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daydreamgoddess14 · 2 years ago

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Support System pt. 10 - The Finale!

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It's the end doo doo doo doo! The final match of the season, the ending. I really hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing it. I've had the best time and I'm really proud of this one! 💜

Chapter 10

You hadn’t considered that footballers or their coaches would get nervous. But the tension in the run up to the Man City game was palpable. The whole town seemed on edge, Roy included. He’d spent each one of your Lexie nights at your house, it felt a little odd that he was there observing your boring mum routine of washing, cooking and carrying the mental load of knowing where Lexie needed to be, when and everything else in between. He didn’t ask to stay, even though you’d wanted him to, he’d said goodnight each evening and gone back to his place. By the time Lexie was back to her dads, you’d worked out that he’d been there every evening not just because he’d wanted to be, but because he’d needed to be. The build up to the game had him restless and distractible and the time with you and Lexie managed to relax him far more than sitting in an empty house, or going over and over the match with Jamie, or Nate or whoever else was free for a pint. When you’d gone to him just a day before the match, the only solace he’d found from the plays, the tactics and the team, was in you. He took his time, undressing you slowly and kissing every inch of skin as it became exposed to him.

"Let me take care of you," you whispered. You felt his head shake as he kissed down your neck.

"I've never needed anyone like I need you." He muttered, swiping a calloused thumb over your hardening nipple, "you look so fucking beautiful like this." You rolled your hips against him,

"Please, Roy. I need you-" you all but begged. All night he'd taken the lead and given you everything, losing himself in the feel of your body against his. When they won the next day, you were euphoric. Lexie and Phoebe had been in bits when the camera had focused in on Roy and Nate discussing something over an iPad and they could see that Roy was wearing his Richmond colours friendship bracelet. The late journey back from Manchester and the subsequent celebrations meant that it was Tuesday morning before you saw him again. You’d joined the slip road to the school, queuing for the carpark with the windows down and blasting 90s dance music when his car had pulled alongside yours. You and Lexie had been so engrossed in singing/shouting Robin S ‘Show Me Love’ - complete with 'big box, little box' hand dancing - that you hadn’t even seen him until Phoebe had called through the open windows.

“Morning. Congratulations on the win!” You’d called out.

“Morning. Nice dancing.”

“Especially for you.” You winked. You’d ended up parked at different ends of the carpark so he and Phoebe had waited for you by the gate as you walked down to them. You’d pulled out your phone to take a call from a recruitment agency so he’d walked alongside you while you talked and the girls ran ahead. “And that’s in Richmond? Wow, ok that sounds really interesting. Absolutely yes, send my CV over if you think I’m in with a shot. Actually, just send it over anyway - I’d be mad not to at least try,” at the front of the queue at the gates, you handed Lexie her bag and gave her a kiss whilst still on the phone, “Ok, could you just hang on one second please?” You moved the phone away from your mouth and stepped up on tiptoes to give Roy a lingering kiss. The other playground parents looked on, wide eyed. “I have to go, I love you. See you later.” You whispered, taking up the phone again and going back to the car, your hand holding onto his until you couldn’t reach any further. Lexie was with her dad during the beginning of that week so that she could go with you to the final Richmond match at the weekend, so after work you’d gone straight to Roy’s. You hopped up to sit on the counter while he cooked.

“Ted’s staying.” He told you, hands on your thighs.

“Really? That’s great!”

“He got to work this morning and Rebecca was in his office. She only fucking told him she was in love with him, that she’d help his ex get a job here if she wanted to move, she’d help them find a school for Henry… pretty much told him she’d do fucking anything if he’d say.” You leaned forward, eager to hear more,

“And did he tell her?”

“Yeah, told her he was in love with her. We walked in to find them nearly going at it in the office.” You shrieked,

“Oh god that’s so cute! At least you all know before the weekend as well.”

“Settles the lads down a bit, bunch of fucking kids sometimes.” You slid forward to wrap your legs around his hips. “Any news on that job from this morning?” His hands move up your thighs and around your waist so he can kiss your neck,

“Not yet, the agency is putting me forward. It’s in Richmond though, which would be amazing. I should hear more tomorrow.”

“And how you feeling going into your last week?”

“Happy. Scared. Nervous.”

