felt like coming home. The thought of her, so close this time filled his heart with warmth. And when she felt his presence behind her, she slowly turned around. Their eyes met once more.

God you're so beautiful, he thought.

He was getting so nervous and he was unsure what to say. But the gentle look of her eyes calmed him down. Her loving stare that he missed so much. He just can't wait to be with her again.

I love you Y/N, he thought.

And with a smile on his face, he told her,

'You found me Y/N.'

Here's Professor Erwin y'all. Feast your eyes MWHAHAHA

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bowandcurtsey · 3 years ago

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hello aine!! i'm the one who requested this, and i just want to tell you that i love it so much and im really glad that i found your blog bcs i was able to read your amazing works <33

so umm nozel's been clouding my mind for a couple of months now and i can't get enough of that grumpy royal, if you don't mind i would like to request again nozel husband with his wife attending their child's recitals and pta meetings

Hello bby! thank you for loving my writing! I'm sorry I got to this so late, but here I am nonetheless! hehe! (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Also, where I'm from, we don't have child recitals so I had to go to Mr Google for an answer HAHA so I found out it's pre school concerts. I didn't have them and I don't remember about them.. oh god, I'm getting old aren't I? I vaguely remember my brother acting as a sheep in his preschool concert, we had to find white gloves for him hahahah.

Also I had to google what PTA was LMAO I'm sorry for sounding like a total noob here guys haha!! We call it Meet the Parents sessions or Parent Teacher Meetings HAHA

d/n = daughter's name

Nozel Silva x F! reader

"Honey, don't forget the Parent-Teacher session is tomorrow. Will you be attending?"

"Of course I will," you husband came over to the vanity table where you were brushing your hair, "will you brush mine too?"

You stood up and made him sit as you slowly brushed out his hair. He responded with a happy hum.

-- the next day--

He came to pick you up, he wore a mandarin collar shirt, exposing his beautiful neck. He held your hand as he summoned his mercury eagle towards d/n's school.

Everyone was whispering to each other when they saw Nozel's majestic eagle. Ladies were giving you the eye of jealousy and admiration, some of them were giving your husband the lustful look. But your man paid not a single attention to them.

As he opened the doors to the preschool, he held your waist for you to enter first. Your little silvered hair daughter ran towards both of you at full speed; she seldom had the both of you pick her up together and she was so exhilarated she was grinning from ear to ear.

You carried her in your arms as Nozel pinched her cheeks, "were you a good girl in school today d/n?"

"Yes Dada!" her purple eyes twinkled in delight. She is an absolute daddy's girl.

"We'll see what Mrs Brown has to say about that," you gave your daughter a little nod.

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"Mr and Mrs Silva, have a seat," Mrs Brown beckoned towards the chair in front of her.

Your husband made polite nods as Mrs Brown praises your little girl on her well mannered behaviour in school. You could see the pride in his eyes as his lips hold on to a slight curve, not wanting to show too much of his excitement and glee.

"However," the dreaded word still came and reminded Nozel that his daughter was not the perfect child in the world, "we hope that d/n could open up more, she's a little... shy. She doesn't really express her feelings much and I do hope that she does, so people would know what she likes and dont.."

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Nozel walked out the teacher's room with mixed feelings and although his face remained the usual coolness, you knew your husband well enough and could see it through his eyes.

"d/n, sweetie," you called out to her, "let's go home~"

Nozel glanced at his daughter silently as she marvelled at everything under the mercury eagle. The lights, the lake, the stars all seemed so tiny and could fit in her little hands. She was at the top of the world, and her father could really almost give her the world in her hands.

The purple orbs looked at his mini, reflecting fondness yet a little anguish.

You shook your head looking at your husband, D/n is only 3 but she already has the head of the Silva family wrapped around her little fingers. You reached out to hold his hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"She's doing just fine, honey." you assured him, "In fact, I think she's doing great."

"But," he let out a soft sigh, "I want her to be a little more expressive , I don't want her to be like me..."

"And yet...?" you asked the million dollar questioned you couldn't really wrap your head around.

