#some have replies that are used between eachother others continue from them etc

[draklorn]

"I don't remember there being so many vermin inhabiting the citadel..."

[dumbslvtforethan]

hear me out alright. Ethan is hanging out at reader apartment and reader is on Ethan’s lap taking pictures in-front of a mirror etc etc to send to the group, plot twist off camera reader is actually sitting on Ethan lap w his you know in her and it leds to smut in-front of the mirror.

⁴⁴⁴ DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ethan landry

-- summary: After a heated argument with Ethan, you find yourselves alone and finally drop the pretense of animosity to enjoy some private time together.

warnings: smut, dom!ethan, sub!reader, p in v, mirror sex, lmk if i missed anything 750 words

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"ENOUGH!" MINDY SIGHED, ending the long argument you and Ethan were having for the tenth time that week. It was common knowledge that you and Ethan despised each other. However, between the two of you, there was no hatred just pure passion. you two had been hooking up for a few weeks by now after discovering that all that hate was just a horny feeling acumulated, You both also chose to remain silent to the friend group, continuing to act as enemies in public, part of the reason of that decision was because of the extra fire in the bedroom at night.

"were gonna go grab some pizza in the meantime you two better be somewhat at ease with eachothers presence" she continued. you groaned, trying to hide your excitement of having some alone time with him "and what are we supposed to do?" ethan got up "I don't know. Maybe try not to kill each other for the next hour?" tara closed the door giving you a smirk, you rolled your eyes Once you were alone, the tension in the room shifted. Ethan stepped closer, his voice softening. "You think they suspect anything?" ou shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Not a clue." "Good. Because I don't think I can keep up this act much longer." Ethan's eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine. "Then let's make the most of this time," he whispered, his voice low and husky. You entered your bedroom with Ethan following closely behind and shut the door, locking it. "Finally," he murmured, pulling you into his arms.

The tension from the earlier argument seemed to evaporate as you both reveled in the rare moment of privacy. You looked up at him, your heart racing. "We have to be careful. If anyone finds out..." "I know," he interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips. "But right now, it's just us." he smirked. he sat down on the bed motioning you to sit on his lap as you sat down you started to move desperate for friction "wait i got an idea"he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his dick. he slid your shorts and panties to the side revealing a glistening sight to him, you sunk down and moaned loudly. "You have your phone?" he breathed heavily. "Yeah," you replied, grabbing your phone from your pocket and opening it to the friend group chat, 'Core Four and a Couple Others.' Ethan took the phone from your hand, opened the camera, and snapped a picture of the two of you together. With a mischievous grin, he captioned it, "Bonding," and hit send.

"Are you crazy?" you whispered, wide-eyed. He chuckled softly. "Relax. They'll just think we're trying to follow Tara's orders." You couldn't help but smile, shaking your head. "You're playing a dangerous game." He pulled you closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But it's worth it, don't you think?" You nodded, feeling the excitement of your secret intensify. "Absolutely." you started to bounce up and down until he stopped you and pulled your shorts down "look at that pretty pussy" he said motioning you to look in the mirror in front of you both, he started to rub your clit in circular motions "dont fucking look away" he said when your head fell backwards you did as he said "good girl" he praised, "your so fucking hot you know that?" you started to bounce up and down on him "taking my dick so good", "my pretty slut" your moans got louder and louder until he mufled them by inserting two fingers into your mouth "suck on my fingers pretty girl" you groaned, his dirty words being too much making you hornier when you thought you couldn't be more horny. 

"your clenching around me so good, sucking me in" that was your breaking point, you finally came leaving a loud groan. you grabbed his face kissing him heatedly on the lips "your my dirty little secret" he whispered in your ear, you giggled. you two got dressed and left your room with fingers interlocked Your eyes practically bulged out of your head when they landed on the group Chad, mindy, Tara, and Quinn lounging in the living room" "wait" was all you could get out "yep" tara said giving you a humbling smile "when you sent that pic we rushed here" chad confirmed "i guess we know about your 'dirty little secret' now" 

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a/n: i think i kinda went overboard with this but whatever

[lovedistrict]

Should I ask my ex-situationship/friend to try dating again? I'm so conflicted it's eating me alive sometimes.

When I met this boy we instantly clicked and started talking/going on dates in a few weeks. He specifically said that he's afraid to be in a relationship as he thinks he's not ready and couldn't be a good partner so we were never officially together (pretty much acted like it though, e. g. we were meeting friends and parents, taken as plus one to important events etc). After a few months he ended things with me for the same reasons plus he said that he felt like we shouldn't continue as he wasn't in love with me (in his words because of his own apathy and incapability).

We agreed to stay friends. He practically begged me to do so and I realised after a few months that he was always more important to me as person than him dating me or not. Our dinamic has changed for the better in so many ways and I'm so thankful to have him in my life. I love him as dearly and purely as I never thought I could. And he' more caring and kind to me than he ever was before, we always find our way back to each other no matter what happens. Even the things that caused us to drift apart in the past now bring us closer together. I belive this is because I changed, he changed, we went through so much together and also just because time has passed and we got to know eachother better.

It's been 10 months. I truly feel like we were never closer than we are now. Although I'm not in love with him I think some feelings never went away and I started crushing on him again in July. I'm afraid to tell him this because what if I ruin what we have, even though he knew I wanted to continue/try again dating him when we agreed to become friends.

I might just be delusional but sometimes I think he regrets ending things between us and is also afraid of breaking my heart again/ruining our friendship. One reason is that when I initially was trying to understand why he did what he did I asked if it was because he wasn't attracted to me anymore and he got a bit angry and replied no and that I shouldn't even think about that. He told me that he wasn't in love but he did feel something and that our last time together felt great and was special.

One time he asked me if I was okay being friends to which I honestly replied that of course I was as he was really important to me. He told me he can feel that and when asked also said he too is okay being friends.

One more thing is that he told me that he never told anyone anything bad about me, not even his best friend. That I did everything more than perfectly and he was the asshole who ruined everything and hurt me.

When some rumours spread about us being together he said that we should just let them talk. He doesn't mind.

How can I gather the courage to have a talk with him and clear things up? Am I going to loose him? How can I make sure that he knows I'm truly his friend and nothing could make me leave him?

Time to time I come to the conclusion to just let it go but then I find myself thinking about this again.

Ok so do you know why he’s afraid of a serious relationship? Has he ever explained it to you?

Also, are you willing to risk all of it for finding out if he feels the same way you do and is able to start a relationship with you?

If it was me, I’d risk it. Even though I liked this guy and maybe would lose him for good. Cause I don’t think your position is a nice one to be at. Like, you’re kind of together, except that you’re not. You’re kind of dating except that you aren’t hir girlfriend and won’t ever be able to get closer to him. It’s nice to have these moments with him but you never truly feel special or you’re never able to trust him 100% cause you don’t know how he truly feels. So instead of just letting all this eat you alive from time to time, I’d risk it and ask him. Not in a demanding way or not even asking him to be your boyfriend. But start a conversation with him about you two, what he thinks you guys are, if he sees this going somewhere in the future or if he’s still stuck on that fear…

I think it’s better to know and ripping the band-aid off for once and for all instead of just daydreaming about all of this and maybe having the same happen again in the near future. But its up to you. I’m very practical and I don’t think it’s worth it to stay with someone who doesn’t feel the same way I do!

