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[grapecaseschoices]

OCTober, Day 4; Naveen Joseph (FHR PC)

UNDER-APPRECIATED OC: an oc you feel like you don’t talk about enough, or you haven’t fleshed out as much as you would like

"suddenly you're ripped into being alive. and life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my God you're alive and it's spectacular." —Joseph Campbell

Naveen is the least focused on/talked about from one of my least talked about current fandoms. Don't get me wrong; I really love Fallen Hero. However, I'm not particularly as hard-core as the average FHR fan. They're a at a level of consistent dedication and analysis that I LOVE to see, but I don't really always have in me [also my memory is shit, lol]. So, I always feel odd putting up my blorbos ... especially if it's some time since I've read the series, BUT don't get me twisted, I do love it and them! And my more commonly spoken about get some traction too! It's just this ... BASTARD, lol.

Maybe it's because they're the third. Maybe because I originally didn't play book 1 with them. Maybe it's because their character concept is a bit hard for me in certain ways -- while also being real easy for me in other ways -- so I feel disjointed when I try to grasp or discuss them. I don't know but I feel Naveen gets the short end of the stick.

Some things about Naveen:

Naveen really ain't shit. I mean Naveen IS the shit. They're the richest of my steps and has a clearer, more self-focused goal of the three. They're least likely to be deterred [until .... dun dun dun] of the lot. I think it is because their desire is very straight-forward and doesn't really hinge on the Rangers or their approval [or even disapproval!]. It certainly isn't twisted up in morality, right?

Their desire is freedom. Money and success are avenues to that. Sure they DO love luxury and yes they DO love art [art thief bg what's up!]. However, their goal is freedom from their past, freedom from connections that would weigh them down [bye Ortega!], freedom to be who and what they want to be. I think of my lot Naveen is the one who is most alive -- or most wants to BE alive. They want to live life as and believe they are a Real BoyTM more than they others do.

c/ping this here, the famed want. need. dread. meme: Naveen Joseph (FHR): want: it’s not weakness to love him. he loves you too | need: you’re making it. and you will be free. | dread: there’s no escape.

Freedom also includes the freedom to make the world their oyster ;-D. As Marina stated: "All I ever wanted was the world."

Some villain/hero stuff about Nav: Their villain name is Starling (... nobody's darling). They're a streetwise tactician. Their puppet name is Amelie (and yes that's on purpose!). Their highest trait is their arrogance first and then their ruthlessness.

SOMEHOW! They fell for Daniel. Despite themself! It was good. Until it wasn't.

They/them, nonbinary. Quirky streetwear, fond of the facial piercings.

And that's that!

Oh, and the hands photo is by Elijah Grimm on Unsplash.

[p1nkva1entina]

JOONGDOK BRAINROT🐟🦑

Super OOC, I know, but God, I can't get my mind off of recently broken up joongdok and YJH being so down bad and pathetic that he resorts to BEGGING KDJ to come back to him.

But I'm not talking about YJH on his knees and making prayer hands. I'm talking about him on his knees, CLINGING to kim dokjas waist, burying his face in his stomach as silent tears fall down his cheeks. YJH muttering so quietly and softly about how sorry he is and how he regrets it so much, and please baby, I can't even sleep at night anymore, I'll treat you so right this time, so fucking right just please take me back.

And kim dokjas trying to be firm, trying to stick to his resolve, but his ex is just holding on so tight, as if there's no way he's ever letting go, just reminding him of all the times he's been held so tightly at night, always trapped in an embrace he'd never wanna get out of. And YJHs too handsome for his own good, and he'll end up with so many stalkers and he'll probably be bombarded with love letters everyday and- and... oh fine!, maybe it won't hurt to try again, and besides, KDJ seriously can't imagine going one more day without his beloveds cooking. He misses the warmth and love being prepared in his food.

Sigh...kim dokjas always been a weak, weak man. Especially when it comes to the people he loves the most.

....and then kim dokja wipes the tears from his big baby's eyes and coos at him until he's not sulking anymore, THE END!!

[trayusss]

Why does nobody talks about betrayus and Dr buttocks God i feel like im going insane

[malaroane]

duuuudeeee this person in my likes u on hinge that ive been badly meanin to talk to disappeareddd im so upset actually. ive really got to start taking opportunities the second i see there is one . waiting for the “right time” is killing my social life

[sturnsmadl]

enemy!chris headcannons!

warnings!-mostly just angst and chris being a huge dick, swearing, mentions of self harm, slight bodyshaming, bullying, mentions of nudes, kissing, male masturbation, mentions of sex, light fluff, player chris.

enemy!chris who hates all your boyfriends and ex's.

"wheres the ugly guy your always with lately?"

"we broke up.."

"thank god. he bored the shit out of me."

enemy!chris who makes you feel like shit for fun.

"im gonna go get lunch if you wanna-"

"of course you are. always eating."

enemy!chris who still denys he likes you.

"your in love with her. we all see it."

"no im not.."

"the denial is crazy."

enemy!chris who doesn't let you go on dates.

enemy!chris who constantly makes sneaky comments.

enemy!chris who is always looking at your body.

enemy!chris who never lets you get your own way.

"can we go target instead?"

"oh yeah! i love-"

"actually walmarts good."

"can you just fucking decide?!"

enemy!chris who makes excuses like crazy.

"i was drunk." "i dont know. i was tired." "phone got hacked."

enemy!chris who you regret hooking up with.

"wasnt saying all this when you were under me."

"shutup. i regret that everyday."

"oh.."

enemy!chris who goes through your phone while your asleep.

enemy!chris who is always harsh with you.

"im gonna go to the gym when i-"

"thats a shocker."

enemy!chris who blocks all the boys off your phone.

enemy!chris who always asks for you to send.

"hi."

"what?"

"you tryna send something?"

enemy!chris who doesn't let you get a word in.

"oh nick did i tell you about-"

"god no one fucking cares..shut the fuck up for once."

enemy!chris who hooks up with girls all the time so you know your just a number.

"u said i was.."

"different? yeah. i say that a lot huh?"

enemy!chris who breaks your lock when he finds out you hurt yourself.

"fuck..where are you?!"

"bathroom.."

enemy!chris who keeps an eye on you at parties.

enemy!chris who shows you up when your in a group.

"i got this new shirt and its like-"

"suprised you could afford it."