"And yet I can't bear her growing up so fast. She's going to have friends and then she wouldn't want us anymore."

Your lips curled up so much that you had to press your lips together tightly.

"What?" he started to get a little grumpy that his wife was laughing at his insecurity.

"Oh honey," you let out a little laugh at the end, "we can't be there for her forever. One day, she's going to find her other half too y'know"

You could already see the cringe in your husband's face. The mere thought of it was bad enough for him as he frowned in disapproval.

"Just like I met you, Mr Silva." you looked at him, tenderness in your eyes.

He blinked at you, not knowing what to respond to the sudden proclamation. He breathed a sigh of defeat. It was still his wife that knows him best.

"We'll be there for her for as long as we live," you stroked your little girl's hair, "but she has to have people other than us around her that loves and cares for her too. From there, she's gonna learn and grow too."

"You're right," you husband spoke softly. He gently released your hand and put it around your waist, "Honey.."

"Hmm?"

"Let's have another child?" he looked at you with soft and hopeful eyes, "It could be good for d/n.."

You rolled your eyes as your tried to fight back the growing heat spreading across your face, "you are already at the beck and call of your precious daughter, if we have another one, won't you be really busy then? How about your wife?"

He gave you a peck on your cheeks, "we can have more so they could keep each other company and then I can give all my attention to you, Mrs Silva. But is that what you really want?"

-end-

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lalunanymph · 2 years ago

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Baby Dawn!! 💋 My sexy brainy girl!! 💕 it's me again! It's been a while! Haven't been reading on Tumblr since forever. You must've not rmbr me 😅. I dropped you an interview rp before w/o a Tumblr acct as anon but I don't think I can do that anymore I ses. So just for u, my sexy goddess, I finally made a page here. Oops. 😬 The way I just F it, I hate this hellsite but I'm coming to support my sexy Goddess idc. I'm here to read the rest of ur golden fics bc I'm sure I've been missing on a lot! So, forgive my noobness on this site. Anyways, since I do interview rp, here goes if you're up for it. Hope u have a great day sexy lady! [Clears throat]

1. So our sexy brain goddess, since it's Halloween season, any parties coming up soon? Special events?

2. Who's the lucky date btw. I assume Mr. Bonten number 3? I think my guys spotted you both entering a costume store over a week ago? Or did we get that wrong?

3. On the sexy brain side, any specials sneak peak of your wips that you're working on this time of the year? I see u have the Kinktober over, very sexy that one I see (in my not rp voice whispering to you I haven't read one yet I'm sorry I just picked up fics again).

Hope you enjoy your day Baby Dawn 😘💋

xoxo, Elle, The Journalist with Red Nail Polish 💅

hi elle!! that's so sweet to hear you made an account to support me, i'm so flattered thank you 😭 i do remember your rp questions and how much fun i had answering them!

ooo okay i see a few more questions so i'll do my best to give good answers <3

i was supposed to attend a party, but i got sick so i ended up staying at home for a few days </3

ofc it's him hehe kaku came over to cheer me up bc i couldn't celebrate and he was so sweet in taking care of me 🥺

i can't say much, but im working on another series on the side, just a little dabbling here and there to write it when i have free time ;)

#kisses for you bby <3 #dawn.replies

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octaviustheoctopus · 2 years ago

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This blog

Yes

I forgot other people also like this show I bring up at random moments

It’s got episodes on literally every subject so I find myself making connections to it very often lmao

Idk if the writers ran out of ideas or anything (yes) but who makes episodes about zombies and vampires in the early 20th century (and try to justify it within the time period) unless you've exhausted every other avenue-

(The zombies: a guy had been testing lobotomies on prisoners and marketing it as a solution to society (basically eugenics aka not good (like human rights violations not good)))

(The vampire: a guy was,, basically grooming schoolgirls? And making them give blood to his son who had [a blood illness] (it’s been a while I don’t remember the specifics))

