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thequietkid-moonie · 7 months

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The glimpse of a lost memory about someone that doesn't exist anymore

[ ONE-SHOT ]

[ Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon / Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon ]

Okay, i can't believe I made myself cry after reading it once it was done! I think i put waaaay to much heart on this

I really REALLY hope you like it as much as I did, my dear reader ! ❤️

It all started by just a simple dream, it wasn't the first time Usagi dream with someone calling out for her, it happened before she became a Sailor Scout, but this time it felt different, it wasn't like if that person was calling for her to try and reach her, if was more like if it were someone greeting her, happy to see her again, and whenever she wake up she felt rather melancholic

The first time Usagi tried to just brush it off, but soon it started to happen more and more, every time it was diferent scenarios and diferent places but what never changed was the person talking to her, someone she can't reconize, she can't even see their face but know that is smiling at her, it was too weird, but what it was more weird it was how happy and comforted she felt on that dreams

Soon she will end up telling her friends about it, probably just because she was too distracted with all of this that it had became obvious for everyone, Usagi tried to brush it off but it was of no use since they know her too well, and at the end she finally tells them about the weird dreams she have been having lately, and for her surprised everyone agreed to have those dreams too, for everyone was different but what never changed was the person talking to them, even Mamoru had a few dreams with someone who talked to him with respect but treat him as family

Everyone start to worry about it, they would prefer to don't take it as something bad imediatly but it wasn't imposible to be some kind of trick from their enemies, so everyone decided to investigate more about it, looking for any posible enemies that were trying to trick them into something, or maybe it was just the inmense curiosity everyone were feeling, they needed a reason for that strange melancholic they feel for those dreams

But not matter what they do, at the end there was no threaten, only the feeling of melancholic, like if they had lost something and now they were missing it, it was so confusing, Makoto, Rei and Minako were the ones growing more frustrated for not reaching any answer to what the hell was happening, they want to be ready for any posible future threating but this was too strange and yet it felt so familiar

At some point Michiru, Haruka, Setsuna and Hotaru get involved too, it is normal for them to step in if there is any posible threaten to their princess but they were pretty much in the same position at the rest, the feeling of missing something and some weird dreams of someone they don't reconize, however their role when they were on the Moon Kingdom were far different from the others and they are more aware than the other sailor scouts about what happened, so they are a little more aware about this situation, somehow knowing that it isn't a bad thing, in fact is the opposite

Now being all together on this it would make things easier for them to try to find answers, using all their recurses and powers together to try to find out who is that person that they can't remember but always smile at them. Even when it was dificult they had came way too far to back off now, feeling a curiousity grow by the shared feeling of lost and missing, the more they go deeper by trying to remember the more sadness start to grow in their hearts, it was so strange but make them think that this was far more important from what they thought

The answers they were searching for were finally reveled when they finally reached the spot where they had lost what they were missing, in one of the rooms of the the ruins of the castle of the moon they were able to find the remains of a dead star that leave behind only their feelings, their wish of a greater future, barely noticeable but still somehow intense

The memories slowly started to came to them again, it was you the one that was being missing, that one comforting presence that make them feel melancholic. Still without being able to fully to see your face they started to remember the day they met you, a shooting star that came to the moon kingdom, motivated by pure love you wanted to serve the royal family and fight along side with the greatest warriors that were the sailor scouts, your comforting presence was even able to be felt even for those who were so far away, you used to always look at the vast universe in their direction, sending them a smile hoping they won't feel too lonely

You became their friend and confident, become part of the group and spend a long time with them, caring and helping all of them at the best of your habilities, trying your best to teach the princess what you had to offer, even when that bring you problems since you were the one to teach her to travel to earth. You laughed with them and cried with them so long ago, you cared for them and cover their backs on battles, you were there to fight along side with them to protect the kingdom and the princess, you were also there to watch how the pince Endymion sacrificed himself to save your princess and to see your princess take her own life, you were there to cry for their dead and slowly see the kingdom fall into the deepest sadness, to see the kingdom slowly perish by the aftermath of the war

You had came to serve the princess because of love and that love was the one who motivated you to try your best until the very end, people always said that shooting stars were able to make wishes come true and you were determinated to do that, you didn't care about the price you'll have to pay, you had made your choise and decided to use your power to make your wish come true. But your wish was not only too ambicious but it was also taboo for a shooting star to use their power to make their own wish come true, but you didn't care

So, with all your determination you used all your power (and you even had to use your connection with the other sailor scouts, taking a little bit of their power to help you, just hoping they wouldn't mind), concentrating all your power, putting all your heart and mind to ask for your wish, you asked to please give your beloved friends and princess, the people you consider your family, a second chance to be together

Using all your power and strength you were able to make sure that someday somehow all of them would be able to met again and live together in the planet your beloved princess used to love so much, but, sadly, you won't be able to be in that future that you wished with all your heart, to make your own wish come true you had to consume not only all your power but also your entire existance, you had to return to your purest form as a star to let it happen, but you wouldn't mind, as long you assure that they have a future then you didn't mind giving your life for it

And then, on that last glimpse of memory the recovered they were finally able to see your face, smiling brightly as your body slowly start to fade away, whispering your last goodbye to them and wishing them a bright future before you become nothing but a light that were slowly foing out

It was more than what they expected, and it hit them harder than what they would guess, they were able to remember you only to lose you again, even if they wanted there was no way making you return, your existance have been extinct for so long ago, leaving behind only your love impress on that wish thay will make them company and protect them forever

The melancholy quickly become a deep sadness and a terrible feeling of missing you, now that they remember all that they lived with you they can't stop the tears from falling, even those that never had the pleasure to met you in person can feel an emptiness in their hearts and the lack of your comforting presence, even Mamoru, who had spent little time with you and in really bad circumstances remember that comforting smile you give him when he came to the moon or the horrified expression in your face when he was hurt, he even remember your voice calling out for him before he died as the prince Endymion

You knew that there was a high posibility that you'll be forgotten and yet you didn't care, for you it was fine as long as they could live happily all together, just as they all wanted, but now that they had remember you all of them promised to never forget you again, even if you can't heard them anymore, even if you won't be able to smile at them again they will not forget you ever again, living in your honor and carrying the memories close to their heart, forever grateful for your sacrifice

#sailor moon x reader #usagi x reader #mamoru x reader #minako x reader #amy x reader #rei x reader #makoto x reader #chibi usa x reader #michiru x reader #haruka x reader #setsuna x reader #hotaru x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader #manga x reader

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kurikive · 2 years

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please! — 63. hospitals... ugh.

jungwon and hanni were sitting in y/n's hospital room, watching over her until she woke up. the doctors said she would be fine after a few more days of rest. still, hanni was worrying over the unthinkable worst scenarios.

what if she never wakes up? i should have dated her sooner, now we won't have any time left together. god, i'm such a dumbass.

jungwon was busy texting his brother, who's a lawyer, about the situation with haruto and filing a restraining order. fortunately, taeyoung had recorded the whole situation on his phone as soon as he saw danger.

it was a few hours after the fight, and y/n was finally regaining consciousness. the first thing she noticed was the unfamiliar scenery and odd atmospheric sounds. the second thing she noticed was the strange position she woke up in and the weird clothes she wore.

the third thing she noticed, now with her eyes almost fully open and a bit of a grasp on the situation, was hanni.

don't tell me it was all a dream.

"what the fuck?" was the first words she said after hours of unconsciousness, immediately grabbing the attention of the two in front of her.

"y/n? are you awake?" jungwon stood up from his seat to walk up to the bed.

"dude..." y/n blinked a couple times, "what the fuck happened?"

"you idiot!" hanni exclaimed, "i thought you were gonna die!" jungwon looked her way, she had her hands covering her mouth in shock.

"okay, don't be dramatic, hanni. the doctors said she'd wake up soon."

"is no one gonna tell me what happened?"

"you got knocked out." jungwon explained.

"like, drunk? again? wait, why are you fine?" y/n raised an eyebrow in confusion. "no, dumbass. haruto punched you in the face and you went down." y/n gasped.

"that bitch..." she remembered what had last happened, rage returning at the thought of the boy's face. but she also recalled what happened before, turning her eyes from the ceiling to hanni.

"wait," she started, "so you're still my girlfriend?"

"yes, stupid. we had just become official and you get in a fist fight in day one." y/n smiled at the thought, "well, did i look cool?"

"no."

"you wanna see the video?" jungwon enthusiastically took his phone back out. "oh my god, yes. show me."

the boy started playing the recording taeyoung sent on the groupchat, also containing other moments y/n missed out on while she was unconscious, like hanni running to her aid, yeonjun actually beating the shit out of haruto, jungwon cursing out his ass, and the very satisfying painful groans of haruto.

"damn, y'all fucked him up." y/n said, impressed at the teamwork.

"it was your revenge." jungwon smiled empathetically.

y/n shrugged dissatisfied, "well, yeah, but i kinda wanted to do it myself."

"i don't know why you thought you could take him. he's like ten feet tall." hanni said.

y/n shifted into a more comfortable position, sitting up a bit taller. jungwon supported her back, just in case. "i guess i just really wanted to punch him at the moment. i was so mad."

jungwon shook his head while scoffing, "you really didn't have to, i already had the evidence to file a restraining order." y/n gasped, "you're really gonna do it?" she said in excitement.

jungwon nodded, "so you're basically here for no reason. well, the reason being you're stupid." the other laughed.

"where are the others?" she asked.

"uh... well, yeonjun is in another room getting his wounds treated, some of the others went home, others are waiting outside and dana went to tell her uncle at the restaurant what happened." the boy explained and the girl sighed.

