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storiesfromafan · 2 years ago

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Dandelion

A/N: Back with Part 2! If you haven’t read Traitor, please do :) Hope this one lives up to what I wish it too. Haha. There will be a Part 3, just not sure when it will be up. As I haven’t started writing it yet. Been in a bit of a writers burnout.

Feel free to comment/message me with idea’s or anything.

Pairing: Mattheo x Fem!Reader Ravenclaw

Out of all the season’s Spring had always been your favourite, Mattheo recalled as he found himself out in a small field of wildflowers, that was a reasonable distance from the castle. It was a spot you both had spent every free moment at in Spring together. But now he was here alone, no you by his side. And it was his own responsibility you weren’t, for he ended it with you over four months ago. He had done it for the right reason, saving you from his father. From getting hurt because of him. Saving you from his darkness. Yet he missed the light you brought to his life. He missed who he was with you.

Brushing his fingers over various wildflowers that surrounded him, Mattheo recalled their individual names. Such as oxeye daisy, lesser celandine, cow parsley, dandelion. The last one being a mix of yellow flowers and the seed heads, most commonly picked and blown, its white sprouts flying off into the sky. A past time you enjoyed, claiming to make a wish with everyone. Nearly everything in his everyday routine and life reminded him of you.

When someone would say his name. Mattheo recalled how you would say his name; be it when you were happy, sad, angry, scared, breathless, sleepy, laughing. Or when he flirted with Anna. He remembered the first time he flirted with you, you had either been oblivious to it or playing hard to get. Because he knew you liked him, as he liked you too. You’d been a bit of a challenge, but in the end you both won when you got together. He hadn’t known anyone like you, still didn’t. He knew there would never be another you. He was glad about that. There was no one like his Y/N…or rather was his Y/N, he had to remind himself of that a lot.

Maybe, it's the way you say my name

Maybe, it's the way you play your game

But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you

But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

You had come into his life during a hard time. His father and the Death Eater’s had been plotting and planning their next move and possible future moves. His father had been continuously hard on him, and only getting worse. The expectations he had to live up to were great, greater than anyone his age. But then there was you.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

Meeting you at a Ministry party that he attended with Lucius and Draco. Your father putting the three of you together. You all knew each other, or rather knew of each other, rarely your path’s crossed. There were a few classes together, but Mattheo had never talked to you. But he was glad he had been placed with you, for talking to you was a breath of fresh air. You treated him and Draco like any other student. You tried to make conversation, and he tried to return it, which you were grateful for. And from there it only became more. Once back at school he seeked you out, making time to chat with you. Talking turned to flirting, and flirting led to dating. Then you became his Ravenclaw beauty, then Ravenclaw Princess after you helped him through so many spiraling moments because his father.

Mattheo picked one of the dandelions with the fuzzy white seed heads, bringing it up and examining it. He never saw the fascination you had in the weed. It didn’t hold any real beauty like a rose, but it had a unique quality.

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

He recalled the first time you’d both came to this spot. You had named the wildflowers before laying down on the grass, the wildflowers surrounding you. He thought you look breathtakingly beautiful; you were made for wildflowers. From how your soft locks sprawled out around you, to the content smile that graced your tempting lips.

Then there were your eyes. Your bright E/C orbs staring up at him, a warmth and admiration shining in your eyes as you looked at him. It brought a soft smile to his lips, as you returned his smile. In that moment Mattheo felt comfortable, at ease from how your warmth brought him happiness.

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

Mattheo slowly twirled the dandelion between his fingers, as the memories crossing his mind of you reminded him of what he missed. Silently praying he had kept you by his side. Anger slowly began to build, anger at himself for hurting you. But he slowly let it go, reminding himself over and over it was to save you.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

I think that you are the one for me

You. The brightness in that darkness of his life. The tether that kept him grounded. The one who showed him compassion and love, knowingly or unknowingly. You were everything to him. You were the one for him...but he couldn’t allow that.

The memory of the Yule Ball came to Mattheo’s mind. The first time he’d seen you dressed like the Princess you were. The dress you’d had chosen to wear was the perfect shade of F/C, fitted your frame perfectly with a skirt that flowed to the floor like water. The neckline was tasteful and the straps just thick enough and perfectly adjusted against your skin. Your neck and shoulders were on display, as your hair was up.