I swear I might make a list of all the random subjects they chose for each episode (golfing, stamp collectors, cricket, football (soccer), the first planes, underwater trains, early electricity, and nuns, to name a few- also that Christmas special that was,,, smth lmao- (themes: the magic of Xmas or smth and also a mythical creature Bigfoot situation lmao- plus that one scene at the end where the evil capitalist man sees children asking him to be generous and suddenly decides that, - even though for the whole movie this hasn’t touched him in any way and without any character development shown that would explain such a change, - he wants to actually be nice to the kids and ✨restores the magic of Christmas✨ or something)

Lmao it’s something

It’s kind of bad but I say this affectionately

(Also if you think im wrong about any of this I would be curious to know why so feel free to disagree and to tell me so 👍 + it’s been a while since I’ve watched the episodes I’m mentioning so I could be remembering things wrong- if I’ve misconstrued stuff, also feel free to tell me 👍👍)

(I wrote a rly long text post then my phone died. Just learned drafts are a thing (my noob is showing) but I didn’t make one so I’m retyping what I remember T-T)

TL;DR: Murdoch Mysteries whack

Ok bye now thanks for reading hope you had/are having a nice day :P

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tanakavox · 4 years ago

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A look into the multiverse chapter 5

Soooo. Due to post limit im gonna have to reblog this post with the rest. Just tell y'all when you wonder where the rest is lol. Anyways intro for Winter is done by ExiledDarkness. Everything else is all meeee! On with the post.

A flash of light blinds everyone in the room. As it dies down, Winter Schnee is shown to be standing in the middle of the room.

"Winter?!" Weiss exclaims in shock. The rest of the cast, except for Qrow who groans in annoyance, keeps silent as Weiss explains to Winter about the situation they're in.

Winter nods. "I see. How interesting. I usually wouldn't do something like this but it appears that I have been given no other choice."

"Yeah, that seems to be the case with everything going on in my life." Jaune says while scratching his head.

The screen's light flickers on again and shows a boy setting up his computer and putting a helmet on his head. The sound of the computer starting up is heard.

"Link start!" With those words a flash of light appears with lines of color streaking across the screen.

"That voice sounded familiar …" Winter muttered to herself

"What was that Winter? Weiss asked, turning to her sister.

"Ah. It's nothing"

"Ah. Sword art online." The boy thinks to himself, sighing wistfully. "It's been a while since the beta. Wonder if they change anything?

A man in his early 20s with white hair looks and sees that ads plague the area around him.

"Oh c'mon guys, really? That's just disgusting." The man said to no one, his disgust at the ads was apparent.

"Yeah, seriously. That's just annoying. Qrow said with a grimace.

"Active Adblocker" A screen appeared in front of the young saying it was 29.99 for the Adblocker DLC. The man chuckled darkly. "I'm gonna burn this F***r to the ground.

"Please do!" Nora said a manic grin on her face.

The scene cuts to Blond man with long hair being tackled by a pig, the man blonde groaning in pain.

"That's Sun." Blake said almost immediately.

"How can you tell? Yang asked.

"I just know."

"Well he just got his ass kicked by a pig." Jaune said, laughing a bit

"Wow, Congrats. You were defeated by a pig." The white hair man was there looking down at Blonde unimpressed.

"F**k you man, that's like a pig from hell! The blonde cried, looking at the boar in terror.

"Really?" The white hair man smirked, and picked up a rock and threw it at the boar's ass killing it. It exploded into shards and a screen showed the exp he had got from killing it.

"Wow. This either that blonde guy sucks that bad or the other guy just that good." Mercury said with a grin.

"My god." He gasped with a shit eating grin on his face. "I've stumbled across the most powerful weapon in the game"

"Stop" The blonde whimper.

"The Mithril Pebble of pig smithing!"

"Please stop."

The white hair man takes a deep breath of air as the Blonde groans.

"My god, this sounds like something Whitely would do." Weiss said with an annoyed look.

"For you see, long ago, this pebble was forged in the fiery pits of tartarus,by the grand blacksmith of Lucifer himself. In a time before the world began…

The blonde facepalm as his party member continued. The sun had started to fall when the white haired man was finishing up.