"well, at least we got rid of him!"

silence dominated the room for a few seconds until jungwon spoke, "you look so fucking stupid right now." in between laughs he opened his phone's camera to take pictures of the girl on the bed.

laughing as well, y/n started to pose while sitting. hanni smiled in adoration, or was it amusement? who knows, all that matters is that she cried a bit. although no one really noticed until a sniff was heard.

y/n turned her head to the other girl, "are you cryin-" she didn't get to finish her sentence before hanni walked up to her and hugged her. jungwon took one last photo.

"you're so stupid." she said in between little soft sobs. "don't do that ever again."

y/n stay still while she thought, "but what if you get robbed?" she asked genuinely, making hanni hug her harder while she laughed. "shut up." only then y/n hugged her back and laughed with her.

the shorter pulled away and y/n looked back to jungwon, "so when do i get out?"

all of y/n's friends sat in her room, the doctors said she would be fine in a day or two. "and then jungwon started kicking him too!" said yeonjun, recalling the events of the night before.

y/n looked at the boy beside her, "i'm so proud of you. you learned from the best, me." she pat his back while staring at him with pride.

jungwon looked back and frowned, staring her up and down, "you were the one that got beat up, asshole." he scoffed, "you're literally in the hospital right now."

"shut the fuck up." y/n stopped and glared at him. "anyways, when i get out of here the party better still be a plan." she said.

dana who was standing by the door frame smirked. "you thought i'd let it not happen?"

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— y/n is most definitely not immune to pretty girls, and hanni is very pretty. she begs for one chance, but when it's given, what will she do?

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mxlktxa · 2 years

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Old Days

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pairing; (teen!)joel miller x (teen!)reader

summary; reminiscing and dreaming about older memories is always fun. especially when they were ones that paved the way for where someones stands. whether the memories were positive or negative. lively or miserable. as long as they held a special someome they have today.

warning; 18+/suggestive scenarios, language, mentions of abusive behaviors/acts, drug usage, self harm, use of tobacco

word count; 3,127

author note; i wanted to try a little something but im extra nervous about this one… someone pls help me better my writing, i beg

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❀ 6

Who the fuck was this child and why on God’s green Earth was he staring at me so hard? With a smile and holding a flower out to me, like a total loser. An adorable loser.

“Hi,” he giggled.

I stared him down, eyes squinted at the flower in his hand. He stepped forward and pushed it out to me, causing me to jerk back, humming softly.

“My name’s Joel and I’m six.”

Fuck you, go away.

“Y/N. I’m six too.”

“Do you want this flower? It matches your shirt.”

Why are you being so nice to me? And how did you fine a yellow flower in this almost completely bland park?

“Okay,” my little hand reached for the miniscule plant, cautiously taking it. The boy named Joel giggled at ran away from me.

“I’ll find you more!”

Why? Don’t do that. Strange boy.

“Okay,” I kinda just stood there, watching him run around the playground for his flower finding mission, “You’re weird, Joel.”

___

❀ 16

“Fuck you, y/n. You’re nothing but a washed up slut. Nobody would even think to love you.”

“He said that to you?”

“Yep. My own father. To his sixteen year old daughter. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Y/N… We need to get you out of there.”

“Oh, please, Joel. I’ve had worse. Done worse. I’m pretty sure I can make it just a couple more years in that house.”

“Or I could just ask around for you, see if anyone is willing to let you stay with them.”

“Joel. You and Tommy need to chill out. I’m gonna be fine. Swear,” I knew I was lying to these boys. But I couldn’t show them that I was weak.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off me, staring down at my bruised rib area and cut up legs. Huffing, I swung myself off of the table, kissing Joel’s cheek and heading toward the swingset in front of us.

“Where is Tommy Boy anyways? Home?”

“Yeah. He’s just having a tough day today but he should be fine by tomorrow. We can all go to the movies then too.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Ugh, so excited! I wonder who’s gonna chicken out for the movie first. I bet you it’s gonna be Tommy.”

“Tommy don’t like scary movies, you know that.”

“He’s gonna have to learn to,” I laughed, running my hands along the cold metal chains that held the swing up, “Come push me, Joey. You’re always so serious.”

___

❀ 17

School. Never liked it. Not one bit. I never really had friends, wasn’t known by anybody. If anyone did know me it was because I was the kid known for skipping class to hide out and smoke in the bathrooms or an abandoned classroom, the girl that sleeps with any guy she wanted, the freak who just looked like she was in a cult so she must be. I only ever had Joel and Tommy. Even if Tommy was younger and wasn’t even on the same grounds as Joel and I.

Well they had one thing right. I skipped class to smoke, that was a fact even teachers would agree to.

“You are so high off your ass right now. Aren’t you?” Joel sounded angry at my current situation, arms crossed and eyes filled with annoyance and rage.

I looked back at the doorway from the corner I popped myself into, giggling and waving to Joel, “Don’t worry, Big J,” I cooed, taking a quick puff and exhaling, “It’s only a cigarette this time. How’d you find me, Boyo?”

Joel snarled in disgust, marching over. I quickly pulled my shades down and tugged down on my sleeves, looking back into the wall.

“I understand that this is some sort of stress reliever for you, Y/N, but do me just one favor and quit it until school ends for the day.”

I looked down at my shoes, ignoring how upset Joel seemed, though it was hard since he was right beside me, tapping his foot on the ground and burning holes into the side of my skull.

“Joel. Now isn’t a good time.”

“No? Because you were just all happy-go-lucky when I found you.”

“Because I didn’t think you’d find me anyways.”

“You choose the same three abandoned rooms, Y/N. It’s not hard,” he huffed, snagging the cigarette from me and putting it out, “Let me see em’,” Joel demanded.

Shit. I’ve known him for too long then. Way too long. Not even Tommy understands that sunglasses and baggy clothes hides the damage done from a day ago. Maybe even hours ago.

“Joel. Please.”

“Please, just let me see.”

Silence. Joe wasn’t even mad anymore just upset and heartbroken. Simply because I didn’t want to hear his quivering voice anymore, I pulled back my sleeves and lifted the sunglasses. Joel immediately huffed and his knees nearly buckled.

“Cigarette burns? More cuts? A bruised, swollen lip? Fuck, Y/N!” Joel held back his crying, gripping my arm and shaking his head.

“Joel, please,” tears pricked my eyes, falling down after I looked away from him, meeting the corners of my lips, hesitant of falling from there, “I know it’s bad, I know. But I have nowhere else to go. My grandparents on either side don’t care to even check if I’m still breathing, I have no friends but you and Tommy, and I have no money and no help to move on my own.”

“I’ll beg my mother to take you in.”

“Joel, your mother will end up in jail for a kidnapping, no.”

“There has to be something!”

“There isn’t! Joel! There’s nothing!” I broke down, shooting up from the chair and pounding on his chest.

Fuck. I’m crying and screaming at him. Maybe I’m not all that strong. Not even a good friend. Sucks to be me, I guess.

One hand landed behind my head, pulling me into his chest, the other on my back, creating small circular motions. Gradually, we ended up on our knees, Joel comforting me and kissing my forehead, plenty of times.

“Let it out, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Fucking help me, Joel.”

“I will. Me and Tommy will do anything any everything to help you.”

“Please. I’m begging you.”

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❀ 19

“Joel! Joel, Joel, Joel!” my feet were forcing me to charge over to Joel, jumping on his back and covering his eyes.

“Woah! Y/N, slow it down. What’s going on?” Joel chuckled, carefully pinning me between a wall and him.

“First of all, I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since graduation, so congratulate me.”

“I��m proud of you, sweetheart, good job.”

“Second, I got excepted into college, another congrats, let me hear it!”

“Wait, what? You’re serious right now?“

“Unnecessarily serious.”

“Get off me right now,” Joel got serious so suddenly, it was kinda scary. He stepped forward, letting me drop down, turning to me with a straight face. For a second, he looked at my face then chuckled and pulled me in to kiss my forehead.

I sighed in relief, holding onto his wrists and he was now aggressively smashing his lips on my forehead, eventually pushing me into the wall.

“My baby! Look at y-, you smell like weed,” Joel raised a brow and ceased the kisses, still cupping my face with both hands. I gave a nervous smile, knitting my brows.

“At least it wasn’t a cigarette?” a nervous laugh was thrown in, watching as Joel shrugged and recommenced with the kisses.

“So, does this mean you’ve a dorm now? Or do you still live with them?”

“I have a dorm, don’t worry. I just… Hope my roommate is nice.”

“Me too,” Joel grinned, resting his forehead on mine. My thumbs ran across his wrists, trying to persuade my hands to not run to his waist or ass. Very tempting, truly.

“Fuck, Joel. Maybe… You’re my lucky charm, yeah?”

“Oh, of course. Only because I’m able to help tou get back on the right track every single time,” his words felt like a warm blanket, shielding me from how cruel the world could be. But only for the short period of time.

“Mmm, let me go before I try to fuck you.”

“Yeah, no, we are very much in public and that would definitely screw us over a bit.

“Yes… Okay, let me go,” we laughed, Joel kissing me sweetly before letting me go, “I’ll come again when you get off work.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Big ol’ baby.”

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❀ 20

I sat in my dorm bathroom, shaking profusely and rocking back and forth, roommate crying and banging on the door like a police officer.

“Y/N, please, sweetheart, come out! Don’t let him get to you, please. We can file a police report and press charges! I’m begging you, please!” Veronika pleaded, jiggling the handle and sounding like she was close to choking on her words.

