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the-starry-seas · 10 months ago

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Once again i come crawling over your doorstep beloved techo friend... would you. Perhaps. Be inclined to write something short and steamy for them? :3<

i am ineed inclined toward a lot of techo things :3

Tech's hands draw slowly down his body, and Echo shivers, his hips rising into the touch. Every time. Every time Tech touches him like this, it short-circuits something in his brain, and all he wants is more. Especially when Tech kisses his neck like that, his mouth softer than it has any right to be.

He almost whines when Tech draws back, but it's some relief that Tech's fingers thread with his, and he stays close. His gaze moves even slower than his hands, taking in every inch of Echo like he's something fascinating. Part of Echo wants to get used to it. Part of him wants to hide from a love that deep. He's not sure which part is stronger.

Still, he says, "I don't know how you can keep looking at me like that, when I look like this."

The hands stop on his hips, half warm on his skin, half a ghost of a sensation on metal. Even with all the work Tech's done on them, his legs still don't pick up the sensation of touch very well.

"Oh, honey, no," Echo begs, because he knows the look of a nerd who's started thinking about something. Last time that happened, Tech ditched him to work on a modded scomp link for three hours. "If you leave me here-"

"I don't understand." Tech almost collapses on him, face tucked into Echo's neck. He shudders violently, and Echo curls a hand in his hair, suddenly uncertain. "I don't understand how you can keep saying that. You're beautiful. You're so beautiful."

"Oh."

For a long minute, he can't think of anything to say. Tech has said all sorts of things about him before, many of them complimentary. But even when Echo brushed them off or said something contrary, Tech usually didn't object in turn. He usually just ignored it or changed the topic or sometimes just doubled down. Echo was rarely in any state to continue the conversation much longer after that.

Now he's starting to wonder. Did Tech just not realise, before? Did he not know that Echo was disagreeing?

"Please talk to me," he whispers. "Please say something."

"I don't understand," Tech repeats.

"I know. I know, I'm sorry." He's not entirely sure what he's apologising for, but it slips out before he can think it through, and he's not about to take it back.

"I love you." Tech's breath is warm against his skin, each sentence interspersed with kisses. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

Echo catches his mouth in a kiss. The kind that always makes Tech gasp against him, makes his hips roll down and his shoulders flex. And the same happens now. Just like always. Just like Echo was counting on.

"Tech," he murmurs.

"Mm?"

"I can-" He takes a deep breath and lets it out. "I can believe it, sometimes, when I hear it from you. That I'm beautiful."

Tech smiles. It's like the sun on Kamino. Rare, and precious, and bright. Echo hates to cover it up with another kiss, but he can't resist.

"Do you want to hear it again?" Tech asks.

"Yes," Echo breathes out, and is a little surprised to find he means it.

"I love you. You're beautiful." He says it over and over again, and every time, Echo believes him a little more.

He grins, and noses at Tech's cheek. "Hey. You wanna do more than make out?"

"I would like that very much, yes."

Echo's hands go to the clasp of Tech's pants, working them down his legs until Tech can kick them off. His movement jostles the hammock beneath them, but that just gives Echo an excuse to hook an ankle over Tech's, his other leg moving up and over Tech's waist.

"For stability," he says, and grins when Tech obviously doesn't believe him. "Because you're smoking hot?"

"Acceptable," Tech murmurs. He starts working a hickey into Echo's throat, and Echo tilts his head back, baring any part of him that Tech wants to touch.

He doesn't mean to moan the way he does, when Tech nips at him a little, but with the way Tech presses even closer, he doesn't mind a bit. He moves his hands to Tech's hips, holding him close, hoping he'll want to be even closer.

"I have something else," Tech murmurs in his ear.

"Am I going to like it?"

"I think very much so."

Echo gasps sharply, warm and soft and pleasure and Tech swirling together in a hurricane with calm at its centre. Calm so often gone from both their lives, and all the more precious when it comes.

"I like that very much," he manages to choke out.

There's not much use of words after that, from either of them, but they're still saying plenty in the best language possible.

#the steamy got. quickly derailed. but then back on track!#you can imagine hunter walking toward the door and then QUICKLY about-facing #cloneshipping #techo #sticks' fics

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berylliumliumite · 2 months ago

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hi. Ineed all your thoughts about igi right now. Riiiight now right now pls

Okay, so I've been thinking about Beryll and Denima as of recent. Actually writing smth about them from Denima's perspective which means I get to explore her beautiful mind.

Kind of off-topic but one night a year or two ago I had a dream in which Beryll n Denima considered themselves step-siblings due to the nature of sharing the same space for years after the rebellion. I have not been able to stop thinking about it but I don't usually write about it or consider it in my main headcanons, so it's around a 75% "they're best friends with a deep platonic bond" and around 25% "um they're step-siblings your honor this is just how they bond (arguing)".

I do joke and jest about how much they argue and how its mlm/wlw solidarity and/or hatred but I do think they each care deeply about the other. However I also think neither really have ever sat down to talk about their respective feelings on their friendship, so each other's "care" comes out twisted.

More rambles under the cut. Sometimes I feel like I'm just making all of this up in my head, so take it all with a grain of salt

I feel like Beryll is very solitary, tends to be quieter and is more likely to listen than talk. This goes well with Denima (and Kuiper) because I feel in my heart of hearts that Denima will talk your ear off about drama. He doesn't tend to initiate things, nor does he really understand that sometimes he has to. As such he's never told Denima how much her friendship means to him, so when he starts getting distant she views it as "losing him" because she doesn't understand that he will always be there for her and she'll always be his best friend.

On the flip side, I think that Denima is loud with her friendship. She doesn't like talking about her feelings either, I think, so Beryll has no idea she really feels betrayed until the Summer Party Arc (our favorite arc). Denima tends to talk a lot, but not about her feelings. She tends to be more involved in drama and likes to talk about what she's doing (parties, hanging out with friends, grumbling about classes).

I think Beryll and Denima used to study together, and Beryll would be very quiet while Denima would be chattering the entire time.

I recently went through the blog again to find dates for the Denima POV thing I'm writing and the Robot Redemption Arc went on in MID-JANUARY and I thought it was much earlier. So I can only imagine that around that time is when Beryll starts hanging out more with Kuiper, inviting Kuiper to sit with them at lunch when their classes permit, etc.

I imagine that Denima is really shocked- like, listen, your best friend is in agreement (or so it seems) about his roommate being annoying one day, to the point where he is aggressive towards Kuiper, but then the next day Beryll is inviting him to sit with them? And then in the months following, Beryll slowly disappears from her life, going to hang out with his roommate, who you only know as annoying because that's how Beryll used to talk about him.

I think Valentine's Day is such a surprise to Beryll because of their different viewpoints on their friendship. Denima surprises Beryll because in her mind, that's what *she* would want. A surprise. And she assumes Beryll would like one as well, because he hasn't been present recently, so he must be either lonely or having a hard time. Maybe both?

I don't think Beryll ever talks about his feelings with her. She can read his mood pretty well, not just because of the tone tags but because she just Knows what grumpy/lonely/lying Beryll looks like.

By the time Denima realizes that Beryll has completely drifted away, she views it as Kuiper's fault. Beryll doesn't even view himself as having drifted away- he still considers her his best friend, so when he gets confronted during the Summer Party Arc ofc he's surprised and angry, and not just because he's drunk. He's mad not only that Denima is yelling at him and let it take this long to tell him how she feels but also because she can't find it in herself to blame himself for the feelings of betrayal, instead blaming the one other close friend that he has.

This is why, in the chatlogs (RIP btw, they haven't been available on the blog in forever, they probably got deleted), he tells her to apologize to Kuiper. He doesn't view it as a slight against him because Denima also can't find it in herself to blame him. Instead, he's defensive on Kuiper's behalf, and if you've read the blog you know how he gets when he feels like something wrong has happened.

Kuiper, on the other hand, tends to blame himself too much. He is the subject of blame. He is always the annoying, talkative, insensitive person. That's kind of why a lot of the followers rallied around him, and not jut because he was the one with the blog. I think a lot of us felt like it was unfair- which, in a way, it was. But Kuiper also realizes at the Homestead Again (i think that's the one after the summer party, could be wrong) Arc that he needs to stop blaming himself all the time, stop talking down to himself, stop living in shame. It's not fixing anything. When you blame and hate yourself to that amount, there's nothing productive getting done.

On the subject of Denima, I think she has a reason to be concerned about her friendship with Beryll. I think the audience would have a better understanding of her if she appeared before Robot Redemption. That way, we could've seen how Beryll and her interact outside of Kuiper. How they were before. In her eyes, her best friend is def being duped by this annoying stranger. And she's a little jealous.

Ok enough talk. I'm going to add a snippet of what I'm writing for you specifically anon. No one else can look. Also it's a first draft so it might not be great. The ID below is what the text says.

ID: “Disquieted. Did you know they could assign you roommates?”

What?

“What?” she asks, her train of thought torn apart. “Yeah, if you’re alone in a…” she trails off, realizing. “Are you getting a roommate?”

Beryll sighs, glaring at his computer screen. Denima leans over and stares at his email, where the housing office had sent him a little, “congratulations! You’re not alone anymore!” with a party emoji.

“Kuiper Ursa,” she says, staring at the name on the screen. “Who the fuck is that?” End ID.

#igi on main #beryll blabbers #its not beryll but thats our talk tag now i suppose #Ummm they call us the overthinkers #thanks for asking it really made our day knowing that someone wants to listen to us talk abt igi

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kerryweaverlesbian · 2 months ago

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Tagged by @lesbian-dean hi Ray 👋 💓

Last song: Good For Nothing by The Wrecks (I like them!)

Last book: I read the first short story from Côte Tales which is an anthology compiled of works from an elderly writing group in Oxford who I met at an indie book fair. They were very friendly, and as I was purchasing it about 3 of them said "mine has a lot of swearing in it 😊" so I'm looking forward to that!

Last movie: Wicked!!!! I really loved it!!! I was worried about it being a CGI fest and I'm not. Great. With appreciating adaptations of works I already love. But it was so lovingly crafted! Real, thought out sets!! And packed with extras! Yippee!!

Last tv show: FRIENDS. I got stuck in my binging tv bad habit it was a bad idea to start rewatching....but I do think it's one of the most tightly written sitcoms ever. at LEAST 3 plotlines EVERY twenty minute episode!!

