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daryltwdixon · 3 months ago

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The Ruins of Us: Chapter 13

Summary: Daryl arrives to the Greene residence to find Y/N laying in bed with her injuries from the gunshot wound in the woods.

Notes: The flashback in this chapter is in direct correlation to the scene where Daryl tells Andrea about a time he got lost in the woods for nine days when he was twelve years old. Also: reminder we’re going to be veering off canon for a little bit. Obvi have to add / take away with an extra character being hurt. We will mostly stay on the general plot line with some minor changes.

Forgive the relatively short chapter! Spend all day mostly packing between work. Enjoy!

As the bike roars with life under Daryl, he can’t help but think about Y/N even more. God, she was the only damn thing he could think about lately. If he was truly honest with himself, she was always on his mind. She would creep in even when they weren’t speaking–the littlest things reminding him of her. The time when she was at school, he would find traces of her all over his house, in the woods…it didn’t take much for her to come front of mind for him. From a pair of socks lost under his bed, full of holes and barely even white anymore to her initials in the tree by their lake spot. She was goddamn everywhere. He would curse to himself if anyone ever brought up her name when they ever drove with him anywhere, seeing her sharpie signature on the door of his truck. He never knew what to say. Girls that he would distract himself with would suddenly get all quiet and weird, the guys he would drive to dealer’s houses and back for Merle would crack jokes about who his ‘little girlfriend was’. It took all the willpower in the world not to knock them out the passenger seat in the moving vehicle and run them over with his truck tires. But Merle, surprisingly… Merle would never say a damn thing about it or her when he was with him. Maybe in the beginning days when he wanted to kick Daryl’s ass for letting her leave like that, after he heard about Shane coming by. But other than that, Merle seemed just as sad to see her go. Whether it was because he saw that Daryl had lost a piece of himself or Merle felt like he lost a friend too. He didn’t know, but either way he was silently grateful for that one piece of humility Merle had for him.

x flashback x

Daryl hadn’t eaten in days. His stomach gnawed at him relentlessly as he plucked wild berries from bushes—anything to stave off the hunger. He didn’t even think to grab his dad’s crossbow when he wandered into the woods that day. It was supposed to be just a short trek. He knew these woods—knew them like the back of his hand– or so he thought.

But then the rabbit. He chased it too far, too fast, and suddenly the woods didn’t look the same. The trees were different, unfamiliar, their knotted roots like strangers, the trails he used to recognize now gone. No signs of his old paths, nothing to guide him back. When the sun began to set, the cold reality set in. He huddled under a fallen log, the weight of the darkness pressing in on him, fear creeping in as he realized just how far he’d wandered. He cursed himself remembering his dad had gone on some bender from the waitress that night— no telling when he’d be home. And Merle was still in Juvie for the next few weeks. By the third day, the anxiety clawed at him. He felt like the woods were closing in on him, suffocating him. After digging a small hole to take care of business, he wiped himself with the nearest leaf—poison oak. It wasn’t until his skin started to burn and itch that he realized his mistake. The days that followed were hell. His hands and ass were on fire, the relentless itching driving him close to madness. Desperation made him remember the snares he'd shown Y/N how to make. He used some brush and an old shoelace to set one up, and when he finally caught a chipmunk, he didn’t hesitate. Cutting it open with his switchblade, he ate it raw, too hungry to care about anything but filling his belly.

On the ninth day, Daryl thought he might lose his mind completely. He tried marking trees, tying strips of his shirt around them to track where he’d been, but no matter how far he walked, he kept finding that same tattered strip of fabric. The realization that he was going in circles gnawed at him almost as badly as the hunger. Lying under a tree, his body weak and mind clouded, he heard something—his name. No, he thought, just my head playin' tricks. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the noise to stop, trying to push past the exhaustion and haze.

“Daryl? What the hell?”

The voice was closer now, too real to ignore. His eyes blinked open, squinting against the sun, which formed a halo around the face of someone standing over him. For a moment, he couldn’t make out who it was—his vision was blurred, unfocused.

Then, a familiar hand landed on his shoulder, pulling him back to reality.

“Daryl, what happened?” Her voice—Y/N’s voice—finally broke through. He blinked hard, struggling to make sense of her being there, his dry lips cracking as he tried to speak.

“Y/N?” His voice rasped, hoarse from days without use.

“Yeah, idiot. Where the hell have you been? It’s been days,” she said, hands cupping his dirt-smeared face, her fingers brushing over the scratches and bruises. He winced as she touched the raw spots, and she quickly whispered a soft, “Sorry.”

She grabbed him by the arms, hauling him to his feet, though his legs felt like they might give out beneath him.

“Got lost,” he muttered, the words barely leaving his throat.

“Don’t tell me I know these woods better than you now,” she teased, and for a moment, his lips twitched in what almost felt like a smile.

“C’mon, let’s get you back. I’ll make you a sandwich,” she said, gripping his hand tightly and pulling him toward home.

x flash forward x

As he approaches the mailbox with the faded painted “Greene” name, Daryl kicks the kickstand out from his bike, leaving it running. He makes his way up to the gate with haste, his hands shaking as he pushes the large gate open. He latches it closed behind him, and starts walking the bike through quickly. The driveway is long and rough, the dust being blown around as his tires travel up the dirt to the front of the house. His chest feels like it could cave in as he approaches the large white house. That ominous feeling in his gut twisting more and more the closer he got. The house is framed by towering willow trees, and Daryl’s certain this must be someone’s actual home, not just a farm. The hedges look freshly trimmed, the grass recently cut, but it still holds onto that old, quaint charm. Warm lights glow through the downstairs windows, and the porch light is on, giving the place an unsettling sense of normalcy. Daryl practically flies off his bike once he nears the porch steps, barely saving his bike from falling over with the speed of his movements. He skips steps on his way up to the house, heart hammering against his chest. He could feel the cold sweat on the back of his neck, his whole body on high alert.

Please be okay, please.

As he’s reaching for the door, a woman’s voice speaks from the side of the porch, “you close the gate on your way in?”

He looks over, and it’s the woman that was on the horse. Daryl’s nerves are so frayed he doesn’t feel like he could come up with any words in response, so he grunts out to her, hoping she’ll take it as affirmation. He ignores her next words as he swings the door open in a hurry, stepping into the house. It was so…clean in here. He’s immediately aware of everyone in the room off to his left. Rick and Lori stand suddenly when they catch his eye. An older man comes into view as Daryl begins to make his way over, but the man stops him in the archway.

“Who’re you?” he asks. He has a kind voice, and the question isn’t aggressive.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, he just barged in,” the woman's voice comes up behind Daryl. His feeling of anxiety is climbing to a panic as he waits longer and longer, feeling trapped between the two strangers. He’s doing the best he can to peer over the man’s shoulder to see inside the room.

“He’s with us, Hershel,” Rick’s hand gently lands on the man’s shoulder, his fingers tightening around it as he pulls him back. He looks so pale, like he’s lost blood or maybe is just distraught over his son. Rick looks to Daryl, searching his eyes– scanning over what must be a panicked, wide eyed look on him–with an expression that leaves his stomach suddenly hollow.

“She dead?” Daryl whispers out. His voice is barely audible, too many emotions bobbing in his throat. The man in front of him has turned away, and Rick puts his hand up to Daryl’s chest to slow him as he steps into the room fully. Daryl’s breath hitches as he takes in the room.

Carl is lying motionless on a bed to the left, his arms by his sides outside the blanket. He has the sheets covering most of his body, so Daryl can’t necessarily see what happened to him. He looked so pale, so… sick. But his chest rises with each breath he takes. He only glances at the kid, and looks to the small bed in the other corner.