Just then, there was pounding on the front foor. Veronika’s breath hitched and her footsteps left the bathroom door. I slowly lied on the floor, ignoring the razors and blood beneath me.

“Where is she?”

Joel?

“She’s in the bathroom. Please get her to come out. I’m scared she’s done something crazy, Joel.”

Joel. God, Joel.

I curled up into myself, squeezing my eyes shut. This wasn’t happening. I didn’t deal with anything crazy today. Totally didn’t. I didn’t have another man I trusted just completely overpower me while I was vulnerable today. Take advantage of me and viciously threaten my life. No. Not at all. It was all just some sick dream my brain wanted me to dream of. Right?

“Y/N. Open the door, sweetheart. Please. It’s me, it’s Joel. Come on out.”

“She hasn’t said anything the entire time she’s been in there.”

“How long has she been trapped in there?”

“Almost three hours.”

Silence. I silently cried on the floor, scared of what was to happen next. Would they leave? Would they discuss what they think is happening? What was next to come?

That’s when there was insane kicks landing on the door. I screamed, sitting up right and staring as they just kept coming down. Eyes hurriedly scanning the small bathroom, I looked at the window and weakly stood to wobble to it.

There was… Laughing? From multiple people. I shook my head, climing over the tub and trying to open the window. This wasn’t happening. No, not again. Never again.

“Leave me alone! Go away! I just wanted help with my work!”

“Come on out, Y/N! We just wanna talk is all,” a distorted voice was cackling behind the door, multiple laughs, multiple voices.

“Come out, gorgeous!”

“Let’s have a little fun, baby!”

“Leave me alone!” my voice nearly cracked and failed to deliver the scentence, the window opening half way. I punched out the screen out, taking the opportunity to crawl out, applying pressure to the fresh slits all over my arms and legs.

“Y/N! No!”

I was yanked from the window, held in a pair of frightfully strong arms that wouldn’t budge. I clawed, kicked, screamed, squirmed, pleaded, did everything to release myself.

“Don’t touch me! Get away! Please leave me alone! Please!”

“Y/N! Hey! It’s me! It’s us!” Veronika, cooed, hands on my face, feeling wet and smelling like metal, “Look, love. It’s me and Joel.”

It took me a minute but her face was morphing, replacing from my abusers to my sweet, scared roommate. I still kept trying to escape but toned it down, keeping my eyes on her.

“Hi, sweetie. It’s okay. It’s us, mama. It’s us. You’re safe.”

I eventually gave up, being lowered to the ground and set up against the wall, still tearing up like crazy just silently.

I looked to the other person, seeing Joel absolutely distraught. My view just wouldn’t stay focused on one person for too long, constantly switching between to two safest people I had with me now.

“I just wanted help with the work. I didn’t want him to do any of it. I was scared. I couldn’t-“

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. We know, baby, we know,” Joel was bawling his eyes out, his hands replacing V’s and his forehead on mine.

“Help me? Please? Can you guys help me?”

“Yes, yes. Of course, sweetheart. What do you need right now? You wanna get all cleaned up? Want some fresh clothes?”

I nodded anxiously, still glancing between the two and shaking like crazy. Veronkia gave me the okay, running to get me clothes while Joel ran the water, checking up on me every two seconds. Literally.

“I’m right here, Y/N. It’s okay.”

What the fuck. Why the fuck? It was gonna take me forever to process any of this.

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❀ 25

“Y/N? You okay over here?” Tommy questioned, rubbing my back, “You’re staring off into space with wide eyes again.”

“Yeah, I’m cool. Just thinking about some other things right now.”

“Like?”

“Sinking my teeth into a thick ass steak or something,” I laughed, leaning on Tommy. A snort left him as he leaned his head on mine, rubbing my shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me. I’d kill for a steak right now,” he huffed.

Tommy and I had been sitting at a bench near a park bathroom, waiting for Joel, Maria and Veronika to come back. It had been maybe ten minutes since they all left to use the bathroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Where do you see yourself in a few years?”

Ah. The infamous question I’ve been getting since middle school. But this time I had a not so depressing answer. My eyes met Tommy, shyly smiling.

“Uhm… Waking up to two crazy kids. Right beside Joel. Laughing and playing in bed with them. Making breakfast for my happy little family. Kissing Joel goodbye for work and taking the kids to school then going to myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes. Definitely,” I started giggling and chewing at the skin around my nails, “Why?”

“Because he said almost the same thing when I asked him what he wanted.”

Joel actually wanted to marry me? I was just letting my little brain entertain me and allow me to assume Joel still loved me. After everything we’ve been through.

“So… Joel is in love with me? Like? For real?”

“No for fake,” Tommy paused with a blank look, looking away, “Yes for real, dummy!”

I huffed, punching Tommy in his knees, crossing my arms, “You scared me!”

Not really. I just don’t wanna hear what I already thought I knew.

“Okay, sorry, sorry! Look. They’re taking a little bit and I wanna show you something cool. Do you trust me?” Tommy questioned, standing from the bench as his hand reached out to me. I took it and stood in front of him, eyes covered by his hands.

“Hey!”

“Nope! Have to have them covered. Just for a little bit. You’re safe, promise.”

I put my trust in Tommy, holding onto his forearms to keep my balance. Tommy hummed a little tune as he walked me around, carefully guiding me.

Maybe five minutes of walking and Tommy stopped, “Okay. We’re here. Ready?”

“I’m scared but yes.”

“Okay… Look!” Tommy backed away, hands removing and both Maria and Veronika throwing white confetti at me. Startled, I squealed and waved it off, earning a laugh from the three.

“You wanted to show me white confetti?” I giggled, brushing myself off.

“No, silly. We wanted to show you this though,” Maria laughed, both her and Veronika stepped aside, revealing Joel, behind the two girls and on one knee. He held a beautiful bouqet of different flowers with what looked like a box in the middle.

“Joel?”

This wasn’t happening. This was all a dream and my brain was just trying to give me a happy moment.

“I know I said I would get you similar flowers to when we first met. When we were kids. But I got you this instead. Not a single one matches your outfit right now but… It’s still just as beautiful as you.”

“Joel, are you-? You’re serious?”

“Listen, Y/N. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, you hated me plenty of times and I didn’t wanna be around you from time to time either but I’m happy we never gave up on each other.”

“Holy shit, just shut the fuck up, yes!” I giggled, holding back tears and pushing past Veronika and Maria to go kiss and hug Joel for what felt like forever.

Joel chuckled, standing up and sweeping me off the floor the second he wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like that laughing, kissing, crying, hugging, all the good stuff for what felt like an eternity.

“So Tommy was telling the truth. About what you said.”

“What does that mean? What’d I say?”

“That you also wanted me to annoy you for the rest of your life.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s close enough.”

“Not even a five minute walk to being close. Now get down and let me put this damn ring on you.”

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❀ Present, 30

“Y/N. Wake up,” Joel groaned, lightly shaking me. My eyes shot open, scanning the room and landing on Joel a few times before wandering again to confirm I was home in bed with him.

“What happened? What’s going on? Are-“

“Yes, Y/N, I’m fine. You were flailing around like crazy then you were calm a bit then just huffing. Like you were crying or something.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Strange dreams. You know me, Joel. Big J. Joey. J-“

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Joel lied down, pulling me on top of him. We laughed a little bit, lying together and trying to get back to sleep.

“Joel?” he hummed in response, hand meeting mine on his chest, “Thanks.”

“What? For what?”

“Not giving up on me. I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing. If I would even be alive-“

“Hey, hey, hey.”

“Sometimes, I don’t even think this is real. Like right now. Is it?”

“Yes, baby. It’s real. It’s all real. Don’t start that crying because I can assure you this is all real, you’re right here with me. Right now. We’re happy and healthy,” Joel attempted to look at me, blowing me a kiss and smiling.

“I love you, Joel.”

“I love you too, Y/N. And I would give you the world of I could.”

How and why did I get gifted this fucking guy since I was a kid? I was just super thankful to even lay my eyes on him and spend quite literally my entire life with him. Maybe I’m not entirely upset that that child stared at me with that dumb little flower.

#tlou #tlou part 2 #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel x you #joel x reader #joel x y/n #joel x female reader #fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #f!reader #𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⋆˚✿˖°

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theoldaeroplane · 1 year

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Rambling under the cut

Today's what I hope will be my last interview for a long time. It's the fourth for this job which is fucking wacky, like. The position is not that impressive but ok. I think they're serious about me at least. Fingers crossed. I think I want the other job I was interviewing for more, but at this point I just need either one.

Boss pulled me aside yesterday to be like Hey Are You Fine and I had to be like Well Not Really so we discussed that. He's a good dude and was understanding when I said I wouldn't be able to take on the role I was originally hired for. I don't feel I'm in danger of being let go at least, though I suspect I'll take a pay cut. I'm glad I won't have to drop that on him, because the role is time sensitive to being filled (the guy currently in it is leaving to start his own gig) and I don't want to leave anybody in the lurch.

Best case scenario is I get an offer today and can start in two weeks. Worst case scenario is idk. There's always more things to go wrong.

On the bright side I found a really good deal on a Steam Deck and used my first big boy paycheck from this job to get it as a birthday present to myself, and that should arrive today. The distraction will be nice and I'm looking forward to being able to play my steam library whilst horizontal. Plus it's a tinkering dream machine.

Uhh what else. I haven't really been doing anything at all because I'm so tired when I get home so I mostly go to sleep and then play video games for a few hours before going back to sleep. I miss being creative and seeing people, I feel very unfulfilled and isolated. The Concerta isn't doing anything except destroying my appetite and preventing me from having caffeine, but I'm seeing my doctor about that on Tuesday.