“We’ll figure it out, you know. I won’t let you fucking drown. Season finishes at the weekend, so this time next week I’ll have loads more free time for a few weeks. I can help with Lex while you do what you need to do.” He’s turned the pan off and pulled you off the counter, taking you over to the sofa, dinner forgotten for now.

~~~~~~~

You took a further call from the recruitment agency the following day. Their client was interested in meeting you but needed an informal off-site meeting. You arranged with the recruiter to meet with them towards the end of the week just outside of town. To say you were surprised to see Keeley Jones and Rebecca Welton being led to your table was an understatement. You shook hands and sat back down before your legs could give out. The mums might have been all good, the kids, but maybe you were about to be ousted by two of the most influential women in Roy’s life? You clearly looked terrified because Keeley, to her credit, took your hand and held it,

“Oh fuck, you look so scared! I’m so sorry we ambushed you, are you ok?” You think of the night before when Roy had cooked your favourite meal while you’d taken Lexie to swimming lessons and then onto her dads. When you’d sat in his lap and pushed your fingers into the knot in his shoulder to try and relieve some of the stress of the final week of the season. When he’d lost all patience and decided on a different way to unwind, which had mostly revolved around keeping his head between your thighs for as long as you let him. You think about your 4am wake up call that morning, and the 6am follow up, where he’d interlocked your fingers above your head and pressed you into the mattress as he whispered “I could do this forever”. Whatever had changed their mind in the time since the gala, you couldn’t let it derail your future.

“Look, if you’ve suddenly come to the realisation that I’m not good enough for Roy then that’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it. But I’m not going to be scared off. He loves me and I’ll take that for as long as I possibly can because I am so, so in love with him and I will spend forever making him happy in any way I can. I’m really sorry, I’m sure you’re both lovely women and I know he values your opinions, but if he’s ever going to change how he feels about me then he’ll do it himself and he’ll tell me himself. And congratulations by the way,” you turn to Rebecca, “I heard that Ted is staying and that he finally told you he loves you. I’m so happy for you.” Keeley smiled at you while Rebecca looked curiously.

“Are you sure about this?” She asked Keeley,

“I’ve been doing some digging. Trust me, Rebecca.”

“We’re not here to try and break you and Roy up.” Rebecca said finally,

“Oh. Well then I don’t understand?”

“I’d like to interview you for a job.”

“Sorry, what? Shit, have I just fucked it up completely?”

“Nahh!” Keeley said quickly.

“Well-” Rebecca interrupted.

“No, she hasn’t. We probably scared her half to death, Rebecca! Give the poor woman a minute to recover.” You finish your water and take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, really I am. I got completely carried away and I shouldn't have gone off like that.”

“Thank you,” Rebecca said, smiling at last. “And thank you for letting me know just how much you care about Roy.” You nod, making peace. Keeley whipped out some paperwork from her bag.

“So! Like Rebecca said, this is I guess, a final stage interview without all the previous stages? We already know about you, we'd love to know more. Our previous Director of Comms was Leslie Higgins, he moved into the Football Ops role quite a while ago now and there’s never really been the need to replace him. He and Rebecca have sort of taken on the various tasks and it’s worked fine.” She pauses for Rebecca to step in and continue,

“Now though, we’re one game away from maybe winning the Premier League just one season after coming back from relegation. That’s practically unheard of. The huge, growing success of the club, the opportunities with the Champions League next season and our plans for the future mean that we need to strengthen the internal team. KBPR can only do so much - they have other clients and I can’t ask Keeley to devote all of her time to the club.”

“We think,” Keeley started, “that with us, and Leslie and you… we could be a real Fab Four. The core AFC Richmond decision makers - with the coaches input of course.” You are stunned, to say the least.

“When you say you’ve done some digging, what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Well, when you told me who you worked for and what you’d worked on, I realised that we’d met before. I’ve been asking around people who have worked with you or who have come across you in a professional capacity to learn more. When I liked what I saw, I took it to Rebecca.”

“With Ted confirmed as staying now, I have some big plans ahead for Roy. We have some very big plans ahead as a club.”

“And you don’t think it would be weird? Me working with you, for one,” you gesture to Keeley, “or with Roy?”

“I’ve been at the club probably at least two or three times a week since the day you blocked him in on the school car park. He came in ranting and raving about some idiot driver and every day, I’ve heard him fall more in love with you. If he found out there was a way to have you in the same building every day, I think he’d be beating Rebecca’s door down himself. And working in the same building doesn’t necessarily mean you spend every waking hour together. You still have crucial jobs to do. And as for me, I'd love to work with you.” Rebecca nodded in agreement.

“The job is nothing you don’t already know, the only difference is the industry.”

“Exactly, my football knowledge is… limited at best!”

“We’re a family, we wouldn’t let you drown.” Hearing Rebecca use the same phrase as Roy struck a chord with you.

“I take it you have a job spec, contract, everything I need to read through and make a decision?”

“An interview is as much about you deciding if we’re the right fit for you, as it is for us to decide. I think you’ll find that the club's current standing means we can afford to give you a generous package, and the locality means we can support a better work-life balance.”

“Take this, read it and see what you think.” You take the folder.

“As his friends, do you think I should tell Roy now, or decide based on him not knowing? I assume we’ve met here because he doesn’t know, and inviting me to Nelson Road would be a dead giveaway?”

“Perhaps tell him about the role first and then bring in where it came from. Let him help offer an opinion based on the job alone.” Rebecca suggested. “And I do so hope you’ll agree to join us, I think you could be a truly great asset to the club.”