'Cause it gets so hard to breathe

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy

Mattheo, watching you walk towards him, left him speechless. And with some tempting thoughts. Upon coming to stand before the Slytherin male, the bright smile you gave him caused his heart to skip a beat. This beauty before him had chosen him. You took his arm, while greeting him. The happiness and pride Mattheo felt as he led you into The Great Hall, eyes looking at you both, had him standing taller and confident.

That night you had both danced the night away; be it a formal dance or when the Weird Sisters took over the stage, and you both just let go. Mattheo was able to let go, a night to be free. You were just as free. Laughing, dancing and showing Mattheo attention. From dancing together, holding hands or little kisses. He had wished that moment could have been forever.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

Being the gentleman that he was, and wanting every possible moment with you, Mattheo had walked you back to the Ravenclaw house door. During the walk you had both tried to take as long as possible. First taking a long route to the door, walking slowly, taking moments to appreciate paintings or sculptures on the walk. Anything and everything to make this moment together last.

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay, when I see you smile, smile

Eventually you made it to your destination. You both looked at each other, neither wanting to unlock your hands from the other. Mattheo brought his hand up to brush some of your framing hair behind your ear, before cupping your cheek with that hand.

“You look so beautiful tonight” he said softly, eyes locked with your own.

“Yes...you already told me that” you replied just as softly, scared if you were any louder it would break the moment.

Mattheo smiled. “I know, but you deserve to be told every minute of every day how beautiful you are”.

Those words of his made your breath hitch, before shakily exhaling. These were the moments you treasured. The reassurance of Mattheo’s feelings. He might not speak of his feelings for you, but words like this, with the looks he gave you, spoke louder than anything.

Moving closer, Mattheo finally dipped his head down and captured your lips with his. The peck was soft, testing the waters. Pulling back, he looked to your eyes, and seeing the joy and restlessness in them, he went in again. This time he was firmer, tongue coming out to run along your bottom lip for permission. You didn’t waste time, opening your mouth to him. Mattheo took the lead, his tongue dancing with your own, in a breathtaking kiss. You both could feel how the other felt.

Pulling back when air was needed, you both watched the other with a blissful smile on your faces. Mattheo continued to caress your cheek as you watched each other. But time was fleeting, and you both had to part ways. With one final peck to your lips, Mattheo stepped back, his hand leaving your cheek.

“Goodnight Princess” he said softly. “Till the morning”.

You nodded your head, “goodnight, Theo”.

Reluctantly you turned from him and stepped up to the Ravenclaw door. Briefly you stopped and looked over your shoulder at him. He gave you a cheeky smile and a final goodnight, and you then passed through the door. It closed with a small noise. And Mattheo was left alone, but he felt on top of the world.

Tossing the dandelion from his hands, Mattheo scrunched up his face at the weed. How silly it was the believe making a wish on the weed would come true. It was childish. Yet you did it. You believed in it. You had confided in him that once you’d made a wish on the weed, asking to do well in Snape's class once, for the potion you’d be making was tricky. And you had managed to not ruin it. So, it became almost a ritual of yours, making wishes on weeds.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

Looking at the dandelions around him, Mattheo contemplated taking a page from your book. But then the rational side of him told him too not be stupid. So, he turned from the weed and back to the school in the distance. But the curiosity of making a wish crept up, and with a sigh Mattheo picked another dandelion.

He glared at the weed, silently telling it to work. Drawing in a breath, he blew the white fuzzy seeds from the weed, and thinking ‘I wish my father doesn’t hurt her...’

Dandelion, into the wind you go

Won't you let my darling know?

Dandelion, into the wind you go

Won't you let my darling know that?

Mattheo put everything into that wish. He didn’t want anything to happen to you. He wanted to keep you safe, from his father...and from him. With what was to come, he would wish on every weed on the grounds if he had too. If anything happened to you, Mattheo wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

Picking another dandelion, he intended to make the same wish, hoping to make it come true. But before he blew the fuzzy white seeds, you came to mind clearly. And as he released his breath, freeing the seeds, he found himself wishing to see you right then.

He watched the seeds float up in the sky, dancing from the breeze before floating off back towards the castle. For a moment he watched them float before disappearing, and an approaching form came into his line of vision. As they got closer, Mattheo’s breath caught in his throat, as he saw who it was. You. If his wish had been answered so soon, would his first wish come true too?