I feel like I've been on the cusp of "things going right" for like three months and it is Exhausting.

I've stress-regressed so much that I've returned to my "horse girl" state which has been fun actually! There's a therapy barn very close to me that takes volunteers so I'm trying to figure out how to get signed up for that. I've also been learning that I know jack shit about horses and boy I love learning about animals. Horses are so weird and their history is deeply entrenched with humans, so they're fun to learn about.

God. Ok. I don't think I have anything else. This week has been a shit show so I hope I'm over the worst of it.

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neitherthehoneynorthebee · 2 years

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5, 12, 23, 56, 69

Hi Anon, thanks for the ask!

5: do I like constructive criticism? Well ... it's complicated. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, because I appreciate people engaging with my work like that, and people are free to comment it. But I will rarely use it to edit fic once it's posted. Only a couple of times over the last years have I edited a chapter once it was posted. Basically, I do like it, I don't often directly use it.

12: how does receiving/not receiving feedback/support impact me? Support and feedback impacts my writing a Lot. My current long multi-chapter is only being updated because of the support the first chapter got, and the support it continues to get. No joke: I posted the first chapter with no intention of continuing it and the support and interest was so overwhelming it made me interested in continuing the story, and I'm glad I did! I'm really happy with a lot of the things I've done with it.

Basically, feedback and support means a ton, and helps me write more and more regularly, even if I still take about a month to upload sometimes.

23: best advice for writers? Hmmm. I'm not really confident I'm in the best position to answer this so take it with some salt. Advice for nonfiction writing - don't leave it to the last minute (this is mainly a reminder for myself). For fic? Write it primarily for yourself, not for others. It's not a chore and it's not an obligation, and when I gave up ideas about perfect quality and nerves about other people's opinions I had so much fun writing and posting fic. My attitude is that, as long as I'm happy with it, I'm not worried about technical flaws or anything. Which actually makes it much easier to write - and hopefully therefore improves your writing skills. Of course I hope people like it, but I'd post fics I was happy with regardless of audience tbh. This might seem contradictory considering what I said about interactions encouraging me a lot - but it isn't really, because while support is so lovely and appreciated, and it's great when what I want to write coincides with what people want to read, I've written fics with much less support which I am still quite proud of, for various reasons.

56: part of my writing I'm most proud of? The messy emotional bits. When I can articulate a complicated scenario or mindstate to some effectiveness, or write a morally grey character with sympathy without their ruthlessness being ignored. My favourite part of many of my favourite pieces of media (at least, non-comedic media) is usually the parts with emotional complexity - however that manifests - and I get really happy when I can put that on paper in my own work too.

69: work of mine I'm most embarrassed by? I'm not really embarrassed by anything I've written and posted - I'd be shy to show the people in my life, but that's not embarrassment as such, that's more complicated than that. But the works I was most hesitant to post were my three Dream SMP fics, which were fix-its of series three, partially because the content creators being very online meant that any implied criticism in my stories would be potentially visible to them (though very unlikely) and I felt weird about that. And partially because, before the finale, DSMP was a massive fandom with a nasty side to some of it, and I didn't want to dive right into that. But I wrote it, because I love DSMP and its lore and characters, and thankfully it received very little attention anyway.

#ask game

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clockworksteel · 2 years

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I had a dream this week where someone asked something about how I was getting so many chores done and I responded "I'm a trans girl". I hope what my subconscious meant by that was "by asserting my identity I'm implying I've conquered gender dysphoria and therefore am no longer stressed out by basic tasks" and not something sexist about roles in the home. Honestly, it was a really weird response but dream logic probably allows making that sort of jump. Maybe there was more context that has been lost to memory as well.

I want to say the word "girl" was chosen over "woman" because the characters in the dream were younger but I don't remember anything clearly besides my response. In terms of un-clearly remembering things, I want to claim it was at some sort of summer camp in a cabin where the guests were expected to pitch in and actually do things, or perhaps it was just a getaway with friends and there was no leadership.

The more interesting part to me is that "trans girl" is a part of the gender spectrum that I haven't exactly been admitting should be under consideration, which has only extended as far feminine as "demigirl". I've had some idea that my estimates weren't entirely honest this whole time, but I guess I've had trouble letting go of what I've been. Rome wasn't built in a day, as the game over screen of Ikaruga says (and it's probably just a famous quote). My dream self could also still be wrong anyway: maybe reading about other people on reddit having "the dream" just influenced things. Even immediately upon waking up it felt more like a conversation I read about than something I experienced.

Honestly though, I'd been hoping almost nightly to get the sort of dream others talk about that would just sort things out for me, but it turns out we're in a "well yes, but actually I don't trust myself" scenario, to quote the end part of one of the memes I've bookmarked (https://www.reddit.com/r/egg_irl/comments/oknalp/eggirl/).

In other news, I did actually tell my housemate I don't think I'm cisgender, after giving up on saying something in person and just doing it over Discord. The reaction was positive, as expected. Still, nice to have said something.

Also, I've been thinking if I did go with a feminine name besides Alice, something starting with C would be neat: with me already being CS and Clyceer I do seem to have tied myself to the letter C a bit. Caroline kinda sticks out among C names. As far as references for that, only Portal 2 comes to mind, but it's not like a name needs to be reference-filled, it's just fun if it is. Caroline is the name of a human whose digitized personality became part of Glados, or something like that.

I still haven't looked up gender neutral names to see how those feel though. They’re harder to just think of, so I do expect it will take looking some up.

#clockwork-gender

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sw4tch · 1 year

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all things considered, that was a pretty cruel way to treat me. i was gonna say "which is fine" but no. I don't think it was fine. But. Well what's done is done and i do not have True Actual resentment in my heart over it. Just sadness. Which will pass, as all things do. It's comforting really, to know that the only lasting feeling I'll have over it is Melancholy. That's a pretty good feeling to have. It's not big and explosive and destructive, it's just a wave that comes and goes like the sea that i know will never drown me no matter how hard it tries. Or at least, like the wolf, will only have to catch me once.

But it won't be this time. It won't be This Time.

Also I've decided that for my mental health. I. I have to set stronger boundaries with everyone around me. This whole week I've been feeling extra paranoid. I feel like everyone is watching and they can see my flaws. They can see how monstrous i am. They can see me rotting from the inside. They can see. Everyone can See. Everyone Knows. Everyone Knows and Loathes It.

That is of course an illogical feeling. It is a manifestation of my lying brain. It is because of Brain Weird Syndrome.

A while ago, in one of the conversations I've tried to have with my mother to try and. Put a bandaid on our relationship. I told her about how i feel Deeply Alone. Alone in a "i don't have anyone in the world on my side" alone. "I don't have a safe net" alone. When it all goes to shit, i will be out in the streets for the wolves to come for me.

She told me that i need to trust in my friends. That she knew why i felt that way but that i needed to open up to my friends. That i needed to let them know how i felt. That i needed to trust them with my big secret. So that i didn't have to carry my burden alone.

That's naive in this modern world. Naive.

Don't you know? friendship is not to rely on others to that degree. That would make you a bad friend. My biggest fear is to be a bad friend.

That would make me unwanted.

> would you resent a friend of yours if they relied on you to that degree?

...I want to say no. I wanna be able to help my friends whenever I can. But realistically, maybe i too would snap if my friend stayed with me over a year without a job and i had to take care of them. I would resent that. I would resent that maybe. In my current mental state, maybe i would resent that.

But. I say this. And i wonder. If the snaily of that scenario would be so heartless. If the snaily of that scenario wouldn't be so grateful to have a friend for a whole year who is, presumably, helping around the house and also being a positive presence around. Someone to get home to and have a camaraderie with. Someone who will wait for me, if only because i am being useful.

I am useful, therefore i would be appreciated.

Isn't that your dream snaily?

The tears come because I just go back to square zero and i know this week has put me in a bad mental state i can't seem to escape from.

I will endure however. I have a job to do. I have events to look forward to. I only allow myself to cry as i process my state via writing as i always do. But i will wake up tomorrow and Endure it all as usual.

Anyway. The horrors of being known. I am taking those back. Please respect that. I have decided I don't want to be known to this degree anymore. This was my diary. It was a mistake. I was a mistake and i own it. This is healthier for everyone involved, but especially me.

#snaily blabber

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urs-things · 1 year

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BLUE LOCK

nothing special just making things easier for myself because i like to go back and re read everything all over again. I'll be adding more to this in the future.