"chris.."

enemy!chris who feels slightly bad when he finds you crying because of his words.

"are you...okay..?"

"do i look okay?!"

"uhh..no..?"

enemy!chris who stares at you when you scream at him.

"AND YOU CANT KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS CAN YOU?!"

"well..i-"

"EVERYTIME I TRY SPEAK YOU HAVE TO INSULT ME!!"

enemy!chris who kisses you to shut you up.

"chris your really starting to-"

kisses you

enemy!chris who hugs you to his chest when you cry.

"shh..your okay.."

"its not i-"

"your getting makeup on my white shirt."

"oh fuck off chris."

enemy!chris who gets caught jerking off to your pictures.

"fuck!..nghm..y/n.."

"chris have you seen-"

"what?! get out!!"

enemy!chris who finally admits everything.

"sorry..i was just too scared to admit my own feelings.."

"oh..i mean..nick said-"

"doesnt matter. im sorry."

enemy!chris who actually feels guilty.

"but..you said all that stuff so quick like you didnt even think.."

"i know..i didnt mean it. i was just a dick."

enemy!chris who loves make-up sex.

"yeah? fuck your tight..you feel that?"

"yeah! fuck chris.."

a/n this is a lot but its kinda my favourite one lol. i like angst so thats probably why :) needed to put some warnings which i probably should from now on for all tbh. im very aware that chris would never act like this!!! mafia matt might be out tommorow depends how im feeling tbh.

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[glossykissies]

super random thought but i can’t stop thinking about shane threatening someone who tried to be a lil too touchy with you by pointing his gun at them saying “I’ll put you down like a dog if you try something like that again”

you were helping another group, out of the kindness of your hearts because there were women and children suffering amongst them — so you’d decided to help them on their travels. nothing more, nothing less. it was ricks idea of course, always the empath, and as imagined shane was hating every minute, especially when a guy a year or so older than you was getting just a little too chatty with you.

honestly, shane understood. you were beautiful, and judging by what the group had been saying it had been a long time since they’d seen anyone else, let alone a pretty girl. as the large conjoined group walk together through the woods, shane keeps watch, a good few paces back behind everyone, gun in his grip, mouth turned down, sour about the whole thing. he knows he’s meant to be keeping watch for everyone’s safety, but he’s distracted. distracted by the sound of your laugh that he could tell was just you being polite. distracted by the sight of his arm brushing yours as you walked side by side. distracted by the fact he was a little more age appropriate for you.

shane speeds up his pace a little in order to be able to hear the conversation taking place.

“i guess what im saying is you’re lucky to be a pretty girl in a world like this. you can take your pick from pretty much anyone you want. ain’t no one gonna say no.” the guy shrugs, his arm brushing yours once more. shane clenches his jaw, watching the way you get awkward for a moment as you stare ahead.

“not sure i see it that way. just creates more danger. thank you, though.” don’t thank the bastard — shane thinks. he doesn’t deserve it.

“yeah, i know that, i guess—” the guy dismisses, unphased by your closed off tone. “but you gotta enjoy the mundane pleasures, you know? things like dating around, messin’ about… could make life more fun.” he smirks suggestively. shane watches as his arm snakes around your waist. “i could show you how to have fun.”

“not interested.” you clip, quickly, body language tight and uncomfortable as you shake his hand off you and step away.

“atta girl.” shane grumbles quietly, for only him to hear, body tense in anger.

“i’m gonna go ask rick how long until we reach the pharmacy.” you excuse, still polite as ever as you rush up ahead. the guy slows his pace, walking backwards distractedly as he watches the way your ass moves side to side as you walk. with his guard down, he walks backwards until the back of his head meets something cold and hard. shane’s gun.

“you don’t scream or draw attention to yourself you hear me?” his deep voice grumbles as the group travel up ahead, almost losing the two of them through the trees. the boy doesn’t dare turn around, frozen in fear as he nods.

“we did a nice thing letting you travel with us — you agree with that, kid?” shane asks, eyes up ahead as he watches the groups disappear into the treeline.

“y—yes— we’re very grateful for your hospi—”

“shutup.” shane grumbles, pushing the gun further against the base of his skull. “now i’ll be honest it weren’t my decision, ‘cus if it was my decision we would have left your asses stranded with that hoard back there and that’s just the gods honest truth. our leader… he ain’t… he don’t make the wisest decisions sometimes so i gotta protect us n’make sure his mistakes don’t get us killed.” shane rambles, almost out of breath.

“i’m… confused—”

“i’m sayin’ don’t make us regret saving your asses. you put a hand on that girl, you speak to her hell— you even breathe near her and i’ll put you down like a dog and let your group watch you bleed out, do i make myself clear?” shane grits his teeth, letting his jealousy rear its ugly head.

“crystal! crystal clear, sir.” the boy breathes and shane nods behind him before giving him a shove on the shoulder.

“good. now walk.”

[clouisluvr]

i need a part 3 of sean diaz hc IM STARVEDDD‼️

ask and (11 months later) you shall receive!

- deep conversations always happen whilst laying on the floor. he’ll lay on his back with an arm propped under his head and listen intently to everything you have to say

- hangs on to your every word if youre talking about something important like .. his eyes will go kinda big because he’s so focused on you he kinda forgets to blink LOL

- grabs onto your hands when hes nervous, like just clutches onto them and squeezes. likes when you rub the back of his hand with ur thumb for extra reassurance

- sean sees the world so artistically and beautifully so a feature of yours you’ve never noticed before is accentuated in his art. a beauty spot you didnt notice, a dimple you never knew about. he loves every little detail about you

- faye webster enjoyer! indie pop lover in general tbh. loves listening to music with you (earbud user because he hates how headphones feel on his head) and will always think of you when he listens to certain songs

- i think if you told him you like his hair long he’d let it GROWWW. like so long he can tie it into a bun, but it would annoy him after a while and he’d cut it to like ep1 length. will let you and daniel put his hair in pigtails with bows (he’ll joke about being coquette)

- loves going on drives with you. sometimes daniel tags along but he prefers when its just the two of you. definitely likes listening to frank ocean whilst the sun sets (it reminds him of gta😭)

- has a bad habit of putting on this cynical teen front (like his journal entry about trump winning LOL) and you give him an outlet to be sincere and sensitive which leads to him opening up about his mom

- sean feels a weird sense of guilt when he criticises karen in front of daniel because he knows he’s too young to really remember and feel upset about it. but he feels even worse doing it in front of his dad because he feels like his emotions take up too much space. like it overshadows the betrayal his dad must feel.