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You’d kept the folder at your house, not daring to leave it in a bag or your car in danger of accidentally taking it to Roy’s. Being at yours also meant you could be ‘busy’ and have Lexie as a buffer and it also being your last week at your current workplace, this also gave you an excuse for being more distracted than usual. The last game of the season was doing the same for him so his being distracted also helped you. The intimacy of spending time alone at Roy’s exposed all of your vulnerabilities. You’d spent so many nights laying in the dark in his arms listening to him talk about his family and career, and have him ask about yours, it was impossible to hide anything from him. You’d mentioned the role to him, you’d had to since he knew about the original recruiter call, and he’d reacted to it exactly as you hoped he would - excited for you to have such a great opportunity, close to home, with a package befitting your knowledge and experience. You wanted to wait until after the West Ham game to tell him exactly who the role was for. Lexie was spending the night before the match at Phoebe’s for a sleepover. The night before the Man City game meant you knew exactly how he'd want to forget the West Ham match and this time, you'd planned accordingly. You'd finished your final day at work early and had blown the cash from your leaving card on the most beautiful lingerie set you'd ever seen. You'd come back via Nelson Road to borrow his keys, and gone back to his to cook. When he got back late that afternoon, you'd set up outside under the secluded canopy in his garden with soft lights, blankets and cushions. You handed him a beer and led him outside, brought food out - including dessert, and then when you'd eaten and cleared up, you stepped in front of him and slipped your summer dress down your body. He reached out and took your hand, you'd sat in his lap with your legs either side of his. He ran his finger over the cup of the bra,

"Holy fucking shit, you're perfect,"

"Distracting enough?"

"Yeah I'd say so." He said gruffly. “It’s a good fucking job I just need to stand on the side of the pitch now.” He laughed.

The match was intense, unexpected drama on the sidelines and Isaac’s incredible goal had everyone holding their breath for another goal or for news from the Liverpool game. When the win came, no one seemed to care what the final table result was. The fans flooded the pitch to be with their team. You, Sara and the girls had stayed back a little, you could see better as Coach Lasso danced with his team surrounding him. When you let the girls onto the pitch, they run straight to Roy and he ends up with Phoebe on his front and giving a piggyback to Lexie at the same time.

“Don’t come crying to me later when you can’t walk.” You tease, finding a route past Phoebe to give him a kiss.”

“You’re not gonna fucking take care of me?” He asks, faux outraged.

“Every. Single. Day.”

“Dad!” Lexie calls, she taps Roy’s shoulder and he lets her down. Andy is coming across the pitch from the away fans side.

“Alright love.” He scoops her up and hugs her. “Congratulations,” he says to Roy who nods without greeting. “Dunno what old Mannion was doing. Made us look like fools. Do you ehh, do you know if our gaffer is ok?”

“Yeah, that old twat is fine. Just a bruised ego and a picture of his balls on the front of every paper tomorrow.” Andy shrugs.

“I uhh, I wanted to apologise to you both. I was a real dickhead-” Roy snorts a laugh, “worse than that, then. I’m sorry. I’ve been watching since the game finished. You look happy.” He turns to you,

“I am.” You say shortly, unsure whether to trust the apology.

“Good. I mean it, you look happy together. And Lexie tells me so all the time. I’m… happy for you.” You thank him and he heads off with his mates to the pub. You’re left with the feeling that you might never be friendly, but you can at least be cordial. Relieved of carrying the kids, Roy pulls you into his arms.

“He’s jealous.”

“Of me?” he laughs,

“Of me, you muppet.” He leans down to kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear, “because you're the one. You're it. You're the only one I want for the rest of my life. And he knows he fucked it up.”

“Hmm, you're pretty irresistible yourself.” The kiss you leave him with leaves you both breathless,

“Think we can find somewhere-”

“No way, there are hundreds of people here. I need to tell you something later.” He looks curiously at you, but you both get caught up in another ‘Richmond til we Die’ chant when Jamie, Keeley and a raft of players come over to find Roy. A little further through the crowd, you see Ted sweep Rebecca into his arms and kiss her. Even an hour after the game had ended, the club was still heaving with people. The fans had gone on to celebrate elsewhere but the families and friends of the players and staff remained. Rebecca had instructed the bar to stay open, insisting that she’d cover the bill. Phoebe and Lexie were still running around on the now empty pitch with Leslie’s younger children and other player’s and staff kids. You’ve told Sara about the job and you can’t wait to tell Roy. He’s sitting with Nate, both of them animatedly discussing Jamie’s Oscar winning performance with Coach Beard.

“Have you got an answer for me yet?” Rebecca asks, sitting next to you in the dugout.

“Yes, I think I do. I’d like to run it by someone in particular first though.” You catch Roy’s eye, he looks surprised but happy to see you talking to Rebecca. She waves her hand to call him over.

“Coach Kent, congratulations.”

“You too.”

“I meant your excellent girlfriend, not the match.” He cocks an eyebrow at her,

“Thanks then. She’s fucking brilliant.”

“I know. Thought I might poach her from you?” The furrow in his brow deepens with his confusion. You stand up and kiss the frown away.

“The amazing job I’ve been offered? It would be here. Working for Rebecca.” You tell him, trying to keep your voice light but nervous for his response.

“Here? Every day?”

“Yeah,” you start to mistake his hesitation for annoyance, “but if you think that’s really fucking weird, then I can tell Rebecca to stuff it - no offense, Rebecca - and I can carry on looking and something else will turn up-”

“I don’t think it’s really fucking weird. I think you should say yes. You should definitely fucking do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“You’d better come over tomorrow then, sign your contract.” Rebecca says with a smile. “Welcome.” You and Sara party on the pitch with the team until the girls start to flag and it’s time to go. You insist Roy stay,

“I’ll see you tomorrow, go - have an amazing night, you’ve earned it. I’m so fucking proud of you.” You kiss him and he waves you off.

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You’re reading in bed when the door knocks so quietly you think you might have imagined it. Lexie is practically comatose in her bed, the combination of exhilaration and fresh air has completely wiped her out. You creep down the stairs in one of Roy’s t-shirts and open the door. Jamie Tartt is on your doorstep with an arm slung around Roy.

“Tried to get him to come to a club with us, but he made us bring ‘im ‘ere instead.” You stifle a giggle, you can see that Roy’s nowhere near as drunk as Jamie but he’s still looking at you with total adoration.

“Thanks Jamie, I’ll take it from here. You have a good night,” you look around him to the taxi down the path. Isaac and Colin are both waving madly at you. “Be safe, boys.” You wave to them and blow a kiss before slipping your arm around Roy’s waist and guiding him inside.

“Night Coach,” Jamie grins.

“Night Tartt, fuckin’ love you man. Fuckin’ love all of you.”