Rin

Idiotically stupid || Fluff

No fear || Fluff

Petty Rin || Fluff

Warm ups || SFW

If you'll have me , I'll have you

Shutter || NSFW

Addictive || NSFW

Between love and ego || FF NSFW

Post it or don't || Fluff

Heart like yours || Fluff

Scenario

Scenario 2

Sae

Scenario

Scenario 2

Scenario 3

Whole || Fluff

Incomplete (whole pt.2)

Say yes || Fluff

About time || Fluff

Conversations || Angst

Late || NSFW

After sickness, after health || NSFW

Told you so || SFW

Them good intentions get lost || NSFW

Oliver

Ruined other women for him || NSFW

Jersey chaser || NSFW

First time for everything || NSFW

Headcanons || NSFW

Breeding kink || NSFW

Isagi

Isagi needs his cock sucked more than he thinks || NSFW

Problem || NSFW

It feels weird to be devoured for once || NSFW

Perv || SFW

Bachira

Bachira likes it rough || NSFW

Breeding kink || NSFW

Making out headcanons || NSFW

Unhinged Bachira || NSFW

Cockwarming him || NSFW

The obsessive type || NSFW

Riding his thigh || NSFW

Overstimulation and begging || NSFW

Headcanons || SFW

Nagi

His annoying habits || NSFW

New position || NSFW

Nagi loves teasing you as much as he loves seeing you cry || NSFW

Overstimulation || NSFW

Unaware of being big || NSFW

Just say it || SFW

Multiple orgasms || NSFW

Getting hard || SFW

Ex-husband Nagi || NSFW

Reo

Perv Reo Love taste || NSFW

BF Headcanons || SFW

Kaiser

Five dates and a proposal || Fluff

Sweet nothings || SFW

Poison || NSFW

Outside heat, inside need || NSFW

Shidou

Dreams come true

Shidou Headcanons || Fluff

Multiple

Positions || NSFW

Say you missed me || NSFW

Hot things he does || NSFW

How he likes to have you || NSFW

BL boys eating you out || NSFW

Maybe I just wanna be yours || NSFW

How he kisses you || NSFW

Do I feel good in your thoughts || NSFW

Thinking of you || NSFW

Baby I'm weak for you || NSFW

All mine || NSFW

Aren't you a good boy || SFW

Warm me up || NSFW

Moments with you || NSFW

How they fuck you || NSFW

Interrupted NSFW

Hickey from who || NSFW

I'm what you need || NSFW

You turn me on like a light switch || NSFW

Stop telephoning me || NSFW

Smile for the camera || NSFW

Doing it raw || NSFW

How they kiss you || SFW

Wearing their jersey || Fluff

BL RECOMMENDATIONS

#blue lock smut #blue lock #ut recs

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junow-honours · 2 years

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25.02.23

Brainstorming ideas and concepts, I came up with the three following concepts which are going to be the backbone of my research this year.

1) Illusion of safety 2) Branding as identity 3) Where fiction meets reality 4) Instant gratification

I will explain these in further detail:

Where fiction meets reality:

I was thinking about this for a long time and struggling to explain it in words, originally I classified it as “The videogame phenomenon,” which was solely to give a title to a personal realization, and resulting experience, that I had.

I’m sure that there is a psychological explanation for what I have experienced but it also feels very abstract as an idea, and probably subjective to different people. It describes the out-of-body feeling you experience after engaging in video-game activity for long periods of time, it also applies to tv shows (after Netflix binges), and even after reading a book (but I would argue that it is intensified when consuming visual digital content.) It describes the slippage of videogame territory into the existing, real world, where your brain hasn’t fully comprehended where it is. Almost like you are waking from a dream, but you are not, because playing a videogame is far from dreaming. It is the shift (or regain of your senses) from where you’ve been mentally existing within your screen world, to the existing world, you need time to mentally tap back into your body to be able to properly exist and navigate the real world.

I experience this after watching Youtubers play videogames for a considerable amount of time. Once I sit up, I feel dazed. When I put my shoes on and tie my laces I don’t feel like I have agency over my actions. My body feels numb and it feels like my actions have already been predetermined. I’m not thinking or focusing on tying my shoelaces, but somehow I am doing so with my fingers, which feel detached from my body. I feel as if I have become an NPC and someone is above me, controlling my actions by clicking on their screen. In moments like this, you also feel vaguely invincible, if a videogame character can run through a wall, then I can too. If a videogame character has 5 lives, then don’t I too? Maybe this is a completely different phenomenon that I am experiencing, this is often how you feel after being lazy for a long time, but the connection between this feeling and the media you consumed prior (videogame, tv show etc) has a significant impact on your thoughts during these moments.

And perhaps I haven’t even felt the full extent of this, because I don’t play videogames, I am only watching someone else playing it. Maybe this is what parents are concerned about when they believe their children can’t decipher the difference between reality and shooting videogames.

Bear in mind that everything I just wrote is only my first moment of realization, that acts as the backbone for my concept and thoughts around where fiction meets reality.

It made me realize that both fiction and reality can coexist, that fictitious scenarios are entirely possible in reality. This was a weird realization for me, because I consider myself very logical, “the real world is predictable and will happen like this” (maybe this is a social construct, you study, you work, you spend money, that is it) and “fiction and escapism are only present in books, tv shows, in videogames, fantasy can only exist in a constructed world.” This made me increasingly aware that reality isn’t always predictable, that you can experience escapism in real life, and ‘unreal’ things exist and happen a lot, there are physical pleasures that act as doorways into alternate worlds (alcohol, drugs, consumerism, media).

Now this idea, fiction can exist in reality, can be both positive (elevated by the internet and social media), and negative (link to safety being an illusion, life being unpredictable and dangerous). I’ll explain each side.

Positive:

This makes you more aware that you have agency. If you imagine yourself as a ‘character’, then all these associations of choosing pathways, completing tasks, dressing yourself to create a specific image, prioritizing certain pathways.. etc. This can be beneficial, inspiring, motivating

Following the above point, you can view yourself as tangible, you can construct yourself to be who you want to be. Dress how you want, adopt new hobbies/ personalities, copy/ imitate (fake it till you make it). Although this can be a negative thing, it still promotes instant gratification, which might instantly gratify you throughout your full lifespan.

For the point above, social media also elevates this, constructed identities can be praised or worshipped on social media. Idol worship. Fan bases for your superego identity.

Negative:

Understanding that fiction can exist in reality can be a frightening realization. Some of the most unimaginable, horrific, unreal situations occur everyday. Snuff films and gore videos are prime examples of this, it was an unwelcome and horrifying reminder that humans are capable of both committing, and enduring, acts of torture (not just physical) that you couldn’t even imagine happening, or would think are only shown in horror films.

Makes you aware that you don’t exist in a bubble, the world isn’t safe. Not everyone is kind, and being kind doesn’t protect you from hate and violence. It is as simple as being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

#concepts #term one #research #notes #theory #terms #key moment

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funtimegarbage11 · 2 years

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Chapter 1: The void.

Oc is a minor. Please no shipping. But found family type schtuff. Angst/Comfort.

Warnings: cursing, cold, mentions of death and murder, slight violence?, umm if I missed any let me know. (This is my first time)

The void is an interesting place to visit. It's the most empty and creative universe I’ve ever been to. It's completely dark, and you get to choose what’s in the darkness, whether it be a tennis court or just a swirl of colors. What could be a floor could be stairs. You can lower the floor or make all of it air. I once laid on it and used it as a blanket snuggling under it; it was quite relaxing. Another interesting thing is you can bring visions to life and create melodies simply by thinking about it. You can create stories or scenarios by simply dreaming it exists.

However, the void is a… restricted zone. Very few are allowed to enter. There’s a being, a demon more specifically. He looks like a human man in his 30s except for his pitch-black eyes and the strange fuzzy feeling you get when you’re around him. It's like static on a T.V. Although he may not live there, the void is his domain. He does what he pleases with it. However, just because only a handful of people are allowed to be there, doesn’t mean that there are no unwanted guests. I can always tell when the demon has discovered an intruder. A freezing chill stretches across the zone and the pitch black of the void becomes, darker? It’s a difficult thing to explain to someone who hasn’t been there. I’ve been there long enough to recognize which common trespassers get which degree of cold.

There’s a man who dresses like it’s the 1980s and is always covered head to toe in pink. He gets like a cold wind at the beach. I’ve met him a few times, he's eccentric but quite funny. I'm pretty sure he only comes here to annoy the demon. Whenever he gets kicked you can always hear him shouting something about the lack of color, despite it being a void. The next intruder is this space camp-looking man. He gets an “I opened the freezer and have been standing in front of it too long” cold. He accidentally gets in every blue moon so the shiver is brief. And then there’s the man in a red robe cold. That cold is the bone-chilling “I’ve been sitting in the snow for hours in just my tank top and shorts”. After that man leaves I always have to ask the demon to make it warmer in here just to stop feeling numb. I’ve seen him but it was always from a distance.

I’m a universe hopper and met the demon by accident in the universe he resides in. He lives in a big mansion, it’s quite a nice house. Although initially aggressive, he grew fond of me? I don’t quite know what happened but he showed me the void and said I’m allowed in whenever I want. It’s hard to tell why he allowed me into the void, he’s very stoic so it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking. It’s quite nice being on a demon's good side. It means you are less likely to get into trouble, although… I can’t say the same for the guy in the red robe.

I am sitting here in the void chilling to some music, more specifically Meteor Shower by Cavetown. And then there is this weird noise, like a warping sound, and the void becomes more fluent or liquidy. Less solid mass. I stand up and look around the void, confused. I start walking, my red fuzzy socks sticking to the ground like I was trudging through mud. My plaid pajama pants sway with every step toward the center. The void is a vast place with no end, but at the center of it all, is a dark oakwood desk. I always position myself barely within sight of it, just so I don’t get lost.

I am about 70 ft from the center when I see the sheen of that red silk robe. As if he knew I saw him, the man turned around and made eye contact with me. He smiles devilishly and then I fall. The floor beneath me turns to air and I am falling, in a continuous matter without any sign stop. My oversized t-shirt sticks close to my body as the darkness envelops me more and more.