Sweet/savoury/spicy: sweet :3 but I like sweet savoury stuff too haha

Relationship status: Wouldn't you like to know, Weather Boy.

Last thing I searched: the dark recesses of my soul. Oh on google? Walking In The Air lyrics to sing with my choir at 4 semitones down so it was very difficult to place the notes of the bridge lol

Current Obsession: the history of BBC Radio 4. By which I mean I'm reading Life on Air: A History of Radio Four bt David Hendy and excitedly telling anyone who will listen about the parts that interest me. Did you know that in the 70s/80s there was more experimentation as recording equipment got better, so for a few radio historical dramas they would put the actors in period costume so that they could "authentically swish" by the microphones. The audio engineers loved it at least.

Looking forward to: going to a drag show tonight 🥳 ily drag kings!!!

Fave drink: strawberry daiquiri :3

Song playing 24/7: atm it's Not Getting Excited by The Beths. Which doesn't seem to be on any of their albums!!!! Annoying!!!! I love albums I want to hear it in context!!

Current favourite character: sigh....it's dean Supernatural, no one is surprised....

fun activity you would like to get into: hm!! I do a lot of fun activities...it'd be nice to play basketball again 🏀 I've never been good at basketball but almost always enjoyed it

Last vidya game: Stardew Valley. Basic bitch answer haha. It's a good game!!!!!

Last comic/graphic novel: I read a scanslation of Love Bullet by inee and I'm a huge fan. A girl is killed tragically during the love confession of another girl to her. If a young maiden dies without love she becomes a Cupid, and has gun battles with other cupids to decide the romantic fate of their targets. A yuri manga about romantic meddling!!!! !! Excited for more volumes!!!

I will no pressure tag @castielsprostate @spring-deaning (idr your main handle gabs lol) @lesbianjoannaharvelle andddd @castielafflicted 💗

#tag games #mwah mwah I love thinking about myself audhshrhd

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ilovechainmail · 6 months ago

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ok ive finished :) and i do have thoughts. area unknown has been really special. its a rare bird in terms of minecraft content and theres just so many important stories being told there. the way it relates to the wider sunship canon or whatever its called is amazing, and the otehr ppls content like oli's dedicated grinding, moonzy's beautiful buildings or graaavel's awesome lore (HIS LORE VIDEO WAS SO GOOD. IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. THE MUSIC????? YEA), was all so amazing to witness.

BUT i do have some criticisms if you dont mind me sharing. none of it is with ill intent and i understand why the decisions that were made happened but i still think its worth pointing out.

im disappointed with how aimsey and scott's arc was left off, because i dont think it reached a satisfying conclusion at all and the loose threads they left didn't feel like a culmination of their relationship. aimsey and scott's conversations are some of my favourite parts of the lore because their relationship is so, SO interesting and really worth exploring. so ending it by saying "scott just got bored and went back to hell" was not a good move i feel. i really wanted to see something more there.

guqqie does touch on hera's influence when she discovers the grave but to be honest i dont understand why she was allowed to get married to aimsey and have a happy ending. hera has made a point of dooming them in every single universe and she just loves torturing her little experiment, and her influence has continued into season two with egging aimsey and oli on with the lab, so i really don't understand why guqqie was able to seperate herself from this and later get married when that has never been allowed before

i guess that everything was intentionally left pretty open ended so things could change in future, guqqie did say she'd write something up later this week which could give answers to what i mentioned above. and who knows, maybe in the years guqqie and aimsey were split hera could have been defeated in some way. maybe guqqie went back and confronted her or something idk. i would really like to see something like that though. and of course that open-endedness leaves room for aimsey and scott to do something which would also be great. but yeah those are my less great thoughts about the finale. but do not be fooled just because it wasnt absolutely perfect didnt mean i didnt enjoy it/think it was bad

FORTUNATELY it has given me a great window to start working on that au because i really want to develop scott and aimseys arc, explore aimsey's feelings as a demon and the horror that comes with that, and his relationship to hera because the one time they interacted always gives me chills. so i think the finale was flawed but thats ok because now i can go in and do awesome stuff with my own ideas for a bad ending. because i like hera cannot let the characters rest. ineed to be stopped hehehe

but yeah apart from that i did really enjoy the finale. it did feel like area unknown. the party, never have i ever, michela being hilarious and caitees being weird, and of course heartbreaking sunship lore. it genuinely gave me the same warm feeling as when i was watching through all those vods from 2022 when they were just messing around or screaming at each other in the rain. area unknown needed to end. no one seemed to want or have the time/inspiration/motivation to do stuff on it anymore, and the characters needed a conclusion and to be let go so they could just be in their own right. i'm glad that its done. it was really special. i cant wait to see what everyone does next :3

i agree heavily on the scott and aimsey topic, i wish we could’ve gotten more development of their relationship or seen scott in s2 bc there was a psrt of his house i think somewhere and then he was never mentioned again iirc, but they were probably both too busy or something to do anything which is ok i’ll just make it up in my head :3

and i hope there is a bit more of something w hera and auguqqies whole thing and how hera allowed ausunship to get married, or how all that went. i’m just really curious

anyways love u sneef thank u for liveasking to me this has been very fun :333 <3 im rlly glad u liked area unknown!!!!!!!

#sneefs ausmp liveasking #hatemail

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taintedcigs · 1 year ago

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You feel like the world is shaking around you, you feel like your heart is being ripped from your chest. You can’t lose him. You feel warm hands on your shoulders shaking you as someone says your name over and over again. You push them off. You aren’t leaving him. They’ll have to leave you here. FUCKKK DOLLY. I READ THIS PART SO QUICKLY AND IT HURT SO FUCKING BAD. IM DYINGGGGGG W HIM😭

“I love you baby, more than anything.” He wanted to apologize again, until his lungs gave out, but he knows you hate it when he does that. That you’ll just tell him there’s nothing to be sorry for, even though he will always feel like there is. So he does what he always does, he decides to show you how sorry he is without his words. To remind you how here he truly is. BUT THANKFULLY WE JUMP RIGHT INTO THE COMFORT PART. GOD. YES PLS. I FEEL SO WARM. I NEED HIS ANGEL BABY ASS SO BAD.

His lips crash against yours, his tongue immediately licking into your mouth, he’s hitting that perfect spot over and over again and his fingers continue to circle your clit. It’s all so good, and it sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, you let out needy moans and gasps against Eddie’s mouth as your pussy clenches around him. He pulls away so he can see your face, and the sight has him spilling inside of you. He falls forward, his face buried in your neck. He places gentle kisses there in between panting breaths. LOOOOOORD INEED HIM I NEED HIM SO SO BAD.

“Psh! Don’t be sorry, I got to be here for my girl and I got to have bomb sex? Seems like a win win to me.” You feel him smile against your neck and it makes you laugh. MY LITTLE ANGEL BABY I LUV HIMMM.

DOLLY. THANKK YOU. I WANTED TO READ THIS REQUEST SOS O BADLY BUT DIDN'T HAVE IT INMY HEART TO WRITE IT. AND YOU DID IT SO FUCKING WELL ARGHHH MY HEART FEELS SO FULL. YOU'RE SO TALENTED ANGEL AND ILY <3 (also like u don't need my permission this wonderful idea is not mine, i cherish u sm for writing for it!!)

It was just a dream

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: So this is based on This request that @taintedcigs got and she gave me permission to write it because it’s kind of heavy. The request is based on reader dreaming about crying at Eddie’s grave but I did change it to you having a dream about the day he almost died. That’s just the way it came to me personally. You have a dream about the day Eddie dies, but you wake him in his arms, and he comforts you in every way possible. WK: 3k.

Warnings: In beginning of the fic although it is a dream I do describe Eddie’s death so read with caution if that upsets you, unprotected p in v, love making, fingering, hurt/comfort, Eddie being the sweetest goofball, fluff. 18+MNDI!!

A/N: I’ve never written a single thing where I acknowledge “the scene” or Eddie dying, ever. Like I always write AU with no upside down. But after seeing those photos yesterday I’ve been feeling very emotional and I saw this request and idk it just kinda came to me. I did cry writing it, but it also comforted me a lot. But pls pls read with caution if this might be upsetting for you. Thank you to my lovely @babygorewhore & @bimbobaggins69 for beta reading for me. Sending everybody love.🖤

The muscles in your legs are screaming and your lungs burn with each step you take. The grey particle filled air feels like it’s filling your organs with each intake of breath. But it’s nothing compared to the tearing feeling in your heart, the anxiety and fear coursing through you pushing your aching body to keep running. The massive bite shaped gash in your calf is a distant sensation as your eyes zero in on the swarm of bats, eagerly searching for any signs of him.

“God fucking damn it, Eddie. Fuck!”

Tears stream down your cheeks and your throat is raw from the curses and screams you’ve been letting out for the last few minutes. At least you think it’s been minutes. It truly felt like it’s been hours since you watched him cut that rope. You screamed so loud you felt like your ear drums were going to burst. You scrambled back through the gate, injured leg be damned.

The minute you hit the ground, you didn’t stop. Not when you heard something in your shoulder crack, not when you heard Dustin screaming after you. You didn’t stop when one of those bats flew directly at you, you just ran faster, jabbing your spear directly into its heart as you went. And you weren’t going to stop. Not until you reached Eddie. You couldn’t. They’d have to kill you first.

The adrenaline in your body continued to push you forward, only a few feet away from the swarm now. You tried your best to focus your eyes through the endless streams of tears falling from them, and it took a few seconds but you finally saw him. Your heart lurched when you saw he was still standing, his shield held above him. It somehow gave you the strength to run faster, your spear slashing through the air at the bats to get to him.

“EDDIE!!!!!!!!!”

His head whips in your direction at the sound of your voice, a shocked look on his face. In the same moment he looks away a bat lunges at his side, taking a large bite out of him, causing him to cry out in pain.

“EDDIE NO!!”

You shove your spear into the bat that’s latched onto him and it lets out a shriek as it dies. Your relief is short lived because there’s a sudden stabbing pain in your already stinging shoulder and another one in your bicep.

“BABY!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! FUCK!”