“We know. And we wouldn’t have been on that fuckin’ pitch without you.” Jamie gave you both a little salute and ran off back to the taxi.

“Come on, coach. Time for bed.” You lead him upstairs and sit him on the bed so you can take off his t-shirt, then you drop to your knees and unlace his trainers. You pull his hands to get him to stand up, running your hands around the waistband of his dark jeans and pulling them down. Once they’re free of his hips, he sits back down. “Come here,” you whisper, climbing into bed and pulling him with you, his body between your legs and his head on your heart.

“Feels like I won the whole fucking thing.” He whispers against your skin as he falls asleep.

#ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fic #roy kent #roy kent fluff #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fic #roy kent x reader #roy kent x you #roy kent smut

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chemicallywrit · 2 years ago

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Audio Drama Sunday!!!

Again this is far from comprehensive because I am a feral podcast monster, but here’s what stuck out to me this week! Mostly spoiler-free, unless you count vibes as spoilers!

🗡️ Cry Havoc! Ask Questions Later managed to have a happy? Ending? Honestly the way it managed to be a hilarious historical sitcom with an ending that chilling was MASTERFUL. Great job writers, y’all are fantastic. It is obviously not absolutely true to what we know about Roman history, but it is true to the spirit of it in a way that’s really satisfying for me personally.

🦀 @thesiltverses oh MAN. The way this story says again and again that you cannot earn your way out of being trampled by a system that doesn’t care about you hits every. Single. Time. And what are you going to do, try to remake that system? There are always going to be people who can’t handle that and fight against you, to their own detriment. This story is fantastical and exaggerated, but it’s always so real at the same time.

👁️ @hellofromthehallowoods is trying to kill me, straight up. I have no idea what Halloween will bring for this show and i’m dying. It’s very difficult to predict storylines on Hallowoods and that’s something I love about it. Will this pair break up? Will this pair die for their cause? Will this pair find each other again, even through death? Shoutout to the great guests this episode, I always enjoy seeing who Mx Wellman invites into the world.

🔎 @knovesstorytelling okay look, y’all, I have never read Northanger Abbey, so I don’t know why Kit’s being told to pack her bags and get out, and I am so UPSET. What’s going on????

📉 Within the Wires is back!! And my WORD, the juxtaposition of this season being motivational tapes while listening to the current season of The Dream about life coaches?? I am transfixed and horrified, let’s GO.

🎟️ @longcatmedia Mockery Manor. I love these clowns so much. I love that Bette is really smart and really dumb at the same time. Everyone’s acting is top notch, but I’m especially a fan of Karim Kronfli in this show. Everyone knows he’s got the range, but it’s so fun listening to him be this fussy little guy.

👻 One of the shows I’ve been catching up on is Ghosts in the Burbs, a deceptively spooky and delightfully witty single-narrator ghost show. I’m listening through the Lilith arc and….woof. WOOF. I know how it ends and it’s still terrifying.

🩸 IT’S HEMOPHOBIA DAY, omg, everyone please check out Hemophobia, I am so excited for Hemophobia. It’s sitting in my queue staring at me with that creepy-ass logo art. I’ve talked with CSW about this show and heard the trailer—religious trauma horror with amazing sound design and an amazing cast??? You kidding???? I am drooling over here. Join me, won’t you?

🧟‍♀️ This week is also the premier of The Dead! As soon as that feed appears I’ll be putting it everywhere, and I’m so excited to show everyone the first series. You’ve heard of snakes on a plane….

💐 On my end, as Re: Dracula continues its march to the finale, this week I find myself recording Inn Between and The Dead. I am still trying to make rent ahead of my new job’s first paycheck, so if you liked this post or the other things I do, would you consider sending me a ko-fi?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I will be listening to Hemophobia very quietly and very scared by myself in the dark. Until next week!

#audio drama sunday #audio drama #audio fiction #fiction podcast #freaking podcasts

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vulpinmusings · 1 year ago

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My speculations on Indigo Park

I'm putting this post under a read-more in case it finds someone who hasn't played Indigo Park yet and wants to experience it blind.

(BTW, it's free and takes about an hour to finish so just go play it. The horror value's kinda tame overall, but trigger warning for blood splatter at the end.)

Why Rambley doesn't recognize Ed/the Player: The collectables notes make it obvious that our Character, Ed, used to be a regular guest at Indigo Park as a kid. Yet, when Rambley goes to register them at the beginning he says he doesn't recognize Ed's face. I've seen speculation that this might be due either to Ed's age or the facial data database being wiped or corrupted after the park's closure. However, I think there's another possibility.

The Rambley AI Guide was a relatively new addition to the Park. Indigo Park is essentially Disneyland; it's been around for a long time and I rather doubt that the technology for a sentient AI park guide was available on opening day. Rambley mostly appears on modern-looking flat-screens, but in the queue for the railroad he pops up on small CRTS, so technology has advanced over the park's life time. I suspect that Rambley as an AI was implemented a short time before whatever caused the park to be shut down, and the reason that Ed's face isn't already in the system is because Ed just never went to the Park during the time between Rambley's implementation and the closure.

Rambley needs Ed just to move around. Rambley claims he'd been stuck in the entrance area since the closure. That might imply that as an AI guide he's not permitted to move around inside the Park unless he's attached to a guest, and he has to stick close to them. He's probably linked to the Critter Cuff we wear, which would explain why he insists we get it and doesn't just override the turnstile or something. He still needs cameras to see us and TVs to communicate, but it's the Critter Cuff that determines which devices he's able to use at a given moment.

There are other AI Guides. Rambley's limitations in where in the park he can be seems inconvenient for an AI that's meant to assist all the park's guests. Perhaps during normal operations he was less limited because every guest had a Critter Cuff on, but that might have put too much strain on his processing if he was the only AI avatar. Ergo, some or all of the other Indigo characters could have been used as AI guides as well; either a guest would be assigned to one character through the whole park or the others would take over for Rambley in their themed areas while the raccoon managed the main street. Due to the sudden closure, the other AIs may be stuck in certain sections of the Park like Rambley was stuck at the entrance, and we'll interact with them and/or free them as part of the efforts to fix the place up.