- so instead he adopts a mostly indifferent, partially angry attitude towards his mom leaving to disguise the genuine sadness and resentment. the inability to understand how she could just up and leave. when you give sean the space to actually .. feel everything, he breaks down. it deepens the bond he has with you, he feels theres no judgement to be cruel, selfish, or upset around you.

- seans newfound sensitivity from dating you also lets him be unashamedly happy about the holiday season. he is done pretending to be over christmas, bring out the ugly jumpers and candy canes!!

- esteban is in SHOCK. sean is up early during his winter break to *checks notes* decorate?? convinced it must be crack.

- not sure what the american equivalent of winter wonderland is, but he saves up money from his part time job to take you, his dad and daniel to a winter festival! he kinda breaks the bank but has no regrets!! gets you hot chocolates and treats, also spends an embarrassing amount on game tickets trying to win you a prize😭 you tell him its ok but he will keep trying until he gets you SOMETHING!

- at some point he’ll sneak off with you to give you the sweetest kiss ever. will hold your chin in his hand and tilt your head up to kiss you. he’s not huge on pda (especially with his dad in the vicinity) BUT he’s in such a good mood he cant pass up the chance. starts smiling through the kiss because he’s so happy

- that definitely inspires art of you looking flushed with slightly swollen lips but a look of warmth in your eyes. probably gives it to you as a christmas gift! tells you its one of the many many moments he felt himself falling even more in love with you

- he hates the cold but loves the excuse to cling to you constantly. “sean.. i need to pee.” “pretty sure if i let go of you i’ll instantly get frostbite soo..”

- nervous and geeky when you guys first start dating, but gets SUPERRR suave as time goes on it kinda makes you weak in the knees. will cup your cheek mid conversation and stroke your cheek with his thumb. will backhug you and kiss your neck. will kiss the back of your hand if hes feeling VERY romantic… whore activity tbh!

- hickey enthusiast omg its BAD hes an addict. but god forbid you give him one because he will freak about lyla seeing and giving him grief over it. has a thing for marking you and knowing you like how it feels

- loves when you wrap your arms around his neck!! gives him this super strong sense of security, he’ll always wraps his arms around your waist.

- HATES when people talk at the movies. you, sean and daniel all went to see fnaf and daniel would not stop turning to both of you to explain the lore incase you were confused😭 not even whispering mind you! infuriates sean but its him telling you and daniel to stop talking that gets the reaction of an angry parent asking him to “be quiet or leave!” his eye twitches when you and daniel start laughing at him LOLL

- ushanka hat bandit. will wear them even during SUMMER! always paired with a tank top and jeans or a striped hoodie. i think sean has slutty hips so u love the tank top x low rise jeans combo he wears in summer LMAOO :P

- likes to cuddle with your back facing him so he can kiss your shoulder.

- likes to post discreet pictures of you on his main ig but his spam account is like 90% you LMAO. posts photodumps filled with dumb text messages between you both and candid pictures of you

- gets overprotective of you in a similar way to how he is with daniel, sometimes you have to remind him you’re there to protect him too

- will lay his head on your shoulder when hes in need of comfort. also a subtle way of asking you to play with his hair (he will melt)

- likes if you put your hands in his jacket pocket when it’s cold so he can hold it in there!!

- goes through phases where he ALWAYS wants to be on the phone with you. like you could be on the way over and he’ll stay on call until you’re in his house

- has a bad habit of getting into petty arguments with you that start off playful, like debating over what the best chocolate bar is but he’ll end up taking it too far and getting legit mad LMAO. you both end up cackling about managing to argue over chocolate

- plans his future with you in it. knows he always wants to be in close proximity to you, daniel and his dad no matter what! he can’t imagine life without you and tbh he doesnt want to.

not sure what hits me at like midnight that makes me wanna write hcs but as always im too sleepy to proofread so ignore any mistakes! also sorry if you dont celebrate christmas, i was projecting a little LOL

hope u all enjoy!💗

[t00them00n]

Bf!bakugo headcanons

More headcanons/masterlist

- He will try be affectionate through aggressive (not surprising tbf😭) like he’ll force u to take a gift and be in denial that its a gift like “u should to put on these earrings ur ears are ugly as is”

- essentially hes lowk a bully LMFAO but lovingly somehow??

- can cook well but makes a lot too spicy😭

- has some weird ass power grip on u while hes sleeping like he’ll be spooning u until morning and u won’t be able to get up unless u wake him up to release u💀

- speaking of acc hes a HEAVY sleeper

- his family loves u and they lowk steal u away from him too much that it pisses him off so he yells at mitsuki for not leaving u alone😭

- when bakugos (lovingly) rude to u mitsuki 1000% scolds him aggressively

- he lowk likes pda?? Maybe idk

- for dates hes defo the type to just say “be ready by __” even if its a normal date he doesnt tell u for idky cus when u ask where ur going he’ll just repeat to be ready by a certain time but more angrily 😭

- always wants to and is the big spoon lol

- hes so indirectly affectionate idk how to explain it well enough like he’ll see u eyeing something in a shop then buy it himself pretending he didnt get it bc he saw u looking at it,, and if u try tease him abt it hes so ass with his excuses😭 like “i didnt buy it for u dont get a fat head, i regret getting it tho u just take it”

- apart from being rude for affection (lol) hes lowk physically affectionate to make up for it like hes very big on kissing ur head briefly and holding ur hand etc in public and even at home hes clingy ish not like a lot but a decent amount??

- very house-husband material like hes on it with chores and cleaning

- not a gymrat but is a gymrat?? Like half of his gym motivation to maintain his physique is bc of how u ogle when hes shirtless LMAO

- hes big on helping u out like acts of service? hes still incapable of verbally showing that tho💀 like he’ll force u to let him build a cabinet for u because ‘you’ll mess up the instructions’ or he’ll make u a meal bc ‘u wont be able to make the dish as well as him’

My headcanons for bakugo are always weirdly detailed im so sorry theyre not as cutesy as i wish😭😭

My requests r open for anything u can ask me any specific headcanons for bakugo or any character aswell!! Tysm for reading 🫶🫶

[pumpkins-journal]

✮ When He Smiles ✮

gn!reader x choso (can be platonic or pre-relationship)

You're curious about how the man could be so expressive, and yet... (Pure fluff n vibes)

inspired by that one panel of embarrassed choso and the thought of him sending dog stickers w a straight face just tickles me

also posting this on mobile bc im impatient so sorry its a bit ugly looking aUGH i might fix it when i get home (update i fixed it a lil)

Choso was an enigma to you. When you talk to him he'd have an aura of indifference about everything around him. He always seemed so… detached. Even with pestering his dear half-brother to call him big brother, the only semblance of excitement he'd show was a slight pitch in tone laced with a firm insistence.