Eddie can’t believe you’re here, you weren’t supposed to follow him. He knew he wasn’t making it out of this, and now he was going to take you with him. He never should’ve cut that rope. He slams his spear against the bat on your shoulder, while you shove your nails into the one on your bicep. But it’s no use, you’re surrounded. Every time you get one off, two more are on you, and he’s starting to feel weak.

In that moment he does the only thing he can think to do, he wraps his arms around you, tackling you to the ground. His covers his body with yours, his arms on each side of your head, his face hovering above yours so your eyes can meet.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” Tears fall from his eyes and onto your cheeks, pooling together with the ones leaving your own eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You soothe him, your bloodied hands reaching up to cradle his face. His eyes are shut now, his body tensing over and over as he uses it to shield yours against the bats attacks. “At least we are together, yeah? Kiss me.”

He obligees, his dirty sweat stained lips meeting yours in a desperate kiss. He kisses you over and over until he physically can’t anymore. His head lulling to the side against your chest. You hold onto him for dear life, barely even feeling the chunks you’re sure are being taken out of your forearms. You feel like it’s never going to end, until suddenly it does. The attacks all stop at once, a chorus of thuds sounding around you. Then you hear Dustin’s voice calling your names, it’s distant, but it’s there.

“Eddie, Eddie, they’re dead.” You shake him slightly and he groans. “You gotta get off me so I can take a look at you baby.”

“Oh my god!! Are you guys okay!?” You see Dustin’s panicked face standing over you and you wish you had it in you to make a sarcastic remark about how you’re obviously not, but you don’t.

“Dustin! Help me, help me roll him over, please.” You practically beg him, your sobs still haven’t stopped, the shallowness of Eddie’s breath taking away any relief you felt about the bats being gone.

Dustin bends down, rolling Eddie off you as carefully as he can. Eddie whimpers when his back hits the ground and you immediately shoot up right, leaning over him.

“Eddie, sweetie, can you look at me?”

“Bad, huh?” He groans, a slight smirk still somehow present on his face.

“No no, Eddie you’re gonna be okay.” Dustin is on his knees how, trying to access Eddie’s injuries through his panic.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Your heart breaks at the sound of his voice, this can’t be fucking happening.

“No, baby, you didn’t. But we’re gonna get you okay of here, okay?” You grab rub your thumbs over his temples, resting your forehead against his.

“Yeah, we just gotta get you to a hospital, come on, you guys gotta get up.” Dustin begs, tears fall from his eyes and it breaks your heart even more. You hate that he has to see this.

“I just… I need a second.” Eddie groans, his hand weakly reaches for your face, cupping it like he’s done a thousand times before, like you’re scared he will never do again. “I love you, I love you so much baby. You’re my everything, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you Eddie, I love you. It’s gonna be okay don’t apologize because it’s gonna be okay.” You rub your nose against his, he feels cold and his breathing is more shallow than ever.

“Dustin…” he turns to his young friend with a found smile. “You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”

“No, no, you’re gonna do it yourself” Dustin’s sobs cause a new wave of your own to wrack through your body, shaking every bone.

“Nah man… you’re gonna do it for me…” Eddie smiles, patting Dustin’s cheek with all his strength. “Baby girl… you’re gonna be okay, okay? I’m … so sorry. I love you.”

His hands start to slip from both of your faces, his eyes falling shut.

“Eddie? Eddie!! No, no, no, no. Baby stay with me.” You shake his face, but this time you get no response. Your hands clutch onto his hair, your head falling to his chest. “NO!!! NO! NO NO NO NO!!! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!! EDDIE NO!!!”

“Baby!!!! Wake up!!!! You’re dreaming, it’s a dream, I’m here.” Eddie’s voice finally gets through to you, and your dream hazed mind vaguely starts to recognize the feeling of his arms around you. You come back into your waking body slowly and then all at once, shooting straight up with a shriek.

You look around the room panting, it’s still dark, and you’re in bed. With Eddie. Eddie is alive. He didn’t die. The others got to you in time. You’re in your new fancier than you ever imagined, government tip off home. That you share with Eddie and Wayne. Eddie is alive. You start to repeat the mantra that’s become all to familiar to yourself in your mind as you feel strong arms wrap around you from behind.

“It’s okay baby, you’re okay, I’m here. It’s just a dream.” Eddie soothes you, pulling you into his lap so he can cradle you. He rocks back and forth, his hands running over every part of you, he makes sure to keep his grip strong, remembering that you said it makes you feel grounded. It makes you feel like he’s really here.

“Oh Eddie, it was so real. It was like I was really there again.” You sob into his bare chest as your hands desperately caress his skin. Some of it still has the same smooth texture you always remembered, most of it is rough from scars. But it’s just another thing that grounds you to reality, another reminder that he’s real and the dream wasn’t.

“I know sweetheart, I know. But it’s okay, I’m here, I’m always going to be here for you. I’m so sorry.” Eddie’s crying now, the guilt of leaving you, of putting you through this plagues him constantly. The dreams aren’t every night like they used to be, they’ve finally started to space out after almost a year. But it still pains him deeply that he put you through this. That on nights like this you scream out for him, because of him.

“It’s okay Eddie, it’s okay.” Your hands loop around his neck, pulling him close. You hate that he beats himself up, you understand why he did it and you’re just glad he’s alive, glad he’s here with you. But your unconscious mind couldn’t seem to get the memo. No matter how much you understood, no matter how much mental and physical healing you did in the waking hours, the dream always found its way back to you. “I love you. So much. I love you so much Eddie.”

He cups your face in his hands gently, like you’re porcine glass that could break at any moment. He rests his forehead against yours, just reveling in the feeling of being close to you. He takes deep breaths and you follow, you’re basically breathing each other's air but you don’t even care, you want it that way. He kisses you sweetly, once, twice, three times. The fourth kiss is more firm, but still so gentle. Your fingers lace through his hair as you shift your body so you're straddling him. His tongue softly licks across your bottom lip and you immediately grant him access, tangling it with your own.

He kisses you leisurely, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his hands roam your body. Your thin tank top is the only thing separating your skin from his but it feels like the thickest winter coat right now so you break the kiss to quickly pull it over your head. You press your chest against his, his skin against yours feels like a breath of fresh air and you sigh at the feeling.

“My beautiful girl, you’re so beautiful, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” His brown eyes are soft and filled with love as they look into yours. He gives you a gentle kiss before his lips start to travel down your jaw and neck. Gentle caresses of his lips and flicks of his tongue pull breathy gasps and needy moans from you. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

“Yes Eddie, please.” It’s all you need right now, you need him as close to you as possible in every way. You need him.

“Lay back for me baby.”

You oblige, rolling off him and onto your back. You situate your head on the pillows and he climbs over you with a sweet smile on his face.

“Look at you, you think I’d ever leave someone as sexy as you? Not a chance baby.” He leans down and kisses you, his ringed hand caresses your inner thigh and you shiver. He brings it to your core, running his knuckles along your underwear covered slit. “I don’t think I could go a day without you.”

“You went like… almost two months without me when we were healing.”

“Shhh… that’s besides the point, that was like forced, doctor ordered, celibacy and it was almost more torture than the healing process. Don’t remind me of the dark times, babe.” You giggle at him, your heart warming at him just being Eddie. He stayed that way, laughing and joking, making D&D references through it all.

“You’re so dramatic. But, you’re not wrong. I missed you so bad when I couldn’t have you.”

“You can have me now babe, all the time, forever, whenever you want. I’m not going anywhere.” He smirks at you as he pulls your panties down your legs, you kick them off your ankles and spread your legs for him. He groans at the sight of your slick pussy, bringing two long fingers and running them through your lips. You moan and your back arches off the bed when he inserts them inside you, immediately curving them to hit that perfect spot.

“Fuck.” His fingers thrust in and out of you at the perfect pace, his thumb comes up to circle your clit and he leans down to place gentle wet kisses along your throat. “Oh god.”

“Yeah baby? Is that good? You gonna cum for me?” His fingers speed up and he gently nips at that spot on your neck that makes you crazy, his cock ruts against your thigh and it sends you over the edge. Your body tensing underneath him as moans rip out of you. “That’s it, good girl.”

He fucks you through your high, only pulling his fingers from you when he feels your body relax. He holds eye contact with you as he inserts the digits into his mouth, sucking your juices off them with a groan.

“Eddie… I need to feel you, please.” You reach for the band of his sweatpants, tugging at the material.

“No need to beg sweets, I’ve got you, I’m gonna take care of you.” He pushes his pants off, freeing his cock and taking it into his hand, stroking it a few times. He runs the tip through your slick folds, bringing it up to circle your clit before slowly pushing inside you. Once his hips are flush against yours he connects your lips again, kissing you passionately.

“Oh fuck, Eddie. Yes.” He starts to roll his hips, not pulling out of you, just reveling in the feeling of being inside you. You clutch onto his back, pulling him down fully on top of you, just wanting to feel his weight on you.

“Mmm you feel so good, so so good, pussy is always so good for me.” He’s kissing every inch of you he can reach, your cheeks, eyelids, neck, collar bones. He finally pulls his hips back, slowly pulling his cock almost all the way out of you before shoving it deep inside you again. He repeats this action a few times before thrusting into you deep and hard. He still has his weight on you, and he’s not fucking you fast, just taking his time feeling every single part of you. With his hands, his cock, his lips,

“Eddie, I love you, I love you, you feel so good.”

“I love you so much baby girl, more than anything, I love fucking you.” He picks up the pace a little, his hand snakes between your bodies so he can rub your clit.

“Oh fuuuuck, yes, Eddie I’m - I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Yeah, cum for me, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum undone on my cock.”

The position reminds you of the dream, the memory really, but this time it doesn’t sting, because Eddie is alive. He’s alive and he’s panting on top of you for the best reason, instead of the worst.

“Thank you.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around him, squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“Psh! Don’t be sorry, I got to be here for my girl and I got to have bomb sex? Seems like a win win to me.” You feel him smile against your neck and it makes you laugh.

He rolls off of you onto his back, and you have to push the thoughts of that day from your mind again but you don’t have long to think about it because he’s pulling you into his chest, running his hands down your back and placing a kiss on the top of your head before your mind can fully go there.

“But in all seriousness, don’t be sorry, okay? You know I’m always here for you. No matter what. Especially on nights like this. I’m all in, always. I fucking love you so much. I’m not going anywhere.” He puts his fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. He smiles at you sweetly, placing a kiss on your nose, then your lips.