Daryl’s breath nearly completely leaves him then, seeing her lying there so serenely. God, she looks so pale. So lifeless. His hands flex at his sides, unsure whether to move closer or stay put. She looks too still, too fragile. And the sight of her like that sends a wave of guilt crashing over him—he should’ve been there. His eyes dart over her, to her gently rising chest, trying to make sure she was breathing. His fingers twitch, fidgeting with the strap of his crossbow. If he could’ve been there–if he’d been a little faster–this wouldn’t have happened. Suddenly, he gains control of himself and rushes to her side, the old man stepping back as he sits by her side. The floorboards creak as he steps closer to her, crouching down. He holds Y/N’s hand in both of his, grateful for the heat he feels in her palm. It’s soft, warm–alive. And for the first time in a long, long time, he feels moisture in his eyes. He can’t help the trembling on his lips, his chin quivering. Everyone is silent as they watch him duck his head, pressing his forehead into her hand. Something starts bubbling up in him after a long moment. The guilt he feels turning into the only thing he knew how to name–anger. But there was something else, too—something stronger. He would never let this happen again. No matter what it took, he promises himself then and there to make sure she’d be safe from now on. No more staying away, no more hiding how he truly felt with her. He finally is able to breathe, knowing she’s at least alive. But who let this happen? Who did this? The anger threatening to boil over was starting to unleash from him.

“What happened?” Daryl demands, lifting his head up suddenly with breakneck speed. He’s turning on the spot to look at the old man, then Rick, “where the hell is Shane, wasn’t he supposed to be with you? With her? What happened?”

“We—we were out in the woods,” Rick starts, his voice trembling. He sits next to Carl, hunched over, Lori’s hand gripping his shoulder, the other resting on Carl’s still hand. “There was a deer… a buck. They went to approach it—it was so still, Daryl. It just stood there, didn’t even flinch. And then…” He swallows hard, looking down at his son. “Then we heard the gunshot. Suddenly, both of them were on the ground.”

“Who the fuck–?!” Daryl began, but Rick held his hand up.

“One of my family members, Otis, was tracking the buck to bring it back here,” the man–Hershel, was it?-- explains, “it was an accident,”

“But he missed,” Rick continues, his voice cracking with frustration as he glances at Carl. “Missed the damn thing. The bullet went straight through Carl—between the ribs, under the lungs. No major organs, thank God, but it… it lodged itself in Y/N’s stomach.”

“Luckily, it slowed down when it passed through Carl,” Hershel adds, Lori wincing at the word luckily. “But it shattered into fragments. I managed to get one out, but Otis and your friend Shane went to get medical supplies for the rest.”

“Why can’t you jus’ get em’ all out now?” Daryl asks, his eyes flickering up to the older man.

“They’ve nicked an artery. See here,” Hershel steps closer, pulling down the sheet to reveal the bandage on Y/N’s abdomen. The sight of her stomach—swollen, bruised blue and black—makes Daryl suck in a breath, his heart falling from his chest, “She’s bleeding internally. I need to go in without her moving, but when I tried earlier, she wouldn’t stay still–from the pain of it. I’ll need to put her under.”

“And when I do that, she won’t be able to breathe on her own,” Hershel adds softly. “That’s why I sent Otis and your friend to get the supplies for surgery.”

“He ain’t my friend,” Daryl mutters under his breath. “You a doctor or somethin’ before all this?”

“Something like that,” Hershel replies quietly, before turning and walking out of the room.

#daryl #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl one shot #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl twd #the ruins of us

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much-ado-about-whomst · 1 year ago

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ETN Detective Ness + Vanessa is his sister AU

-Ness is older. Vanessa

-Ness is a "Consulting Detective" (he hyperfixated on Sherlock Holmes as a kid)

-Vanessa will bring him on if the case is more complicated than usual

-Mostly she will give him cold case files

-Sparky's is Ness's day job. Gotta pay the bills

-Ness is generally a pacifist

- Except Ness and William be fighting. All. The. Time.

-It got so bad that he ends up living with Coryx's character (We'll call him X for this AU) when he was around 13

-Vanessa followed him soon after. They don't keep in contact with William

-Neither of them know what really happened at Freddy's.

- Ness is his middle name. He hates his first name, even if you ask him about it he won't tell you.

- Ness first meets Mike while Vanessa was in the hospital (gotta figure out how much canon I want here)

-At first he goes into protective older brothee mode. Vanessa rarely brings anyone over (platonic or romantic) so Ness is suspicious at first.

-Once he realizes that they are just friends he notices that Mike is kinda cute.

- They exchange numbers (so Ness can update Mike on Vanessa's recovery obvi)

Thats all I have for now. Let me know if this au is something you guys like.

#might write this #i love me ETN Ness #and i saw someone (im sorry i dont remeber who) talk about Mess and Vanessa being siblings and i just had to make thks #im that meme of the guy in a room running in circles/ bouncing off the wall #fnaf movie #is living rent free in my head #so is #securitywaiter #dreamtheory #mike x ness #ness the waiter #vanessa fnaf

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wikiangela · 1 year ago

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tease tidibt tuesday

tagged by @jeeyuns @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 💖💖

guess who's baaack - alive shannon my most beloved <3

ngl I've been kinda stuck on this one (writing s2 eddie is so hard, and buck's pov is fighting me haha) and I left it for a minute, and when I was trying to get back to it, I was writing like half a sentence a day

but today I got inspired and progress was made haha (this is obvi a rough draft, I'm just trying to get over this little slump haha)

prev snippet

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“Dinner’s ready!” Eddie calls out, putting the plates down, then walking into the living room, where Buck can see Shannon and Chris still on the couch, surrounded by books and notebooks. “Mama, you need help getting to the table, or do you wanna stay there? We can eat with you on the couch.” Eddie adds, walking over to them and starting to clean up the homework mess.

“We’re not gonna eat on the couch.” Shannon rolls her eyes and tries to get up, but then winces in pain.

“Let me help you.” Eddie sounds exasperated, already by Shannon’s side. “Why do you always do this?” he asks, sounding like they’ve been through this countless times already.

“I hate not being able to even move by myself.” Shannon grumbles, as Eddie helps her up, careful with her broken leg. Once she’s up, she leans against him, breathing heavily, just getting up taking a lot of effort. It’s a heartbreaking sight, and Buck just feels so awful for her. “This is ridiculous.”

“Just let me help you instead of trying to overexert yourself, and you’ll get better soon.” Eddie responds, sounding more concerned than annoyed. Buck empathizes with her, he knows he’d hate that, too.

Buck watches Eddie slowly help her get to the table, Chris right behind them, as he starts setting the table, suddenly feeling awkward again. It was nice, hanging out for a minute with Eddie, in his kitchen, like nothing’s changed. But now he feels out of place again, and hates that he’s making it about himself, even just in his own head. This woman almost died, and she’s the mother of the kid Buck would die for – and here he is, worrying about this new normal with her around, about how his comfort place doesn’t feel all that comfortable now.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @jesuisici33 @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @lover-of-mine @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @disasterbuckdiaz @diazpatcher

#tease tidbit tuesday #wip wednesday #the alive shannon fic #shannon diaz #buddie wip #buddie fic #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #don't worry buck and shannon are gonna be besties - i just can't have it happen too quickly lol #(can y'all believe it's been literally a month since last snippet of this whaaat lmao)#s2 eddie is so difficult to write fr lol - i need to keep rewatching bc i can't get into his head as easily as i normally can haha #btw we're getting to the truck bombing in this chapter and i can't wait (but also lowkey dreading it lol)

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grapecaseschoices · 8 months ago

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OC in 15: Kendis Crawford-Louel

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @deepinifhell and am woefully delayed in getting on this.

Tagging: @thedeadthree @thee-morrigan @nat-seal-well @nightingalesighs @laufire @lusavors @cypresswrites @thelittlestspider @mt07131 @roxaro @quaxorascal @tuomniia @andthatisnotfake @sunshineandviolets @sapphic-story [tagged fifteen peeps! i think! and as always no pressure!]

Most of the dialogue from old rp stuff repurposed for this meme, some from unposted stuff, and a few I made up for this. (As warning: some cussing)

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1] However, strangeness of the situation proves that the metal gates aren’t fully down around the castle, because she bites out, bluntly, “No! No. I’m not okay.” Her breath hitches. “Don’t. D-don’t follow that up with another question. I thought we talked about this.”

By ‘we’ and ‘talked’, she meant the time she summarily shut down his last attempt to dig deeper. It should’ve been obvious by now that Kendis didn’t like accepting what they insisted on dishing out.

2] "Yook, Kenny, yook!"

"What'm I lookin' at, teeny tyke? --- Well, now. Look at that! Is that me? In fact, I know that's me. That's the second prettiest person in this entire art of prettiness. And is the one right next to me you? It's got to be 'cause that's definitely the prettiest person in this."