Which is why you'd be caught off guard when you’d start communicating via text. You’d double-take at the cute emojis attached to his messages, the occasional puppy stickers meeting your gaze. 

you: choso is that a dog choso: Yes. Yuji taught me how to send these stickers. Do you like them? you: yea i do! choso: I'm glad. I'll be sure to keep using them then. 😄 choso: He also taught me how emojis work.

It was especially curious when you’d find yourself looking over his shoulder, watching him respond to his little brother in the same manner- emojis, stickers and all- and your eyes would trail up to see that same deadpanned look on his face. Once he returned your gaze, you leaned back, face warm with embarrassment.

“Ah, sorry. Was I too close?” you asked. 

“No, you’re fine.” Choso shook his head before showing his screen. “Yuji was showing me a trailer for a movie he'd like to see. It's supposed to be about the lives of people, their relationship with the creatures in their world and teamwork.” You looked down at the screen, watching a scene of a young boy with a small yellow mouse-like creature.

“I think I may like this one. He reminds me of Yuji.”

You couldn't help but smile at this.

“You really love your brother, huh?”

“I do.” he lowered the phone as the video played. “I love all of my brothers equally and as deeply. As the oldest, it's my duty to protect them and care for them.”

“Hmm.” you mused as you sat next to him while he replied to the messages. You stared out into the fields before you and leaned back, the silence keeping you company.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Hm?”

You tapped your finger against the bench, trying to form the question in your head.

“I've noticed that you don't… really emote much? Not outside of fighting, I mean. Not that that's a bad thing! I was just curious.”

“Hm.”

The silence made you acutely aware of an uncomfortable pit in your stomach, already regretting asking a question that probably drew more attention to how different he was.

Something you already know he struggles with.

“Hey, uh, you don't have to answer–”

“I'm not the best at expressing myself.”

You paused, tilting your head at him in surprise. His face was still focused on the screen.

“Emotions are draining. It takes so much energy to smile, to cry, to laugh. I can feel it all, and I embrace it– it helps me feel the slightest bit human, but it's hard to convey that. I'm aware oftentimes it makes me come across as uncaring, so I'm thankful for learning about emojis and stickers. Hopefully they can get across my feelings better when I talk to others.”

He turned to you, head tilted ever so slightly.

“Sorry if you’ve been uncomfortable all this time.”

“What- no!” You waved a hand. “It’s not a big deal, I was just curious! It kinda makes sense in a way, lots of people are like that.”

“..Are they?” You didn't miss how his eyes widened just a touch at this. You nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, some people can speak their mind, while others struggle. It's just a part of being human, I think. It doesn't make you weird or anything like that! Y'know, Nanami also tends to be straight faced, it adds to his vibe.”

“Yes, but I'm also aware that his 'vibes' make him incompatible outside of sorcery work. He doesn't seem to like to entertain Yuji or the other children when they're having fun, unlike Gojo.”

“What, do you wanna be like Gojo then?”

You watched as his face scrunched up in response, the line across his nose becoming uneven.

“I would rather be exorcised, actually.”

You paused at this before breaking out in a fit of laughter. Choso watched as joyful tears rolled down your cheeks, grin stretching from ear to ear. The mark on his nose settled into a warmer, more bubby form as a gentle smile appeared on his face.

A smile that you caught as you opened your eyes, your heart skipping a beat.

“..Hey, Choso?”

“Mh-hm?”

Your smile softened as well, cheeks tingling from your earlier outburst.

“You have a very handsome smile.”

The male tensed at this, covering his face as he turned away. You grinned at his bashfulness, nudging him slightly.

“Oh, c'mon! Can't take a compliment?” you teased, watching his ears turn a few shades darker. He tried to shoo you away with his free hand, only succeeding in making your playful bullying more insistent.

Expressionless or not, you knew that when Choso felt things, he felt them with everything he had.

That being said, you made sure to treasure the memory of his smile for the rest of your days, a rare treat for you and you only.

[miss-anachronism]

for requests. i need. valen x male magister merlin. im a sucker for this guy. anything really. thank you!

Ooh, I’ve never read an x reader/MC fic, let alone written one! New territory, as exciting as it is scary.

I’m not so sure I have a good grip on Valen’s character, but I tried to write it from his perspective. I hope this suits your needs! It gets a bit philosophical. And sorry if its OOC :,)

He isn’t sure what to think, really.

They’re sitting around a dying campfire, just outside the borders of the Dark Forest. Lorsan is pacing somewhere in the distance, muttering to himself, or to the wind, maybe. Trying to figure out what’s happened to his home. Korin leans against a tree, tending to his wounds- courtesy of Merlin. The magister himself is across from Valen, wrapping his own wound and chattering with his hamsters.

Logically, Valen knows that the lesson he should have taken from this scramble is a lot more profound than what’s been on his mind. He should be contemplating the Wilders, the forest, their next steps, how to protect the refugees. And he’s trying to, but it’s just that something- someone- keeps catching his attention.

He didn’t know Merlin could bleed.

It’s such a silly observation. But as Valen watches the angry red wound on Merlin’s forearm, his gut twists. It’s like seeing a god’s flesh tear, and seeing that its blood is the same bright red as his own.

Valen isn’t sure what exactly Merlin is. As far as he knows, no one does, not even Merlin himself. But to the average young Lightbearer, he’s a myth. A legendary figure that you might glimpse once in your life, but would never get to meet. Never speak with, let alone camp alongside. Fight alongside. Merlin throws his head back to laugh at something Chippy has said, and something stirs in Valen’s ribs, something he knows is dangerous.