I wish you good luck! 😊

[tsukishimas-shortcake]

Relationship Headcanons

↦ Character(s): Hakkai Shiba x fem!reader

↦ Rating/Warning: No rating though there are some light mentions of abuse (if you have read the manga you are aware of what I am talking about, I’m not going very deep into it though it literally just mentions it), mentions of anxiety attacks (no detail though), fluff, not proof read

↦ Word count: 1.8k (longer than planned, sections are bolded)

↦ Your Momo’s Receipt: Hello~ I’m post yet another TR headcanon and this was requested by the lovely @strawbub I hope this doesn’t disappoint, it did get longer than planned but I enjoyed writing it. I'll prob do a part two that's more of a scenario based on your first date or something since I didn't go into it here. Please note: for those of you who don’t know my blog is currently under construction, meaning I will not be updating my masterlist for the time being.

So how did you guys meet, well mostly because of Yuzuha,

One day in like elementary you’re walking home and you see this super pretty middle school girl just like yelling at this small group of guys

The guys end up running off just because they don’t wanna deal with her or the attention she's drawn to them

Behind her was a boy, taller than her but obviously younger. You didn’t assume they knew eachother though.

The boy and yuzuha began walking in opposite directions because one was going home while the other was going to pick up something like groceries

You’re so entranced by how she stood up to them yet she’s a girl who was far smaller and you end up catching up to her, almost stepping on her heels

You end up absent mindedly following her into the grocery store and eventually she just freezes, turns, and stare directly at you

Your eyes widen since you must’ve been staring and she just goes “may I ask why you’re following me?” And you explain how cool she was earlier. She invites you over for dinner (esp since her older brother won’t be home) and figured it’d be good for Hakkai to meet someone his age

You end up going over but Hakkai didn’t come down to eat so you never actually got to meet him, though from then on you would see Yuzuha every so often, visit every other weekend or so

But no matter how often you came over the next few months, you never once met hakkai,

That was until you both reached the end of your middle school education and we’re about to begin high school

You had gone over because you were going to borrow an old work book from Yuzuha, and when you go to knock on the door the door opens before your closed fist could hit it, instead hitting a firm chest

You blush and quickly apologize but the person in front of you doesn’t move at all, doesn’t say anything and almost looks like they drifted into space with their dead stare

You assume this is yuzuha’s older brother because you’ve also never met him and you immediately turn to walk away but Yuzuha calls over hakkai’s shoulder

“Y/N-Chan! You just got here where are you going?” This was def not yuzuha’s older brother. There’s no way she’d be that happy with him around; oh my god. Realization hit, the guy who you hit (though it was more of a tap) was hakkai.

The hakkai you had only caught a glimpse of in yuzuha’s photos, never talked to or actually seen in person despite going to the same school and living in the same neighborhood

He must hate you. That’s why he avoids you. That’s def why - is what you think

Yuzuha drags hakkai back inside and invites you in; you sit down with them in the living room and watch hakkai visibly relax now that he’s inside his house, his own space, with a pillow behind him and a blanket covering his lower half, he almost curls up into it as he continues to avoid your stare

“Hi hakkai…Kun? Im L/N Y/N” you say and you see his face dead pan once again

Yuzuha can be heard laughing from the kitchen as she comes back in.

She leans over and begins explaining that hakkai literally just freezes with any interaction between him and girls who aren’t in his family

You nod, thinking maybe it’s an anxiety thing? Which is the case with you, but only because he’s been watching you since you’ve come over (not in a creepy way) wanting to and working the courage up to talk to you

The 5th or so time you came over after that encounter he was inches away from introducing himself before the house phone rang causing everyone to kind of “wake up” in a sense

Every time since then he gets closer and closer but isn’t able to say anything; he even realizes he has a crush on you.

The way you sit when you do homework and how cute you look when you’re focused.

How your forehead scrunches up when you’re trying to figure something out and you end up just sitting back with a small huff followed by yuzuha’s signature laughter.

It’s also a huge thing that you get along with Yuzuha.

So enough with first meeting time for the confession.

He ends up confessing accidentally. He didn’t know you were coming over to begin with so he was flustered out of his mind. And how was he supposed to know you hadn’t actually fallen asleep and you could hear him over the tv

The tv was more white noise than anything and the day was hot since it was the middle of summer causing the window to be open and the sound of soft wind and small birds to drift in; this was the hot that makes you tired so you were all sprawled out of just sitting in a daze

So while resting your head on the table you’re dozing in and out but then you hear hakkai begin to speak, something he never really did around you

Now did you and hakkai text? Yes. Did it take him an hour to reply because his brain would explode when you replied to him? Yes. But was it a start to communication? Also a yes.

You hear him say your name quietly before he moved closer, you can feel his gaze on your features

“I like you” is all he says. Simple and sweet. But you sit there in shock, trying not to blush so he’ll have no idea you heard him but he can tell because your forehead scrunches

You heard him and are focused on if you should reply or not. And he knows that.

You open your eyes and just look up at him, he’s closer than expected. His hand close to yours on the floor and he reaches over and grabs it lightly. Hoping you’ll also return the gesture by holding his hand instead of leaving your hand limp inside his.

And you do, thank goodness, and Hakkai almost mentally can’t handle it.

Once you start dating it’s more so just hanging out at his house or yours; however he talks a bit more and you text a lot more. He’s gotten better at replying. It usually takes him like 15 minutes now

He’s kinda stressed about your relationship but not due to anything you or him did

He’s stressed because of the mentality his older brother gave him

Is he even allowed to be this happy?

He finally has someone thats small enough and naive enough that he can protect you; compared to constantly being protected it’s a sudden, strong, yet good change for him

He’s touch s t a r v e d

Yes Yuzuha shows affection; but he stopped accepting her hugs when he was around 8 just because he physically wasn’t able to handle it due to his bruises and such

But with you, even with his bruises and all you take care of him. Able to coax him into using medicines and toning down the physical violence (that he can control himself)

He also finds it super soothing when you lightly brush over his scars (especially those that his brother gave him), it helps him believe that scars are only physical and can fade with help

One thing that stresses him out the most is trying to hide you from his brother. Any time you leave something at the house its easy to pass it off as yuzuha's but when it comes to things like photos he has with you, he can't hang them up, show them off, or have them as his phone Lock Screen, etc. because he just really doesn't want his brother to know and target you since he'll then know that you're his weakness (aside from yuzuha as well)

Sometimes won't explain why he can't hang out and has legit pushed you out of his house before at the last minute notice of his brother coming home

Will always make sure you get home safe though, usually by having Yuzuha go with you since then she can just say you're a friend from school

Your parents love him, though they were a bit hesitant it became a "you always have a place to stay" because they learned about their family situation from you and yuzuha. So expect him to spend the night when he's too scared to deal with his brother. Same with yuzuha. (yes I know this isn't yuzuha head canons but its hard to write for him without mentioning her when they're so close)

We're talking three person sleep overs. Yuzuha and you of course share the bed and Hakkai takes some time to even set foot in your room much less sleep on a mattress that's on the floor

He has a small heart attack every time he comes into your room because he's overwhelmed with everything, he's never been so comfortable and it makes him feel restless. Like he's never and I mean n e v e r been less stressed and slept better than when he does so in your room

The smell, the colors, just being surrounded by you is something that completely changes his mood

Once showed up after he fought with his brother, tears in his eyes and clothes a bit tattered and you just pulled him to your room, and sat down with him.

You laid on your bed with him laying down onto of you, head on your chest as you rubbed his head and only said a few words "its not your fault"

He ends up crying so hard he falls asleep and gets dehydrated and you have to make him drink a bunch of water when he finally wakes up.