“I love you Eddie. I’m always here for you too. I’m never letting you go. Ever.”

You nuzzle into his chest, just happy to feel him. Just happy he’s alive. You might both be scarred, mentally and physically, and they might not ever fully heal. But at least you’ll always have each other.

#dolly🕸#eddie munson fic recs

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mysticmeena · 2 years ago

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( the continuation... yeah i know ineed a better title. It's mainly unedited and turns out my dialogue needs a little work but i'm excited to improve on it for this series. i do plan to come back in the near future and actually work on it in more detail! so once again, take you for your kind words and encouragement to keep me writing more! )

as the wedding procession began and the rings were exchanged, he still had that rigid face and cold manners. he didn't even look at you. and it disgusted you that you fell in love with him in your past life. there was nothing left to redeem him. and it made it much easier for you.

so you played the dutiful bride during the vows, even as you briefly pecked his lips and looked at the cheerful crowd with a charming smile. you still had some dignity left. and you know dion didn't like what you did base on his subtle expressions.

and as the reception party was held, you could feel all eyes on you and dion. some of his family and yours, coming to congratulate and gush about how you both make such a perfect pair. they may smile now and throw around such pretty words but you knew very that in the end, it was they who contributed to your ending. how revolting, you thought smiling so sweetly as you silently took in their empty praises, i'll certainly look forward to their deaths.

in the corner of your eyes, you noticed the head of the agriche household striding arrogantly towards you and dion. your heart clenched as you remember the words of the patriarch when you begged him to save your son, who was all but dying in your arms. tsk, to think that you stepped into this household foolishly without knowing its rules, he lit up a cigarette with a scowl as you desperately tried to stop the bleeding wounds on your child's body, i could see why he took that woman into his bed. she'll be a better wife than you, giving birth to stronger children worthy of the name agriche than this pathetic excuse of a human.

you forced yourself out of those haunting memories and bowed down as lante stopped in front of you and your husband. he didn't even acknowledge you, not to your and anyone's surprise. with merely just a look shared between both men, they left for the other room and you couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief. you need to get used to it but it was rather suffocating in their presence. distinctly, you could the music begin to play.

if you remembered the events correctly, lante was to leave right after his talk with dion. however dion also left you alone without a word to you, leaving you to handle a crowd of hungry predators wanting to devour scandalous gossip.

and if that's what they wanted, you eyed as one of dion's older brothers made his way toward you, you should deliver it well. unlike your last wedding, you will not let yourself be forgotten. you will not be know as dion's neglected wife. let them remember your name since it will be you who will drag them to hell.

you accepted the first dance from his nameless easily forgettable brother, as you took his hand. if it wasn't before, now all eyes are on you. after all, you just ignored the tradition of the husband and wife's first dance by dancing with his brother instead. and it seems the male in front of you also had his agenda as he smirked cockily behind you.

you don't have to turn around to know who it was. especially when it felt like your back was being burned through. hm, you were sure he left around this time, you were puzzled by a certain change, but still, you took advantage of it as you smiled oh so innocently at him as you were twirled around.

it's your fault, husband, you subtly pushed yourself closer to his brother, i'm just returning you the favor. in the past, you loathed the whispers around you. but now, it felt like angels harmonizing beautifully. it's still aimed at you but now you could hear dion's name being dragged out right behind yours. whether it was about another rival in the family or the way he left his wife temporarily only to be snatched up, he'll have to deal with this himself.

and you know dion was certainly fuming internally. he expected a wife who would listen to him and never create a fuss. but you'll never be like that girl again.

finally, the song finished to your relief. just as you were about to leave, your dance partner dared to bring your hand onto his lips. great, now you were gonna have to take an extra long bath after this, you groaned internally, who let men have the audacity to do this? and it happened all too quickly.

the sound of a sword being unsheathed next to you, the blood staining your hands and your wedding dress, and a head rolling away somewhere. distantly, you could hear the guest's fearful screams and someone throwing up the contents of their stomach. it was chaos all around you and yet, you couldn't move an inch. your eyes still staring at the spot your dance partner formerly stood. and now there was merely a headless body.

and the very same man who had just sliced off the head cleanly had only calmly walked over the body, just in front of you. you couldn't look at him as fear forced your body to stay still.

my wife, dion placed his first two fingers on your chin so that you may look up to him. yet even then, you refused to as you looked past his shoulder. your eyes on the ceiling with such an empty gaze, refusing to satisfy him. let this be a warning of the consequences if you keep continuing these sorts of actions.

his words only added gasoline to the burning flames for hatred and revenge.

#the way to protect the female lead's older brother #how to protect the heroine’s older brother #roxana #manhwa x reader #dion agriche x reader #dion agriche #— meena writes

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alongtidesoflight · 4 years ago

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@softbladee tagged me for the your ocs as drinks piccrew meme, thank you! i decided to do it for three of my mass effect ocs, since i have a habit of not talking about them on here at all despite being pretty much a mass effect themed blog

i’m tagging: @babineni @vixils @elmha @bisexual-kaidan-alenko @ineed-to-sleep and whoever else wants to do it (i don’t think you’re supposed to type up a whole essay like i did, i’m not on tumblr enough lately to keep up with current tag games, but i haven’t really exercised my writing for ages and i’d like to get back into the saddle some day soon, so why not start here, don’t feel like you have to do the same)

at first we have the equilibrium

it seems innocent enough at first, but it assaults you like battery acid upon the first sip. burning your throat on the way down. you expected a fruity taste. sweet, slightly minty, maybe. instead you get a bitter taste of betrayal. and then, immediate relief as the refreshing, cool taste you first expected finally washes over your tongue, silky liquid soothing the sour burn. you quickly learn that to get the most out of this drink, you need to drink it slowly, enduring the sting until it’s lessened, so you can savor the aftertaste in your mouth for longer. like this, you take your time finishing your drink, grateful for the sweet fruit at the bottom. a treat for making it this far. you think of ordering another, when the bartender slides you a slice of a tangy, alien fruit and tells you to try it with this. bad mistake. once more, acidic bitterness seeps into your mouth. “was that really necessary?”, you ask through the tears. the bartender shakes his head. they just wanted to see you pull that face. you can only imagine how you look right now. you laugh, then have them pour another.

then there’s the blue moon,

something about this cocktail has always caught your eye, and your curiosity doesn’t wane even after the first sip. the smooth, heavy fluid seeps down your throat without any discernable flavor to it. that comes after. it starts at your lips, you think, or perhaps your mouth. perhaps. you’re not sure. all you know is that you feel warmth pool within you as a thick, flowery sweet fragrance begins to cloud your senses. you take another sip without thinking about it, although somewhere at the back of your mind you know you should probably take it slow. watching the shimmering swirls of deep blue syrup dance around the glass as you put it back down makes your head spin and you wonder if there’s maybe something more in it than the menu advertises, something you’re not quite sure is legal. but why worry about that now if you can instead just take another sip?

when you wake up the morning after, you have no idea how you got there in the first place, and a throbbing headache. you’re sure the drink is to blame, but still, you wouldn’t mind another. something tickles your lips and you raise your hand, wiping at them. a single petal clings to you. you leave it there, blushing, running your hand through your head instead, and rubbing your sore temple.

and last but no least there’s the solar flare

how bad can it really be is a question that’s often asked right before your downfall. it CAN be that bad, and then some. the first sip is like a punch in the gut. you double over, putting the glass down with a loud clank, and the bartender leaves you to it with a lopsided smile. you’re not sure what’s worse, the burn of a thousand suns searing your lips or the sharp stabbing in your stomach. neither. it’s the stares, you decide, and straighten out your back again. it’s just a cocktail, goddamn it, you stir the drink a little, pushing the dark brown shards of chocolate scattered all over the bottom back and forth, while you wait for the pain to subside and you ask yourself if it’s worth finishing it. but you’re not a quitter. now that you have some time to kill, you try to make out the flavor of the liquid in front of you. there’s a smoky aftertaste in your mouth, rich, heavy. scratching at your throat like soot. spices that coat your tongue and steal your breath if you disturb them too much. better not. you’re way too aware of people’s eyes on you as you lift the glass to your lips to try another careful sip. it’s just as bad, but this time, you manage to stay upright. you feel stronger for it. and so you soldier on, slowly. you’re sure you’ll regret it the next day. but every sip comes easier than the last, and that’s what counts.

#piccrew #mass effect #oc: equinox #oc: rafe #oc: helios #i am aware there's likely cocktails with those names already out there #so if there are these drinks have nothing to do with them

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chiliadicorum · 3 years ago

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(About your post “Tulkas the Humiliated?”)

Sorry if this gets rambling, I know I’ve been utterly obsessing about this scene on my own blog (the question of how far would Manwë have let Melkor go has been haunting me so much, autocorrect finished the sentence for me after I wrote how far). I’m just so fixated…

Anyways this is an amazing analysis and I love the extrapolations you made and the image of them possibly trying to comfort Tulkas when they chain him up and the comments about how much trust Tulkas must have had; Tolkien made a point to mention his anger or protests several times throughout but there’s no mention of him protesting being chained up and purportedly thrown to the (notably nonexistent) mercy of Melko

Just ahhh it’s such a great post and I know it’s from awhile back but I just had to say something

Best wishes from , @outofangband

Well thank you so much @outofangband !! That's been one of my favorite posts to ever write It makes me gleefully happy others are just as haunted by this whole dynamic. Just you mentioning it makes me want to go daydream about it more lol thanks for making my morning! (Ineed to go find your thread again. Got back from a looong trip and need to catch up!)

#gwedasks #outofangband

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thorne93 · 5 years ago

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Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 31)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 3515

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy, @carryonmyswansong, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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“You’re back kinda late,” Spencer noted as he read a book, sitting in the hotel chair next to the small desk they provided.

“Yeah, uh, Dexter got stabbed at a bowling alley,” you explained.

“Is he alright?” he asked, closing his book and looking at you, trying to find signs of distress.

You mindlessly tossed your purse and keys onto the table. “Yeah, no he’s fine. Sorry, should’ve led with that. Uh, but he was stabbed by his mother’s murderer. Apparently, a few weeks ago, on the horrible advice of his NA sponsor, he went to find him in Naples and confront him. I guess things got heated, they had a fight, and somehow he found out who Dexter was and followed him. He came up behind Dexter. I had to warn him, and help fight him off. He got in his truck and got away though.”