"You siwwy, Kenny. Boys not be pretty!"

"Am I? Well, if you're sayin' that's right then I'll consider it. But being silly doesn't mean I'm wrooooong~. Boys can be very pretty, kiddo. People can be whatever they wanna be so long as they're --- kind, yeah? And you're the kindest, prettiest, most talented teeny tyke, I've ever known. Oh, now you're laughin' at me, huh? Well, Ima show you 'bout that teeny brat."

3] "Who invented white allosexuals, like for real? Someone return this woman to sender."

4] "We're not even four days into a fucking New Year and this shit stain is stinkin' up the place."

5] "And I get that it's different things for different people. But I rather lose a place, than lose the people that matter with it."

6] "I know you've probs been lied to lately. But you're really not cute."

7] "He obvi picked bad pics on purpose, you Italian booger."

8] "I'm like Siri. Except better looking, smarter, much louder, and not an AI slave to a hegemonic hell-hole that stole the name of one of the best fruits. Like ever."

9] "Um, excuse you. I'm not reckless. What 'bout me screams the self sacrifice type?"

10] "Hey. Hey! Look at me! That's it ... slow breaths. I've got you. Do you -- you're okay, slowly ... Do you remember what I told you last week? Just nod. I've got you. I've got ya. You remember this? That's my pinky. We pinky promised -- the biggest and most bindable way to lock in a promise, yeah? And you may not know this about me, but I don't make promises that I can't see through. I said you're gonna be okay. And I mean that. I'm gonna make it happen, okay? I'll -- I'm here now and I'll be there at the end. Prommy, prommy, prommy, prommy, pro -- oh, a laugh, huh? Ha. That's what I like hearing. Leave the worryin' to me, dude."

11] "If this human version of a mutated ingrown armpit hair follicle don't get up off my face in the next 10, 9, 8, 7, …."

12] “Ow! Fudging snowcaps! That bitch hur –” They stopped mid-yelling but simply began complaining underneath their breath.

13] "I'm --," Kendis gestured sharply with their right hand as if orchestrating their feelings or encouraging Morgan to jump in. Not that they gave her much of a chance when they quickly added, "You know."

"You're?" Morgan smirked, "You know? I don't think I do."

"Yes. You do."

"Nah, nothing's ringing a bell."

"Well, that's probably all the brain damage you got from the last fight."

"Right. I remember that. The fight where I got stabbed instead of you."

Kendis' nostrils flare and their jaw clenches so tightly Morgan almost feels a sympathy twinge in her own teeth.

14]

“Then why won’t you tell me you love me? Maybe a little reward so I can be brave?”

“‘Cause a face full of kisses wasn’t enough? Wow.”

“Sure, it was nice but this is a big deal. I think I deserve a bigger reward.”

“Aren’t rewards for after you actually do the stuff?”

“You’re right. How about you say ‘I love you’ just because you do!”

“You look cute when you pout an’ you’re gonna be late.”

“Please, Kendis? We’ve been dating for a while now and … That is – Unless – You don’t.”

“I don’t what?”

“You know you are always avoiding it, saying how you feel about me, and you’ve never come close to saying the words .. and sometimes I’ve wondered … I’ve been very patient the last several months –”

“Then keep on with that.”

“Okay. Okay. Kendis. Do you love me?”

“Can we talk about this later? This ain’t as black an’ white as you’re making it look like.”

“But it is. It is a very black and white question with a very black and white answer. Do you love me?”

“Austyn. Austyn? Stop that! What’re you doin’? Don’t. You’re – fuckin’ –”

“These are the notes I wrote you. Look at them. Look how far they reach on your floor. Look!”

“No”

“You never even wrote it back. I kept saying it and writing it and you never gave anything back … B-because … because you don’t.”

“I never gave – We’re not doin’ this right now. Again. Why’re you doin’ this right now? We don’t even have the time to really get into -”

“What is there to get into? It’s yes or no, Kendis! If you say that, then it will be all settled.”

“Maybe stop cuttin’ me off an’ let me speak.”

“You cut me off first! And don’t you start raising your voice at me!”

“You started that shit first, yourself! What is with you?”

“Why are you acting like I am overreacting? I’m not! It isn’t wrong to want to know whether or not my best friend is in love with me. It isn’t wrong to know if you really see a future with us together or if you’ve been just tagging along because I’m one of the very few other out girls in school.”

“You called me your best friend.”

“What?”

“You should know how I feel. You say I don’t give you nothin’ back but that’s a damn lie an’ you know it.”

“Then why don’t you say it? I say it all the time!”

“But are you really meanin’ it?”

“Uh - Wha – EXCUSE ME!?!!”

“Are you? How can I say those words to someone that's not a sure thing? You talk a lot about a future that ain’t here but what you really got to say for the now.”

“Wow. Asshole.”

“Takes one.”

“Fine. Don’t love me. I think it’s best if we take some space right now and reconsider our priorities.”

“Austyn. I didn’t mean – Austyn this is silly.”’

“Is it?”

“Why're we even doin’ this right now? What about the formal?”

“Don’t call me unless I call you.”

“Austyn!”

“Don’t.”

“You know what? Fuck you.”

“Apparently not even in the next few months, asshole.”

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Kendis narrowed her eyes but forced herself to take a deep breath, “You. Bumped into. Me!” Honestly, that was a generous and kind assessment. If Kendis had been human, she doubted she would’ve been able to stand with only a headache and a bad mood to show for it.

“Yeah, because you slowed down when you weren’t supposed to! I was keeping pace with you, speeding by the way, and then allva sudden –”

“I know you’re not blaming me for any of this, let alone your speeding, you Stranger Things reject.”

“Excuse me?”

Kendis felt that anger again – no, they could almost taste it. It was just wafting off the air from the shifter in front of them. It was churning up their stomach like sick, this anger that wasn’t their rage.

It was restless, like her’s was, but was also too hard, too cold.

Not right, not right. The warning blared in Kendis’ gut. Something was off and they needed to leave.

“Don’t!” They warned when the person reached out to grab at them, clearly making Kendis ready to skedaddle. The sharp yell struck out like a roll of thunder, loud and final enough to make this person hesitate, before Kendis’ voice dropped into a growl, “Don’t. Touch. Me.” [x]

#insight: kendis crawford louel #oc: kendis crawford louel #kendis x austyn #i wrote this great exchange for morgan and kendis but it deleted so fuck that #effing tumblr #grapecase writes #also i had a bunch of people tagged but it didnt save and idr who i tagged and i dont remember who has been tagged before so #im winging it and if i missed you im sorry. just do it and tag me. and i double tag you im sorry #as always no pressure #the longer stuff is toward the end #so long post #i'm not satisfied with number two but i've decided to stop fussing

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opalsoap · 11 months ago

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Android 17 hcs bc he's my character now, not Toriyama's 😛

He's Turkish + Chinese (I actually debated Egyptian too, but he can have a mixed parent for that)

Y'all he is literally Muslim, we celebrate Eid together duh

He loves rock music the most

He can play guitar and saxophone – drums somewhat, but he kinda sucks, sorry babes </3 (he's learning its okay)

He literally told me he loves sharks, otter, and deer !!

Owns a motorcycle

Lapis also can surf and play basketball very well !

Ranger Lapis knows how to cook ! Before that, not so much :(

GUYS ITS SO OBVIOUS HES A DINOSAUR NERD JUST LIKE ME FR !!!! His favs are triceratops and spinosaurus & we love to debate on who has better favs (me obvi)

17 goes overboard on chocolate when it comes to, well, anything (when we go to fro yo chains, all his toppings are chocolate related)

Still on the subject of chocolate, he loves Reese's

Loves sour food and candy :D

Also loves Chinese food, especially things to do with noodles

Lapis likes cowboy and country stuff bc of me (Texan yeehaw) and Android 13, his Red Ribbon brother (17 and I own a lot of cowboy hats btw)

He doesn't have a canon birthday, so my friend (she's the one who showed me the drawing below teehee) came up with March 10, his creation day !