When you drew closer you finally realized your spot had been taken. For sitting there among the wildflowers was the last person you wanted to see; Mattheo. The look that crossed your face was sour, which Mattheo saw. You went to turn around and head back to the castle before he got up quickly, calling your name.

“Y/N! Wait” Mattheo called standing a meter behind you.

You looked over your shoulder, “what?” You spat.

Mattheo sighed. “You...you can have the spot” he said softly, looking down at the ground. “I was going to leave anyways”.

He walked around you slowly, and once he was five steps from you, Mattheo stopped before turning back to you. You had been watching him the whole time, studying him closely. You noted the sullen look upon his face, how his eyes lack any shine and how he seemed to have no fight. He was a shell of himself, like you had seen time and time before.

“Are you alright?” You found yourself asking, not thinking. For he was meant to be the bad guy.

Your question caused his heart to ache. Even after all he had done you still asked if he was alright. You may not entirely care, but still took time to ask him. Sighing Mattheo looked away from you. Unsure how to answer you. He didn’t want to lie, nor did he want to upset you. Damned if he do, damned if he didn’t.

“I’m...okay” he breathed, trying to convince himself. “Things have been...hard lately, with home”.

You nodded. “Understandable” you said softly, watching his every movement. Not fully believing his words. For there was truth but also a bit of skirting around it.

Silence took over after that, the spring breeze picking up in that moment. You watched as the breeze tossed Mattheo’s curls around. How you had missed combing your hands through those curls. It was something Mattheo had enjoyed; it soothed his mind and relaxed him. The temptation to do it now growing strong, for the boy before you were in turmoil. You shook your head at the thought of being close to the one who broke your heart.

You had thought it was the breeze playing tricks, but seeing his moving lips showed it was Mattheo who spoke. “I’m sorry” was what he said softly, almost missed by your ears.

At first you were shocked by his apology, followed by a small warm feeling in your chest. Before it died and a slow burn of anger began to take hold of you. How could his words make up for everything? How could he so bluntly say sorry.

“Excuse me?” You questioned, tone a little sharp.

Mattheo looked to you, and seeing your reaction to his words, he was shocked. He had hoped it would have helped. “I’m sorry” he repeated turning to face you. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like I did”.

You blinked a few times, blood slowly coming to a boil. “How can you just say that?” You questioned a little loudly. “How does apologizing make up for what I’ve been through?”

Valid questions Mattheo noted. “It doesn’t. But I want you to know that I am sorry-”

You scoffed. “Yeah right. The Mattheo Riddle I know would never say sorry. He might show it, but never openly apologize”.

He frowned. “That is true, but I wanted to put it into words. I at least owe you that”.

“You owe me nothing! Nor do I want it!” you yelled, hands clenching. “You hurt me. Simple as that. And for that I don’t want your apology. So, keep it”.

Mattheo nodded his head. “I deserve that”. His face fell, eyes looking at the ground. He looked so weak.

You took a step back. Taking in his demeanor. You could see cracks of how effected Mattheo was. You wondered how long before it would shatter. The want to hold him, run your fingers through his curls while telling him that he was alright, was strong. And though you didn’t want to, you decided to say the next words.

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

“It’s alright” you sighed. “I don’t entirely forgive you, but I half accept it” you said watching his face.

Hearing your words, Mattheo’s eyes snapped to you. His dull brown eyes, now shinning with confusion, looked right into your E/C orbs. He could see how unsure you were in their reflection. But with it was a small familiar look; admiration. After all he’d done, you still admired him. Part of you wanted him to apologize but majority of you wanted to punch his pretty face.

“You do?” He choked out. “Why?”

Your face softened, thinking over his words. “I won’t lie. I was hurt. I was angry” you looked him dead in the eyes. “But what has it gotten me? Where has it gotten me? It has left me bitter, and it’s gotten me no where”.

He nodded his head slowly.

“So, I’d rather accept some of it than nothing. Because I look back at our time together and I know I was happy” you said fondly, memories coming to mind. “You made me happy Theo. And I would love to see you in as much agony as me, but part of me still hates to see it”.

“Just part?” Mattheo said with a small smirk, trying to lighten the moment. Which you softly smile at.

There might be so much, good and bad between you both, but some familiarity was there. As well as some closure. He said sorry, and you believed me meant it. You had half accepted his apology, which lightened Mattheo’s worries.