“Sounds like an intense night. Are you okay?”

You nodded as Spencer stood up to come rub your arms and check on you.

“I’m fine, yeah.”

“Is everything alright? You seem a bit distant.”

“Well, I have something I want to ask you and I’m worried how you’ll take it.”

“No secrets, remember? Just ask me. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” he assured with a sweet smile. A smile you’d nearly forgotten about. You hadn’t seen it in so long.

You took a deep breath, your eyes casting to the ugly hotel carpeting. “Okay, Dexter and I think it would be a good idea if you came along with us to kill his mother’s murderer.” You let out the breath you’d been holding.

Spencer’s hands let go of your arms. Your eyes flashed up to see what his facial reaction was. It was morphed into a deep frown.

Okay, yeah, you knew that was coming.

“What?” he asked, clearly put off. “Y/N, that’s the most insane idea i’ve ever heard. I don’t want to be any more a part of this than I am, than I have to be. You want to drag me along to watch this? And since when are you going back to killing again?”

“I’m not. I just want to be there to help Dexter. It’s mainly for moral support, nothing else.”

“Funny choice of words,” he said balefully as he began walking around the room, his hands going to his hair, disheveling it even further.

“Don’t start right now. Look, I wasn’t thrilled either, but Dexter made a point. We think maybe you have this horrible imagery built up in your head about what we do, what he does. Some kind of villainous nightmare. Subjectively, yes, he does kill and he kills gruesomely. But objectively, this time we thought you could have some perspective. You nearly killed Cat because she had your mother hostage. This man brutally murdered his mother in front of him and his brother as little kids. Tell me you can’t find some iota of sympathy in you. I’m not saying you’ll enjoy this or want to do it, but maybe if you just watched us, watched his process, you’d see he wasn't some unhinged unsub.” You let out a breath, starting to feel frustrated. You didn’t know why you had to spell this out for him and it was getting old. Either he understood, or he didn’t.

He sighed, clenching his fist as he turned his head to the side, not looking at you. “Alright, you’re right. I said I’d support you in this, and I haven’t given you the full chance to show me what you two have done. I just assumed the worst, and because I love you, I forgave your actions. But you’re right, if I’m going to keep helping you two, Ineed to know exactly what it is you two do.”

“Really? You’ll do this?”

“I’m not excited about it, but if I’m going to fully understand where your mind was at and what you two did together, I need to see it. I think it will be beneficial either way. It might bring us closer together, it might help me see it from your view.”

You nodded. “Good. I think it will help. He wants to do it in the morning because it’ll take all day to get to him in Naples, abduct him, and kill, and dispose of him.”

“Wow, that’s soon. What about work? All 3 of us can’t just disappear for a day.”

You bit your lip. “Shit, I forgot. Well, we just need to wait for a break in the case that could get us all some time off. As soon as things slow down one day, and they give us a break, we’ll go.”

He nodded in response and the next day, you told Dex your tentative schedule. He agreed that all three of you needed to be present, and in order to not raise further suspicion, you’d have to wait on Rossi to deem you all had worked too much, and for there to be a point for your team to just wait.

Doakes was eventually brought in but he barely stayed two minutes before he rushed out. You frowned, wondering why he was so upset, but kept back to your case work.

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Much to your surprise, the BAU team started to look into officers past, but thankfully not into Dexter. In fact, they set their sights on Doakes, so all effort went into locating him. That was mainly on Garcia and Luke. Once Rossi and Matthews had declared him suspect number one, known only to your team, not the Miami PD, the case became hands off. It was a waiting game to see where Daokes would show up. All the profiling in the world couldn’t help with seeing where he might be going, but Rossi declared that the team should take a break while you all wait for some kind of news about his whereabouts. This was it, it was the chance you needed. Albeit noon, it provided enough time to get to Naples, stalk him, and do the rest.

You and Spencer went to Dexter’s lab immediately and told him you needed to go. The three of you drove to his apartment where it was like deja vu.

“Okay, so here’s how I operate,” Dexter explained, pulling out his trunk and duffel bags. “I’ve got all my kill tools in here, including the sedative, plastic wrap, and duct tape. Tonight, all we need is duct tape, plastic, scalpel, slides, dropper, and I’ll need to stop to pick up a chainsaw.”

You glanced to Spencer to see how he was holding up. He had a bit of a sick look on his face.

“Is the chainsaw really necessary?” he asked.

“I typically try to use whatever my victims do. Unless it’s poison or suffocation. In this case, I think it’s highly fitting.”

“Y/N’s said that you usually kill them quickly, so they don’t feel pain. She said you do this with a large knife, like a hunting knife. Are we not using one tonight?”

“Normally, yes, I stab them in the heart so it lowers the amount of spray and they have a rather quick death, but tonight, Jiminez deserves to feel everything.”

“So this is the most personal kill you’ll do?”

“Probably,” he responded with a bit of a shrug. “Alright. I hope you don’t love those clothes because there will be blood on them. I need to pack my apron, mask, and other protective gear. Y/N, you want your clothes?”

“You let him keep your clothes?” Spencer asked, an undercurrent of hurt in his tone.

“We thought it would be safer. He could wash them with his, and you’d never see them…” you quietly responded, feeling as if you were on trial.

With that, you told Dexter you wanted your clothes. You quickly changed into your old kill outfit, feeling an odd sensation being in them with Spencer around. Dexter offered Spencer some old clothes but he declined, rudely.

Then the two of you set off in Dexter’s van. He stopped and picked up the chainsaw. Spencer said nothing to you while you two waited in the car. You were trying to gauge his thoughts and feelings, but he was giving almost nothing to go on. It made you feel anxious. You were somewhat terrified he’d leave this experience hating you, fearing you, seeing you as nothing more than a sick unsub. It could backfire and instead of bringing you closer together, it put you further apart.

Dexter drove all the way to Naples, explaining how he was going to stalk Jimenez. Spencer didn’t have many questions, seeing as it was his job to know how unsubs thought, worked, calculated. He didn’t compliment or condescend him.

Still, you were on edge about his reaction to all of this.

Dexter drove up to the bar where Jiminez worked, and you all followed him, watching, waiting. You were sure Dexter was feeling the same thing you were - rush of adrenaline, all your senses sharpened, the ever vigilant eyes.

Eventually, the stalking led you three to a run down cabin in the Everglades. It was extremely remote. After sitting with the engine killed for a long time and being sure Jiminez wouldn’t come out, Dexter turned to you two.

“You remember this part, right?’

You nodded, in student mode once more. “Of course. We’re going to lure him out and sedate him.”

“Wrong. You’re going to,” Dexter told you firmly. “Get in my bag, get the sedative.”

Quickly, deftly, you did as you were told. You got the syringe out, opened the door quietly, and slipped out. You pulled the cap off and tossed it back in the car. Just as you were about to walk by Dexter’s driver window, he stopped you.

“Wait, come here,” he quietly ordered. You walked back over and Dexter put his hand on yours.

Red flags went off in Spencer’s mind. The simple touch seemed to make all those old feelings resurface. He always knew there was something further than just a friendship between you two.

“Hold it like this, remember?” he instructed, wrapping your fingers in a particular way. “Keep the needle out, away from you. Go check, make sure he’s alone, create something to lure him out, and then attack from behind.”

The small correction suddenly set Spencer at ease. Dexter was, in fact, just teaching you something. There was nothing remotely romantic about it at all. Some of the nerves he had built up, melted way.

“I know,” you reminded evenly, confidence in your tone, but not arrogance. You knew Dexter had done this dozens of times. But he also needed to remember he trained you extensively.

You walked quickly and low to the ground as you went to a window and peeked in. You saw Jiminez and no one else. After a second, you snuck back over to the truck and turned on the radio, before going to hide against the wall again.

Your heart was racing, your hand was shaking slightly until you took a deep breath.

Jiminez came out, you ran up behind him, injected the serum, and he passed out cold. You looked back at the van and held a thumbs up. Dexter jumped out of the van and Spencer following.

Spencer’s instructions were clear: don’t get in the way.

You and Dexter had a system now and half the reason for this trip was to show him how you two worked together. You two grabbed all of the supplies from the back hatch. Spencer followed you and Dexter as you moved quickly in the cabin. Every inch was covered in plastic. You two moved around each other as if you were long time dance partners, every move choreographed, every move done with precision.

Spencer stood and watched, objectively, trying not to let it sink in that you two were really about to kill someone.

Next, you and Dexter carried Jiminez into the room, finished off the plastic, and got him strapped to the table after disrobing him. Not a word was spoken the entire time and Spencer couldn’t help but notice. Dexter didn’t have to tell you what was next, he didn’t have to instruct you on a single thing. This was as methodical as it could get.

You got Dexter’s slides ready, along with his scalpel and dropper. Dexter busied himself with his clothing, getting all the gear in place. You and Spencer put on your face shields, to protect from blood spatter.

“Y/N, do you have your knife?” Dexter asked.

“Yes.”

“Go ahead and show me where you’d stop blood flow,” he evenly requested.

It was becoming increasingly clear to Spencer as he watched you two that everything had a purpose, everything was clinical. There was no malice in it. It was only calculating. The entire time you three had been together today, there wasn’t any jokes, any goofing off. When you and Dexter interacted, it was educational.

You put the knife over his chest, the tip barely cutting through the plastic.

Dexter again, offered his hand, without warning, and wrapped his fingers around yours from the opposite side of the table.

“Almost, just a hair up towards the chin and towards the left just a little,” he calmly explained.

“Right,” you agreed, then pulled your blade away.

“Wait, you’re not killing him?” Spencer asked.

“No, this is Dexter’s kill. In light of who this man is, Dexter has elected to kill him the exact same way his mother was… with no mercy.”

As you finished your sentence, Jiminez began stirring. Dexter made his way to the head of the table.

“Here we are again,” he said, picking up the surgical blade and slicing along his victim’s cheek.

“What-- what the fuck?!” Jiminez gasped out.

“I know. I keep asking myself that same question.” He absorbed the blood, and squirted it onto the readied slides provided by you.

“Let me out of here!”

“But.. I’m finding it’s best to accept things you can’t change. Now is where I have a chat with you, so you know exactly why you’re here. I think you have a pretty good idea, and I certainly know why you’re here, but I have some company tonight that I’d like you to tell.”