He sooo short circuits or malfunctions when he's embarrassed/flustered (what a cutie)

He's bisexual

He does paint his nails, but doesn't like the bright or obnoxious colors

He literally wears eyeliner, have y'all seen Lapis in DBS ? Idc if that's the style or whatever, it's eyeliner

Also !! 17 cannot draw well, but he makes silly little doodles to put up in his room like this one:

HEHSUDH he drew us getting married back in December 2022 AHIDJS he's so cute ♡

#android 17 #dragon ball #dragon ball headcanons #lapis #dbs #dbz #dragon ball z oc #dragon ball oc #self insert #self insert x canon #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #headcanons #self shipper #bath🫀bomb #self ship #oc x canon

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suchagallabitch · 1 year ago

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🫵weekly wednesday tag 🫵

omg I (simple old me?) have been bestowed upon the honour of coming up with these questions??? i would like to thank the academy for this most sacred honour 😋

1. if you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do? I think I gotta say taylor swift OBVI. first off im gonna dropping ME! acoustic version. Then I’m gonna hope lover deluxe is already recorded, drop that. If not i will make sure to text Jack and tell him that we need to record it so that i get it either way 😼. Then I would find out the definite truth of what happened between her and Karlie Kloss. I’d wire myself (as in me- me) a few million dollars, pet the cats and then post something really random on her instagram story. Literally want to make the public go absolutely bananas trying to figure out why taylor posted a random twitter meme. I have a lot of faith to believe this could all happen in an hour but I would try. SO hard.

2. whats your most trivial / dumbest hot take?I don’t think we should still be discovering animals. like what do you mean in the year of our lord 2023 we are STILL finding animals?? no they should all be discovered and if they havent been then i think they should stay undiscovered.

3. if you had to teach a college course what would it be in? I feel like we’re all expecting me to say something Taylor related but honestly I could teach a masterclass on the psychology of Ryan Murphy. I hate that man and i have so much to say about him and his productions

4. season 12 of shameless is suddenly happen and youve been put in charge! what plot point(s) are you gonna make happen? I cant think of anything substantial to actually contribute but i want Carl Gallagher to have a fruity little vape. I also want to see him quit the force and flourish in a new job!

5. who would be your godly parent? (can be any mythology). I’m gonna go with greeks as a Percy Jackson stan. I asked my bsf who is an expert in greek mythology. She said: “you’re a Aphrodite child cuz you’re a hopeless romantic and you appreciate beauty. You’re very particular in how you’re viewed and how everything you produce is viewed (what you write, how your feed looks like, etc.)” - I’m gonna have to agree with her on Aphrodite

6. what’s something you love about yourself? I think i’m so very very funny

7. describe your day in 5 emojis: 😴👁️👩‍💻✈️☕️

8. what shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight? Realistically i think the ONLY person i could beat in a fight is Liam and honest to god im not even sure i could.

9. tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie!

- I’m double jointed

- I sleep on the left side of the bed

- I’ve never had pumpkin pie

10. do you have a pet(s). if so how did they get their name? I do! my son (cat) is named Chidi after the good place!

11. show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence

self explanatory.

12. whats your typical coffee / tea / beverage order? see i gotta have a special lil drinky drink everyday and i mean my little drinky drinks are free so i am likw 80% gingerbread chai at any given time. Alternatively, an iced chestnut praline latte w/ praline cold foam.

13. use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life?

2019- its nice to have a friend- taylor swift

2020- ribs - lorde

2021- nothing new - taylor swift

2022- first love / late spring- mitski OR orlando- leith ross

2023- true blue - boygenuis OR now that we don’t talk - taylor swift.

Thank you friends thats all i got :)

I Tag: @deedala @darlingian @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted @too-schoolforcool @gallawitchxx @gardenerian @sam-loves-seb @thisdivorce @xninetiestrendx @scarcrosseduntouched @juliakayyy @y0itsbri @grumble-fish @grumpymickmilk @transmickey @surviving-maybe @metalheadmickey @heymrspatel @auds-and-evens @deathclassic @flamingbluepanda @crossmydna @sleepyfacetoughguy @vintagelacerosette @depressedstressedlemonzest @thepupperino @squidyyy23 @energievie 🫶🫶

#im on a plane rn #zoom zoom in the sky #elle does tags

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coastxlwaters · 4 months ago

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What happened to ur thumb?!

So, this happened yesterday

0. I had a low level of light headedness and a stomach ache but I needed to get out to the barn to exercise autumn

1. Autumn wasn’t ridden for 2 days and was energetic

2. My crop and saddle felt off, I later learn they were used and modified slightly without my permission (I’m not mad at whoever did, just confused on why they did it as well have that stuff at the barn)

3. My crop and set being off, shifted my normal no anxiety routine to a “oh god, do I need to check Autumn’s back and legs for injuries?” Routine.

4. My legs were awkward trying to reposition correctly, and since autumn is used to me being a quiet and relaxed rider and caretaker that probably ticked her off, her ears were pinned back but flopping, no fucking idea what that means but I have seem some horses do it when anxious or stressed, but idk

5. The crop kept hitting the wrong place on the shoulder, I hound be able to tap once and she goes, and since I’m a rated-shows rider I can’t look down as it’s frowned upon, and have to keep my head up until the lesson or atleast course is over. So I wasn’t able to see what the difference was other than the slightly off feeling.

6. Ticked her off more that I continued to try to use the crop. MY fault, I have no fucking idea what I was doing there other than me failing to follow proper barn rules.

7. We start the course and I she goes speed demon and I could tell she was abt to do SMTH, whether it was a buck or rear I honestly don’t know nor want to find out. I just cut off and out of the course halfway through

8. I got called a coward, (JOKINGLY) so I laugh and say “fuck you than, let’s see what shit I can do now that her energy is out” and get back on.

9. Same thing as 7 but this time I don’t cut off the course and the literal next jump she bucks

10. I land HARD on her neck, I really need to check it out but my friend said she looks fine for now.

11. My hand obviously hits her neck first, my thumb taking the most damage

12. I stayed on, THANKFULLY, cause if I fell off I have no fucking idea what would have happened

13. The rest is kinda like, foggy ig, I remeber making my usual “it can’t be to bad, I lived!” And then my thumb started hurting. At first thought it was SMTH I could ride off. I was wrong and for the next 15 mins I was a mess from it, both being my birthday and smth bad happening on my birthday for th 3rd time in a row. I get home, see my finger and go “damn I’m overdramatic as hell, it’s only a minor jam”

14. Just ice it and kept it elevated the entire night

(Today)

14. No sleep last night

15. It looks weird so I prob need to get it checked for possible infection

16. I get to the doctors and expect to be laughed at for coming in with a minor jam

17. I get X-rayed cause they wanted to see if it’s fractured, told I did amazing for being actively hurt and staying still and calm during it

18. I get to the actual office, Hear I shattered the tip of my thumb and it will forever be slightly bent, get banned from horse riding for a month, (sucks for them as I won’t listen to that)

19. I pull the cancer joke on @stormbreaker-290 again while walking to the room I’m supposed to go to, since I’m MEAN-

20. I get measured for a 1 finger cast as the injury is not severe in the sense I would need a full handed cast, but apparently shattering your tip of your thumb is relatively severe, since it doesn’t happen often and will leave me with my thumb being bent slightly forever unless I decide to do an overpriced surgery. Spoiler alert, I’m broke. Doenst hurt like what I expected tho, it’s only in that category I think for a longer healing process (I wasn’t listening but it was MENTIONED) and a permanent difference in my thumb even if it’s barely noticeable.

So, yeah it’s not severe in the sense of pain, it might take a bit to heal, I’m gonna take care of autumn still obvi and completely ignore the no-riding rule. I MEAN, ILL ONLY DO WORKOUTS AND NOTHING TO BIG OR SHOW PRACTICES OK?!

It’s also on my left hand, and I’m a boring right handed person so I’m fine lol. Gonna use it to hopefully get out of school obvi, but like yeah

Preppy cast✨

#coastal’s mumbles #tw injury #tw broken bones

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iloveyousmmm · 1 year ago

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TOA HEADCANONS

uhmm

idk…

i have a lot

but here’s some head canons!!🥰😘

no they’re not organized.

i’m not really adding any ROTT hcs because i haven’t watched that in 2 years…i’m too scared to watch it again.

jim is bi or pan 100%

when toby was 10-13 he would literally go weeks without showers..