You both continued to stare at the other. Unsure what to say, or what to do. But you were the one to break eye contact when you turned, planning to take the spot Mattheo had been occupying. He looked at you, mind thinking so many things. But the one thought screaming to him was your safety. He had to make sure you were safe.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

“Would it be strange if I asked you to stay away from Hogwarts next year...to not come back?” Mattheo was unsure but voice a little panicky.

You turned back to him, confusion on your face. “Huh? What are getting at?”

Mattheo moved from foot to foot. “Next year, don’t come back to Hogwarts. I can’t say anything...but I need you to be safe”.

You studied the Slytherin, unsure if he was pulling your leg. But his eyes told you he was serious. “Answer me this; will you be safe here next year?”

He shook his head. “Probably not”.

You gave a short nod. “Then I can’t promise you anything. I will be here next year, no matter what”.

Mattheo’s heart ached at your words. Not what he had hopped. But you were honest. And he didn’t give you a reason why not to return to school. He just hopped you wouldn’t be in the cross fire of what’s to come.

With that, you took your spot amongst the wildflowers while Mattheo took a moment watching you. He was taking in the sight before him, putting it to memory. With it all said and done, Mattheo turned from you and started to head back to the castle.

He wasn’t sure what was to exactly come. But he would make sure, as best to his abilities, that you would be safe from it all. Mattheo needed you to be safe, for no harm to come to you. Be it his father or him, you would be safe.

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I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

#mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x fem!reader #Spotify

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whitherwanderer · 5 months ago

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5 // stamp

// 670 words. Nathalie thinks in flowers.

She seals every letter with a pressed flower and green wax. Both a message in themselves; a token of feelings. And always, always stamped with her signet ring. To say that decoration was her favorite part of letter writing was an understatement. Such care was taken to consider what was in bloom, what would carry her message with just a flower or two. Moons of gathering and pressing and flipping through each page of unread tomes to examine her catalogue for the perfect ambassador.

This moon: A stem of bluebells.

Mother, Father, and my dearest sisters,

I miss you all, as I’ve admitted time and time again. Is everyone well? Did you like the tea I blended? Maybe I will send along a package of goods from the city. Sweets and toys for the little ones, dyes and fine tools for the rest. If I can provide anything, you need but ask.

Nathalie delivers her letter by hand. Most of the way, at least. She might as well if she’ll be in the area rooting through the brush and picking around the rivers. Buscarron always receives it with the utmost care, sliding it atop a stack and promising her that it’ll be picked up in due time—the others always are.

Letters home, she explained to him once. His was the only establishment that wouldn’t chase them off, and it was blessedly close. When asked why she didn’t simply deliver them then, her smile grows tired, her eyes drift away.

She asked him, sheepishly, if he could recall ever once receiving a letter addressed to her. He couldn’t apologize profusely enough.

I think of you often, and fondly. I think of the milestones I’ve missed. The celebrations and the hardships that I cannot share with you. I keep space for them in my heart, and I can but hope that you spare a place for me in yours, however small.

Perhaps, for the next moon, it will be oxeye daisies. Maybe yew. Was that a bit dramatic?

It’s only when Rakaso parrots back, “A bit dramatic?” that she realizes perhaps she’s thinking about this too hard, and when she should be focused on work, no less. Maybe Rakaso would enjoy the frivolity of receiving such a letter? She’d no doubt find it trite—they work together. What’s left to be said that would be worth writing?

And yet Nathalie cannot help but imagine blue periwinkle under a gold seal.

If you worry for me at all, I pray you find solace in the fact that I am cared for. I live well. I still practice all you have taught and it helps people that pass through our clinic. Some cannot find it in themselves to be grateful to my kin, just as you warned me. But many—most, in fact—stop me to speak as friends.

I still want to visit, if you’ll allow it. I’d have you here in a heartbeat if I didn’t know I’d be asking the star of you all. But I reserve my right to hope, and yours to surprise me.

Buscarron flags her down from across the Druthers in a mad excitement, and for a moment, Nathalie assumes something might be wrong. He tells her to wait there at the bar while he shuffles back to his office, producing a letter with its own seal. Red wax, a solitary V pressed into its center.

Nathalie quakes with it in her hands all the way back to the privacy of her small apartment.