He glanced at you and Spencer. Jiminez did the same.

“Let me go. I got cocaine. You can have all of it.”

“It’s funny you should say that. I am off the wagon. But that was never my drug.”

“I’ll fucking kill you!” he cried out angrily.

“Hey,” you quietly commanded, hovering over Jiminez. “My friend told you to talk. Years ago. You committed a heinous crime in a shipping container, a young woman, two boys. I want you to admit it.”

“Fuck you!” Jiminez spat.

You slapped Jiminez hard, but swift. “Cut the sht. You’re strapped to our table, huh? You’re not getting out of this. The least you can do is maybe clear your conscience before you meet your maker. So confess. What was it you did all those years ago to a young mother in front of her kids?”

Jiminez stared at you, he looked like he was about to spit at you or shout more obscenities so you warned him.

“If you spit at me, or say anything other than what happened, I’ll make you wish you never opened your mouth. Are we clear?”

He nodded once.

“Fucking hell! Fine! I cut her up. I chopped her to pieces. I killed that bitch because she was fucking a cop! Not my fault her fucking kids were there! It had to be done!” he cried out. “It wasn’t personal! It was business!”

“It was personal for him,” you said, pointing to Dexter. “You killed a young mother in front of two innocent little boys. They grew up to be killers, just like you. You took their lives away. All for some blow? I hope you rot.” You looked up to Dexter, giving him a nod to signal you were done. Then you took a step back next to Spencer.

Spencer glanced between you and Jiminez. Finally, it was clear to him. This man had no redeeming qualities. Cat adams was a walk int he park compared to him. He finally truly understood what this whole thing was about, how you two worked.

“I’m going to kill you tonight, Mr. Jiminez for what you did to my mother, and because well, this is what I do best.”

At that, Dexter picked up the chainsaw at his feet, started it, and began cutting. You’d seen this before, but not on a live victim. Spencer hadn’t been exposed to this, making you still very unsure where his mind was at.

The goriness was done, the body was cut, ready to be transported into a bag and then moved. Dexter began going through his wallet.

“Is this usually part of the routine?” Spencer asked.

“No, but I’m curious,” Dexter passively said. He dug into the wallet and found a note that had the address of the bowling alley and the time he went. “What the hell?” he mused.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” you asked, making your way over to him to read what was in his hand. “What--”

“I only went with you, but I also told my sponsor where I went that night. Lila. Fuck!” he cried out.

“Lila? I told you to get away from her,” you reminded angrily.

“I’ve been trying to. But this means that she called Jiminez and told him where I was going to be.”

“But why?”

He threw his head back in thought. “She probably wanted us to be close. The night I met Jiminez, we got into a fight. I was upset, broken, she and I shared a hotel room. Nothing happened except us talking all the way into the morning. I bet she thought if he attacked me again, I’d go running to her.”

“That’s why you and Rita have been on and off lately, isn't it? She found out about you and Lila.”

“That, and some other things.”

You shook your head. “Dex...” Disappointment laced your tone. “I told you that chick was bad news.”

“I know, I fucked up, but--”

His phone rang and he held up a finger before he answered it. It was Rita, she asked if he had used her key to the house. He told her to get out of the house and call the cops. He hung up the phone and quickly explained he needed to leave because he thought Lila might be at Rita's house.

“I can drop you two off at your hotel, but I really need to go,” he said.

“No, we’re going with you to Rita’s. If Lila is there, we need to help you.”

“Are you just going to leave this guy here?” Spencer asked, gesturing to the body, sounding alarmed.

“Well I can’t take him with me. Use some of those IQ points, Agent Reid.”

“It’s Dr. Reid,” he spat back, his face eerily calm so you quickly stepped between them.

“Okay, calm down. Dexter, let’s just go back to the city. Jiminez isn’t the type to share a cabin full of cocaine with anyone.”

“Can you dispose of him?” he asked.

“With what? We don’t have your boat.”

“Shit, you’re right. Okay. We’ll just have to deal with him later. I need to go to Rita’s.”

With that, the three of you took what you needed and loaded into the van quickly. Dexter nearly broke the speed limit the whole way. You changed into your old clothes and stuffed the bloody ones in a bag and kept them in the van for Dexter to deal with. Spencer took off the cardigan he wore over, leaving him in a normal shirt.

The three of you walked up to Rita’s place. She apologized for bothering you before asking why you two were there.

“We were out for drinks,” you quickly lied easily. “Good to see you again Rita, just wish it were better circumstances.”

With that, Dexter spoke to the police while you tried to console Rita. When he was done, he said he was going to see Lila.

“Let me come. You don't need to face this psycho on your own.”

“No, Y/N, I really do,” he responded, walking quickly. He turned and put his hands on your shoulders. “Thank you, for coming ot make sure Rita and the kids are alright both of you--” he shot a look to Spencer “--but I need to face her on my own. If i show up with you, it’ll just add fuel to the fire of this jealous inferno she has. I can handle it. I’ll drop you at your hotel and then I’m going to her place. I’ll be fine.”

And so he did. He drove you to your hotel where you hugged him quickly, called him an idiot for not listening to you sooner, to which he smiled and agreed, then he left to face his psycho sponsor.

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thelittlehansy · 4 years ago

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Prince Thimothee of the southern isles.

Some random part of that tv show idea i ve got in my description in fanfic style not script that i m procrastinatating to wrote since 5 years 😂this is like episode 2 or 3 lottie meet one of the prince of the southern isles and suddenly...well its love at first sight. writing is also a way to improve my english so well thanks to anyone who may read this and sorry for the painful grammar XD

A place amoung others in the hotel was a restaurant that was not indifferent to lottie.

Not only Tiana had take an opportunity to work here as a way to cope with the strange curse that had send them here but there was also a part of the restaurant that was mean for musician group that lottie was liking a lot.

This evening was particulary enjoyable for lottie. The music was sounding great she was chatting happy with Tiana and Aurora when suddenly something had crossed her heart at the minute she saw the new singer who was making the show.

Curly auburn hair , mysterious chocolate eyes , this man was strange. He was mysterious but at the same time lottie could tell from his face that he seems to be kind. She must have been too much concentrated on that guy for she hear tiana and Aurora laughed amused.

« Lottie... » she heard Tiana chuckled.

« i think she is having a crush on prince thimothee » Aurora added in a whisper.

« Prince ? He is a prince ? » lottie asked at the same time shocked and euphoric this man who was singing in front on her ,this stunning god was a prince ? She looked a little better at the man. His pants was not the same as his shirt. When the shirt was definitely an outfit he buy like everyone else here to fit with this world clothes brand. the pants was more fitting the brand of the southern part of the first continent of their world. Finally she catch it the Symbol of the southern isles royalty on the top of the pants. She laughed.

« oh my god this is one of the princes of the southern isles !!!! » she claimed. As aurora and Tiana laughed with her.

Her best friend added « sorry lottie he is 11th in line ». Lottie burst out laughing , her dream and fantasm of marring a prince and be a princess was something that she made public knowledge amoung her friends and if she had to be honest she liked playing the role of the superficial girl that had always dream to marry a prince. it was funny and her friend were knowing perfectly who she was. Yes she was blond ,she was rich , and she was having strange dreams but Tiana her best friend and her others friend were knowing perfectly that she was a very faithful friend who was kind and gentle. she was interrupted again in her daydream by Tiana

« Lottie you are literally watching him since 2 minutes » she laughed

« well when I see a goergous piece of art how can I not look at what I see » they both burst out laughing with aurora who finally added a little more information.

« I m sorry lottie but all the princes of the southern isles are married with children except for prince Runo prince Rudi wich is engagment was call off and Prince Hans » the news hit lottie pretty hard for she makes a face that makes her friend laugh even more. Upset she added :

« so I only have a choice between the ones surround by negative gossip and....Prince hans » she makes a grimace. Hans even though was 13th in line had makes himself very popular for his crimes in arendelle. he was a selfish entitled murderous asshole.

it was not a surprise him and his twins brothers are not married. In fact the contrary would have be extremely shocking and surprising. She wished for one second no any women will have the misfortune te to be married to such men. Prince hans at least , they still didn’t knew if Rudi and runo were as horrible as the gossip about them.

Generally rumors twist reality , at least with Hans the existence of fact where proving how an horrible human being he was. He had left his fiance to died , laugh at her misery trying to murder for power. This quote he said to her also “ oh anna if only there was someone out there who loved you” has spread very fast in the continent. all of these was only showing the cruelty of the character of his royal highness Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern isles.

She was going to serve herself an other glass of this very tasteful juice when a hand touch accidently her

« I m sorry » the person said. She raise her head and suddenly noticed prince thimothee !

Prince timothee was the one who touched her hand ? not wanted to sound like a fan girl she nervously brushed her hair , when a magnicent smile with dimple crossed his royal highness goergous face. Her heart melt a little more « it’s alright » she said with a huge smile.

Confident , she finally decided to talk to him « you have an amazing voice your highness you makes a great show I m sure a lot of person here enjoy it a lot » she smile her confidence disappearing suddenly he was royalty maybe he was finding her a bit too familiar.

« really ? » thimothee said « thanks you thanks you so much generally I m all the time compared to my triplet brother » he laughed not convinced of her compliment. “ your triplet brothers” lottie replied surprise. “ yes we are triplet that dont look like each others like our twin brothers” she notices the two men on stage who must be his brothers. There were Indeed not looking exactly like each other’s but we still could tell there were brothers.

She smiled happy to chat with him “ its true Rudi and Runo have nothing at all in common physically !”

« I m sure you have our own skills and talent that cannot be compare to your brothers » she reasured him.

« Thanks thanks you so much what your name ? »

« Charlotte labouff ! I m from the second continent new Orleans ! She said happy to present herself to the prince and way too much excited.

« it’s a pleasure prince thimothee of the southern isles » he Bowned and paused a kiss on her hand. « to another time miss labouff » on these words the prince left her.

She heard aurora and Tiana not convinced by the prince charm « what he didn’t said to you is that he has a wife”

“he has a wife !” lottie repeat finally sad.

“I m sure he is the kind to flirt around even when married » Tiana said

« oh that will be so sad I hear he got 3 kids ? » Aurora said

« yes naveen told me two babies and one who is 4 years old » speicfied tiana.