All of this is dangerous. Merlin is not someone to be loved; Valen has seen what happened to Mirael. Forgotten about, left in the dust, accidentally as it was. The way she watches Merlin, her face made of mixed admiration, bitterness, and regret. He wonders if she would take it all back, if she could. Scariest of all, when she bid them farewell, the look in her eyes sent an ugly pain of jealousy through Valen’s chest. And he doesn’t want that to happen to him, selfish as that may be. Every time Merlin falls asleep, he risks waking up knowing nothing.

Besides, what is Valen to a hero of myth? His whole life has been barely a blink in Merlin’s. Whatever he is, there is no reasonable way Valen could ever mean something to Merlin the way that Merlin is beginning to mean something to him. Merlin will outlive him a thousand times over. And he’s probably met a thousand different people, fallen in love with quite a few of them. Someone who has experienced so much life, so much loss, can they still love? Could they ever?

And yet, he bleeds. It’s such a human weakness that it seems impossible. Valen knew heroes could bleed; he didn’t know gods could. Merlin does not go about the world serene and calculating, watching every moment with practiced ease. He stumbles, laughs, misses with his spells. He jostles Valen’s pauldron excitedly when they win a fight, he’s the last to flee when they lose, ensuring everyone else has disengaged safely. He has only one dimple, on his left cheek. Sometimes he speaks so fast his words blend together, and Hammie has to remind him to slow down. It’s endearing. It’s human. Valen doesn’t know what to do with it. Because it was so much easier, to write off affection as admiration. When the pieces had first clicked, he thought it all made sense. The natural pull that the magister gave off- yes, of course, it was just Merlin’s nature. But they’re a week into this camaraderie, and Valen keeps noticing things like the lick of hair on his neck that doesn’t sit flat.

Pretty fucking annoying, that’s what it is. Valen’s always prouded himself on his ability to swerve out of love’s path. He can flirt and charm all he wants, but at the end of the day all the love letters he receives are ink and paper, nothing more. Whenever someone seriously reciprocates- god forbid- he disengages as smoothly as he can, lest they get the wrong impression.

But Merlin has changed all that, somehow. Impossibly so. He supposes it’s in his nature, to take everything and turn it upside down. Valen doesn’t want to flirt with the Magister, to laugh as he flushes under his praise. Well, it would be nice, he always has liked the attention; but the thing is, that isn’t the point. With Merlin, he just wants to be. No performance, no elaborate courtship. Just… be. Together. All this, for someone who is more myth than man.

It seems like the scariest thing he’s ever faced.

“Valen?”

He jumps as the magister suddenly speaks, and realizes with mounting embarrassment that he’s been staring the whole time. Luckily, the magister grins good-naturedly- and ah, there’s that dimple again.

“Lost in thought?”

“You could say that.”

He leans back on his hands and forces his face into a smirk. It’s easier than he anticipated; despite everything, Merlin makes it simple to be around him.

“I’ve been meaning to say,” Merlin mirrors his position as Chippy and Hammie scuttle away, the former setting off on a quest to climb the nearest tree, “I really appreciate your help in all of this. Coming along, and aiding me- far past your assigned duties. It isn’t lost to me.”

Valen gives him a look. “Of course, magister. I’m not one to leave danger to fester; I’m sorry you ever had that impression of me.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s…” Merlin’s brow furrows as he collects his thoughts. “You know, you seem so… charmingly nonchalant. Like nothing bothers you. But that clearly isn’t true. You care a lot, Valen, and it’s really, really nice to see. You’re someone who is just… good, you know? And I appreciate it.” He grins sheepishly. “Sorry. Kinda cheesy compliment. I’ve lost all my memories, you know, but being around you- and Lorsan, Cassadee, Mirael- honestly, I don’t feel like I’m missing much of anything. Everything I need is right here.”

He shrugs and turns back to the fire, as if he has not sent Valen’s mind reeling. Functionally, Merlin has been aware for only a week- one week out of thousands of years. He’s wondered how he’s been so calm about the whole thing, and…

And it’s hard to believe, but it’s much harder to doubt what Merlin says, not as he stares into the fire with that soft smile. It dawns on Valen that he probably knows more about Merlin than Merlin does- all of the legends, at least. And yet, despite that insurmountable legacy, despite the name and title that bears unimaginable weight, Merlin is… content. Content in just moving forward, and hoping he’s doing the right thing.

And isn’t that all that Valen’s doing, as well? He doesn’t deserve all this praise; he always shies away from large displays of gratitude, loathing how awkward they make him feel. Because he’s just moving forward, and trying to do the right thing. It’s a simple motive, really. Faith, and what effort it takes to retain it. He always thought Merlin would have some deeper, existential knowledge of the world that would put all else to shame- access to the secrets of the universe, and what not. And, certainly, his magical capabilities are second to none- but his philosophy, the way he lives; it very well might be human after all.

Maybe the usual Merlin, the one with all his memories, is the knowledgeable, immovable sage that Valen grew to look up to. Maybe, once restored, Merlin will become that god-like fairytale hero, wisdom surpassing all others, power knowing no ends.

Selfishly, Valen hopes that never happens. That the Merlin in front of him stays the same, annoying dimple and all, and keeps looking at Valen like that. Like he sees something in him that Valen never knew was there. He hopes Merlin never raises above their quips, their banter.

He know’s it’s all in vain. But god, he hopes.

[scramjettracy]

Hey Scottie, this is a bit of an odd one and it’s okay not to answer. I’ve got a close family member in hospital right now and im struggling to know what to do - i it really hard visiting and theyre not awake so its… wierd and sad. Need some big brother advice and encouragement. Thanx

Hey there, Anon

Ah it is such a hard time and I’m so sorry your family is going though this. All the hugs from us.

I guess this kind of thing is different for everyone and there’s no right or wrong answer. And actually what works on one day might not feel right another so - basically go with the flow and be kind to yourself.

It can feel really easy to despair and feel helpless and think you can’t DO anything so there is no point in you going at all. But there is.

The main thing to remember is we don’t know for sure how much people are aware of, even on maybe a very basic instinctive level. There are so many cases where people have remembered conversations that happened when they were heavily sedated or even in a coma! Just because they aren’t giving any sign they know you are there, doesn’t mean they don’t know. They may find it incredibly comforting to hear your voice or feel your hand, or just know there is someone in the room who loves them.

At the same time, you have to look after you too and so if there are days you can’t face it - that is ok as well.