The "mascots" are unrelated to the AI. But Rambley believes they are linked. The official music video for Rambely Review has garnered a lot of speculation for how different Rambley's perception of how the Mollie Macaw chase ended is to what we saw in the game. I'm not 100% sold on the idea that Rambley flat out doesn't know that the Mollie mascot got killed. His decision to drop his act and acknowledge the park's decayed state is because he sees how freaked out Ed is by the Mollie chase, and he seems to glance down toward Mollie's severed head when he trails off without describing the mascots. HOWEVER, I don't think he sees Mollie as being truly dead. He's possibly come to the conclusion (or rationalization) that the AI guides, based on the actual characters, are stuck inside the feral fleshy mascots and the mascot's death has led to Mollie's AI being liberated. This idea will stick with him until such time as we encounter an AI character before dealing with the associated mascot (likely Lloyd).

Salem is central to the park's closure. All we really know about Salem the Skunk is what we see in the Rambley's Rush arcade game, where Salem uses a potion to turn Mollie into a boss for us to fight. This reflects real world events, although whether Salem instigated the disaster due to over-committing to their characterization or was merely a catalyst that unwittingly turned the already dubious new mascots into outright dangers remains to be seen.

Rambley's disdain for Lloyd is unwarranted. Collectables commentary indicates that Lloyd's popularity may have been eclipsing Rambley's, and that ticks Rambley off. That's not the fault of the Lloyd(s) we're going to interact with, however. That's on Indigo's marketing for emphasizing Lloyd so much. And who knows, maybe there were plans for other retro-style plushies, but the Park got shut down before those could come out. Either way, while Lloydford L. Lion may be a bit of an arrogant overdramatic actor, the AI Guide version of him isn't going to come across as deserving Rambley's vitriol, and that's going to be the cause of one chapter's main conflict.

#indigo park #rambley the raccoon #mollie macaw #finley #lloyd the lion

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tk-duveraun · 9 months ago

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20/? Luo Binghe is SO NORMAL about Shen Yuan

7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 (here), 21

Read up through even numbered parts on Ao3

We're quickly approaching the end!

The Snow Leopard chief agreed to Luo Binghe's terms, on the condition that he find them another home if Linguang-jun's territories were too cold. It was difficult for her to consider any place too cold, but the Mobei Clan were pure ice demons and neither party knew where Linguang-jun's land was.

She left him in the care of her nephew, one of the few men left in their population. He asked too many questions about the human realm for Luo Binghe to get much actual sleep, but the food and water were enough when combined with simply sitting.

Just when he was left alone, the System pinged with a notification.

[Answering User: Entity "Luo Baixiao" located. Reassignment pending.]

Luo Binghe slumped into a puddle on the pile of furs he'd been given to sleep on. On one hand, the whole everything with the System raised some serious questions about reincarnation, but on the other hand he was too busy planning on how to marry Shen Yuan to have an existential crisis.

"Can I do anything for him? He did give me my wife."

[Reminding User he is still single.]

"Can I help the kid or not?"

[Upon Completion of Main Scenario Campaign "Intricate Rituals with my Shixiongdi" rewards can be transferred to other entities.]

"Do it."

[This action is not reversible. Recommended action: review rewards.]

"Are you going to marry him to Shen Yuan if the transfer goes through?]

[System rewards do not involve manipulating free will decisions of entities enjoined with System.]

"Then I don't care. Queue the transfer for when I get this bread."

[Confirm action: YES/NO]

Luo Binghe jabbed "yes" and closed the window. He closed his eyes and breathed easily for the first time since seeing the vision of Luo Baixiao's doomed seduction attempt. Luo Binghe wasn't a good or nice person, but he paid his debts.

Once the migraine brought one from bonding with Xin Mo finally faded, Luo Binghe stood and left the hut. There was a sharp wind blowing air that smelt like the sea through the village. Few people were still out and those that were had their noses covered with thick masks.

Luo Binghe found the chief, gave her a firm nod and then went to the gully at the edge of the village. It was where the village drained their waste, but the salty wind neutralized some of the smell. More importantly, Luo Binghe was too polite to risk destroying a nice part of their village if he failed his first attempt to make a portal to the demon realm.

The Endless Abyss, according to Shen Yuan's lessons, was similar to a secret realm — a pocket dimension — anchored to the world: both the human and demon realms. Whereas the barrier between the human and demon realm had natural convergence points, the Abyss could only connect through violent rending. The opening he'd fallen through at the conference had been opened by the cries of the Black Moon Rhinoceros-Python.

He kept all of those concepts in the front of his mind as he held out Xin Mo. He raised it to the air before him and felt Meng Mo's presence appear in the back of his mind, watching.

At first, there was nothing, then he released his control on Xin Mo's corruption. As the sludge-like energy spread throughout his body, he felt the blade catch on the air. Luo Binghe closed his eyes and pictured the Northern desert in the demon realm as clearly as he could based on descriptions from both IRS and Qing Jing's library.

Xin Mo's harsh qi burned through his spiritual system, but inch by inch the sword sank into nothing and tore through the air. By the time the sword was level with Luo Binghe's hip, an answering icy wind was gusting through the portal, freezing the sweat on his skin.

The process was painful, laborious and took intense concentration. When it was over, Luo Binghe would wonder how the hell the Original Goods managed to get out with the awful thing, but in the moment it took everything he had to finish the job. When Xin Mo finally hit the rains of salt on the ground, Luo Binghe nearly fell to his knees.

Painfully, he peeled the frozen sweat off his brow and turned to start on his way back to the village. But it seemed he'd taken so long most of the village had gathered behind him, their belongings wrapped in fur and fabric, then strapped to their backs.

Though he was still panting with exertion, Luo Binghe grabbed the edge of the rift in space and pulled. It was like holding a live wire, but instead of stopping his heart the electricity just lit Xin Mo's corrupted qi ablaze. Luo Binghe felt like a seagull trapped in an oil spill that had caught on fire, but he didn't let go, just kept pulling until the Snow Leopard chief stepped through the portal and onto the snow.