Bular isn’t straight either. he’s like under the bi umbrella.

dictatious is gay because like…yea

Gunmar slept with men because women were scarce.

blinky and dictatious both have audhd.

claire isn’t straight either. nobody in toa are straight…

angor called morgana mom more than 4004838 times.

angor is unlabeled.

gunmar and dictatious had a thing while in the darklands… but when they got out gunmar like got colder towards diccy max obvi.

when james sr left it took barbara years to try to get back into dating. like she started to date again when jim was 13.

y’all remember that one gumm-gumm troll who was crying when the nyarlagroths died? his name is jeram. literally sounds like how it looks.

anyway jeram and bular had a “connection” before the killahead bridge battle..iyk;)

bular can actually cook really good troll food (he makes really good…fleshy meals…if your a troll..)

dictatious knew angor rot in the past and they were actually really good friends. prolly more.

douxie used to trip over his staff many times cause he would all ways forget to put it in his bracelet thingy.

Bular was forced(by strickler) to wear a winter coat, pants, boots that were made for him, and a lil beanie when it was snowing outside even though he was used to the snow.

if bular knew what it was he’d definitely play electric guitar.

when given catnip, bular and gunmar(or any other gumm-gumm’s) will go crazy😪

jim hates his full name(James Lake Jr) because he was literally named after his dum dum dad.

toby has a full drawer of phones.

claire used to be a wolf/galaxy girl in elementary or middle school.

steve looked…questionable in middle school.

bular missed jeram every day.

gunmar actually cried alone about his sons death. if you caught him or anyone for that matter he’d kill you.

if bular was human in wizards he’d be some angsty teen.

bular would most definitely listen to queen, korn, mindless self indulgence, and MCR.

jim DOES listen to queen. that’s all he listens too.

jim would cry to the song beautiful boy by john lennon because it’d remind him of his dad in the past.

gunmar was good but tough to bular.

bular would have a love hate relationship with ice cream. he’d hate chocolate but love vanilla.

angor did the whip and nae nae once.

dictatious had a pet goblin who’d he take care of…a lot.. till gunmar ‘accidentally’ stepped on it. diccy was crushed.

dictatious and angor would definitely binge watch steven universe.

THATS ALL!! for now😈😈😈

#gunmar #trollhunters #dictatious #bular the butcher #angor rot #bular #claire nuñez #jim lake jr #toby domzalski #morgana #tales of arcadia #headcanons #toa headcanon #long post #gay #guntatious #dicrot

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ace-writer-lani · 7 months ago

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What are the other wips in the vault about?

Hii I'm so glad you asked! I don't want to spoil them entirely (because ajsjhd I want them to be a surprise) but here's a little brief on each!

The Undeserved and Unfinished

Solangelo multchapter fic based on this post by @come-on-valdez where Nico navigates his new life after becoming the God of Undeserved Death, and Will suffers through more grief and pain than any 13 year old should

It also features Hazel, cause she's such a gem (pun intended)

(Very angsty but will have a happy ending)

Acrobatics, Aquatics, and Athletics

High school AU with Diver!Annabeth x Swimmer!Percy

(This will be part of a series with a second part centering around Diver!Nico x Lifeguard!Will cause obvi I need to write gay shit)

A Final Revelation

This is a Valgrace fic based on this post by @lavenderfairiez

Love and Lists

Solangeloweek2024 Day 2 with the prompt "I could make him worse"

It'll be a college AU oneshot where Will is trying to find a s/o

Lavender Tea

One shot where Silena bullies Clarisse into becoming her friend and how she affects Clarisse's life

I definitely have more ideas in the Vault, but these are the ones I've written an outline for and have started at least a draft on!

(Hopefully I'll be able to post some of them soon but like, I have so many)

#lani asks #lani wips #ao3 fanfic #fic writing

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iliketodecompose · 6 months ago

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tag game 🫧

thank u b @cankersoregirl for the tag :-3 heehee

1. why did you choose your url?

it's a hobby of mine.... i am the rotting corpse she told u not to worry abt

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

NOPE. all in on this one babey. u have to put up w Everything

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

this blog! april 2021. that was when i came back to tumblr properly after like 3 years lol.

4. do you have a queue tag?

noperino

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

uhhh i wanted to leave mxtx twitter lol. i was on there at the height of the agonies. it was fun but it's easier to curate ur experience here lmfao. my first ever post was a rb of a hua cheng fancast!! awesome

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

i lov jellycat, i lov bnuy, i love pinmk. it's me i look like that.

7. why did you choose your header?

i love the eighth sense!!! and episode 6 has some of my fav colouring/shots in any show. so. one of the Classics. :)

8. what is your post with the most notes?

me going to war over the choice to not see li ming & heart kiss in moonlight chicken. i saw some ppl being rlly weird over it like .. there r 2 other adult pairings that kiss and also fuck. u don't need to see the minors kiss it's fine calm down. i was 17 when i posted it i think, so myself a minor. JUST. i don't think it's necessarily weird to see actors who r minors kiss? but if the decision was made to not show the audience here then i think that's also fine. i think it's hardly Censoring when, AGAIN, two other adult couples kiss and fuck. yea. im still pissed i think lmfao.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

idk! 6/7? :)

10. how many followers do you have?

;;)))) i like being mysterious

11. how many people do you follow?

196 lol

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

obvi

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

at least twice/3 times a day. i've been trying to limit myself to how much time i spend online lol.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

yes abeit a small one in the comments of my moonlight chicken post. i think of them and seethe.

15. how do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

so gross!!! lol!!! i hate them

16. do you like tag games?

YESSSS WHEEEEEE

17. do you like ask games?

i love playing and having fun yes

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

hm....... i shan't say ;)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

romantically no. platonically yes. <3 LOL

20. tags?

anyone who sees this post n wants to :))))) hehe. u can say i tagged u.

#mine

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thesleepypuffin · 2 years ago

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Modern high-school/uni ATLA AU!!

Placed during comics

Basically a modern day version of their world but with no bending

Zuko is sophomore at Ba Sing Se University studying political science cuz he HAS too in order to run his country, but his real passion is... THEATER

Sokka is his roommate; he’s studying mechanical engineering and is in the fencing club AND the DnD club but still managed to be a jock; he’s dating Suki of course 🛳

Katara is a high school senior and for some crazy reason is dating AANG who is a genius and graduated high school when he was 13 so now he’s a freshman in college at 14

Appa is a big, fluffy, ADORABLE sheepdog and Aang has an old van painted to look like him (arrows and all, yip yip) BUT he's only allowed to drive it on back roads because he doesn't have his license yet HAHA so Katara has to drive him everywhere

Aang is allowed to take Appa to school because Aang has anxiety and Appa is his ESA

Momo is literally Toph's seeing-eye lemur

Toph is also a high school sophomore, still blind of course, loves her SONY headphones, birkenstocks, recycle or die ♻️, is a black belt in judo

Suki and her Kyoshi warriors are sorority girls EXCEPT the sorority is just a cover because they're actually Zuko's elite guards and have to be at the university with him hehehe, but it's also still just a sorority

Suki is on the University’s volleyball team and she slays obvi; also goes the fencing club with Sokka sometimes and is also a brown belt in Karate

Azula is still kinda psycho, likes crashing parties and making life harder for Zuko, likes stealing, college sophomore, she has therapy but ditches sessions, went to college two years early because she was two grades ahead because she was super smart but now her grades are dropping and so are Zuko's because he has to deal with all her misbehavior

Mai is still dating Zuko of course, is extra fashionable and scary, college freshman, has a huge vertical garden in her dorm

Ty Lee does dance studies, yoga, and is definitely a pilates princess who is permanently in Lululemon, college freshman

#avatar the last airbender #katara #toph #sokka x suki #mai x zuko #atla headcanons #ty lee #prince zuko #atla zuko #fire lord zuko #princess azula #aang x katara #tips beifong #I’m sure plenty of ppl have done this but I’m obsessed with them 😍

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 2 months ago

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So today there was this class where the teacher wanted us to learn how to be "empathetic".