It’s also fine to sit there with another person too and have a chat to them - you don’t have to be focussed entirely on your person in the bed. They’ll be glad of the company anyway.

I’ve sat bedside vigil a fair amount, as you know. And one of those times… for a good couple of weeks we genuinely couldn’t be sure if we’d get him back and it was agonising. And it felt so pointless talking or anything because… well. But the silence was worse and I couldn’t help but think that if he was aware of what was going on, he’d HATE the silence.

So while I spent quite a lot of time just holding his hand I also chatted quite a bit. Sometimes I talked about fun times from our childhoods, sometimes a story or fact I’d heard that I figured would interest him. Sometimes it was just rubbish, you know? Described the staff there, what the weather was like, a dog I’d seen in the carpark. I did describe the contents of my backpack to him in ridiculous detail one time and on another I recited the first hundred or so places of pi because I knew it would annoy him? Sometimes I sang stuff… sometimes I read to him. Told him a couple of my worst dad jokes to see if I could annoy him into reacting…

Sometimes - I’m not going to lie - I was telling him off for scaring us and all the reasons why he HAD to wake up because we couldn’t do without him. Poor guy didn’t get a break from my nagging even when he was in a coma.

And sometimes I just sat there and ugly cried. And I think he’d have understood, you know?

Thing is - all of it is exactly as you say - weird and sad. And awkward. And sometimes kinda embarrassing because we aren’t designed for one way communication. And actually if you’re the kind of person who is more comfortable sitting quietly that is just as valuable - you don’t have to become a stranger just because you’re in a strange situation.

Sometimes they will wake up and it will all eventually become a strange, nightmarish memory and things will be good again.

Sometimes though, they won’t. And these will be your last times with them - if that is the case I doubt you’ll regret for a minute the time you spent there even if they haven’t responded and you didn’t say anything profound or whatever.

And those last times, though not how you’d have wanted, won’t in any way cancel out the good times you’ve had together before.

I hope you’ve got people around you - make sure you chat to them too, say when it’s hard, let them help you, don’t feel like you have to experience it all on your own.

Take care anon, loads of love to you

S x

[just-some-random-blogger]

When We Cross

There are those that prefer travelling with a partner, be it for companionship or their inability to ask for ketchup by themselves. To Pedro, that person was you.

Pedro Pascal x Reader | >700 | cw: fem!reader, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: im trying a new layout for the description and i cant tell if its ugly or im just too used what i normally do. oh well

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

You know what would be really nice? A sundae.

Pedro makes a mental note to bring this up after he's gotten to the meetup place.

He makes a sound as he walks down the block. It's a balmy day, nearing the borderline of sweltering. It was manageable to him though. He huffs as he thinks of how sweaty you'd probably be.

Pedro makes a face at the people walking in front of him.

Can these people walk any slower. Like, bro? I've got places to be.

He adjusts the straps of his bags as he overtakes the people in front of him.

He huffs as he reaches the end of the street. A grumble leaves his lips when the pedestrian light goes red the moment his feet touch the curb. The people he overtook are now behind him. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

Pedro brings his hands into his pocket. He pulls out his phone and takes a moment to look at his lockscreen. It's you and him. He can't help the way his lips curve at the sight of it. He really liked this photo. He liked that dress on you and the way you did your hair. He also liked the fact you were licking his cheek. Weirdo.

He licks his lips and tells himself not to think about that day too much, lest he combust on the sidewalk.

His phone dings in his hand: BRO WHERE ARE YOU?

Pedro presses the message quickly replies: almost there :P

Another ding: ?? you mean 😛

Another ding: also HURRY THE FUCK UP

Pedro does not reply and crosses the street instead. As he clutches his bag, his mind drifts to the healthy amount of times you and him crossed the street. He imagines the straps were your fingers in this moment. He feels fuzzy. It's not the same though. Why did you have to be so far away?

He weaves through the crowd and passes a bunch of people seated in the outdoor tables of a café, laughing their heads off. His eyes linger for a moment then he cringes.

Was everyone that loud in cafés? Us too? Geez.

Pedro makes sure his bag doesn't bump into a street light. In doing so, he turns right and catches sight of a drugstore. He thinks of the last time you went to a drugstore together. You raided their first aid section and bought all the cartoon band aids. And well, to be fair, there were only 3 boxes.

He chuckles to himself as he thinks about how you wore a whole purple band aid on your cheek as a pimple patch.

"Cute," he mutters as he watches where he steps on the pavement.

Finally, he's arrived.

He walks into the mall and immediately spots the impeccably impatient woman pacing around just by the entrance.

Pedro walks over to her, "I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry it took so long. These stupid fucks walk so slow."

"Yeah, it's totally not your fault that you woke up late at-"

"It was five minutes!"

"HA! You mean five hours!"

They begin to argue in Spanish. Eyes are rolled. Lips are pressed in annoyance.

"Whatever!" Pedro finally sasses, raising a hand.

She sasses back, "ugly," she grabs her carry on luggage and they begin to walk off. She motions to the department store on her left, "you should buy a bar."

Pedro glances where she points. He sees the chocolates on display then eyes her hotly.

She raises a brow and shrugs, "a reason to call."

"Quit it," he blurts.

"What?"

Pedro begins to get annoyed.

"You clearly need one, Pedrito."

"I said q uit it."

She groans, "just do it. If you didn't want to, you'd have changed your wallpaper by now."

"I did."

She scoffs and raises her palm in expectation.

Pedro turns away from his annoying sibling. He regrets loving her so much. If he didn't, maybe he'd have bolted and left her all by herself.

"Gimme it. Now," his sister snarls.

He rubs his moustache. She punches his arm.

He releases a breath. He gives her his phone even with the knowledge it will be extremely bad for him.

She opens it once its in her hands. She stops in her tracks when she sees the photo. Pedro manages two steps before he realizes this. He turns to his baby sister and she pouts.

She lowers the phone. Her brother really did change the wallpaper. It used to be a photo of you, now it's a photo of you and him. "Pedro..."

Pedro waits for her to say something more. She only frowns and repeats, "ay, Pedro."

He shrugs, " 's what it is."

She hands him back his phone. They keep walking.