"And thus, Mardoza, Guardian of the pebble, fell to his knees, and passed from this world, leaving behind the mighty weapon. For he knew... that one day, it's power would be required once more.

"Are you done?" The blonde asked.

"Yes." But then he whispered: The legacy of the pebble lives on.

"I have a feeling you get beat up a lot in real life." The blonde snarked.

"And he's using it as some kinda power fantasy cause he can't be that cool in real life." Yang added.

"Shut up! Here I have power!"

"Right, anyways, I've got a pizza coming, and I'm gonna meet up with some friends later.

So thanks for the quick tutorial on pig slaying and the not so quick tutorials on…. rocks…Shirou Yuki?" The blonde slowly wording out the other's username.

"Hey,no problem. I had fun taunting you." Shirou said with a grin. "Ballsdeep69"

"Yeah that's Sun." Blake said, shaking her head. "Only he would come up with such a dumb name."

Meanwhile Winter had a good idea who Shirou Yuuki was, but didn't want to say anything until she was 100% sure.

Ballsdeep69 laughs a bit. "Yeah it's uh, it's just a joke name. Just a character to dick around with while I get a hang of the game. I'm gonna make my real character later."

"Yeah yeah. No, I get it."

Shirou and balls look at each other awkwardly for a while when Shirou breaks the silence. "So uh...your pizza?"

"Right,right logging out." Balls swipes the air with his right hand and goes to log out but notices something odd.

"Hey,Shirou?" Balls called out. "Um, Totally noob question, but how do I log out?

"Are you serious, man?" Shirou asked exasperated.

"Yeah, Really dude? How hard is it to logout?" Jaune asked just as exasperated.

"Hey this Nervegear man. I can't Alt-F4 this sh*t.

Shirou sighs. "Alright fine. It's right…" He looked at his menu screen in confusion. "Here?"

"Oh thanks, player's guide." Balls deadpan.

"No it's here. But it's just blank."

Balls turns back to his menu and something catches his eye. "Oh wait, something scrolling Across mine. HahahahahahahaHAHAha"

"I get it." Shirou said with a frown.

"Wait, Wait, there's more. Ha."

"Riveting."

"Wait so they can't log out? What happened?" Ruby asked the rest of the confused viewers

"Eh no worries I'll just take the nervegear off like SO!" Balls reaches around his head and tries to take it off to no effect.

"Hey, dumbass, It doesn't work like that." Shirou sheerned. "The Nervegear disables your motor function so you don't move around in the game. Don't you remember all those videos of the beta testers?

The clip on Dustube plays, A man walking around in nerve gear is marlouving at the tech is shown. Someone, a friend of his walks up and offers a greeting to the man and he mistakes his friend for a troll and goes to pummel his friend into the ground.

It goes back to Shirou and Balls.

"So many lawsuits." Shirou muttered.

A few of the viewers had a good laugh at that.

"Uh, Do you feel tingly?" Balls asked before the two were transferred from mellow they were in a city square.

"No. Why?" Shirou asked casually. The two looked around and it seemed that other players were being teleported into the city square.

"What the hell is that?" Balls asked, looking at the sky going red.

"Well, I believe some people call it a Hexagon? Ain't 100% on that, gonna have to check my sources." Shirou snarked.

"Man f*ck off."

"I like this guy." Mercury said with a grin

The sky started to seem like it was starting to bleed.

"And The sky's bleeding" Shirou observed, not seeming to really care."

"Yeah, they are really pushing for that M rating." Balls repsoned on caring as much as Shirou.

"Wow the sky bleeds and they don't even care." Winter said.

"Probably because they know it's a video game, Ice Queen." Qrow reposned

A hooded figure appears flooding in the air. A wave of dangers fills most of the players in the area.

"Oh it's a person." Expect for one player.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Jaune Arc, Head programmer!"The figure greeted."

"Jaune made this game?" Ruby asked, looking towards the blond.

"Nice Vomit boy." Yang said slapping Jaune on the back. Jaune grunted a bit but smiled towards Yang.