Context is that this is the first day of the second semester back and this class is basically giving an environment for us to learn on how to interact with people different from yourself and work together to tackle a problem. (It's mandatory for us students.) So it had a mix of students (age 18-21) from different courses grouped together. We don't know anyone. We won't interact outside of this class.

She also wanted the pre-assigned groups of ppl to get to know each other a little better using this exercise as a team bonding activity.

Continuing on,

The exercise goes like this:

Each person in the group is a part of the family unit (u can be the mom,dad, child, grandparent and even the pet)

You are all living in the same house

Then you draw up what budget looks like for the family in a month.

The thing about this is that this class is happening at the end of a long day. A very long first day back to school, at least for me.

So chaos is waiting to be unleashed from inside of me.

My classmate, who I know is a shit stirrer, was also part of my group. There was also a guy who claimed to be a professional gaslighter during our icebreaker exercises.

It started simple.

My classmate (who we will call C) tells us that he will be the rich grandpa and the rest of us will be his family who is mooching off his wealth.

The two seemingly less chaotic people of the group goes on to take the role of mom and dad. Useless detail to add but the one claiming to be the mom is a guy. (Yay! Fuck traditional gender roles or sth)

In chaos gremlin mode, I claim the title of the aunt (divorced once and secretly gay) and sisters with the mom. The aunt hates the mom because of sibling rivalry and also because the mom was better than her. So the aunt is bitter and jealous and a hater.

Mr. Professional Gaslighter goes on to be the adopted kid taken in by the mom and dad.

Then C shared a google doc so we can use it to draw up the budget.

Clearly, the budget would need some context to explain the expenses so we used that opportunity to expand the backstory of our characters.

Meet Grandpa Xavier Demarcus Ang used to be a criminal and hv connections with the mafia. That explained his wealth. And also on life support.

He adopted 13 year old Nino Mazino as his grandson to be the heir to his empire and teaching the ways of the family business.

Little Nino is suspected of criminal activities, expert gaslighter (has framed the dad for something once)

Then the two Ang daughters:

Calista Ang (my character) the unmarried Aunt. Coporate Slave who does shady deals with shady people (her dad is a mafia boss so obvi she was a little bit in the underground world). Basically a professional hater. Hates her sister. Hates her brother in law. Hates the kid. Greatest desire is to unplug Xavier's life support and get her inheritance.

Cheryl Ang-Tan (Mom) social media influencer by day, taxi driver at night, single on tinder profile with another husband on the side. She is planning to divorce her current husband in 2 months.

Finally:

John Tan (Dad and perhaps the only normal character who should never have gotten involved with the family) office worker who wants to make more money and get promoted.

If you expected us to make a perfectly normal budget plan after making up that whole drama filled backstory, you are dead wrong.

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The basic budget plan the teacher wanted us to make:

Accommodation:

Food:

Groceries:

Utilities:

Clothes:

Any other expenses:

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The budget we made:

Accommodation: $3500/mon (bc we lived in a 4 bedroom flat and mortgage paid for by Xavier. This is the number they pick don't ask me how they got it.)

Food: $300 per person /month

Groceries: $450/month

Utilities: $550/month (because we want hot showers but Xavier would kill us we ever try to take a bath)

Finally the best part:

Clothes: $4588/ month (bc mommy and aunty love designer clothes)

Under any expense you can think of:

Car gas: $300/month (bc Calista needs a car to get to work and Cheryl is a 'taxi driver' at night)

Hospital bills: $5000/month (bc rmb Xavier is on life support)

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So while other groups got their total budget to be around 3~5k /month. Our group got over 15k /month as our total and we were mostly mooching off Xavier's wealth.

Then the teacher revealed the next step of the exercise:

Suddenly, your gross total household income has become $1500 per month. What will you do?

We had to redo our budget.

My suggestion to pull the plug on Xavier was well met and we made the almost unanimous decision to kill off Xavier Demarcus Ang bc his hospital bills were too high and he was dying anyways. We also needed his inheritance to live on. (You were a shit dad, Calista said to her father as he laid on his deathbed)

Then, we found out that Xavier was a spiteful shit that made it so little Nino got his inheritance and no one could access it.

Unfortunately, the family had to downgrade to a 2 bedroom flat bc the rent is cheaper. But that would mean that there was not enough space for 4 people.

The sisters made the decision to kick Nino out into the streets because he was so useless anyways. John was only kept around bc he contributed something(money) to the household.

The once mighty Ang family resorted to a meal a day, quick cold showers once a week and the bare minimun to survive.

The Ang sisters had to make the hardest decision to stop buying designer clothes and they couldn't afford any new ones right now.

(If you are asking why we didn’t sell the car or our expensive clothes, the rule was that we couldn't increase the budget by selling things so there was no point in selling anything)

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The new budget:

Accommodation: $150/month

Food: $200

Groceries: $200

Utilities: $200

Clothes: $50

Car gas: $0 (bc we ain't driving anywhere bc the gas price is high and the car remained a relic of pur former glory days)

Public transport fee: $50

Hospital bills: $0

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You might be wondering where the empathy part of the exercise it.

Well....

The teacher announced that the student playing the character that would be most affected by the changes in the budget to come up and tell us

What the hardest decision to make was?

What was the easiest decision?

Who was the most affected and how?

Our Answers:

The decision to stop buying designer clothes. And kicking the adopted kid out because he got the inheritance no one can get but no one wants him around anymore. Nino was Xavier's favourite so everyone hated him.

Easiest decision was pulling the plug on Xavier. Dude was dying alr and we couldn't the hospital bills even if we wanted to.

Most affected was Nino. And Mr. Pro Gaslighter gave this whole tragic story of how he was abandoned by the family since Grandpa Xavier was the only one to care about him and with him gone, Nino no longer had his protection. This 13 year old made his way in the world by catching pigeons in the park and making satay out of the birds in order to feed himself or sell them to ppl for a dollar a stick.

Me and C were giggling like mad the entire time.

Hilariously, the teacher went along with the entire thing and ask normal questions like:

"How would your friends feel about your new homeless situation?"

They don't know about it because I haven't been back in school bc the Ang family were sponsoring me and now they aren’t sponsoring me and I can't go to school.

"Where are you sleeping since you were kicked out?"

On a park bench

"How are you feeding yourself?"

I make satays out of the pigeon I catch and sell them for a dollar a stick. Also I steal from the Angs when they are not home. Grandpa taught me a lot of tricks.

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With each word coming out of his mouth, everyone was trying not to burst out laughing.

Honestly, I was dying of laughter and holding back tears at the end of it.

The teacher eventually decided to move onto another group because our group had taken too long. I think she was a bit in disbelief of how far we had taken the entire thing.

Our family dynamic had to be the most toxic out of the all of them and filled with drama.

It was shit but oh what glorious shit it was.

#i would like to add that Nino kept blaming the decision to kick him out on Aunt Calista #Calista would say that it was a mutual decision made by Cheryl and John and she was wrongfully accused #Xavier was a shit dad and deserved to die #he lived for too long

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marley-rose · 5 months ago

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kiss your lips sore || marley & elijah 📝

TAGGING → marley rose & @elijahwilde

LOCATION → psu mixer

TIME FRAME → 7/13/2024

NOTES → what starts out as just friends chatting ends in multiple orgasms that only one of them will remember the next day. NSFW, obvi??

Marley grabbed a cherry coke from the bar and headed back toward the party, only to be stopped in her tracks when she saw...well, him. That's what he was to her, in her head. He was the only person who could stop her in her tracks in this specific way. She could tell she'd caught his eye and she smiled at him brightly, closing the gap between them and giving him a one-armed hug. He smelled good, looked good....was good. Always good to her in every way. God. "I didn't know if I'd see you here, but I'm so glad I did. These things aren't really my jam, I feel like I'm older than everyone. When did that happen?"

The night had been... weird, for lack of a better word, but Elijah was still holding out hope that like, something would go right. His eyes scanned the room, looking for someone who would make the night some hilarious story to tell rather than just a faded, drunken memory, and he did happen upon one Marley Rose. Perfect. "Stop it, Mars Bar," Elijah scoffed, wrapping his arms around her and grinning. "Because if you say that we're the village elders, here, I'm going to have to jump out a window. I purposefully caught up on all Gen Z slang so that nobody would actually know me as a millennial. Want to hear about my rizz?"