[ryuseibutgayer]

I’m hopping on the yamagishi agenda.. Yamagishi watching in awe as his girlfriend kicks ASS to protect him(and maybe mizo mid in general)

HIII thank you for your request!! <3 so sorry for the late reply :v I tried my best to provide the envisioning I thinnnnk you want? Hope I did :v let's beat some ASS, anon 😤

TW: beating up, Swearing, Makoto theft, blood mentions, Makoto pervy, Takuya future job reference

ꜱᴍᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇ

YAMAGISHI

• He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. That's all. Then some assholes decided that he looked funny.

• The second he spoke up to try and defend himself even the tiniest sliver, he immediately regretted it as the tallest one stood closer to him with that ugly stretched neck look.

• The thing that Yamagishi wasn't clenched and prepared for was you to come flying out from behind him- landing your foot square on that ugly bitch's face

• Yamagishi thought he'd been hit actually, so he'd flinched and dropped his ass back against the pavement- you can imagine his face when he looked up and it was y o u kicking ass

• This boy would immediately get right back up and start trying to find the best angle to watch

• He would start SCREAMING cheers and supporting you kicking ass

• God knows he can't do it himself

• Once you come back over to him after handing them back their last ass, he'd hold your face in his hands and start saying the most self-berative thanks to you💀💀 he'd also question how the fuck you did that

• expect ice cream later, constant bowing for the next week, and maybe a little hesitation he has with you when horse playing

AKKUN

• Oh God not the pretty boy

• Why him

• 😭 people were makin fun of his clean looks n shit like they could look half as good

• They were right out at the front of the school (exhibitionist jackassed punks)

• Akkun was ready to fucking take it just to get it over with with a gritted face as the brown haired assholw held him up by his collar

• AND THEN BAMMO YOU COME IN FUCKIN UP THAT BASTARDS ARM, LETS GO (nice job)

• Akkun just fell and got dust in his eyes 😭 after he rubbed his scratched butt and rubbed the dirt out of his vision, you were on top of the guy?? Goddamn you rabid freak, girl go off beatin his ass like that

• Yeah Akkun was worried tho so he shouted a tiny bit after he figured the guy had enough and trieda pullya off a tad

• Once you were back on your feet, the both of you were standing there out of breath just looking at each other all bewildered like 😧

• Then akkun would speak up and ask you "where the hell did you learn that, y/n-"

• He'd end up barely listening to your explanation and drag you off to the school nurse for your little scratches and knuckles

• He's gonna make sure he walks you home that day to make sure you both have the time to talk about- alla that

• He'll ask you to try and keep it in check, but he'll definitely thank you- he's STILL shocked at that

• He'll ask you try and not get involved with his bs affairs, just to make sure you'll be safe and not get in trouble for anything he dragged you into

• Sweet pomp boy <3

TAKUYA

• Mr future drug dealer

• IM KIDDING, ITS OVER THE COUNTER LAXATIVES TFYM, COOL IT Y/N

• Anyways

• Yeahhhh he was approached by some cunty punk that heard he was getting good grades in his science classes and started pushing onto Takuya with his "will you tutor me?? 🥺" bullshit

• Takuya obviously just flat out tried to express he didn't wanna be associated with this guy and his grunts, even if it meant helping him out

• Guess what set the idiot off

• y/n I can't imagine how mad you must've been going around the school looking for your boyfriend just to find him shoved onto the floor by someone that wasn't you

• "Only I sexualize bullying my boyfriend you bitch" vibes

• so of course you knocked that low grade asshole in the side of the head

• Once you got that punk just dazzled and walking in a dumb little circle, Takuya got up in time to slug him in the jaw for the final pinch and bwoof, suddenly there's a punk on the floor

• Takuya just was so grateful and physically affectionate after that

• He'd check ya all around to make sure you're all set, give you a hug or a noogie, then you'd both walk to the infirmary (his favorite place <3) ew takuya

• expect giggles and shits in the nurse's office like two little psychos until you both went home to watch a movie together

MAKOTO

• Yeah he's a thief, so what? B)

• Makoto kinda stole some cash from this unattended wallllleeeeeet..

• It kinda belonged to a big bad guyyyy....

• And he was kind offff being held against the wall of the alley outside a grocery store you two planned to meet at that day to grab snackkkkks, soooo

• BWAM SLAM HIS FACE IN THE GLASS

• GET 'IM IN THE SPINE Y/N, GRAHHH

• You absolutely got that guy's blood all over the pavement, look at you go

•Makoto practically shit himself when he got approached by in the first place

• THEN he almost shit himself when someone kicked him in the head

• Makoto was this . close to leaking that shit down his pant leg when he realized the person beating up that delinquent was you.

•......girl.

• Imma be dead ass with you, Makoto is horrified, but from that point on it's an immediate turn-on.

• He's gonna suggest some weird ass service in order to thank you, but ofc what else

• HE'LL BUY YOU DINNER FIRST, DONT DISCARD HIS CLASS MK

• speaking of, he bought all the snacks you breathed on in that grocery store after.

[wolfertinger]

this is an ask regarding the rape that happened and will be slightly explicit in ways unrelated to the actual assault that took place. i started tyoing this before hand and have to restart due to my window glitching and either deleting or sending the ask. if you have another similar shorter ask about this that is why, i am writing this purely because i felt uncomfortable trying explain one of my main points due to the nature of this whole situation. i will still try to explain it again but none the less, this ask will not feel good to read because it has to do with an actual rape that took place, a actual rape that wis still tries to defend on some level-even as she tries to shift focus on the other people who have victims often fair too young unrelated to swayer at all she still defends mari by association of her having abused sawyer.

i didnt say this before despite having been having this blog in my feed for a while, but i legitmately thought mari was cis when i first saw sawyer speak up on this. i also saw them speak up by pure happenstance since i try and listen to victims when i see a post of them speaking up about what happened to them. i saw this before wis inserted herself into it all if i understand the timeline of that correctly, i learned what had happened between mari and sawyer before i really started following this blog and i found out off tumblr.

my assumption reading, with none the context of this blog and sawyers blog, was that mari was a cis woman who assaulted her gender ambigous (thats still the best way i feel i can describe sawyers identity) trans partner. my perspective, before wis invovled herself and forced sawyer to go into detail about their trauma publically, was a cis woman raping a trans person.

the only reasons i can think of wis feeling it was okay to out mari as a trans woman are either

A: outing a fellow trans woman is justified because it hurts sawyer.

or

B: mari clearly had to be trans because she was inside sawyer, and therefore it wasnt outing her.