NSFW

super fucking careful w you

almost annoyingly so, but you're understanding

He knows that he might be taking things frustratingly slow but he knows that since you understand and know his history that you can help him get through it

Your first time you think you'll have to call it off because he's shaking so bad

"baby... are you sure it won't hurt you?" he keeps asking.

pretty sure that's the longest its ever taken him to finish because he was so anxious

despite being so slow and hesitant, late he isn't too scared to get a bit rougher

but im not talking anything crazy im talking like he's willing to pull your hair a bit or nip a bit harder at your neck.

Please never ask him to do anything like degrade you or some type of harsh physical rough shit, he can't

like literally im 99% sure that if you ask him to choke you or something he will pass out because of the anxiety attack he would have at even the thought.

in short with nsfw though he is sweet boy. He's a switch through and through. Loves when you take care of everything because then he doesn't have to be scared of hurting you.

[mikeyhatesit113]

forever and never: Chapter 11

It’s 2009, and Janie and I are driving home from a nice dinner. The radio is up, and Janie is singing along to the old-school hip-hop melody blaring from the speakers.

Janie closes her eyes, vibing to the music.

“It’s all because of you, I’m feeling sad and blue, You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days...”

Janie opens her eyes and points to me from the passenger seat, smirking.

“I love you so, how much you’ll never know, Cause you took your dope away from me.”

I had fallen deeply for her.

But suddenly, I felt like I was just falling.

I jolt awake in my bed. A crash landing back to reality.

Of course, I hadn’t been in that deep of a sleep anyway. In fact, the only thing in the world I wanted was to fall into a deep sleep.

It had to be late night, for the room was full of darkness.

A lonely pit of hell.

But I wasn’t completely alone, per se. No, my imagination was right there with me, leering at me through the endless black.

It wasted no time in reminding me that I was alone on top of a box spring mattress cushioned by only blankets, and she was in another bed. Somewhere else. With someone else.

Doing whatever else.

Not that my brand new queen-sized bed would have been much more comfortable.

The queen-sized bed that was still sitting in our townhouse unoccupied, I hoped.

The $1600 queen-sized bed I had bought for her just 2 weeks prior to our breakup because her back hurt.

The queen-sized bed I had told her not to sleep on. And in a futile effort to provide an obstacle, I threw my clothes and football jerseys on top of it before I left the house.

If her and Steppenwolf wanted to have sex on it, they’d have to remove my clothing or just do the deed on top of my Tony Romo jerseys. Of course, neither scenario would be romantic for them, I was willing to bet.

And 48 hours after my Labor Day Sunday departure, my buddy and I were hauling that queen-sized bed out of the house and onto a box truck.

The same exact box truck I had used just two years prior when I moved out during the Corey incident.

But it would be for good, this time. That’s what I kept telling myself. After all that had happened, and all that I knew, I couldn’t see any sort of reality where we’d embrace eachother again.

My buddy and I searched the house for anything that was solely mine.

Anything that was ours? I left behind.

Furniture, lamps, the kitchen table, pots, pans, cups...etc.

Her children didn’t deserve to return to the skeletal remains of a place they knew as home. In fact, it was rather depressing how normal the place still looked after I removed all of my things.

It was as if I hadn’t existed at all, which was the goal.

However, when it came to things that were considered ours, I made one single exception.

My car.

The beautiful Lancer that she loved was coming with me, as it was solely in my name and I couldn’t risk a repossession.

After we slid the back of the box truck shut, I went inside the house and soaked in the deathly silence of a place that had seemed to hold so much love at times.

Our pictures still on the wall. Our leftovers still in the refrigerator.

I tossed my house key on the kitchen table that had held countless dinners and meals. I walked out the door, ready to leave it all behind me.

After dropping all of my worldly possessions off in a tiny 5x10 storage unit and then returning the box truck, my buddy and I sped through town in the Lancer.

That night, I was serenaded by a different tune as my buddy belted out the lyrics to The Black Keys’ “Next Girl”.

“Oh my next girl Will be nothing like my ex-girl. I made mistakes back then, I’ll never do it again. Oh my next girl, She will be nothing like my ex-girl. It was a painful dance, Now I got a second chance.”

Of course, that moment in the car with my buddy was one of the few high points.

High points came in small numbers, while the valleys I staggered through were innumerable.

No one wants to speak of those. No one wants to live through them.

That’s why many people hop from one person to the next with no time lapse in between, to avoid in the pain.

But it’s the only way.

The only way out of the fire was through the inferno.

I could not eat. I couldn’t sleep. I could not shut my mind off. This went on for days.

I fall out just long enough to wake up in sweat, tortured by mental images and physical heartache.

I’d look at my phone, a part of me begging to see her number.

A missed call. A text message. Something to show me that she still cared.

Something to let me know that she was hurting too. A single hope, no matter how faint, that she was thinking of me too.

I’d get no such relief.

I was angry to be alone, but other times, that’s all I wanted. I wanted the consolation from others. I needed to hear people assure me that it was going to be ok. But just as important, I needed them to abruptly leave me the fuck alone when I wanted space.

I had been a step-dad for 4 strong years. I had watched the boys grow. I had bought Janie nice gifts. Holidays, birthdays, family gatherings...

But as a step-parent, you have to accept something; if your relationship fails, then it all goes away.

The kids you took care of? No longer yours.

The responsibilities you shared together? Not your problem anymore.

You were merely a spoke in the wheel, and the wheel will continue spinning without you.

My friends and family were incredibly patient with me. I needed to talk about my pain quite a bit, and they always dropped what they were doing to hear me out.

Listen to me repeat myself, and question how she could act as if nothing ever happened.

They knew what to say during times I was simply inconsolable.

I remember the day I began to see a slight glimmer of hope.

My uncle and I had just returned from a pizza shop, where I ordered a sub I could not bring myself to eat, and we were sitting at home. Dusk was approaching, and as usual, I felt the dread rising in my chest.

Another sleepless night on the horizon with nothing but haunting thoughts and memories.

My grandmother arrived home shortly after we did, and she saw me sitting on the front porch agonizing over Janie, stuck in the same old routine of beating myself up.

“Michael,” she said. “You think she’s this great person, and she isn’t. You put her up on this...pedestal...and she isn’t all that,” she said angrily. “She’s NOT all that. Fuck her!”

A silence followed her words, as my moment of sadness was interrupted by the utter shock of hearing Helen Pper use the F word. It happened less often than viewing Haley’s Comet.

She was serious, and she was tired of seeing me hurt over someone she never cared for in the first place.

“She seemed rather fake,” she said, recalling dinners she attended that Janie had invited her to. “She wanted everyone to believe she was perfect.”

There was something about that moment that propelled me forward, and over the next week, being by myself got a little easier, and moments with my friends became more entertaining.

I felt normality creeping back in, and I welcomed it with open arms.

Sleep had even got a tad bit better, especially when I came home one day to find a brand new twin bed mattress and box spring sitting in the hallway.

My grandmother simply had the handbook on giving a shit about me, and giving me hope when all else seemed lost.

That’s the kind of woman she was. You never had to ask. She always just did.

As fate would have it though, fools always find a way to rush in.

And one day, Janie called me.

“How’s it going?” she asked me.

“It’s ok,” I replied.

“I’ve been ok,” she said. “I went hiking.”

This caught me off guard, because if my memory served me correctly, Janie was never into hiking.

“I reached the top of this peak,” she said, beginning to sob on the other end of the phone. “I was sweaty and dirty, but I was just so damn proud of myself. It was beautiful, and I cried, because I just wanted to tell you all about it,” she said.

I listened to her words, trying to understand this new version of her. After 3 weeks apart, and she sounded like a new person.

“Who’d you go hiking with?” I asked.