To be forever falling is strange. It's like there’s no gravity at all while simultaneously gravity is pushing you down like a hydraulic press. This paired with the fact that the void is black with no dimension meant that if I hadn’t maintained upright and known where up is, I’d think I am floating. Then all of a sudden, I’m frozen in mid-air. I’m so cold it feels like my bones are made of ice. I curl up in a ball trying to keep warm, tucking my knees into my shirt the soft fabric hitting my skin. My teeth chatter and I rub my hands together. I feel my body be pulled up slowly and carefully. Soon enough I can see the outline of the demon in his wine-colored sweater and black jeans in the distance. I uncurl myself slowly to be ready to stand. I can’t see the rich man who caused my fall in the first place but I’m sure he’s around. I’m nearly to the demon's signature black leather oxford shoes when I see the man restrained by the abyss from his extremities about 10 ft from the demon.

I’m finally level with my friend about 2 ft away from him and my feet hit the ground, the void now fully solid below me. Since I’ve been falling for about 20 minutes my legs aren’t used to carrying my weight and I immediately stumble forward. The demon takes a step and catches me by my sides and pulls me toward him. He gets down on one knee so he can make eye contact with me. Considering I’m 5 ft and he’s 6’7 it’s expected. He puts his hands firmly on my shoulders to keep me upright and with a trained eye, you can tell he is observing my body for injuries.

“You okay? Are you injured?” he asks, concerned.

“Mostly. I’m a little shaken up and absolutely freezing but other than that I’m good.” I respond.

He gives me a nod and stands fully upright, towering over me. He drops his hand on my left shoulder and pushes me to his right side, a little ways behind him, his right hand coming around my back and resting on my arm. His sweater is warm and soft beneath my skin and I unconsciously rest my cheek on him, aching for relief from the bitter cold he creates.

The man's body who has been floating by his midnight chains for a little while now is brought down, limbs still partially swallowed by darkness, and is now at eye level with the demon.

“What are you doing here, I warned you never to come here.”

“Well, I was hoping to pop in and use the void for my own devices, considering it was originally my discovery but apparently that’s not possible.”

“It stopped becoming yours when you killed me and took my body, leaving the void for me.”

“But you won’t even let an old friend use it? Instead, you let this child use it without a babysitter? And I thought you were smarter than this being mayor and all.”

“You’re a mayor? I didn’t know that.” I ask surprised.

“Used to be mayor. I lost my title when I lost my life. Not the point. Mark, you need to get out of here before you lose the life you stole. And LEAVE THEM ALONE. They’re more trustworthy and responsible than you ever were.”

“HOW THEY’RE ONLY 17? WE’VE BEEN THE BEST OF FRIENDS SINCE CHILDHOOD!”

“AND YOU BROKE THAT TRUST. GET OUT OF HERE AND NEVER RETURN!”

“Spoilsport.” The man I now know as Mark mumbled. A bright blue light flashes and he is gone.

“You good, friend of mine? I know that for a place I told you was peaceful, this must have been scary.”

“Yeah, it was. I honestly didn’t know how to get out of the situation. Also, could you make it warmer in here? It feels like a level 5 blizzard in here and not the type you get at Dairy Queen.”

“Apologies. He is my arch-enemy and he threatened my friend in my domain of all places.”

“Arch-enemy? Do people even have arch-enemies?”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a person any longer.”

That gives you both a good and needed laugh. The atmosphere has warmed now that he is gone and the situation has dissipated. I sit on the black of the void, initially hesitant considering the last time I trusted it to carry my weight it betrayed me. After being comfortably seated the demon does the same resting his hands on his lap.

“How’d you know I was in trouble anyway?”

“The void is more of an entity than an object. I knew you were relaxing here so when the ‘void vibes’ as you like to call it,” he says rolling his eyes and raising his hands in air quotes.

“were tense I knew something was wrong. And then I saw you in the distance, stopped your falling, and restrained the only person a tad bit too close to the crime scene. And you know the rest from there.”

“Well, it’s good to know that I’m not crazy about the void having its own emotional atmosphere.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. You know now that I think about it, I don’t know your name. I’ve just been referring to you as my tiny friend or the small adventurer. I don’t think in the one and a half years we’ve known each other we have ever properly introduced ourselves.”

I ponder about it for a moment. When we first met I had hopped into his office, coming from escaping a near-death experience, and he proceeded to threaten me before I had asked if he was a demon and how demons work in this universe. That was the first conversation and since then I’ve just been calling him “the demon.”

“You’re right. When referring to you I’ve just been calling you ‘the demon’ or to my other verse-hopping friends, ‘the void demon.’ We’ve never told each other our proper names. So what’s your name, demon?”

He thinks for a moment as if he is deciding what to say. It’s quite possible he has two names now that I’m thinking about it. It’s likely that he had his name in life changed to a different name in death. I hear a weary sigh across from me, which breaks me away from my thoughts and I turn my full attention to him.

“My name is… Damion.”

“I quite like that name,” I say softly. “I think it suits you. Plus it’s not too far off from demon so it should be easy to remember.”

The-- Damion chuckles a little. He turns to me with what I can imagine is the closest thing to a look of kindness in his eyes.

“And yours?”

I take a deep breath and smile.

“Aspen. My name’s Aspen.”

#platonic!DarkiplierxOC #grrr Actor Mark #inaccurate lore #nbOC for the win #Wilford complaining about no color… in a void #protective Dark go brrr #markiplier egos #Chapter 2 anybody?#constructive critism welcome #DarkiplierxOC #actor!mark #darkiplier #who killed markiplier #wkm darkiplier #markiplier ego au #in space with markiplier #iswm darkiplier

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godlytransurfer · 3 years

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Been doing void visits more often but something weird happened to me today? If anyone could tell me what this can be I would be eternally grateful. This was what I’ve done step by step:

1) Find a comfortable position. I talked to my subconscious and told it I intended to go to the void today and that it was going to get me there. I felt it heard me.

2) Affirmed as I drifted of, that I was in the void state, that I would wake up there, etc.

3) In about 20/30 minutes or so I kinda became a bit more aware because my body started to float. I kept affirming to make sure I wouldn’t get stuck at that stage. There was days where I would start floating and freak out but today I felt comfortable. Everything was black, there was pretty much no sound.

4) I suddenly feel myself getting sucked out of my bed? It was like a vacuum was dragging me up to what would perhaps be my wall, but I wasn’t actually super aware of my room. Something told me to let myself be taken by that force and I allowed it. I kept affirming and everything went 100% black again.

5) I didn’t want to get distracted, so I started to affirm for my desires. I tried to visualize a phone but it didn’t show up, but other things did. The thing is, the floating never went away and it felt like as I was there I was being thrown around in a floating way while I kept affirming? But nothing hurt lol

6) out of nowhere I started to hear this weird instrumental music which I can tell is from my head or some type of middle state Bc there’s no sound in the void as we all know, I’ve been there clearly before this clownery but I had never affirmed there cuz I didn’t know I could at the time so??? There was another dream earlier this week that also gave me music as I was entering this dark void like thing and I affirmed and woke up feeling different that day but saw nothing 🤨

7) But back to what happened today: I affirmed there for my desires and at this point it didn’t seem like I was having interference besides the weird floating. Suddenly from the dark, this vision comes upon me like something underwater. Then I get into the vision in first person to see what it is and I’m on this fancy, rich people underwater like train, looking out the window and it’s night and you see scenarios out and under the water. Some not very human like plants lol. But people in the train were human. I felt like maybe it was a shifting thing, but this didn’t look like my DR. I assumed my friends would comeback to their seats soon because I was alone but 2 seats were empty by my side.

8) Some “minutes” went by and I saw nothing that hinted me anything although it seemed very clear lucid dreaming. I went back to the dark void mode and affirmed some more, and told myself I had affirmed everything I wanted so I cameback.

As you can imagine I am very confused, maybe I am being held at some middle stage for some reason? I was trying to not lose focus and drift into a dream accidentally but maybe that’s what happening? But if it was why would I be able to control between now image no nothing, and that?

I am aware I do not need the void to manifest, however I want to be able to use that method for the fun of it, and I keep persisting. I know I am able to do it but I just don’t understand at what stage I am at, so if anyone can enlighten me about this type of thing, I would be very thankful.

#godlytransurfer #law of assumption #manifesting #neville goddard #shifting #manifestation #affirmations #joe dispenza #desired reality #the void state #the void method #lucid dreaming #I am state

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sleepisaturn · 2 years

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an angel at the bus stop [ 2/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—the origin of the yellow umbrella and the lost notebook that get's returned

warnings—this is all just pure fluff, dorky Steve and the he has lots of anxiety, Steve's a dumbass, this guy was and is definitely accident prone

a/n | I think I have a kink for meet-cute scenarios (╥﹏╥)

I don't like using y/n so I used the name Sunny for introductions

this is so cheesy (ノಠ益ಠ)ノi h8 myself

dude Tumblr did something weird and the words went to different places so i hope nothing's wrong since I fixed it now ⊙﹏⊙

❥ owner of a lonely heart

Steve's in bed wide eyed without a single ounce of sleepiness in his mind, maybe he just didn't want to sleep as he kept changing his positions on the bed that felt too soft. It felt like he’d sink any second, like laying on a bed made of marshmallows.

He secretly didn't want to sleep because if he did, he'd dream of all the things he missed.

He'd dream about the life he could have had before the serum, the war, and the sleeping for decades.

Most nights he'd have nightmares, specifically about Bucky, his best pal falling off the train a million times and every single time he's reminded how he couldn't save him.

Bucky would never want him to blame himself of course, but his thoughts can't help but drift to how he was finally a hero but he couldn't even save his best friend.

He'd also have the usual dream about the bar, surrounded by the Howling Commandos as he and Peggy finally have their dance.

He'd cling to the memories he had like it was yesterday because it was—for him all of it just happened recently, but decades had passed and he can never go back.