She opens to find more pressed plants, and not a word on the page that encloses them. Last year’s fading, purple columbine and the brittle yellow of autumn aspen leaves. It’s all she can do not to throw herself out the door, pacing in a daze until she arrives at Rakaso’s with little more than apologies and a manic need to be somewhere, anywhere louder than her own mind.

And yet, with every step beyond her door, she thought of snowdrop.

Patiently I remain, N.V.

#[ ffxivwrite2024 ]#[ gatherer's guile ]#we do a little floriography #she didn't really have a backstory #and i like to try and use ffxivwrite to expand my characters for some reason so #have a little nat lore #in the most abstract way possible i guess

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cgogs · 8 months ago

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i love your cdnf so bad i might just be oxeye daisys biggest fan, your writing changed my perspective forever and i ALWAYS yap to my friends about how much i love your writing and promote your fics as much as i can !!! thank u for blessing me with your writing and i am so excited to enjoy whatever you create next :-) !!

OH I LOVE YOU!!!! i love you!!!!

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little-mouse-adventures · 11 months ago

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tagged by @zahnie

i'm gonna tag: @fowl-fox @fowlblue @sadbitchapologist @valhelos and anyone else that wants to <3

Favourite time of day: sunset!

Favourite aesthetic: those like cozy mountain homes you see in the woods, not quite cottagecore and not quite rustic cabin, but somewhere in the middle

Colour that describes you: uhhhhh idk probably some kind of like soft pink? something kind of cute and like grandma-old-soul-ish, and soft. was also the colour of my childhood bedroom up until i was about 13, so.

Favourite quote: currently? "the time will pass anyway." I'm trying to devote more time to hobbies, and it's a useful one for when my brain says "oh but doing X takes up so much time!"

Current obsession: back to fixating on the wild west/ cowboy fic i want to write. printed out like a dozen jstor articles today to read for that.

Favourite texture: i used to have a pet rabbit. she was part Rex, which is a breed known for having fur that feels like velvet. She was very very soft and that's probably my favourite texture ever.

Favourite outfit (or outfit you wish you had in your closet): leather jacket (mine is brown, but black would be cool), either my black crop-top that says "reading is cool" or my black tank that has a high collar and a little cutout between the collarbone and bust area, black cargo pants, and some cute heeled boots.

World/universe/place you see yourself living: Yeah, see above about the aesthetic? that's the dream, baby!

Favourite flower: oxeye daisy!

#personal post #tag game #half these pics are from my actual camera and the others are from google #(technically the photo of my rabbit was from my sister's camera roll but that's neither here nor there)

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beloved-blue · 1 year ago

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For the ask game, maybe 14, 17, 25?

Hi!! Thanks for the ask, and thank you for creating such an awesome ask game <3

14. What’s your favourite c!Dream line of dialogue?

Suddenly I don't remember a single c!Dream line of dialogue- uHH probably when he's taunting c!Tommy right after the prison escape. ICONIC. people who hadn't stream hopped were completely caught off guard by a fully decked out c!Dream popping up out of nowhere. Also props to cc!Dream for his insane positioning and timing like DAMN.

Also whenever he's begging, whining, or pleading...! especially when it involves c!Sam. The scene after he hides beneath the prison floor and c!Sam loses his mind and he manages to convince c!Sam to not tell c!Quackity is Insane.

17. What are some of your favourite c!Dream fics?

The fics on this list aren't going to be... recent/current? I haven't read dream smp stuff (that isn't @sunshine-in-a-bottle's writing) in a Good While. So for example @simplepotatofarmer's rabbit run isn't on it because I just haven't read it yet! (Even though I've only heard good things and it's been on my to read list for forever...)

Now for the fics:

for queen and country by @cgogs

It's technically not canon!Dream, it's an AU, but it is based on dream smp lore so it counts for me.

OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY I SPENT LIKE THREE PLUS MONTHS THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC AFTER I READ IT AND I STILL THINK ABOUT IT SOMETIMES. the fic was discontinued, but I genuinely think chapter six works perfectly well as an open ending!

Medieval fantasy Royalty AU, angsty c!DNF with hopeful and/or bittersweet vibes, amazing and creative writing, and the literal first time Briar appeared in a fic? SURELY A MUST READ.

Oxeye Daisy by @cgogs

It needs no introduction, it's a c!DNF classic. But if you haven't heard about this fic...! Well now you have! Go read it!