“A few friends from work,” she replied.

“Is Steppenwolf around?” I asked.

“No, we’re just friends,” she said.

We didn’t speak of divorce, and we said nothing about finalizing the distance between us. Which gave me hope, and then I asked...

“Can I see the boys?”

“Uh.”

“I really miss them, and I’d love to see them.”

“I dunno, Ekim. It doesn’t feel like the right time,” she said apologetically.

We hung up, and I was alone again.

On a damp, dreary evening, hope had visited. And then it left as quickly as it had come.

Days later though, it returned. With a vengeance.

“Let’s grab dinner,” she said.

We chose a local steakhouse, and as we sat in the dim decorative lights, we talked about how life had treated us the past few weeks.

We laughed. We responded to eachother’s quirks and quips.

Suddenly, we were in sync again.

One thing led to another, and we decided to spend the night together.

Not at my grandmother’s house, though. And not at the house we had shared together up until 3 weeks ago.

For some reason, she didn’t want to go back there that night.

“We should get a hotel together,” she said with the excitement of a spontaneous backpacker.

“Yeah!” I agreed quickly, feeling myself fall for her all over again. It was as if I had willingly forgiven, and forgotten about, all the pain I had just lived through.

None of that mattered now. She cared about me. She missed me.

We had found eachother. One more thing we’d overcome.

We were in love again.

We ran back to our respective homes and packed overnight bags. I came downstairs, and my grandmother looked at me curiously.

“Where ya headed, kiddo?” she asked.

“Oh, my buddy is having a video game party tonight, so I’ll just sleep there and go to work in the morning,” I said. “Oh, ok,” she said with a smile. “Have a good time!”

I ran out the door, and my car sped to the hotel we had decided on. She met me in the parking lot, and we went into the room together.

That night, I suppressed all thoughts of why we couldn’t just go home to spend the night together.

The only thing I cared about was having her back in my arms, where we both belonged. No matter how cheap the room felt, or how strange it looked with the nearby restaurant lights creeping through the blinds.

We were together again.

The next morning, I showered, got ready, and left that hotel room for work as she also got ready for work. Our two separate camps probably wouldn’t be fond of hearing where we’d spent the night, and we had no intention of telling them.

We were married, what was it their business?

So what if they had spent the past few weeks gluing our pieces back together? That didn’t mean we owed them anything. If they were truly on our side, they’d support us no matter what.

Of course, that night at the hotel was simply a spark that relit our inferno.

Blazing. White hot. Consuming.

The next night, we met at a bar to watch a football game, like old times. Afterwards, after 3 long weeks, I finally returned home.

We walked back through the front door as different people, but after taking one step inside, my eyes seemed to be deceiving me.

There had been far more changes than I thought.

Nothing was the same.

And it wouldn’t be.

“And now I’m running to you, trying to find myself, But I don’t even know where to start. I guess that time has a way of keeping nothing the same, Cuz I don’t even know who you are. Oh, I hate this feeling. You don’t feel like home.” Papa Roach “Feel Like Home”

NOTE: Though this is my side of the story, including my own personal recollections and opinions, the reader should not consider this note anything other than a work of literature. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Seeing your language improvement has been lovely to watch! You asked what books people are reading now, but do you have any recommendations for some end-of-summer reading?

I've not read a lot tbh as I always (last year especially) liked watching japanese shows/ animes/ videos etc. so sorry for this small list. I'm keeping up with a lot of manga rn but I can't remember all of them (;_;

Manga:

- 日常 ~ Classic comedy manga about the daily life of a trio of girls and other characters. Very weird but it was funny. I watched the anime so I really wanted to read it too. the manga has furigana for every kanji so If there's kanji/ words you don't know it'll be hassle-free to search up.

- マギ ~ A story of a mage named Aladdin who travels with his friend Ugo and stumbles upon Alibaba and several other characters. A lot of amazing magic action (ofc lol), comedy and plot twists. I love the characters. I've read the whole manga in english and currently trying to read in japanese. It also has furigana on all kanji so it'll be easier.

- ある日お姫様になってしまった件について ~ Isekai. Protagonist reincarnates into a little girl from a novel she read. In the novel the princess was rejected and killed by her own father, the emperor because he had already favoured and loved the true MC of the novel, her half sister. not all is translated into japanese yet, only a few chapters. But i love it.

- 魔法使いの嫁 ~ Abandoned and bullied, protagonist is sold off to a tall masked man for a large sum. She doesn't mind however as she just wants somewhere to call home. She then later discovers who she truly is and all the things she can do. I loved the character development in this one ughh. Has furigana on all kanji too.

- 最後にひとつだけお願いしてもよろしいでしょうか ~ Suddenly annuled by her fiance and accused of harassing his new lover, she snaps and suddenly has enough of everything. Badass female lead lol. Only a few chapters are out rn only.

Novels:

- 僕は上��にしゃべれない ~ About the life and struggles of a boy that has Dysphemia. He joins a certain club to become better at speaking fluently. Very easy to read if you're N3 and maybe a few unknown words here and there if you're N4 but it's a book aimed for younger teens in japan.

- 君の名は ~ basically written form of the movie. Though reading this can be hard as there's a lot of kanji in it. I personally haven't finished it all yet but it's a good challenge for kimi no na wa fans that are upper N3+. Though I think it's best N2+

- 三日間の幸福 ~ the book i showed in my last post about a man who sells lifespan in exchange for money and happiness. A lot of kanji but you get used to it as the author uses same words quite a lot. Since it deals with the struggles of an adults life and journey it can be confusing so i'll suggest this to upper N3+ but Mostly better for N2+ if you want to read it more quickly.

started reading only, will continue soon =

- 教室が、ひとりになるまで ~ Crime story. A few suicides suddenly happen on school grounds. It was apparently, however, deemed not to be suicide but murder.

- 八月の終わりはきっと世界の終わりに似ている ~ Protagonist loved someone dearly. However, she died of a heart disease. They had an exchange diary between eachother. Four years later, somehow a new reply appears in that diary.

[gaymalereadersheaven]

Prince Tom Holland X Male Reader

Chapter 7

Summary: your parents made a political arrangement for your younger sister to get married to a prince from a neighbouring country, but what happens when you start to fall for his older brother?

Previous Chapter: in masterlist

Warnings⚠️: slight offense language

“Alright,” I said, calming her down. “You know how parliament works, right?” I asked. “Yeah, we have to know,” said in a matter of fact tone. “Well, we can fight the law that makes it illegal to be attracted to members of the same sex,” I said. “How?” She asked. “You didn’t let me finish,” I continued, “our parliament doesn’t have absolute parliament, which means if we get enough people to vote in our favour, we can overrule parliament’s decision and we wouldn’t even need the King and Queen.” “Ok, but how would we get the people on our side?” Sylvia asked. “By asking around and seeing where they stand. We’d be able to see if we should go straight to parliament or if we need to get more people on our side,” I told her. “Again, how do we get the people on our side?” She asked again. “I have my ways,” I smirked. “You are a very convincing man,” she said. “I am indeed,” I confirmed. “What If mom and dad, or Kind Dominic and Queen Nicola try and stop us?” She asked. “They wouldn’t be able to,” I assured her, “No one would be able to.” “Good, I don’t want to marry Prince Sam,” she said. “I know,” I said as I pulled her in to a hug. “Thank you,” She said softly. “You know I love you,” I said. “I know,” she said quietly. We sat there for a good chunk of time until Sylvia decided that she wanted to forget about wedding in general for a while.