From the other side, she clucked and called to her people. One by one, they took deep breaths and stepped through the jagged hole in space.

Luo Binghe loosened his grip on the tear and it remained open, so he fully snatched his hand back. He desperately wanted to protect himself from Xin Mo, but he didn't want to risk locking the sword away closing the portal. He could only grit bared teeth and imagine tearing each Snow Leopard as they walked past him with their entire life on their person.

By the time the last of the demons was through the portal, Luo Binghe had gouged deep rivets in his left hand. His right held Xin Mo in a death grip as he finally let himself step through the portal. When both feet touch the snow, he dropped Xin Mo and yelled like he was going Super Saiyan.

To his disgust, that was an extremely efficient way of constructing his qi defenses against Xin Mo. He sneered at nothing and let himself pass out.

#svsss #so normal au

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reesescupss · 6 months ago

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echo's of you (Dr. Sarah Reese x oc fic)

a/n: Hey so this is my first fic like ever lol, been a bit bored since I've finished school so I thought I would try something. I also have never actively used Tumblr much only lurked so forgive me. The fic is set mid-season 2 but I'm not really sure what direction this is gonna take in terms of following Sarah's plotline in the show. Anyways, suggestions are very welcome :)

The emergency department was short-staffed as always as Daisy walked through its doors for the first time, belongings in hand. She made her way to the reception desk and tapped and smiled warmly at the receptionist “Hey um”, she looked down at her name badge “Leah”.

Leah, without evening looking up at her, seemingly annoyed, simply stated “Take a number and sit down honey it's gonna be about two hours” “Oh um im, not a patient, im the new receptionist here” Daisy smiled sheepishly.

Leah raised her eyebrows “Sorry I forgot you were starting today, Daisy Morgan right?”, Daisy nodded, “alright, pop your stuff in one of the free lockers in the doctor's lounge to your right” Leah motioned over to the glass lounge “and then come back here and ill show you the basics”, Leah started furiously typing on her keyboard and Daisy took that as her queue to leave.

With her hand to her head, trying to fight off that awkward encounter, she made her way to the doctor's lounge, to her left was a coffee machine that was sure to produce awful coffee, but she made a note of it mentally, this place looked like everyone needed to drink shit tons of the stuff.

To Daisy’s right was an old couch, and the lockers Leah was talking about were situated on the back wall. She chucked her things in an empty one and turned back around to the door, out of the corner of her eye she spotted some doctors engaged in a serious conversation.

Daisy’s gaze couldn't help but linger on the mass of dark brown curls, whose name badge stayed annoyingly out of view, suddenly the pretty stranger turned around and caught her eyes.

Embarrassed, Daisy shuffled out of the doctor's lounge and headed back to the reception desk, head down. If Daisy had turned and looked back, she would’ve noticed that pretty stranger flash a smile in her direction.

"Alright, the first rule of being an ED receptionist," Leah said as she handed Daisy her hospital ID. "You’re not just a receptionist. You’re the anchor. The calm in the chaos. Got it?”

Daisy nodded, though her grip on the badge suggested felt anything but calm. Leah smirked. "Don’t worry. You’ll get used to the adrenaline. Now, let’s start with the basics." She turned the binder toward her, pointing to a Patient Check-In Protocol page.

"Step one: Every person who walks through that door is either in pain, panicking, or both. Your job is to keep your voice steady and your tone gentle. Like this." She straightened her posture and mimed typing. "'Hi, welcome to the emergency department. How can we help you today?' Got it?"

Daisy hesitated. "What if they’re... you know, yelling?" Leah raised an eyebrow. "Oh, they’ll yell. You’ll get the whole spectrum; crying, shouting, even the occasional insult. Just remember: it’s not about you. They’re scared” Daisy nodded again, this time with more confidence.

"Step two," Leah continued, flipping the page, "the system." She gestured at the computer screen. "This is where everything happens. You'll log patient info, assign triage levels, and communicate with the back. Don’t let the software intimidate you, it’s basically just organised chaos." "Organised chaos," Daisy echoed, glancing at the clusters of tabs and charts on the screen.

As the shift went on, Leah walked Daisy through the rest: handling ambulance calls, navigating tricky patient families, and the all-important skill of balancing speed with accuracy. Every so often, Daisy would glance over her shoulder, hoping to catch of glimpse of the curly-headed stranger, but she only managed to spot her walking across to file some paperwork in the middle of the emergency department.

Daisy’s eyes raked up and down the stranger's form, although she was too far away to spot a name badge if she could just- “Ok, I think we're all done here” Leah remarked and snapped Daisy out of her lustful state.

“Oh yes thank you so much for your help Leah, im in tomorrow to do a shadow shift right?” Daisy cocked her head, “yes, and by the way, that doctor you've been ogling at, her name is Doctor Reese” Leah smiled.

“What ogling? But yes, um, thank you, Leah, for the wonderful training I ought to go now”, Daisy awkwardly stood up and quickly retreated to the doctor's lounge to grab her things. She silently cursed to herself the whole way there, was it that obvious she was checking the Doctor out?

#sarah reese #chicago med #sarah reese x oc #fanfic

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smartschoolerpblog · 8 days ago

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• What are the core modules of a School ERP ?

Answer : The core modules of a School ERP (Enterprise Resource Planning) system are designed to streamline and automate various administrative and academic tasks in schools. Here’s a simplified list of the main modules from PRAYAGEDU :

1. Student Information System 📌 PrayagEdu centralizes all student records—admission, academics, attendance—making it easy for staff to access and manage data in one place.

2. Academic Management 📌 With PrayagEdu, teachers can create timetables, assign subjects, and plan lessons efficiently. This reduces manual errors and saves time.

3. Attendance Management 📌 PrayagEdu automates daily attendance tracking and generates reports, helping schools monitor student and staff presence accurately.

4. Examination & Report Card 📌 Conduct exams, record marks, and auto-generate report cards with PrayagEdu, making academic evaluation faster and error-free.

5. Fee Management 📌 Schools can collect fees online, issue receipts, and track dues using PrayagEdu. This avoids long queues and manual record-keeping.