We have since lost Angela to c!awesamdream-isms (<< literally has c!awesamdream demons myself) but I still remember the c!DNF era <3

martyr wrapped in butcher paper by @aetherknit

god!Dream/king!George spanning the dethronement era. And it has fanart..... (if you've never checked this one out you really should, it's a short one-shot!)

encore by Anonymous (the author has since either changed their name, privated or deleted their account)

A near-future c!Drunz one-shot with worldbuilding with some great vibes. Featuring accidental alien!kid!Purpled acquisition, hurt but healing c!Dream, and not perfect but still caring and domestic c!Drunz.

a second change from beyond the grave by Lieyantosh

The egg kills the server and everyone in it, but everyone gets reincarnated into the modern world with their memories. Except Dream doesn't remember.

Does this fic suffer greatly from being written before the staged finale was revealed? Yes. Is c!Tommy the main pov? Yes. But is chapter five a masterpiece, written from c!Dream's pov, and made me stay up until 3am? Also yes !!!

25. If c!Dream had to join an existing/former DSMP country or faction, which one would you choose for him?

Either the Syndicate or the Eggpire. Opposite vibes, I know, but both have tons of potential for him individually, and for great interactions with the members.

Syndicate AUs are pretty popular and always a banger, but c!Drunz together during the height of the Eggpire? They would've been unstoppable (and full of trauma <333).

#dreblr #ask #hi people i tagged #hopefully that's okay but also hit me up if you want your name Out of here #ask game

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that-tall-queer-bassist · 2 years ago

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"For fucks sake i missed wip wednsday" Friday

hi. i forgot. but i wanna share something since i don't think it's going out tonight. maybe tomorrow?

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Oli didn’t expect it, but Joe plopped himself down right there in the grass and started to read. He was a sight to see, surrounded by white oxeye daisies and yellow dandelions, with his crowd of ghostly cats milling around him placidly. Oli’s fingers twitched, instinctively searching for a pen to write about him, but the notebook was in their hands, and they were smiling while reading Oli’s songs and poems.

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:) spectators au my beloved <3

#i didn't drop the angsty heart touching line #but a friend liked part of this so i felt inspired to share more #so yeah!#wip wednesday #we can just pretend its wednesday #shhhhh /j

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i-hope-this-is-a-phase · 6 months ago

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I was very sick today so was only able to write about 250 words. Am now reading Oxeye Daisy again and crying my eyes out.

#if you haven't #go read it #rei speaks #rei writes

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itsrattysworld · 8 months ago

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Without Prejudice Mervelee Myers Rescued By Female Who Experienced Same Multiple Discrimination I Was Participant In Dr. Maria Hudson's Research Paper Took 2 Nervous Break Down After Bereavements Losses Attempts To Section Murder Kidnap Me By Metropolitan Police Am Not Safe In Home Rescued From Domestic Violence Male Partner Of Neighbour Made Our Life Living Hell Am Silenced By Law To Be Voiceless Vulnerable Victim In Breach Of Equality Act Protected Characteristics Denied Rights Lost Dignity To Be Like Aunt Anita Nembhard Mental Health Left Her To Live Life Of Traumas Died On In Jamaica Hit By Vehicle Face Windrush 70 Composer Brixton Market Border Crossings Songstreet App Have Tools To Share Stories Started From Papa Stricken Parkinson's I Write For Therapy IN HONOUR STRONG WOMEN EVERYWHERE Signed By Sir Mark Rowley Time I Take Back Intellectual Property Copyright Images CPPDP Build Brands By Social Media Employers Charities Oxeyes Banks Building Societies Families Friends Leave Me To Be 600,000 Older People In UK Say They Leave Home Once Per Week Because I Did Not Be 1 In 5 Of All Suicides Associated With Unemployment HMCTS CPS CJS SRA BSB IOPC JCIO CCMCC MOPAC HMPPS DBS CLCC 13/6

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cgogs · 1 year ago

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Im gonna be rewatching manburg v pogtopia soon and getting crazy about c!q and c!schlatt again. And maybe write the oxeye daisy of schlackity 3 years late also

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oxeye-daisyy · 2 years ago

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the first time ren and martyn talk, it goes something like this.

one of the hermits that martyn doesn't know stumbles into pearl's attic (others probably consider this "where martyn lives", but martyn can only think of it as pearl's) in the dead of night. he has a shulker box and sign in hand. martyn should be asleep, but isn't. (he doesn't sleep well). instead, he just sits up in bed and meets the guy's eyes.

the guy's expression looks distinctly like a prey animal's. martyn can only assume his own expression mirrors this. "um. hello," martyn says, voice low. a habit he's not fond of, but hasn't quite broken yet.