Lottie looked a little better at the direction the prince took there was indeed a little kid next to thimothee

« the question I asked myself is why they take some of their kids at this ball now look at the disaster only 2 princess of the southern isles went to the ball and now several of these poor kid are away from their mothers » aurora said.

Finally she saw a man tooking the small child with him approaching from lottie Aurora and tiana table. She smiled to who must be prince thimothee kid. The boy replied with a little malicous smile. she looked at him again the poor little boy was so lost and tired from all these mess. he must be terribly miss his mommy she thought.

« if you want to babysit him I will not said no ! When you are having more than 10 nephews and nieces and most of their mother are missing this is a hard time » she heard the man visibly piss off told her. The men was the uncle of the boy ? a prince of the southern isles ?

He replied to her internal monologue « prince klaus of the southern isles...” bitter , cynical and unfriendly withtout any smile prince klaus said : “ Not hans brother , neither number 6 please »

She offered the prince an other smile and bow the best she can. Lottie was sure he was the kind of royalty to claim everything as a disrespect again his own person. This one was also very handsome not as much as prince thimothee but still pretty good looking. What struck her the most was how much cold and arrogant he sounded.

. « He must missing so much his mother » lottie said sad for the little boy and his cousins who went at the ball. « His father too must miss her terribly... » she added thinking about his wife putting to the side her little crush on prince thimothee she did not realize the horror its must be for the princes to be away from their love one.

Lottie was missing a lot her father and there were there only since nearly one week. the prince of the southern isles them were having a enormous family and more people to missed terribly.

The prince chuckled « no I can tell you my brother prince thimothee does not miss his wife neither my sisters in law”

“ love does not exist in the southern isles » he added while drinking bitter his glass.

« really ? » aurora lottie and Tiana asked shocked by the prince declaration. The 6th prince of the southern isles « my sisters in law...they must be throwing a big party in our castle right now ! this is only politic for my father !

In one instant after the prince left , lottie went back to her intial very exited mood that Tiana , with rationality interrupted :

« lottie. please i got the feeling prince thimothee is not as charming as he may seems to be ». « maybe he is » she said a huge smile on her face. When aurora finally left Tiana paused a very friendly hand on her shoulder « I m here for you and I will always be here to help you achieve your dream just like you were there for me ! just take me aware so I know if have to protect my best friend » she laughed and hug lottie very tight.

small tears fell on lottie face that crossed the smile she was having as hugging her best friend. « tia you think we are gonna go home ? I miss daddy and Eudora and this is still only one week we are here »

« I m sure , aurora told the fairies are working days and days they are gonna find a curse to make us go back home » finally Tiana leave busy to take care of the closure of the restaurant.

Alone on her chair she realized , her belly , it was as it it was full of buterfly prince thimothee has make a big impression on her. lottie was feeling it , her intuition was screaming at her that he was ineed a true good man. and now what does she hear ? his wife must be very happy to be away from him right now ? that they only married for political reasons ? Suddently it was like her hopes and dream could be real. Maybe she could have a love story with prince thimothee ? He seems to have like her when they very briefly meet ! or maybe she could even achieve her big dream she had hope since little be a princess ? she laughed she was defintly too much crazy this will never happened.

She was also not in any way a gold digger no ? she genuinly wanted to know better that 11th prince of the southern isles. He seems so nice and kind lottie thought.

finally her hapiness disapeared the prince were not making a lot of appeareance since there were there. they were mainly in their part reserved for the southern isles big family in the hotel. she also didnt wanted to pass for some crazy annoying fans of the princes of the southern isles.

no she needed someone to present her to the prince.

Someone that was also way more approchable , than was each days at the bar of the restaurent unlike his brothers.

Someone who in those bunch of handsome fella was willing do to the worst stuff if it means gain what he wants. she needed to promise him something that was interesting him and what everyone was missing there was money. Prince Henry who had been assigned the role of the leader of the hotel by the curse had already give her some part of money. After all she was having food and a bed here ? she could give him the money and instead he could makes her meet prince thimothee and assure the communication between them.

she smirked when she saw her prey from the distance , His Royal Highness Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern isles.

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simply4sarah · 4 years ago

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Are you my sign?

Hey you,

Yeah you.

The one who popped back into my life even when 2 years again we had a chat log that ended in the singular word “legs” lol!

I have the chance to the wrong person and now I've been damaged. damaged more than I was broken, because while I was broken years ago I taught myself how to pick up the pieces. Being damaged is like a piece of hardware that has stopped working from inside and being able to fix a problem like that is foreign to me. I'm struggling with my worth and with being enough. I'm struggling to find my heart again and to restart my life for myself the way I'd always dreamt it to be.

My dreams were ridiculed and torn from me two years ago since. I'm trying to get them back. I am taking myself back but I am struggling to do so while knowing that I am damaged not broken.

Being damaged means that what I was taught to believe is twisted. That even when I loved and overloved that I was never allowed any of that care back. I was taught that I was too much to handle and that it was my fault because I opened my walls up to share my mental disabilites and my trauma. Because I was expressing what I was told to do I was the problem.

I was taught that this is how love is, that this is how you should live, that I was always the excuse because someone else could not deal with real life. That they could not deal with a women who was there 100% never for herself but for the ride and die and she would do anything for her person.

I haven't found my person yet. And I know that. I know that my person will help me grow, not fix me...because I don't want to be fixed. Because my broken pieces are what have made me to be the women I am right now. I'll ask for their hand for help because I'm foreign to the solutions to making a damaged inside work again. I will ask for understanding, equality and dedication. I will ask for Loyalty because without it, there was never a fight to begin with. And I learned the hard way that Iwas never fought for years ago when I was told I was easy.

I will never be easy and that is half the chase.

To you who reads this and knows, thank you. I appreciate you so much. You've been there with me through it when I became damaged. You have been there with me through hospitalization even if it was virtually. You've listened to me without judgment and tell me I will be okay and I am able to believe that just a little bit for a little while when you tell me this. You've now held me with no I'll intentions and let me cry. You didn't watch me cry you experienced it with me and held me. You never once called me a monster for it or my mental health so far and not when I was a snotty nose mess in emotion. You’ve been respectful with my boundaries and refrained from pushing, forcing and making me uncomfortable. You have been one of my biggest supports through one of my lowest times.

I'd write a novel of it now but I'll save it for a later date if a promise gets made and never broken. I am high on my guard and my walls have been boarded once more. You've validated these emotions and reassure me that the time Ineed in recovery is okay and that I am validated in it all while you haven't run away. You've stayed. I feel as though I've lost a heart but very very slowly you're giving me a new one to protect and nurture.

To you who God has set back on my path after telling me to live a lesson and learn after 2 years. I gave a chance to the wrong person yes. But no matter how damaged my heart and mind may seem at the moment, there's a weird feeling I can't describe in my chest that my head feels like it knows but is too fearful to speak because I am not quite there in my recovery. I'm still young and I still have so much life ahead of me and so many chances to give out and I hope in my second those chances can be continually given to one person for multiple things. To my person. Only time will tell.

Even if it's slow in my time through recovery, if you'll stay with me through it...

I'd like to give you my chance. The right chance.

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nezz-cringe-crib · 7 months ago

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IT'S THAT TIME OF THE WEEK AGAIN BOYZ!!!!! IT'S BULLET POINT TIME!!!!! YIPEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! (spoilers for fic ahead):

LADY MACBETH LIGHT LOLLL THIS IS A GREAT START.

"(never on his khakis, they were freshly washed and freshly pressed, for god’s sake!)" i always love these silly little tidbits that you put in your writings. they're so damn silly and true as hell. he could never put water on his khakis.............. the idea alone is offensive......... *light-yagami-coded scoff*

"Light nodded, feeling like a bobblehead, and his face was already stiff from smiling so much." this is such a neat little detail. poor little bobblehead light.... masking too much for his own good........ :((

that whole description of L enjoying walking back home alone and Light not understanding it just adds the teeniest amount of insight into them that makes everything so much more impactful. iunno, i just like rolling that paragraph around in my brain. L is indeed a very moody man, and he is light's, and it is adorable. :)) (oh, and him taking a picture of that flower too????? cherry on top the whole damn meal. <3)

THE. THE SWITCH UP IN THE TEXTS????? THE ANGST REALLY DID JUST HIT LIKE A BOMB. NNOOOOOOO DAMNIT WHAAT.

"...angry at himself for somehow screwing everything up again." NO YOUPOOR THING DAMNIT NO STOP THIS STOP MAKING ME FEEL HIS HURT.

SAYU SHIPPING LAWLIGHT IS SO ADORABLE AWWWWWWW.

GOD. GOD THAT SCENE WITH THE BLOOD AND THE PARENTHESES. OH MY GOD. THAT WAS SUCH GOOD BUILD UP?????? I'M SO SERIOUS ISWEAR TO GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD????????? GOD. THIS IS THE KIND OF STUFF I ALWAYS WANT TO WRITE BUT NEVER PULL OFF. JESUS CHRIST THIS IS SO DAMN. GGGUUUUHHHHHHHHHH.

the repetition in that last scene. that ENTIRE last scene. oh my god. ohmygodohmygod ineed to shake you until you collapse. /vpos

crying over the fucking pun you put in the post for this. you cannot do this to me and put bon appetit. i am going to STRANGLE you. /pos

Day 5 submission for @lawlightweek2024 out now! Read it in the link below:

Bon appetit!

(Pun fully intended.)