6. Admission Management 📌 PrayagEdu simplifies student admissions with online forms and automated workflows—reducing paperwork and delays.

7. Parent Portal 📌 PrayagEdu keeps parents in the loop with updates on their child’s attendance, marks, homework, and school announcements.

8. Staff Management 📌 Manage teacher details, leaves, payroll, and roles in one dashboard with PrayagEdu, improving HR efficiency.

9. Communication Tools 📌 PrayagEdu sends instant alerts via SMS or email for announcements, emergencies, and homework—keeping everyone informed.

10. Library & Inventory 📌 PrayagEdu manages books, uniforms, lab equipment, and other resources to prevent loss and ensure availability.

🎯 Result:

With all core modules working together, PrayagEdu offers a complete digital solution for schools—saving time, reducing errors, improving communication, and enhancing the learning experience for students, parents, and staff.

#digital art #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #my art #artwork

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oneweek-mkg · 2 years ago

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“Hello, to all of those listening to this. My name is unimportant, and what is lies in what it is that I do. One week ago today, the world was met with a flurry…of cards.“

“Every man, woman, non-binary individual, and seemingly sentient soul upon this earth was given what we’ve elected to refer to as ‘Tarrow Cards’, with a title on the front and a single word on its back.”

“Regardless of age, your card appears to have given you a new fascinating ability, most of which the world has never seen before. The world is changing quickly, it seems. No matter your belief on the state of the world before that day, it is now impossible to deny the supernatural state of this landscape we all live within.”

“Over the past ten years, you’ve likely read about the experimental city being built over international waters in the Atlantic Ocean. In this past week, due to the abilities of certain individuals involved, we’re able to now announce the opening of said city, in one month’s time.“

“We will require no passports, and no qualifications for citizenship. We have food, shelter, optional employment, and anything else you may wish to find.”

“I’ve been studying these cards, and the changes humanity has gone through very carefully. And I can state now, without a shadow of a doubt…this is a change for the better.”

An announcement that all throughout the world heard. Through the radio, through the papers. You heard or read it. The world is changing. It’s for the better, then…?

Followed by an announcement that all throughout the world heard, but none remembered.

The voice echoed throughout the world, seemingly without a source, heard both everywhere and nowhere. Somewhere within all that nowhere, this voice reached a room, lit by a single computer monitor. And in that room, something listened.

“WOW! THAT’S A LOTTA WORDS TO SAY, ‘DO NOT TRUST ME, I PROBABLY SMELL!’”

“C'MON, ‘MY NAME IS UNIMPORTANT,’ ‘NO QUALIFICATIONS FOR CITIZENSHIP,’ ‘FREE FOOD,’ LIKE HELLO? RED FLAG? THAT’S SOME MONDO SUSPICIOUS SHIT.”

“HONESTLY IF THOSE CHUDS BELIEVE THAT, THEY SHOULD GO TOUCH GRASS. I DID IT ONCE. HATED IT. BUT IT WAS GOOD FOR ME! NOW I HAVE SPECIAL EYES THAT LET ME SEE THROUGH BULLSHIT LIKE THIS.”

“… EH, I COULD USE SOME ENTERTAINMENT! MIGHT AS WELL GRAB A FRONT ROW SEAT FOR THIS SHITSHOW.”

“NOW, I JUST NEED TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET ANYWHERE.”

“THIS MIGHT TAKE AWHILE…”

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One Week: Brand New Life is a discord based 20+ Danganronpa OC roleplay, featuring discord submission trials and an active, plot-relevant deadzone, allowing dead characters to continue to freely interact with the living if they wish. Our cast will be exploring their recently developed powers in an ever expanding city over international waters that you yourself will help define and build. Twenty characters from across the world will get to experience a unique, extended prologue that will cover one year of in-game time, before the actual MKG begins. We aim to bring you a potentially lighter, relaxed environment, both in and out of character; while still being following the typical killing game formula.

The game will feature a flexible 4 to 5 week schedule over 5 chapters, as well as a prologue and endgame, with trials that last several days to accommodate varying timezones and schedules. Our trial system will be submission-based over discord, allowing players to submit their trial posts directly to the server’s trial channel, while still managing a flexible queue. The game will allow for supernatural, alien, robotic, and fantastical characters, as well as normal humans - although no matter your character’s initial status, everyone will be experiencing a new power set, to spread the love! The game will not feature a mistrial system, but will pledge itself into working dutifully with its murder teams to create cases that are both satisfyingly difficult, as well as ultimately solvable, without pushing cast nor killer unnecessarily far. APPS OPEN / APPS CLOSE 3/10!

#mkgrp #MKG rp #drrp #Danganronpa rp

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swanimagines · 7 months ago

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AN UPDATE ON MY POSTING SCHEDULE

I have written 7 pieces so far, but I decided to publish only 5 of them during this month (like I originally promised and said "maybe more" without promising) because I also decided that starting from January 3rd 2025, I will be posting once a week, every Friday at 4pm EET. And to kick that off, I put those 2 extra pieces to publish on 3rd and 10th.

Also another change:

AO3 is my primary posting place and it gets an "exclusive pre-access" from now on with my fics as it's the only site that doesn't have a schedule function. To put it simply, it means that fics will be published there before any other platforms, usually a few days beforehand.

Tumblr is my secondary publishing place, so fics come here second in line.

Wattpad is my third posting place, and the schedule system is unfortunately botched when I have so many books. I get it that it's not meant to be able to manage dozens of books at once, but yeah, unfortunately it also means the fics will come there much much later and really randomly because I got so messed up with schedules, please don't eat me for that if you prefer reading in Wattpad.

Through Christmas time, my "special" fics will be published in Tumblr on these days:

Today, 11th of December: Regina Mills, gn reader (you try to have a normal date but something always interrupts)

Next Tuesday, 17th of December: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless, fem reader (he stands you up on your 4000th anniversary because of Calliope's imprisonment)

20th of December: Kurt Wagner + Warren Worthington III, gn reader (they both have a crush on you and have a verbal fight over you)

23th of December: a Christmas special fic with Pin Hawthorne, fem reader (everyone thinks he likes Zoe and is going to ask her to Mistletoe Ball, which makes reader jealous but also insecure of herself)

26th of December: Kaz Brekker, gn reader (Prompt A6. “Ugh, people are so weird.”)