He had enough and decided to just sleep on the sofa as he watched the rain drizzle against his window on this lonely Sunday night.

His thoughts drifting back to you, he was consumed by the memories of that afternoon that you gave him free dessert and how he feels like he knew you.

Then it clicked like a light bulb above his head dinged, he did know you! he met you, a week before meeting you at that small coffee shop.

Just like the night he met you, it was raining. heavily

flashback in Steve’s POV

He met you after leaving the bus stop and that was the story of how a bright yellow umbrella currently rested at the side of his front door.

The rain poured violently as Steve walked away from the bus stop after being dropped off, he waited a couple minutes hoping the weather would get better but alas it unfortunately didn't.

As he realized he'd just have to walk home completely soaked, he groaned as he decided to use his brown leather jacket as a makeshift umbrella. How badly he wished he brought one as the rain continuously poured down on him. He was used to it though, he was a soldier and the war didn't pick a weather.

He didn't walk too fast, not taking the chances with the slippery road. He didn't worry much about getting sick because the serum had strengthened his immune system.

His day was honestly going badly. He still hasn't grasped the concept of electronics yet and he had just received the files about Peggy , the Howling Commandos.Oh! and his microwave broke–just great. He had to go out to eat which led him walking home soaked from head to toe.

… and then he met you, probably the only good thing about his day

As he walked the side of the empty sidewalk lit by the lamp posts that stood a few feet away from each other, there you were, your figure blurred due to the rain drops that went in his eyes.

He blinked the rain drops away to see you better, you were wearing a simple white dress that glowed against the dark street and as he observed you more he noticed the sunflowers around your dress. Your white dress and bright smile could've fooled Steve that you were an angel.

What made you stand out though?

the obvious big bright yellow umbrella that is.

Weirdly the scene that played Infront of Steve seemed magical, majestic even. You probably didn't notice him as you walked right past him. The five seconds of briefly seeing you, he already wanted to see you again.

He saw your bright smile as your hair was slightly damp. You were smiling as you walked barefoot, probably towards the bus station he just came from. You were holding your heels in one hand as the other tightly clutched the umbrella.

Steve stood still for a couple seconds mesmerized by you. You were like the sun in the middle of all the rain, literally. You looked like the sun in Steve's eyes that night. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he hit the lamp post a bit hard, he clutched his nose groaning in pain, from the hard pole and his stupidity.

He suddenly felt the rain stop and as he glanced up, a yellow umbrella came to sight. He looked to his side, and there you were the girl that caught his eyes looking at him worried. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw you were waving your hand in front of him.

Great, you just saw the mighty Captain America be the biggest idiot in the rain.

“ DUDE YOU OKAY? didn't catch a concussion did you!!???! DO I CALL 911!? “ you exclaimed in panic as he remained silent, watching your movement as you quickly tried to grab something from your pocket

“ hey! im okay—im fine, thanks “ he said forcing a smile with a slightly reddish nose and a flushed face hoping to keep you calm

“ HEY! you can have my umbrella, I’m waiting at the bus stop and you seem like you need it “ you declared probably pitying him as you pat his shoulder

He was mentally facepalming himself for looking like a complete idiot in front of the beautiful dame in front of him.

“ you don't have to,truly im fine, miss “

“ it's fine you can have it and i hope your nose is fine “

before he could refuse you already ran away towards the direction of the soon arriving bus, using your hand to shield yourself. You momentarily seek protection from the rain at the bus stop he previously was at.

“ THANK YOU! “ Steve yelled from a distance and saw you turn around to smile at him with a small wave of a hand before you boarded the empty bus and left. He was gonna run after you and maybe strike a conversation, seeing as you stayed at the bus stop temporarily but quickly backing out because of fear that you'd think he was a creep.

He smiles at the memory of you and the umbrella you gave him. Maybe he had to thank his stupidity sometimes. If it weren't for the physical evidence of your umbrella in his apartment, he'd think you weren't real. You felt like a fragment of imagination , maybe caused by hitting his head on the lamp post that night.

end of flashback

He didn't know what to think of the fact he met you again. He never thought out of all the people who worked in the shop he went for coffee, it would be you who’d make his coffee. He thought maybe it was fate, a brief chance of luck.

All he could do was smile as he thought of how he'd act the third time he’ll meet you, maybe with less foolishness.

‘ they did say third times the charm ‘

‘ did she remember me? ‘

‘ Is that why she gave me cake? ‘

' the cake was good '

‘ DOES SHE THINK I'M AN IDIOT? ‘

' What coffee do I order next? '

Different thoughts and questions came to mind as he drifted to sleep with a smile, for the first time since he woke up—the sleep felt calm. It didn't have the feeling of fear that he wouldn't wake up again and it wasn't another nightmare about the past.

He dreamt of something funny this time, the monkey he once drew but instead of his uniform and shield, the monkey held a yellow umbrella and a banana as it unicycled over a sunny field.

Here you are now, working another day at the coffee shop on a boring Monday night. You were currently outside as you were painting the sign of the coffee express halfway. You muttered curse after curse angrily as you mentally pictured your boss for giving you this annoying task, you were an art major but you weren't a freaking carpenter.

He slept peacefully for the first time and maybe it was because of you.

There's also the current painting you needed to finish for another class you were taking which you hadn't done as you had a knack for procrastinating to the last second.

Though you were thankful since your boss allowed you to use the extra paint for your project, you were just annoyed at painting the large sign at two am.

You attempted to reach for the higher parts of the sign board, that you momentarily forgot you were standing on a ten feet tall ladder. Your balance slipped as your shoes were no longer feeling the unstable ladder but quickly about to plummet on your death.

You never hit the ground though, you kept your eyes close not realizing a pair of thick arms cradled your form.

Were you dead? Was death like this? you didn't feel the fall as you quickly died? that's it? you died falling while painting a stupid sign?

You slowly adjust your vision to the bright light of the lamp post thinking it's the lights of heaven, not quickly seeing a pair of blue eyes filled with worry looking at you, you couldn't hear what he was saying distracted by the fact the guy you had a little crush on is in front of you.

Why the fuck would he be the one to greet you in the gates of heaven? Were you in a coma and are currently imagining him?

“ you're hot “ you voiced out without thinking instead of asking if you were still alive.

“ what? “ Steve asked confusedly still gravely worried

“ Am I dead? “ you finally asked, just as you saw yourself through the reflection of the shop, you were in the arms of the cute guy as he stood there, easily holding you like a sack of potatoes.

“ you okay? “

“ yeah , I think my life just flashed before my eyes … “ you said monotonously still a bit out of it as you felt yourself slowly get steadied on the ground with your hands in instinct using his shoulders as support

“ nice muscles … “ you weren't even high but close death might have just given you no shame as you compliment Steve for the second time without a single thought in mind

“ thank you? … Are you okay? seriously? Can I call someone? hey, look at me “ Steve ignoring the compliment and staring worryingly as he saw you staring at the floor, he used his one hand to make you glance up at him, hoping you didn't have a concussion as remembered you not hitting the ground.

The action made you melt, feeling his warm big hand on your cheek and staring at his piercing blue eyes obviously worried about you, you blushed as you made him drop his hand or else you would have straight up kissed him there and there.

You fanned yourself quickly as you planned out what you were about to say without embarrassing yourself as you tried to control your blushing.

“ thank you … uhh what’s your name? i feel like I should know the guy who saved my life just now “

“ Steve uhh Rogers “ he stated hesitantly, afraid you'd recognize his name from a museum.

“ Steve—oh my god! “ you shrieked with excitement

Hearing you say his name for the first time also made Steve want to make you say it a hundred times more.

' there it is, you knew him ' he voice in his head readying himself for the

' your the Captain America! '

“ —you just saved my life, oh my god! Thank you!! Do you want cake? because we have lots of cake! “ he breathe a laugh at your nervous demeanor , thankful that you didn't know who he actually was

He chuckled at your offering of cake for saving your life, he found everything you did fascinating and just absolutely adorable

“ Sure , maybe just like the free sample you gave me last time? “

“ The cookies n’ cream special? of course, anything you like actually “ you remarked as you opened the glass door for him to enter

“ Perfect timing, if you weren't there I'd probably be dead or with a broken spine, wait–what are you doing out here?It's like 2 am? doubt you were jogging based on your attire “ you said teasing as you looked at his outfit which is a simple black leather jacket and black pants with evident white paint along with his polished black shoes

“ oh my god, sorry for the paint Steve… god I'm such a clutz “ you said placing the whole plate of chilled cake on the table as Steve lifted his foot seeing there are paint stains on him only as far as his knee

“ don't worry about that, I can replace these—can't replace a life uhh your name? “ he chuckled nervously as he didn't know your name

“ Sunny “ you replied

“ even your name is pretty, Sunny “ uttered Steve rather quickly as the thought came to him, the comment making you both blush

“ And I was here on a walk? “ Steve stated with uncertainty since he only went here to see you, maybe order coffee on a small chance that he'd be able to talk to you

“ oh thought you were here for this “ you said as you reached for the sketchbook that became a bit dusty under the counter, you raised the book in hand waving it slightly

You both sat conversing at one of the tables as you ate both a piece of the cake. The conversation going from his sketches to your empty canvas he spotted. You guys talked for an hour about art, him saving your life to small things like favorite color, food and to why Steve seemed old fashioned in which you guessed was that he's mormon. Steve agreed even if he didn't exactly know what that meant, better than you finding out he was basically a 97 year old breathing fossil.

“ oh! yeah, definitely passed by here to get that thing back “ Steve laughed, ditching the lame excuse he previously exclaimed.