"Welcome to the unparalleled online Sword art onli-" Jaune was interrupted by the player being to talk frantically among themselves. Jaune tried to get them to focus their attention on him by muting them, but ended up muting himself.

"He knows he muted himself right?" Balls asked.

"Give him a minute." Shirou mutters. Jaune unmuted himself.

A few laugh at Jaune's mistake as the Blonde himself facepalms at his mistake.

"Alright. Just realized what happened there. It's very funny. But right now, serious time. How many of you have seen Tron?" He was met with complete and utter silence. Jaune looked over the crowd and was met with blank stares, not counting Shirou. "W-what seriously?! None of you have seen Tron?! " Jaune asked, completely baffled. "I was really banking on that."

"Seriously?! No one had seen Tron?" Jaune all but screamed.

A few viewers didn't want to admit to not seeing Tron either.

Jaune cleared his throat, and proceeded to wing the entire thing. "Much like the world of warcraft, none of you are here by choice anymore. Unlike WoW, however, your being held here by me, not by a need to escape your empty f*cking lives. There is no longer any way to log out of Sword art online. If someone on the outside attempts to log you by removing your Nerve gear, well… Has anyone seen scanners?

Jaune once again looked and was once again met with silence.

"Uh Scanners. It's a movie…. Seriously?! He grumbles to himself about how the people here had no class and pulled up a clip of a man's head exploding. "Okay. That was from Scanners… and basically that.

"First Tron, now Scanners?!" Jaune facepalm.

"You just trapped god knows how many people in a video game, and you're worried about what movie they haven't seen?! Weiss retorted. Jaune flinched and wisely kept quiet.

The crowd gasped in shock.

"Finally seeing some gears turning, making progress."

"Why would you do such a thing?!" One player cried out.

"Stephen? Stephen is that you?" Jaune asked happily "How are you enjoying that advance copy?"

"I'm playing it with my family!" Stephen repiled.

"Oh, that's right!" The hooded figure laughed. "Happy birthday Timmy!"

Little Timmy began to cry.

"Aw, They grow up so fast." He said, sighing. " Cherish these moments Stephen. Cherish these moments. So as I was saying, the only way to keep the nervegear from going Gallager on your grey matter, is to make your way through castle Aincrad and beat Sword Art Online!"

"So you want us to beat a MMO?" A random player asked.

"Essentially."

"F*CK YOU!"

"That is the correct response when someone says to beat a MMO" Ren said.

"Is it really that bad?" Oscar asked and he receive a loud

"YES!"

"WOAH! Getting a lot of hostility here. Do not appreciate it."

"Well honestly!" The same player began,"When was the last time you heard of someone beating Everquest?"

"When was the last time you heard of someone playing Everquest?" Jaune fired back. There was a slight pause.

"That's fair."

"Everquest…. That's a deep cut." Qrow said, sighing thinking back.

"Anywho, for all you guys that wanted to play as girls, and you know who you are," Despite not seeing his face they could tell Jaune had a huge grin. "I've got a surprise for you!"

A mirror appeared in everyone's hands and a light filled the city.

A young boy, no older than 14 was where Shirou was. He still had the white hair and was wearing the same clothes but was more lankey and shorter than the man who was once there.

"Shirou Yuuki?" The boy turned and a familiar face was shown.

"Whitely?!" Weiss cried out at the sight of her brother.

"I knew it was him." Winter said. The username gave him away, Not only is it the username for when he goes on forums, Shirou Yuuki has the same meaning as his real name.

"How do you know what username he uses when he's online? Weiss asked her sister, a question that went unanswered.

"You're not a girl!" A fat player cried out.

"And you're not 17!" Another skinner one also cried out."

"I'm okay with this!"

"Me too!"

"LOVE KNOWS NO GENDER!" Someone shouted out.

"A wise seminent. Ozpin said sipping his coffee."

#rwby #look into the multiverse #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #whitely schnee #rwby weiss schnee #rwby winter schnee #headmaster ozpin #emerald sustrai #rwby mercury black #rwby nora valkyrie #lie ren #rwby salem #rwby mercury #sao abridged

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