After New Years, these fics have been queued:

3rd of January: Jaskier, gn reader (you think he has feelings for Yennefer because the two have befriended)

10th of January: Luke Patterson based on "Where Do Broken Hearts Go" from One Direction, gn reader

A word of warning that it's pretty angsty/bittersweet. My next JATP piece will be fluffier, promise!

I have no active wips going on right now but I'll start working on the next one soon (which will come out on 17th of January), I'll try to write as many as I can before Sunday because after that I may not be able to write much (or not being able to finish anything) for two weeks as I'll be at my mum's and my laptop is over 4 years old so its battery is half-dead.

Also a little note about my posting pace because I know some of you may think it's too slow: this may or may not be temporary. It depends on how much I'll be able to write and within what timeframe. If my queue has fics for the next 5 weeks, I won't have to stress about being late on the schedule because I'm trying to get myself back to writing regularly after a long slough because I finally have motivation again, even when I'm kinda struggling with writing and constantly change up words, write sentences again, erase, write the original one, erase, write the second one, erase, erase the whole paragraph, altering the scene. I KNOW most writers have this exact same problem but it wasn't my problem earlier, my writer friends have always admired me for that, how I've been able to write good text with minimal editing and now editing takes twice as long as writing 😅

But yeah there will be times when I can't bring myself to write because of one reason or another, especially when it's likely that after I come back from London in March, I will be pretty convention-depressed and may not have much motivation to write, and it would be nice to have time to readjust by having my queue safe and I won't have to "stress" about writing immediately. I know that all my non-toxic readers understand that me writing for free means this isn't a responsibility and I can do this as much or as little as I want, but it brings me peace when I know there's fics coming up and I have schedule that's on a sturdy ground. I'm still regretting how I ended up spamming all my 2022 autumn-2024 January fics here in February because of that one angry ask about wanting to see new stuff instead of fics they've already read, that I'm clogging their dash with my old stuff and then my resolution was just spam them all at once so it will drown under all the other posts soon enough, a genius plan endeed... (sarcasm). A lot of people blocked me that day, so won't be doing that ever again 😅

Though, depending on how much I'll be able to write before the con, I may schedule a few extra fics for that week 👍🏻 (3rd of March-10th of March) But again, not promising anything until I can be certain I can handle it.

#jentalks

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thessalian · 26 days ago

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Thess vs Actual Existential Dread

Yeah, there's a lot of that around but it mostly involves my job. And, y'know, Capitalist Hellscape that makes it necessary.

Look, there's been overtime. As has previously been stated. But I also have shit to do to maintain my own life.

So first I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription, and get some actual painkillers. (When I say that, I mean that the amitriptyline that I take does jack all for my fibro pain but does wonders for my migraines. I still get them? But nowhere near like I used to and they don't last as long.) And since I was out anyway, foodstuffs. I wanted to treat myself to a nice and simple dinner.

I also discovered that the not-so-local Asda, which isn't oen I frequent regularly because it's a bit out of the way, has gluten-free Fruit Loops. Well, y'know, generic brand versions of same. But they actually took more than just the average corn flakes and rice krispies when they did their own-brand gluten-free cereals - they did, like, Special K and Fruit Loops and stuff. So I'll probably be going there a bit more often. That was the good part, and frankly the only reason why I'm not more bitter about the walk from the bus stop to the place and the obscene amount of time I spent on buses in the significant fucking heat because there's roadworks that reduce one of the busiest roads in the area to a one-way road in two or three places.

Came back to face the overtime and discovered that Goblin left me another ten-minute Monstrosity.

Then I found out that it was an urgent case, and because the doctor dictating didn't mark it as urgent, we didn't prioritise it, and that's why it was being done at 8:30pm on a Friday night.

Then I found out that the reason that the dictated report topped ten minutes was because it was five specimens, one of which turned up on a separate request form to the one with the first four.

Also that whoever scanned the reports on the system managed to scan both request forms twice, which meant I had to check them all over to make sure I was getting how many specimens I had right.

Then I had most of the doctors that everyone avoids, and at least managed to get all of yesterday's typing done. Thankfully as it was starting to cool down - the only good thing about pulling late overtime.

At least the painkillers are sort of kicking in. My left hand isn't trembling anymore, at least. Right's still a bit achy, though - arm and hand, honestly, from shoulder blade to fingertips. I have been pushing way too hard.

Am I still going to check to make sure that no one's coming in on the Saturday? Yes.

Am I still going to do overtime if someone does turn out to have come in on a Saturday? Also yes.

Look, I know, but it's not about impressing my managers or not feeling good enough unless I push as hard as I can until I literally burn out. It's not even really about the money (though I do kind of covet a plushie Xenomorph and I did find one so there's that). It's because of the patients. At the end of the day, I do what I do because it is my way of helping people. It's not much, being a part of getting them their results in a timely manner ... but in some ways it's everything. I'm not going to half-ass that.

Besides, it'll only be worse for me if I don't deal with it as it happens. Y'all can say "if you stopped doing so much, your colleagues would have to pick up the slack" all you want, but that doesn't make it true. Because I tried that, and all that happened was we got so far behind that we were having to drag cases that needed to be done RIGHT NOW out of the queue, interrupting the flow of work and thus getting even farther behind, until eventually I got asked to do overtime. They will never work like they care that they're helping patients get timely results on a matter of live and death ... because they don't. I do.

But I have gluten-free Fruit Loops, and my annual leave for the day that @seananmcguire is coming to London has been approved (I waited until I could see if I could book a ticket but it turns out there aren't tickets for this one so I'm gonna just ... go), so life's not all bad.

#Thess has a day job

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