We decided to practice our swordsmanship, like we did when we were children. I’ve always loved sword fighting, and Sylvia liked to play pirates, just like we had read about in books. Sylvia and I are best friends, we didn’t really have any other friends, only eachother. We had a very few royal friends, and we hardly ever got to see them. We would mostly play with eachother, sometimes we got to play with the srevants’ children, but not much. We practically did everything together, practiced playing instruments, read, ride horses, learn how to properly act like royalty, ...etc. When I heard that Sylvia was going to have to get married and leave I was a a little more bit saddened, but it would happen eventually. I always thought I would be the first to get married, being the oldest and all.

Eventually, we got tired out and went to prepare for dinner. I got out of my sweaty clothes as fast as I could, and I washed up. As I did, I thought about all the things I did today, I prayed my archery skills, I read a bit, promised to teach Gorge to read, I got to catch up with Sylvia, and practice sword fighting, it was an overall good day, except for learning that I’m most likely going to have to try and change the law all so Sylvia doesn’t have to marry Prince Sam, but it’s for the better, for Sylvia’s happiness and for people like me. It’s going to be hard, but it will be worth it. I finished up and changed and started heading to Sylvia’s chambers to escort her to dinner.

“How was your day?” Thomas asked. “My day was pretty good, what about yours?” I replied. “Good,” he answered. “What did you do today?” He asked. “Well, I practiced archery and sword fighting, I read a little, and caught up with Sylvia, not particularly in that order. And you?” I told. “I just had a meeting with Haz about trade between our countries,” he said. “Fun,” I said. “Not really,” he corrected me. “Oh,” I said plainly. “Are you ok? It looks like you have something on your mind,” He asked. “I’ll tell you about it later,” I replied rather quickly. “Could I have some ale?” I asked. “Our finest ale for Prince (Y/N)!!!” Thomas shouted. “No! Not your finest, just whatever is fine!” I said. “Are you sure you’re ok?” He asked, “I’ll tell you after dinner,” I said as someone placed a cup of beer in front of me. “Promise?” He asked. “Promise,” I replied. I finished my dinner and downed my beer pretty quickly. Everyone finished soon after.

“You ready?” Thomas grabbed my hand, Sylvia smirked. “Yeah” I said as we headed to my room.

We made it to my room and sat on the bed. “Where should I start?” I said asked. “How about the beginning?” Thomas giggles, I chuckled a bit as well. “First, how much do you know about parliament?” I asked. “Not much,” Thomas said. “Damnit,” I said under my breath. “Ok, neither of our parliaments have absolute sovereignty,” I started. “No offense, but this isn’t all that interesting,” Thomas said. “Well I find it interesting, and in this case useful,” I said. “Of course you would find it interesting,” he replied. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. “Nothing, I think it’s sorta cute,” he replied. “Of course you would,” I said, he smiled. “Stop distracting me, this is important,” I said, getting us back on topic. “Ok,” he said in mock defense. “Point is Sylvia doesn’t want to marry Sam,” I said. “Neither does Sam,” Thomas said. ‘How convenient,’ I thought. “But we still need for a union between the two royal families,” I went on. “Ok, Promise you won’t get all freaked out on me?” I asked, nervously. “Promise,” Thomas said. “Here we go,” I said under my breath, “I really like you, but I don’t want to rush into things, we only just met not that long ago and Sylvia’s in love with someone else and so I was hoping that we could get married so that she doesn’t have to, but I don’t want to make things awkward between us and I just-” “I’ll do it,” Thomas interrupted. “You will? Thanks you so much,” I wrapped my arms around Thomas. “I get it, I feel the same way,” he said. “But how are we going to do it? Marriage between two members of the same sex is illegal.” He said. “I was trying to tell you how we can make it legal before you told me it was kinda boring,” I explained. “Oh, sorry,” he said. “It’s ok,” I said. “Basically, we just need a bunch of people on our side and we can overrule parliament,” I wanna explained to him. “What If the King and Queen decide they want to stop us?” He asked. “If we have enough people on our side, they won’t be able to,” I said. “Lest start recruiting people tomorrow,” Thomas said. “How about right now?” I asked. “What?” Thomas asked. “I know a ton of people who would be on our side,” I told. “It’s a relatively short horse ride,” I said. I grabbed his and started running to the horse stables.

“Where are we going?” Thomas asked as we approached the stables. I ignored his question and asked one of my own Instead, “can I ride Barnaby?” I asked. “I guess,” Thomas replayed, still obvious confused. I got on Barnaby as fast I as could. “Come In we don’t have to to get out another horse, get on,” I said to Thomas. I helped as much as I could to get on Barnaby. I took off as fast as I could. It felt great, the wind rushing through my hair, Thomas’ arms wrapped around my waist, the adrenaline. After quite a while we made it to our destination. I hopped off and helped Thomas down, and tied Barnaby to a poll.

“Where are we?” asked Thomas. “It will all make sense in a second,” I informed. I approached the door, and did the secret knock, a little slot opened up revealing a pair of eyes. “What’s the password?” The man said. “Leonard, it’s me, (Y/N),” I said. “You still need to say the pas-” “fine, blueberries,” I cut him off. The slot shut and there were a few sounds before the door opened, revealing Leonard. “How are you Leonard?” I asked. “Good and you?” He replied. “I’m good,” I answered, “I have an important announcement, you may get want to come with us,” I said as he licked the door, he just nodded in response. I lead the way down the dark hallway and through a door into a much shorter hallway and finally through the big black curtain, revealing a bunch of my friends. “(Y/N)!!!” Multiple people cheer, at my arrival. “Can I get you anything, (Y/N)?” The bartender asked. “Just the usual, Thanks John,” I replied as placed some money down on the bar. As John was getting my beer, Thomas leaned over and whispered, “those men are dressed like woman,” into my ear. “I know, isn’t it great?” I whispered back, he just gave a confused look. Thomas opened mouth to say something, but was interrupted by John giving my beer. “(Y/N), how you doing?” One of my friend’s Greg said. “Good, but I don’t have time to catch up, I have something important to do,” I said as I got up on a table. “May I have everyone’s attention?” I said loudly, the place got quiet as everyone turned their attention to me. “I need your help. What I’m going to do will be risky, it will be dangerous, but it will be for the greater good,” I motioned for Thomas to get up on the table with me, “Thomas and I plan to get married,” I said as raised his and my intertwined hands above our heads, the room interrupted with cheers. “But as you know it is highly illegal, that’s why we need your help if we can get enough people on our side, we can take it to parliament and even overrule their decision,” I shouted, cheers rang out again. “Tell your friends, especially the guys who aren’t here right now,” I reminded. “Does anyone know where the ‘sodomites’ of Thomas’s kingdom, Bisosal, hangout?” I asked, I hate that that word, “sodomites” it’s so derogatory, but it’s the only word we’ve got. “Yeah,” someone said. I hopped down and got the information I needed from them and grabbed Thomas and headed towards the door. I chugged my beer and placed my cup on the counter and left, saying good bye to Leonard.

Thomas and I got on Barnaby, and took off. “You’re going in the wrong direction,” Thomas said. “We have to make another stop first,” I replied.