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darkangehell · 2 years ago

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AUG 31

August was one of my busiest month. August actually drained me but at the same I've learned a lot from this month I've met a lot of people and made a lot of friends. I also actively participate in different webinars on the first week and joined in CYO on the second the week on the third week? Hmmn well we conduct a feeding program and participate in brigada eskwele it was a fun experience though and probably a memory that I will keep forever on the other hand our class start on the fourth week and luckily I got elected as president which is a thing that I don't expect because that I'm a transferee and I barely know any of them yet I got a 39 vote out of 42. But as you knew running for a classroom officer was really part of my goal this school year even running for the position of president was actually part of it but I really did not expect that it will come true and became possible So like I said. Yes I set and write goals for this school year and actively participating in school activity and running for KKLA was also part of it So here it comes again. I joined in Spoken poetry competition of our school in celebration of buwan ng wika and I won as 3rd place yeahhh I also did expect to win in this competition because I did not watch any of the performances of my competitor so I have no clue how was their performance is but luckily I won.YEY! So let's move forward Before August end our school open the filing of candidacy for KKLA and that time I was really busy because I'm also preparing for my Spoken poetry Competition so I failed to filed my candidacy to the deadline they set but luckily they extend it and before I file I actually ask myself and god if I should run or not If I should push or not and actually I already made my final decision to not file and run for this KKLA election but I felt unsatisfied and guilty because I feel like I'm letting oppurtunity slips so in the last minute I decid to run and file my candidacy through online and luckily... Luckily 1 minute before the deadline I was able to submit all the requirements and wooshhh!! Successs and by that time I felt happy and satisfied but ay the same nervous because I'm not really prepared and ready for this because I never thought that they will open the KKLA this early like no more than 1 months when our classes start when they opem it So I wasn't abke to really prepare myself for this but I already go for it so Ineed to finish it✊

Soooo just a fun fact for this month so after 2 months of almost no mental breakdown, my mental breakdown thus August was actually AHAHA consecutive like almost everynight, there's also time where I almost cried at school because felt really tired and unsatisfied with all my performances like try to did my best but it still not enough and I was able to understand our lesson very well and it became hard for me to adjust with my new environment that cause me to cry almost every night because I felt useless and scared that I will not be able to be an honor student again but until today I'm still trying to cope up and adjust. I just need more timw then I will slay this school year because I still have goals to achieve

= a chapter of yourss😘

For my future don't give up you can do all this thing ~~

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rinaris-skyrim · 5 years ago

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3. Immersion Mods

Again, I wish I had a better category for these. These are mods that mostly add their own systems to the base game, to increase immersion. This is only a rough category, and of course they touch on the game in some way, but they aren’t a huge overhaul to the core gameplay or AI.

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Alternate Start - Live Another Life

Tired of the long starting sequence? Don’t actually want to be a prisoner headed to the chopping block? This has you covered. The reason I prefer this over other alternate start mods, is the way it provides a jumping-off point for a character backstory, giving you appropriate weapons, armor, items, and a starting location. It also offers a nice segue into the main quest, with rumors of increased Legion patrols around the area you can investigate if you’re curious — and of course you arrive just in time to see the city sacked and the dragon taking flight towards Whiterun. [link]

Bathing in Skyrim

No one wants to talk to someone stinking of sweat and covered in blood and dirt and cobwebs from exploring some moldering ruin and fighting bandits. You’re also going to be carrying a bunch of germs around, if you do that. Keep yourself clean! This adds a passive effect based on your cleanliness, affecting mostly your speech skill and disease resistance, as well as craftable soaps and washrags. [link]

Campfire - Complete Camping System

Adds an excellent camping system to the game, with all the gear and items you’ll need. Build fires to roast food, pitch a tent if you need sleep, and just generally enjoy the Skyrim landscape with a touch of rugged living. Requirement for Frostfall, HearthCraft, and Tentapalooza. [link]

Carriage and Ferry Travel Overhaul (CFTO)

Extends the vanilla fast travel system in a lightweight and immersive way. You can now also ask to be “dropped off” at local villages “along the way,” and boatmen will take you to other stops along the same lake, river, or shoreline. Prices are also adjusted based on distance and danger. Just really nice and convenient if you want to travel somewhere, immersively. [link]

Diseased - Diseases System Overhaul

I like Realistic Needs’ diseases system, really, but it felt a bit too easy, especially once you learned the “cure disease” spell, or found a “cure disease” food. iNeed’s “Dangerous Diseases” felt far too punishing, on the other hand — requiring hard-to-find expensive potions or else you’d deteriorate and die pretty fast. This is just right. Diseases have stages, and after a certain period of time will either evolve or devolve. Rest, cleanliness, and good food will help you recover on your own. “Cure Disease” effects now increase your disease resistance, meaning that you’ll succeed the next “evolution check,” but won’t make anything magically go away. You can also craft simple recipes for specific diseases from common foods and items, which will also help you recover — but you still should rest! This is compatible with RND, just needs to be loaded after. [link] You’ll also want the patch for Droops medication, to deal with the disease added by Dragonborn. [link]

Dynamic Immersive Seriously Dark Dungeons

Wonder why fires are still burning in ancient Nord ruins, or torches are still lit in those abandoned mines? None of that will be an issue now! This also adds the ability to extinguish candles and firepits to make yourself harder to see if you’re the sneaky type, or re-light them (for whatever reason) if you have a torch or fire spells. Incredibly useful and atmospheric. [link]

Dynamic Things

Want to actually pick up wood from wood piles? Hack mammoth tusks off skulls? Look inside those strangely unopenable barrels? With this, you can! This expands the number of containers and resource sources available in the world, and allows you to interact more immersively with many elements. You’ll want both the original Dynamic Things [link] and then the Enhanced “patch”/update [here] installed over it.

Frostfall - Hypothermia Camping Survival

I really hope you didn’t think I’d omit this one, did you? Skyrim is a northern province, with driving wind and snow, and ice-caked seas. This mod makes it all feel real. If you don’t pay attention to the weather, bundle up, and build a fire during cold nights, you’re liable to freeze! [link]

Hunterborn

Another survival-geared mod that harmonizes well with Frostfall and your needs mod of choice. Skin, butcher, and harvest ingredients from animals, slowly gaining more as your skill and knowledge increases. Roleplay as a hunter surviving out on your own in the wild, or just bring down a few deer to tide you over until you reach the next town. Don’t forget to download the Campfire patch and the batch of other miscellaneous patches as well; you’ll need both. [link]

Hunterborn - Scrimshaw Expanded

This significantly adds to the capability of Hunterborn’s Scrimshaw, allowing you to craft a whole lot of gear, armor, weapons, and items from the bones and pelts you find in Hunterborn. Play as a Forsworn living completely off the land, or simply make several trinkets to exchange for a few drinks at the inn once you next get to town. More possibilities! [link]

Loot and Degradation

Your sword edge isn’t going to stay sharp forever, is it? Armor gets dents that need hammering out. This mod simulates that. Once you’ve tempered your gear, it will slowly “devolve” back to its “default” state through combat. NPCs will also have gear of varying states. Just a nice simulation tweak, and also provides more opportunities to hone your smithing skills. [link]

New Beginnings - Live Another Life Extension

Adds more options for your alternate game start, which I very much appreciate. [link]

Realistic Needs and Diseases (RND)

I know, this isn’t the snazziest or most compatible mod out there. I’ve tried other needs mods, I really have, but this is the one I keep coming back to. It’s just the one that feels the most immersive. Boil water to make it safe for consumption, or face the consequences. Soups, stews, and fresh fruits also help quench your thirst — but stay away from raw meat, as that can carry diseases. You need sleep, too — but a dirty bandit camp carries its own risks. You can also toggle food spoilage, and drink directly from a body of water if you’re severely dehydrated. It’s just an excellent needs mod. (There are two versions out there. 2.0, found [here] comes with some snazzier features, such as hotkeyed food categorization for new foodstuffs and a few other tweaks, but I’m not fond of the either its widgets nor its weight feature. I might try it again with those turned off... but for now 1.9, found [here], works perfectly well, too.)

Skyrim - Enhanced Camera

Allows you to actually see your body when you look down, and prevents forced switches to 3rd person. SKSE plugin, makes it all way more immersive. [link]

Spell Learning and Discovery

Instead of the vanilla face-smash-spell-learned-book-destroyed method, you now convert any new spell tomes you acquire into “spell notes,” which you study in the evening before you go to sleep, with a chance of then adding a spell to your repertoire (out of the list of spells you’re currently trying to learn). (This synchronizes well with a needs mod, too.) You now have the opportunity to talk with other mages about magic theory, take dubious memory-enhancing potions, summon an otherworldly magical tutor, and just generally feel like an actual student of magic! [link]

Spell Research

Man, I love this mod. It... can get tedious at times, I’ll admit, but I love it. It lets me feel like an actual magic researcher, and provides the opportunity to acquire spells through my own study, not just by buying a tome from someone else. Find cool artifacts! Translate ancient texts (or try to)! Read dangerous grimoires (at your own risk)! Dissolve potions! Analyze spells! Write theses on spell “types” and techniques to try to combine into new spells! (Fail sometimes, and try again!) Honestly, you won’t regret this mod — it’s also good for passing the time if you’re recovering from a disease or resting a broken limb (see some other mods on this list). I recommend version 2.1, however, instead of the newest 2.2, as 2.1 comes with all the patches for the major spell addition mods. [link]

Skyrim Reputation

The people of Skyrim now actually care about what you’ve done. Word spreads, and people will treat you accordingly. This mod adds three axes of “alignment,” Aedric vs. Daedric, Law-Abiding vs. Criminal, and Dependable vs. Power-Hungry, calculated according to the prevailing Nord culture. The effects of your reputation will also become more pronounced as your reknown spreads. Help out the law, do favors for people, and align yourself with the Divines, and reap the benefits. Being feared does come with its own perks, too, though, however dubious. [link]

Tentapalooza for Campfire

Adds more craftables to Campfire’s system, including themed tents and décor. Honestly, I mostly wanted the placeable washtubs, to be able to bathe in some places I wouldn’t otherwise be able to (e.g. a player house without a nearby water source or bathing room). The placeable containers are nice, too, though, as well as the craftable and placeable shrines. [link]

Wintersun - Faiths of Skyrim

The denizens of Tamriel are religious, and now you can be too! You’re offered a choice of deity at the start depending on your race; however, you can change allegiance later if you so desire, depending on what you’ve done and who you’ve encountered. Gain passive bonuses and active abilities based on favor with a particular deity... but take care to follow their tenets, as well. [link]

Wounds

I know the health bar is kind of a general abstraction of your bodily state, but do you ever find it... well, strange, that you never break bones or have any lasting wounds from combat? Welp, now you do! No extra visuals, just a simple mod that adds long-lasting consequences to combat. Craft medical supplies, brace fractured limbs, keep cuts clean or risk infection, and feel the effects of your bruises and concussions for a while. I’ve tried playing without this mod, and I honestly can’t anymore, even as annoying as it is to limp along on a broken leg for a while, or sew up my arm that sabre cat tore to shreds. [link]

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