"heya, the name's ren!" the guy -- ren says. from his initial reaction he clearly hadn't been prepared for an actual conversation, but martyn probably wouldn't be able to tell from the confidence in his voice.

"martyn. that guy they found in the ancient city outside the world border. you've probably heard of me."

"maybe a few rumors! you're grian and pearl's friend from another world, right?" mostly pearl, only, really. grian either sent or left him to die, so...

"um, something like that. why are you here?"

ren falters for a moment, a split second of barely visible why am i here? before he continues on with that same sureness from before. "well, rumors have it you got invited to stay, and, i haven't actually heard if you're going to--"

"that'd be 'cause i haven't said so either way," martyn interjects. that would be because martyn's pretty sure that he'll politely decline, and he's procrastinating upsetting pearl until the last possible second. not that ren needs to know this. for some reason, ren seems like he might also be disappointed, and for some other reason, martyn's not sure he wants to disappoint him.

"but, i figure, wanted to give you an official hermitcraft welcome in case you end up deciding to! just some things to help you get started, 'cause you probably don't have much by way of your own." ren beams. oh, yeah, he'd for sure be disappointed.

"riiight. which is, of course, why you've broken into... my? pearl's? attic at... uh, who knows when at night."

ren shakes the communicator on his wrist, which activates in a flash of light. "nearly three, so, who knows when in the morning!"

"is this some kind of hazing thing? it's a really mild hazing thing if it is."

"no, not at all! i just came in now 'cause, i mean, y'know, subtlety is key with this sort of situation!" ren has, presumably, never met the concept of subtlety in his life.

"right. uh. carry on?"

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maybe an hour later, after another failed attempt to get something resembling peaceful sleep, martyn gives up, gets out of bed, and inspects the shulker box ren left behind for him.

"just some things to help you get started, 'cause you probably don't have much by way of your own."

martyn does technically have some things. they're concentrated in one chest in one of his "safe zones" in the city: a jukebox, several music discs, including one he'd crafted from fragments of a disc himself, a diamond hoe with what he can only assume to be mending glyphs on the handle, ancient seeds (somehow still plant-able) from the last residents, a few handfuls of luminescent berries (bitter and sour, seems like something that should be poisonous but isn't), and... well, at one point, he'd had a little bit of iron armor which had thoroughly broken after the warden got its claws on him. it's probably better, though, for him to not have to go back down there and get that stuff. ren's done him a bigger favor than he probably even realizes.

martyn opens the shulker and nearly passes out. it just can't possibly be the right shulker. ren's accidentally left his own backup gear behind or something. martyn doesn't really know what'd be considered a reasonable amount of gifts for a late-to-join member on this world, but it can't be this.

a full set of diamond armor, plus elytra, plus the whole lineup of diamond tools, (including not one, but two diamond pickaxes), all fully enchanted. well-enchanted, too, as far as martyn can tell. a ridiculous and excessive number of pumpkin pies. a ridiculous and excessive number of firework rockets. there are also several dark metal ingots, which martyn ultimately can't identify and sets aside.

there's a map, too, underneath the ingots. martyn's forced to genuinely consider that this may have been an intended act of ridiculous generosity. it's annotated, structures and areas labeled with their owners, names on it ranging from the completely familiar (grian and pearl) to vaguely recognizable (xisuma, ren) to a vast number of ones he's not even heard referenced.

this is the first time martyn actually considers the thought of staying after he recovers more. before, he'd figured that it would really only be pearl that would actually want him here, and the countless other members on the world would just be waiting for things to get back to normal, just holding out for a good opportunity to forget about everything. but ren's seemingly already dove headfirst into "a friend of my friend is also my friend" territory with martyn. it proves to him that maybe, just maybe, it might be worth it to take xisuma's offer to stay.

it might be the world that evolution should have been.

#it might just be that he doesn't want to let all this expensive stuff go to waste #oxeye writes #anachronism #inthelittlewood #hermitcraft #evolution smp #treebark

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