Then it started raining, drizzle hitting the window panels of the shop added by a surge of lighting startling both of you. Steve got a feeling of deja vu except both of you fortunately aren't soaked from head to toe.

“ ugh , I don't have a ride home or an umbrella, I miss my umbrella “ you said remembering that you gave away your umbrella to some stranger a week ago.

The umbrella does not really hold an important meaning but you did have it for three years.

You had forgotten the memory of the guy you gave your umbrella to though, it wasn't like you were the kindest person on earth—you just saw a guy crash his face into a lamppost and felt bad, felt like the least you could do was give your umbrella to the poor idiot.

Though your statement made Steve choke on his second slice of cake

“ So what happened to your umbrella? “ Steve asked nervously, realizing you didn't recognize it was him you gave your umbrella to.

“ gave it to some idiot who hit his face on the street pole “ you said casually with a chuckle as you took another bite of the cake slice you had staring at the window being rained at

“ I–i was the guy you gave the yellow umbrella to “ he proclaimed carefully as he saw you quickly turn your head towards him

“ I never mentioned it was yellow … you were that idiot!? “ you said with an amused laugh as you saw Steve laugh as well with slightly reddened cheeks

“ harsh but yes , i'm the idiot “ said Steve embarrassingly as he covered his face

“ for what it counts you're a very cute idiot “ you said making Steves face blush more

“ So just to be sure you're not a stalker right … ? “ you said casually as if that would save you if Steve is actually a stalker but you knew he was too nice to be one

“ no-no of course note, that would never be my intention, i would n-never invade your privacy “ Steve stammered as he stood up from his seat

You bursted out laughing seeing his panicked state

‘ he looks too cute, definitely not a stalker–well if he is ,i am not complaining ‘ you thought

“ I'm only teasing, don't worry Steve " you said making him take a deep breath while sitting back down

“ Wanna recreate the first time we met? “ you teased as you gazed outside that had rain still continuously pouring after an hour and a half

“ I'm just gonna wrap up the cake so you can take it home “

The two's conversation continued , well more of just you teasing Steve about the rain incident. You enjoyed making Steve blush, the cutest parts were when his ears would turn red.

“ you don't have to give me the whole cake Sunny, I already had two slices “ said Steve sheepishly seeing you clean up and pack up the cake in a box

“ oh , don't worry about that , you my dashing hero deserve more than one box of cake, i'd give you this coffee shop if i could for saving my life “ you stated as a fact, you were still a bit in shock that you could have died moments ago but Steve definitely made you feel better, having him as company.

The rain stopped a couple minutes later though, fortunately you and Steve wouldnt have to be soaked from head to toe again.

" just wait here, I need to get my bag from the storage room " you announced smiling already walking inside the average sized room that was beside the cashier

As you were packing up your belongings, Steve's having an internal turmoil about how it would be appropriate to ask for your number but it also could potentially end up as him screwing everything up

He heard it was more normal now to ask for a lady’s number but he didn't even know if he's your friend.

" fuck this " he said as he stood outside the door hearing faint sounds of you packing your things, a surge of confidense hitting him as he felt determined to get your number.

Even if he didn't have a smartphone, he'd just use a normal telephone that he could ask from Fury.

As you open the door going inwards , you come very close face to face with Steve. The close proximity makes you both freeze and slightly redden. He lets out a small squeak of Hi while shyly rubbing his neck as he asks “ I know this is pretty forward but could I get your number? “ , he anxiously waits for your answer while fear grows inside him as the silence continues.

He finally exhales the air he didn’t know he's been keeping in as you cheerfully replied

“ sure! “ with a wide grin you take a paper to write your number in

Steve waits outside as you arrange some things in the shop before actually closing.

Steve smiles brightly as you gave him the paper that had your phone number, carefully tucking it in his pocket for safe keeping.

He couldn't contain his excitement, whispering shout a ‘yes’ as he fist bumps the air having successfully got your number.

" bucky would be proud, rogers " he said patting his own shoulder with a ridiculous smile

" You got the girl’s number and a cake " he said smugly as he looked at you as you unplugged some sockets and glanced at the cake in hand inside a box wrapped with a fancy gold ribbon.

“ ready to go madam? “

“ yes , superman “

“ like the guy with laser eyes? … and big muscles “ teased Steve remembering your comment making you blush as you punch his bicep

“ you’re annoying “ you grumble while walking away fast but a smile couldn't help but escape your lips

“ hey! wait for me “ shouted Steve from a distance

“ eat my dust old man “ you joked as you ran a bit while Steve groans not being able to run as he's carrying a cake

The two continued chasing each other playfully through the empty wet streets, splashing some puddles along the way. Steve being the gentleman he is, walked you to your house and refused to walk away even if his apartment was in another direction. He didn't want to leave you until he had seen you walk inside your house with his own eyes ensuring your safety. The night ended with you kissing Steves cheek for walking you home

“ night, my hero ~~ “ you said as Steve started walking away but still looking at you

“ goodnight sunshine ~~ “ he voiced from a distance making you giggle as you walked inside your house ending the night

Steve turned away smiling in pure bliss, walking the empty street as the sunrise started to show.

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i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry · 3 years

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Yo im back and this time im gonna tell you about a really weird and elaborate dream i had several times that will still sound like some pick me self insert but stay with me.

It wasnt SAGAU surprisingly, but a modern version of Teyvat. Visions and Gnosises (Gnosi?) dont exist. Venti, Zhongli and Ei werent gods/Archons either. I was in school/studying. I was the adopted daughter of Ningguang and Beidou was her girlfriend, then fiancee, then her wife and with that my stepmom. Ningguangs position of Tianquan was like one of a president and Beidou had the highest ranking position of the Army idk what it was called. Kazuha was a subordinate of Beidou's she picked up in Inazuma and Beidou ended up adopting(?) him so he was my stepbrother. (Tbh we still dont know if the adoption papers are legal but noone really cares)

Zhongli still worked as a consultant at Wansheng Funeral Parlor but had a lot of knowledge and could consult you in all kinds of things. Xiao was his adopted son and some sort of martial artist/athlete??? They were also our neighbors that lived right beside us and Xiao is my childhood best friend. Xinyan, Yunjin, Venti and Barbara were all idols/musicians of some sort. Xiangling was a worldrenowned cook. Xingqiu stayed pretty much the same. Chongyun also stayed the same just that his Yang spirit was a really really rare and unique medial condition. Childe was a diplomat from Snezhnaya with a strong liking of all kinds of sports that involve fighting. Shenhe was also still the same just that her homocidal urges were anger issues managed with medication and some anger management classes instead of the ropes. Ganyu worked as a secretary of State and Keqing kept her position as Yuheng which was also some sort of high-ranking Government posirion. Yanfei was still a lawyer and Hu Tao was also still the director of Wansheng Funeral Parlor. Kaeya, Lisa, Jean , Eula and Amber all worked in the government body of Mondstadt. Albedo and Sucrose were both Scientists. Diluc had a monopoly on the wine industry. Idk what the fuck Bennett, Razor and Fischl do but they were outside a lot. All the kids went to school. Qiqi is alive, just has amnesia from an accident when she was really young. The Tri-Comissions were the government of Inazuma with Raiden as its head. Ei and Makoto were twins while Scaramouche was their younger brother. Ayaka and Sara were both also both highranking government officials. Yae was still responsible for a shrine and Yae Publishing House. Thoma stayed Thoma. Yoimiya also stayed the same. Instead of working as a ninja under the Kamisatos Sayu was a ward/distant relative or something? and went to school like a normal kid Watatsumi is its own state that seperated from Inazuma a long time ago with Kokomi and Gorou as its leaders. Itto didnt have a official and steady job but helps out where he can in exchange for money. Aether, Lumine and Paimon were either reporters or paparazzi.

Most of the dream was just short scenarios one after another. Most of the shit that happened was either really funny, awkward or i wanted to kill someone (either myself or somone else).

The first "scene" was of me seeing a smiling Ningguang taking me to the fucking giant mansion we lived in alone (for some fucking reason) after she adopted me. The mansion is HUGE. The thing had three floors plus a basement, our own pool, several balconies, a gigantic garden, a fucking Ballroom and also a big garage on the side directly under my windows. (This is context for a later point)

The next was of me being introduced to Xiao and Zhongli.

Then a huge timeskip and the awkward introduction-dinner where Ningguang reintroduced Beidou as her girlfriend and Kazuha as her son. Then timeskip again to their engagement-party which was a fucking nightmare (never ever let alcohol and food unattended when Xingqiu, Xiangling and Hu Tao are near) Then all of the wedding planning and then the wedding which was beautiful and nearly worth it after the planning nearly costed me my sanity (only worth it cuz i got to see all of the guys in suits and the happiness of Ningguang and Beidou).

I often had sleepovers with Xiao because of three reasons: 1. I walked in on Ningguang and Beidou doing the deed one too many times 2. Ningguang being away one business trips and im sure as hell not staying alone in a big ass mansion and 3. whenever Ningguang had some important guests i didnt want to interact with (basically everyone but the people i just listed). I most of the time just climbed out of my window on top of the garage, jumped down from the garage, climbed over the fence that seperated the properties, climbed up a tree to be able to slip through Xiaos window into his room.

Also apparently most of the guys besides Zhongli and Venti and a few of the girls had a crush on me at one point??? and noone ever told me??? (Explains a few incidents that i didnt write about tbh)

If you want me to elaborate on something just say so and i hope you liked it

Hummingbird

we love modern sagau here

jealous of your dreams as well

#slimegod.ask #hummingbird anon

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