We arrived at the bar and repeated the same process as the first one. As we entered the actual bar part, the room fell silent as everyone’s eyes burned through our souls. “It’s okay, we need your help,” I assured. “What could you possibly do that would require our help?” One woman asked. “This man and I plan to get married,” I replied. Once they realized Thomas and I weren’t here to shut down the bar or to lick them up, but that I was one of them, they warmed up to us.”but how do you intend to do that?” She asked. “That’s why were here, if we far enough people to want to make it legal for the union of members if the same sex, we can take it to parliament and make it leave without their intervention,” I explained. “We’re in,” said the woman from before. “We also need a better term for people like us,” said another woman. “I completely agree, the one we have now is highly offensive,” replied. “Could we get you anything to drink?” Asked the same woman from before. “I’m afraid we can’t stay long, we have more troops to rally, but we look forward to working with all of you,” I said. “And by any chance doesn’t anyone know where the people like us in Bisosal?” I asked. “Male or female?” Someone asked. “Female,” I replied. “Yeah, I can tell you,” she replied again. “Thank you so much,” I said. I got the information I needed and we took off for Bisosal.

We made it to the Bisosal bar and when we entered the same thing happened as the bar before that, they weren’t sure if we were one of them or not. We stood there in silence for a while, but Thomas didn’t say anything, so I leaned into whisper in his ear, “I think you should do it this time, it’s your kingdom.” He nodded. “Hi, we want to get married, but we obviously can’t do that because it is illegal and we need your help to fight for our rights.” He looked at me for assurance and I nodded for him to continue, “We need a lot of people on our side so we bring it to parliament and fight them on this, for the right to be ourselves and to not have to hide anymore.” “We’ll help you,” one mad said, a chatter broke out in agreement of all the patrons. “Thank you so much,” Thomas said. I turned to leave, but was interrupted by someone, “stay for a drink, have some fun.” “We have to go, but we will another time, I promise,” I said and we headed out.

“One more, you ready?” I asked Thomas as we got on Barnaby. “Yeah,” He smiles as we headed off.

We arrived, knocked on the door, and the slot opened up revealing eyes. “Password,” the woman said. I looked at Thomas, but he just looked at me back with an I don’t remember either look. “Crap, what did Simone say it was again?” I asked myself. “You know Simone?” The woman asked. “Yeah, She sent me here,” I told her. “Come on in,” She said, unlocking the door and letting us in. The same thing happened as it did in the last two bars. “Simone said you could help us,” I said. “Oh, well if Simone said it,” a brunette woman said. Thomas gabe the whole spiel and we stayed for a drink before heading back to Thomas’s castle.

We put barnaby back in his stable and walked back into the castle. As we were walking, Thomas grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine, I smiled. It was pretty late out and no one would be able to see us in the dark. We talked more strategy before arriving at my room. “Can I sleep with you for tonight?” Asked Thomas. “I suppose,” I replied as I got the sleep wear from the wardrobe. “We’re going to get married, might as get used to it,” he replied. I let out a light chuckle and smiled, before changing into my sleep wear. When I finished I handed Thomas a pair. As he removed his clothes, I folded them and placed them on top the dresser. I got under the cover and waited for him to do the same before blowing out the candle by my bed. “Goodnight Thomas,” I said. “Goodnight (Y/N).”

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Thank you for reading, sorry for taking for ever, and thank you for your patience. Love you all -Matthew

Next Chapter : coming soon

[bigfrozenfan]

My all-time favorites fan art - part twentyseven - Agnarr/Iduna Special

King Agnarr and Queen Iduna in younger years

I guess many fans asking themselves how Agnarr have met his Queen and how they felt in love to eachother. There is hardly to find any art work about this theme and this one seems to be a rare example how it probably looks like.

It's summer in Arendelle, the dawn has broken and the sun sets slowly, the moon and some stars are be seen and young Agnarr and his Iduna are standing on the balcony of the castle. They are enjoying the fresh air from the coming night and Iduna leans on him with a happy smile. She's the first time in Arendelle and they haven't married yet. It looks like a dream have come true for her. 

I really would like to hear what the are talking to eachother in this intimate moment, if they are making wedding plans, what Agnarr has promised to her, or just maybe if she's asking him whereto they will ride out this beautiful morning...but wait...there's a lot more below.

The pictures radiates so much feeling and love, are so emotional and intense. Really amazing! I love them and there should be a storyline in Frozen II about the past of them!

Art by corosuke-kansai Title 1: “Summer of Arendelle” Title 2 (picture below): "I want to be with you forever"

http://corosuke-kansai.tumblr.com/post/176988683037/summer-of-arendelle

I have been in contact to the Artist and i've got the permission to use his art work for this post. The artist has drawn more pictures of the relationship between Agnar and Iduna, take a look!

The artist is - as far as I can judge - the only one so far who deals with the history of Agnarr and Iduna in his works. In my opinion this would have a great potential for an illustrated fan fiction!

I'm not very good at writing stories, especially not with conversation and describing feelings, facial expressions, small plot details, etc., but I would have ideas about that already. I've never written a fan fiction before or any story at all and maybe one or the other of you can help or make a little story out of it. Anyway, i'll give it a try now.

The following story is based on the time before the birth of Elsa and Anna. Imagine the following idea: The small kingdom of Arendelle, maybe 20 years ago, before the story of Frozen begins - a Frozen PREQUEL so to speak!

The story begins with a short review of the kingdom and how it came into being (1). The actual story then begins with Agnarr, perhaps with his coronation, and his diplomatic travels and trade relations to allied countries. On one of these journeys he meets the future queen of Arendelle, Iduna (2). Agnarr falls in love with her at first sight and since he sits alone on the throne of Arendelle, he plans to take her as his wife - of course only if she feels affection for him. Iduna doesn't suspect anything of this yet, but is ready to accept his invitation to Arendelle. It can't hurt to get to know an important new trading partner of her country up close and personal, and he is also very gallant and very attractive. But she doesn't let it show - not yet anyway.

On the long ship voyage - the ship is fully loaded with important trade goods, which Arendelle urgently needs - the two get to know each other better. They talk about themselves and the peculiarities of their countries. While Iduna talks very reservedly, Agnarr raves about the beauty of the fjords in Arendelle and begins very carefully courting her. Now that ship journeys take a very long time and even for a big three-master it is not without danger to defy the wild sea, this voyage becomes quite turbulent for the two of them. When the ship finally lands in the port of Arendelle, Agnarr is greeted with cheers by the population, everyone is glad that the not entirely harmless journey came to a happy end - Arendelle obviously loves his king. Iduna is very impressed by the sight she sees -- Agnarr really hasn't understated it! Arrived at the castle, duly picked up in a magnificent carriage, the two are greeted respectfully by Kai and Gerda, Agnarr's most reliable servants. (3) Iduna is assigned the best suite and on Agnarr's instructions every wish should be fulfilled and Gerda should also take care of the new wardrobe, which is appropriate for Arendelle's climate.

The king then left Iduna with the words "My Lady, ya forgive, but unfortunately I have to take care of important government affairs for a while. You may move freely and every wish of yours shall be fulfilled." Iduna answers with a slightly astonished expression on her face and bends before the king, "Your Majesty, Sire, you are too kind. Thank you." She hesitates a little bit and then continues with "I would like to have a small request, however. I noticed the pretty city with its beautiful roofs and imaginative doors when I arrived in the carriage driving past. Could I also take a walk there". Agnarrr smiles and replies "But of course...you are welcome to have a look around there. If you already like the city so much, you should see it at the Yule-Fest, all inhabitants lovingly decorate their doors and facades with Christmas decorations and make gifts for the children. We have such a special tradition here at the castle. I will instruct Gerda to accompany you and show you everything. Please do not hesitate to express any special wishes." Iduna nods happily and smiles back "You must tell me about your traditions in Arendelle on occasion, Your Majesty, Sire. All this sounds very interesting and is new to me. There is no such thing with us".