"Only if you want me to lose my girl dinner," Marley hit back, her nose crinkling in a laugh at her own dumb joke. "But seriously, I'm so glad I ran into you, I was losing hope and feeling a little too awkward. I'm fine on stage, I never get nervous playing to a full room, but parties always make me feel like I'm in sixth grade again, standing on the wall, like no one sees me and I don't want them to. Except, well, you see me, and I mean, that's not so bad."

"Girl dinner," Elijah sang back to her, waving his hand like he was attempting some kind of Mariah Carey-level riff. At the mention of her feeling awkward, he shook his head, and tugged her even closer. "You're so silly," he began, but meant it in the kindest and most loving way. "You're Marley freaking Rose. Literally the sweetest and most compassionate person in the entire world. Like, I get being nervous but on the other hand, every single person at this party would be better off knowing you and having you in their life. I fully believe that."

God, he couldn't just say stuff like that, could he? It was making it harder and harder for her to stop thinking about him like that, and she'd been making a valiant effort. She shook her head, "Have you and Lilah started my official fan club yet? Because you'd be really great co-presidents," she said with a little laugh. "I don't know if I'm the sweetest and most compassionate person in the entire world, but I mean, I will accept the title as long as it comes from you," she touched his shoulder affectionately and sipped her drink, "This is just cherry coke, by the way. I didn't want to be old and drunk at this thing."

I will fight her to be president of your fan club," Elijah said, looking at her very seriously and giving her a tiny bit of side eye. No, he was really kidding, but he hoped Marley would see it. "It's all good. I'll believe it enough for you until you can. Sound good?" Grinning, he tapped his own cup against hers, which decidedly did not contain only cherry coke-- but a Shirley Temple with vodka. "Oh, I'm two for two, Mars. Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"

Marley snorted a laugh, "No, you're like, the only reason I'm not leaving," she confessed, cheeks pink. Damn. She smiled, "You're not an annoying drunk, you maintain your charm. I, however...just start crying or making out with a stranger apparently, all judgement and charm goes out the window!" she rolled her eyes, remembering the last time she'd gotten well and truly drunk, "I feel like I haven't recovered from the last time I got too messed up...and it was forever ago!"

Elijah laughed, but again, it was good natured and only stemmed from how adorable he thought Marley was. “Hey, I support all of your choices! If you want to drunkenly make out with a stranger, I’ll hold your bev.” He wasn’t gonna let her cry that night, though. “It’s like… scratching an itch, I guess? If you enjoy it, then once in a while doesn’t hurt.”

Marley thought on it; he wasn't wrong, not exactly. "Well what are you drinking?" she asked curiously, eyeing his cup. " 'Cause if I was gonna switch over, it'd have to be something pretty good, ya feel?"

“I’ve got a Dirty Shirley.” He hated the name as soon as he spoke it, and laughed. “Sorry, that sounds soooo fucking creepy? It’s a Shirley Temple with vodka. Tastes like candy. Do you want a sip to see if you like it?” He held it out to her.

Marley giggled at his phrasing, "Ohhhh no. I wish I'd recorded you saying that to save for posterity," she said. She nodded, "Hm, sure, why not?" She took a sip of his drink, the fruity taste hitting her nicely as the burn of the vodka tingled her throat, "Oh damn, I love this," she said with a smile. "Okay, okay, let's go get me one," she conceded, "I'm convinced."

“Amazing,” Elijah flagged the bartender and ordered another one. “A little sweet and a little bite, just like you.” When the bartender brought the drink back, Elijah clinked his glass against hers. “Cheers. To old friends and new adventures.”

There was that word again, friends. The loop that she'd got herself stuck in by not being brave. A little bite? What bite? Was the bite in the room with us? If she had bite, she'd kiss him right now, or she would've kissed him years ago when there was still any hope of anything happening. She put her smile back on her face and hoped the drink would loosen her up. She clinked glasses with him and took a drink, "Oh, that's beautiful, I could write a song about this very moment."

“Do it!” Elijah encouraged, nodding at her. “I would love to watch you write a song. I feel like it would be like watching Albert Einstein do math. I bet that music from Ratatouille plays, too. You know, the one where they’re cooking and in the zone? Would that be confusing, though? If music plays in your head that is different from the music you’re trying to write?”

Marley snorted, grabbing a tiny notepad and a pen from her purse - this wasn't an odd thing for her, inspiration was everywhere. "The lyrics usually come first, but not always perfectly formed, kind of just like, general ideas." In the notebook, she scribbled, out of his view: this tastes like candy but i bet it'd taste better on your mouth, bet i taste better than all the girls before, bet you'd never leave and it'd never go south if i was brave enough to kiss your lips sore, lalalala? maybe? As she wrote, her brow furrowed. How bold of her, actually, to write lyrics about him in front of him. "See, the music will come later. I actually have a lot of instrumentals and beats that I put together that might fit. We'll see later." She took another swig of dirty shirley and smiled at him.

Elijah read the words over her shoulder and was convinced suddenly of his ability to hallucinate. “Is this fiction?”

Marley thought she'd successfully kept her scribbles out of his view, but of course, she'd been concentrating so hard that she forgot to factor in that he could move to read them. She swallowed hard, her cheeks red. "Sometimes I write fiction, à la folklore..." she trailed off, but she felt it would lack artistic integrity to lie right now, aaaand maybe she was a lightweight, and despite having drained only half of her dirty shirley, she felt a little courageous, "But. this isn't that," she finished her thought boldly, taking another drink and looking him in his eyes.

Elijah stared at her for a moment, wondering if this was one of those alcohol induced fever dreams that Marley had been talking about. Getting sloppy, making out with a stranger. Personally, he’d never seen her exhibit that kind of behavior before, but he knew that someone’s perception of themselves could be brutal in even the best of cases. It was with all the courage and most likely none of the sense in his head that he narrowed his eyes at her. He made sure both of their drinks were nowhere in spilling zone before he carefully tugged her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask, Mars.”

Marley's eyes widened, but she didn't pull back, already feeling heat between her legs at how close he was to begin with, but now that he was under her, that was different. Shit. She smirked at his declaration, but realized he was for real when she saw the want in his eyes, and she wondered if he in turn could see the want in her own. She tilted his chin up and leaned in to kiss him softly, but her body had other plans. It wasn't soft, it was full force, it was cherry and vodka and a taste that belonged to just him. She sucked on his bottom lip and let his hands roam her body as they pleased, years of tension on her side breaking in one moment, and she felt fucking alive. She was right though, the dirty shirley did taste better on his mouth.

In no universe was Elijah expecting that this would be how the night went, but he certainly wasn't going to complain nor take this opportunity for granted. He'd expected something sweet, and nothing could have prepared him from the way she took over. Was it the alcohol making both of them brave? Or was this something she'd actually wanted? "Marley..." he moaned out her name as she deepened the kiss, tugging her impossibly closer onto his lap. He broke away from her, only to trail kisses down her jaw and settled in the curve of her neck, nipping at her skin and soothing it over with his lips. "You're mine tonight."

"I'm never anyone else's," she murmured, a total slip of the tongue, but a truth nonetheless. She tilted her neck back to give him more access, and without any permission from herself, she found herself grinding down into his lap in a room full of people, the ache between her legs simply needing a little something. She let out a small gasp at the sensation, goosebumps forming on her body under his touch, "We need to go somewhere," she whispered against his ear, "This is gonna get really real really fast," she reasoned, as if she wasn't literally riding him with their clothes on.

At the feel of her hips against him, Elijah knew that she was right. He was very quickly feeling his body start to react to her, and knew she could, too. Even the tiniest movement of her hips was making his breathing start to get ragged. He forced himself to break away from her neck and instead cupped her cheeks with his hands, giving her a kiss that was still passionate but not one that would end with them ripping their clothes off at the mixer in front of everyone. "Do you... want to come back with me? To my place? Or... would you rather find a dark corner?"