as a afab i can confirm its possible to be inside someone without having had some form on bottom surgery. its normal to view having a strap inside someone as "being inside them." its normal to view fingering/fisting as "being inside someone." it is possible for two people without penises, born that way or post op, to be "inside" eachother. there are so many ways, none related to genitalia, that someone, ANYONE, could be inside someone.

even with what we have been told we dont know exactly how mari was assaulting sawyer when she woke up to it happening. we can rudely and grossly make assumptions (something that im trying my best to avoid), but we have no way of knowing. "inside" is the vaguest way one can describe either sex or rape of some kind of penetrative nature. that is the only information i remember sawyer ever giving on it, both before and after wis forced them to explain in detail the ways she had been abused and assaulted by mari.

either wis has incorrect, and inherently queerphobic (even if such thoughts would be internalized they are still queerphobic), sentiments on the nature of "being inside" someone or she only put herself in this all so she could justify harassing and abusing sawyer publicly for everyone to see. i literally cant think of any other explanations for why she thought outing mari was okay in any way. the more you examine the way wis has acted throughout all this the uglier it all gets. she seems like a genuinely vile woman.

"about last

i sincerely hope you regret this one day, and cringe at your unjust cruelty. i hope sawyer receives an apology from you. you've proven you are nothing but a horrible, despicable, ugly and nasty person on the inside, wis. and it will NOT be forgotten."

i think, the worst part is. wis has ADMITTED, mari is a rapist. she ADMITTED what mari did. MARI FROM THE OUTSET, TOLD HER WHAT HAPPENED. with ALL of the info, both sides of the story, and all of the context. wis still chose to support, a rapist, over a rape victim.

wis is a rape apologist. simple as.

[yanderefarm]

Doll anon here this me when people compliment me: ( 〃▽〃) seriously it makes me happy that we all similarly want to treat Silvan like a stress ball, idk if this will be as good but more doll thoughts

Imagine someone somehow accidentally or even purposefully scarring Silvan, im thinking like large gash or burn over one of his eyes, and when Silvan awakes and realizes i can only imagine the absolute despair especially with his master being nowhere to be seen, just the maids and doctor, eventually there's no choice but for him to be completely strapped to his bed, both for the safety of others and especially himself, he still tries of course, wailing until his voice is gone the entire time, eventually he just stops and becomes completely unresponsive, well until his master finally comes back, maids in toe, with loads of new clothes and makeup, masks, eyepatches, and matching outfits for every occasion, he probably wont realize the truth at first, assuming his master is just getting an idea of how he will be posed and clothed while displayed with the others, and yet even in the face of such things, part of him is overjoyed, his master isnt throwing him away!!! He can still be a decent doll for his master!!!! It isnt until reader throws a party dressing Silvan to the nines, the purpose of the party being for reader to show off how exactly they make their dolls, of course to Silvan's suprise he's not the one being used as an example, no insteads its the person who hurt him, and as Silvan watches in both a bit of horror and awe, he notices something, your going out of your way to make this as painful for the person as possible, this isnt just a matter of showing off your skills, its a warning, anyone who touches whats yours will live to regret it, if its the last thing you do, Silvan is practically starstruck through the whole party, but he swears his heart might beat out of his chest after its over, when you sit him down and kiss and hold his smaller hands in yours, when you apologize! For leaving him for so long, reader explains they had to go a decent distance to custom order Silvans new clothes and accessories, especially the makeup really its practically a crime how far away you have to go for that particular brand, but of course, its all worth it in the end, anything for your favorite doll :) and as unfortunate as this all is really, he does look quite cute with his new lacy eyepatches and porcelain masks, if anything it just makes him look more and more like a real doll, your precious doll :)

THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAAAA

i think he'd have some lasting insecurities about it too. he has to be supervised at all times because if he looks in the mirror when he's alone he'll start to panic and he'll end up hurting himself. with some constant escort like a maid or a guard he can't get the chance to.

sometimes it hurts too especially if its a burn he can feel the phantom pain in his face and it's terrible. he's waking up in the middle of the night screaming and crying in pain and fear because not only does it hurt but it reminds him that he's ugly. the only traits he's good for and one of them is ruined!! he needs lots of late night cuddles

[cheyennee0]

A Little Girl.

Mentions of SA.

Warning: self harm, and other depressing things that are hard to explain.

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I was crying again, he did it AGAIN, I hate him. Oh God, he's walking in. "Sweetheart, i'm sorry.. I don't know what came over me." I wanna yell and argue, but all that came out of my mouth was none of that.

"it's okay.." I say, tears filling my eyes, but I quickly wipe them away, he doesn't notice, but he says something else, "Good, now get cleaned up, I don't want mom knowing." He walks out, I stand up, and go to the bathroom to wash my face. He walks in the bathroom, "And by the way, if you tell anyone, you'll regret it." I start shaking.

"O-okay.." He leaves, and I continue washing my face, I look in the mirror, "I'm so ugly", I think to myself, I go to my room, turning off the light as I walk out, as I go into my room, I see my old kn!f3 I used to use when I got upset, I grab it, contemplating "Should I really do this?.." I think about it for a second, but then put it to my wrist, and cvt, I start crying and grab a bandaid and put it to the spot I cvt, I hear footsteps coming to my room, so I quickly put the kn!f3 up, they walk in, it's my mom.

"Hey sweetie, do you want me to help you brush your hair?" She smiles softly, "No thank you, i've got it myself, I love you." I smile back. "Okay sweetie, I love you too." She says as she walks out, when she walks out I lock my door, and I grab a rope from my closet I would use when I would ride horses, I hang it up on the hook of the fan, and I make a knot, I grab a chair and I get on top of it, while I'm standing on the chair, I think for a minute.

"But I'm scared.." I just forget about the thoughts and put my head through the knot, I kick the chair and I start choking, I try to scream my moms name but it won't come out, a few hours later my mom tries to open my door, but she notices its locked, so she uses her key to open it, when she opens it she screams, "NO, MY BABY IS GONE" she cries, HE comes running to the room, "NO PLEASE" he weeps, my mom rushes me to the hospital.

A few hours later.

"Im sorry." The doctors say, "we've tried everything we could, shes gone." My mom screams and cries "NO I LOVE YOU BABY" she weeps.

at my funeral.

"She was just 'A Little Girl.'" The funeralist says.