While Agnarr has to take care of the most urgent government business, Iduna now has the opportunity to look around the castle and the city. Gerda accompanies her and carries a basket with her for a few small errands. Iduna takes the opportunity and has many conversations with the inhabitants. In this way she learns more about the king and everyday life in Arendelle. They visit several shops and finally end up at a stand where a large and strangely dressed young man loudly praises his goods. Iduna, turns up her nose, leans towards Gerda and asks quietly "What stin...smells here so obtrusive?” She looks up and reads "Oaken's summer sale" on a large sign above his stand, and on a slightly smaller sign next to it "with sauna". Gerda grins and replies in the same whisper "Oaken is a well-known city trader and offers something, let's say, something solid.” As they strolls past the stand, Oaken with a trained eye immediately recognizes that Iduna is new in town. "My Lady!" and a little quieter in Gerda's direction "Hello Gerda.", "May I offer you my speciality of the house?" and he holds out a large glass of a yellowish cloudy liquid with separated fish heads to Iduna. Iduna involuntarily takes a step back. "Lutefisk! Freshly pickled only last year". Iduna, somewhat perplexed, puts on a crooked grin and says "Thank you, but no thank you. I'm not quite comfortable today...". That's the keyword Oaken was obviously just waiting for. "My Lady, I can help against that", pulls out a small bottle from under the table and says in the chest tone of the conviction "A miracle cure against all kinds of discomfort... from my own production". Iduna slowly realizes that she can't get away without buying something. But Gerda saves her from the situation "My Lady, it's already late and I have to do my errands there in the shop". She winks at Iduna. She nods understandingly and says goodbye friendly but definitely to this obtrusive dealer.

As they continue, the two inevitably pass Oaken's Sauna, from which it steams strongly. Suddenly a young man with his upper body naked appears behind the small window and waves out. Iduna opens her eyes wide and quickly turns away. "There's a...", Gerda laughs, "That's Oaken's other specialty and the young guy in there is his partner, as they say." Iduna opens her eyes a bit further and her eyebrows move up in amazement. All of a sudden Gerda recognizes what she has just said out loud and opens her eyes in shock and presses her hand in front of her mouth, while Iduna asks "He is his... wait, WHAT?!", "Oh, My lady, please excuse my unseemly mouth, please don't listen to me, that was a little careless of me to talk about something like this in your presence." Gerda sinks down a bit and is very angry about her faux pas. But then her face brightens up again and she happily turns to Iduna and says "My Lady, I've got something, I'm sure you'll like it!". Iduna is grateful for Gerda's mood and they both enter a small shop where it smells beguiling. "My Lady?", Gerda watches amused as her companion takes a deep breath and lifts her head with her eyes closed. "Hmm...?" She opens her eyes again and looks around curiously. "What is that, Gerda?". Everywhere artfully manufactured small....yes, what exactly...little stones lie in the displays. Some of them piled up as small heaps, in the most different colours and forms. While Iduna is still looking around, Gerda talks to the seller and has her basket filled almost to the edge. After she has pushed two bank notes over the counter she quickly steps back at Iduna's side and asks astonished "My Lady? It seems you don't know any chocolate", a few seconds pass, "Chocolate...". Iduna repeats this strange sounding word quietly to herself. "Would you like a taste, my lady?" First she looks at Gerda, then at the basket with all the delicacies, she nods slowly but surely and carefully fishes one of the brown pieces with her fingertips. She looks questioningly at Gerda, who only nods in agreement. Slowly Iduna pushes the chocolate into her mouth and closes her eyes. In this wonderfully sweet moment she realizes that she could die for chocolate.

Back in the castle there is a lot of activity and all sorts of servants scurry here, carry something there and are in full working zeal. Gerda makes her way to the kitchen apologizing and Iduna stands a little undecided in the big hall, watching the silent hectic. It doesn't take long and King Agnarr walks down the stairs, directly towards her. "My Lady. How was ya day? Ya've been on the road a long time and I very much hope ya enjoyed it in the city". Iduna nods enthusiastically and starts telling stories as they stroll through the castle. At some point they step onto the balcony overlooking the fjord. For a while there is silence and except for a few birds there are no more noises to be heard from below. They both lean against the veranda and enjoy the peaceful view. After a while Iduna lowers her head and quietly, almost inaudibly asks "There is another reason for my presence here in Arendelle, not only because of the trade relations...isn't there, Your Majesty, Sire?". Agnarr quietly breathed in the cool evening air and looked up. The first stars were already visible at dusk. Finally he said "Yes", he turned to her, she lifted her head and looked at him. "My Lady...or may I just say Iduna to you?", she nodded slowly, already suspecting what he would say. "Iduna, I want to be honest with ya...with you. Since I first saw you there, in your country, and since our first conversation, when we were alone...I was...", he faltered. Then he looked up and they gazed directly into each other's eyes. Seconds passed. He took a deep breath and finally asked "Would you like to stay here in Arendelle? Forever? At my side?" She held her breath, trembled slightly all over her body, but held his gaze. "You felt it, didn't you? That I fell in love with you". She nodded barely audibly. Again seemingly endless seconds passed. Then she surrendered to her feelings and leaned against him. She looked out at the fjord, felt his warmth and his arm, which lay tenderly around her, remembered every little detail, every word of him since they met. She smiled as she quietly replied a single word, "Yes."

To be continued...?

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I know, the story sounds quite clichéd and sometimes a bit pathetic. At a certain point I couldn't stop writing and suddenly certain peculiarities of Anna occurred to me and I thought to myself, she must have it somewhere ;-) Well, it's just an idea of mine. After translating the text from German, I only corrected it superficially, so it may still contain mistakes. The most difficult thing for me in English are the noble forms of address, I hope I did it right.

What do you think?

Notes/footnotes: (1) Keyword trolls and Agnarr's ancestors as link to the picture in the book of trolls (2) here one could already now go into possible predispositions of Iduna to magical powers, of which Agnarr, however, does not suspect anything yet (3) here perhaps a possible hint that Kai and Iduna are somehow familiar?

[theforgottenflight]

💐 - Answer all of these!

🌺 - How much do you draw on personal experiences when roleplaying?

Hmm.. I think we all do to some degree, and I’m no different. I definitely like the phrase, ‘write what you know’, (and I do!) but I also write what I don’t. :P (Though I try to research it if at all possible!)🍀 - How much do you think you have achieved with your blog?

I’m not really sure how to answer this question. Initially, I made the blog because I wanted a place to log any void elf art (or anything void related) as well as dragon stuff. I also wanted a way to potentially reach out to other dragon roleplayers (or those just interested in roleplaying with dragons,) and I think I achieved this, since now I’m in three different dragon discords and have met quite a few people. :)🌼 - Do you think you could ever stop roleplaying now?

Nope, never! I do some form of writing most days, usually at least a few hours a day. It’s too ingrained in me now to ever stop at this point. Like, I literally need it to survive, lol! 🌻 - What do you do between replies?

LOTS of things! I am a big multitasker, and usually do multiple things while roleplaying, so long as it isn’t one that’s going very quickly. If the responses are snappy, then I tend to focus on it. But if the responses are slow? I might read in between, look at Youtube or Tumblr, listen to music, and now that I have my drawing tablet, I’m starting to doodle and sketch.

Sometimes I even work on cleaning, and will hurry to sit down and write my response before getting up to continue, lol. 🌸 - Have you ever been in a group? Would you do it again?

Like a roleplaying circle of friends? Uh, yes, when I was a bit younger (about 8-9 years ago or so.) I had a small circle of friends, and all of us had met eachother randomly. We got together and basically created an overarching storyline for our characters, had villains, etc. I miss those days, and have yet to really find that again like I did then. Some of the stories were.. a little crazy, but I just miss having that group where we could do just about anything together in terms of roleplay. ;.;🌹  - Have you met true friends through roleplaying?