"Corner," Marley said breathily, knowing they'd probably just start in the back of the uber and ruin one of their ratings. "Take me somewhere, anywhere," she whispered against his ear, lust and a bit of the drink clouding her normally rational mind. This was so not what she'd normally do, but she also wasn't normally with the one person she thought about every night before bed. She hopped off his lap and extended her hand for him to take, and when they connected - yeah, maybe it was a static shock, pure science like her sister would say, but maybe it was the spark she was always singing about in her songs. Maybe, just maybe.

Elijah was ready to carry her to the corner if need be, but as he reached for her hand he brought it to his lips and kissed it. When they were far enough away from the rest of the party, and Elijah had found an alcove that was tucked far enough away that nobody could possibly find them, he gave her about a minute to process before pinning her to the wall and kissing her. “Do you even know how crazy you make me?” He asked, as he pressed up against her to let her feel just exactly what she’d done to him.

The second she felt him hard against her thigh, it was game over. She didn't even think, she just reached down to palm him through his pants, nipping at his jaw, "That's the thing, I didn't know," she said breathily, "But this is a good way to find out," she said, pressing a kiss to his mouth again, grinding herself against him in a way that she simply couldn't help.

Elijah whined against her lips as she palmed him, and he shifted to give her a better vantage point to grind against his thigh. “Take what you need, gorgeous.” Man, if she wanted to use him, he was the most willing for it. “I’ve wanted to kiss you every time we sing together,” he mumbled against her lips, as his hands skimmed down her sides to rest on her hips, encouraging her to move. “And that’s not the only way I’ve wanted to taste you…” He trailed off into another moan, kissing her with more fervor than he had now that the eyes were no longer on them.

Marley was torn between lust and pure adoration at his words, but the pulse between her legs was really winning out. She kissed him back hard, so hard that it practically hurt, but it hurt so fucking good, "Mmf, yeah?" she murmured, "Show me where you wanna taste me," she teased, carding her hand through his hair and locking eyes with him.

He needed no further permission, and as soon as he lasered in on her ocean blue eyes, he knew he was a goner. Elijah moved slowly, hoping to give her every possible out if she wanted him to stop, but trailed kisses all the way down her body before he knelt in front of her, his fingers just brushing against her thigh. “Can I kiss you here?” He asked, referring to the circles he was tracing under her skirt. “That’s one of the places I’ve wanted to taste.”

Marley bit her lip as she looked down at him, "Yeah," she whispered, "God, yeah," she practically whined, feeling the fabric of her panties completely soak now, she spread her legs apart to give him room to get where he needed, never taking her hands out of his hair.

With her permission given, Elijah gently pushed up her skirt and nearly felt the wind get knocked out of him. Marley’s voice, which was his favorite sound, somehow was even more intoxicating in this moment. He pressed kisses to the inside of her thigh, every few movements biting down and then easing it over with his tongue. When he got to her panties, he gently pushed them to the side to kiss her again, closer to her center wanting to see how reactive she was. He wasn’t surprised to find her already wet, but shocked that he’d been the one to do it to her. In one swift movement, he hooked his index finger over the waistband and tugged them down. One hand reached for hers, the other kept her skirt in place as he began working her up.

Marley couldn't stop herself from letting out whines and moans, and when he reached for her hand, honestly? For her that was the best part. She squeezed his hand as he dove in, her mouth falling open when she felt the heat of his mouth on her. She'd thought about this before, of course, but nothing could prepare her for the reality, the beast that was awakening inside of her every second this went on, "So damn good..." she whined.

Elijah knew the number one rule of going down on a girl was to not stop but he couldn’t help feeling proud of himself that he was the one doing this to Marley. He hummed against her, shifting his approach over to suction and nudging her hips in an encouragement to move. Elijah was ready to make sure she couldn’t walk by the end of the night. He squeezed her hand again, looking up at her with adoring eyes. He moaned, but it came out more like a hum against her body.

Marley's moans were getting higher, and higher still, and of course, she wasn't singing, but she sort of felt like she was. Marley squeezed his hand back, they were communicating without words, they didn't need them. She knew exactly what he wanted from her. She rested a leg on his shoulder and let herself fuck his face, grinding against his mouth as her cries got louder and higher - surely people could hear them if not see them, right? She didn't care. "Eli 'm gonna cum," she whimpered, her legs shaking.

Elijah nodded, humming against her still as he encouraged her, determined to make this the best damn sexual experience she’d ever had. Tall orders, but still. “Mhm,” he encouraged, enjoying the feeling like he was completely surrounded by her. Elijah shifted so that their fingers were interlaced instead, and squeezed her hand twice this time. He wanted her to know he was right there with her.

Marley ground herself against him a couple more times, and then she squeezed his hand hard as she felt her orgasm hit her, her moans turning to happy little sighs as her hips stuttered against him, "Oh my God," she murmured, placing her foot back on the floor so she wouldn't keel over, her whole body practically vibrating. All she wanted to do was kiss him again, "C'mere, c'mere," she commanded.

Elijah rode her through it, holding himself back slightly since he knew she might be sensitive. She wanted kisses, and he wanted to give them to her. Turning her down probably had to be the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life, but Elijah shook his head. Instead, he continued, kissing at her folds and waited until she showed him she was ready to go right back into it.

Marley took a second to understand what was happening, catching on quickly, and smirked when she did, "You're bad," she murmured, taking a second to breathe before hitching her leg back on his shoulder and reaching her hand out for him again, letting her head fall back as he practically devoured her for a second time. "Shit," she hissed, a little sensitive, but the tiny bit of hurt felt good.

Elijah held in most of his laugh, but it trailed off into a moan as he set himself up. He could have stayed there all night, drowning them both in pleasure. Forget the fact that he was starting to get uncomfortably hard against his pants, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did, other than making sure that Marley had no words other than curses and his name. He urged her to move her hips again as he gave her suction, moaning without a care who heard them.

Marley followed his lead, grinding her hips against him slowly at first, then a little faster, the ache building in her feeling impossibly sweet, just fucking gorgeous. She didn't know she liked a hint of pain until just now. The way he sucked her was almost too fucking much, and she loved the too-muchness of it all. She felt tingly everywhere, even her toes. She rocked harder against his face, her moans starting to sound more like sobs, but God was she happy.

Her voice was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard in his life, and he knew he’d do anything to get her to make these sounds again. As she reached her second climax, Elijah slid one finger inside her, searching for the spot that would make her really scream. He didn’t want to break his movements but he did want to tell her to let go.

Marley felt it hitting her again, like a fucking truck. She let out a moan-sob and felt herself shaking like a leaf as she let go, "Fuck," she cried. "Oh God, baby," she whined. She felt like she was on a higher plane of existence - no one had made her feel like this in a long fucking time, if ever. She wasn't sure if she'd ever felt quite this good with anyone, now that she thought about it.

This time, after Elijah rode her through it, he did stand up, take her into his arms, and kiss her. “You were so good for me,” he mumbled in between kisses, as he lifted her up and pinned her to the wall. “So fucking good, Marley.” He sighed, peppering kisses on her face.

Marley let herself be lifted and kissed him back with fervor, "I always wanted to be," she whispered, her senses buzzing. Everything from how he smelled to how he tasted to how good he just made her feel just made her need him to never stop touching her.

"I think we need to get out of here," Elijah swallowed, his voice very rough as he shifted his attention to her neck. "I can't have you in all the ways I want you on this desk, as fun as that would be. And you deserve a bed, really."

Marley's chest swelled with affection at his words, "So take me somewhere," she said matter of factly, pulling back to kiss him sweetly before moving to smooth her skirt down in preparation to simply blow this pop-stand. She bit her lip, her wet center still throbbing from all the attention it was getting. "You coming?"

Elijah reached for her hand and grinned. “Sure am. Should we go see if they’ll give us a room?” Maybe not the most romantic of circumstances, but he’d certainly make do with what he was given.

Marley nodded, "Mhm, yeah," she said, taking his hand and walking out of their little hidey-hole, making their way to the front desk. They probably looked like lovestruck teenage idiots as they approached the bored looking woman behind the keyboard, but Marley couldn't bring herself to care. "Hi! We'd like a room please, whatever you have available," she said confidently, like she wasn't requesting a room to fuck this man in right this minute. It was about to be a long, long night.

Marley didn't know this at the time, but she'd definitely left her underwear somewhere in that hotel, and also probably some of her dignity.

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