Yes! I met my husband through roleplaying actually, back in 2009! We met in the Pig & Whistle in Stormwind, which is the answer we give to people when they ask how we met. :P I have also made friends over the years through RP, though some have moved on or others are now busy with work/school and can’t really do it much anymore. 🍄 - What’s one bad habit you know you have in writing?

Bad habit? I probably have a lot. XD I have a habit of being repetitive, I think? Like, sometimes I struggle for what to have a character do, so I’ll end up writing them repeating a motion too much, or something like that. I’ve been trying to catch myself doing it, but sometimes it’s hard, you know? 🍁 - How do you want to explore your muse further? Is there a wishlist?

Yes! With my third character especially, Vysindria, (who I am going to rename, but I’ll talk about that later) I am interested in roleplaying her not just in-game, but also in some AUs. In fact, I’m open to roleplaying any of my characters in AUs/other fandoms, which I keep meaning to change my tumblr to reflect that, but just haven’t.

I’m particularly fond of a more medium fantasy WoW AU my husband created that is heavily changed from canon, cuts down on a lot of the bullshit that doesn’t make sense, and removes many lore inconsistencies. We actually had a tabletop campaign running in it for a while, but it fell apart cause of real life stuff, unfortunately. We still actively roleplay in it together, but I would like to reel others into it to rp with us, just it hasn’t really happened. :

Thank you for the questions, as always! :) Happy to answer anything, anytime! @warcraftingfox

[ambientdinosaur]

Me regarding love in LWA

So.. anyone remember this? My very succinct review of Episode 10.

Because it is time to talk a bit about this character, Andrew Hanbridge. First things first:

I don’t dislike Andrew

I think he’s a decent character and have gotten better characterization after his first two appearances, but that he was implemented in a bad way and got put in a show where he wasn’t truly needed.

Because that is the thing, Andrew was introduced in the LWA series rather than in the OVAs.

A big appeal of Little Witch Academia’s OVAs for many people (myself included) was the fact that it had an all-girls cast. It is exceedingly rare for an anime to have an all-girls cast and to not be revolving around blatant ‘girly’ themes. Little Witch Academia is not inherently girly, it is just a bunch of teenage girls learning to become witches. By cutting away the boys, the series removed the need to include common teenage girl depiction tropes such as excessive focus on romance, boys, looks etc. Instead the series allows the different girls’ character traits and interests come to the fore.

However, with the introduction of Andrew in the series, Trigger regressed to rely on some of these clichés. In the first episode Andrew appears, all the students go gaga for this stoic, aloof guy solely because he is famous and rumoured to be handsome. So basically all the witch students of Luna Nova (except Lotte, Sucy and Diana) are shown to be gossipy, superficial teenage girls. This portrayal betrays the series earlier depiction of varied and multifaceted girl characters. If a pretty boy is around, then they get reduced to this one-dimensional clichéd stereotype. So the way Andrew was implemented into the series detracts from one of the strong points of the series.

What is Andrew’s role in the series? Reportedly, Trigger wanted him to be Akko’s connection to the ‘muggle’ world, so to speak. But personally, very seldom does he feel like he actually fulfils that purpose.

Instead, it feels like he mostly just behaves like a male ‘Diana’ and made to appear in scenarios where Diana couldn’t perform the same function. Both come from aristocratic families, both are well-spoken and rational-minded, both use careful rational rhetoric to solve problems and both of their character growths’ is because of them continually being amazed and inspired by Akko.

But why? Why would you keep around two characters that are so similar in personality and in character development (at least on paper)?

This is why Andrew being teased as a romantic interest to Akko feels like such a slap in the face to everyone who loved Akko and Diana’s chemistry already back in the OVAs. It makes it seem that Andrew wasn’t introduced despite Diana already existing, but because of it. Like Trigger wanted to cash in on Diana and Akko’s chemistry but turn it into something more ‘acceptable’ for the general audience.

But this is where Trigger confuses the hell out of me. If Andrew is the endgame romantic interest, why isn’t it more clearly established at this point? Why has there been so relatively little time for developing Akko and Andrew together then? Why did Trigger go full speed ahead to develope and show how much Akko and Diana deeply care for eachother rather than with Akko and Andrew instead? Why is there so much focus on and interaction between Akko and Diana in the openings, while Andrew is barely there and doesn’t appear together with Akko?

And to quote from this:

There is only one character holding hands with Akko in the OP. And that character isn’t Andrew.

Because there is one thing that makes me mad, and that is ‘Dianakko’ detractors that refuse to acknowledge Akko and Diana’s deeper connection.

Because the way Akko and Diana have grown so close, despite their differences and initial misunderstandings, shows that there is an unspoken deeper bond between them. Even when they looked down on eachother, they still both show admiration and care for eachother, with neither of them knowing why. There was something that slowly over time drew them closer.

So I must say, as a lesbian, the level of affection displayed by Diana and Akko is to me beyond than ‘just being friends’.

If anyone would carelessly throw themselves into danger to save me like Diana and Akko do for eachother;

if anyone would scream with a desperate worry for me like Diana and Akko do for eachother;

if anyone would keep looking at me with a look full of care and concern like how Akko and Diana look at eachother;

if anyone would tell me to keep trying and chase my dreams, while grabbing my hands and being moved to tears, like how Akko did to Diana;

if anyone would tell me “You continue to astonish me in unexpected ways” while them thinking about every time I’ve amazed and impressed them like Diana did to Akko;

if anyone invited me on a broom like this

or if anyone looked at me like this before replying to my invititation;

if anyone would do such things like these, I would consider them loving me.

However, some people will never accept two girl characters loving each other unless they are being intimately physically affectionate, like kissing eachother. Until they are, it can be handwaved away and be explained that they are just “Gal Pals”, “very good friends” and so on.

If we switched out Diana above for Andrew, so that Akko and Andrew had shared all those interactions, you would definitely see people claiming that they are in love based on those.

This is a double standard that is sadly very real in real life too. Girl-loving girls have to go great lengths for their love to be considered “real” in the eyes of some.

Something that made me feel like I had giant pit in my stomach around the time Episode 10 was released, was how some ‘Ankko’ posts included gifs like these:

What the actual fuck? These moments were somehow considered “sweet Ankko moments” by some fans. One shows Akko being hurt by Andrew, while the other show how Akko very uncomfortably gets forcibly pushed to the wall by a love-drugged Andrew.

Both of these moments made me feel highly uncomfortable and feel genuine distress for Akko in these situations when I watched them. Neither of these abusive moments should be considered sweet or romantic. It is not a good representation of ‘Ankko’ or even Andrew himself alone. And I feel I can’t take any criticism of Dianakko in any serious regard from anyone who did feel these moments were “romantic”.

For me, ‘Dianakko’ is not a case of fanservice, it is a matter of representation.

Either on purpose or by accident, Trigger has managed to write one of the most heartfelt and organic depictions in animation of two girls managing to put aside their vast differences and come to closely understand eachother through what at least I would describe as love. I don’t even ‘need’ A Big Damn Kiss or a dramatic declaration of love. I’d rather want an ending more like the ending of The Legend of Korra, with Akko and Diana leaving together on a broom, to work on a shared future and a shared dream, with room for them growing further closer together and figure out what it means for them. Depictions of girls deeply caring for each other and slowly falling in love are rare outside shows not specifically focusing on girls’ love, thus I feel Diana and Akko are important.

I hope that Trigger soon either finally cements a final pairing and gently lets one part down, or that there will be no confirmed endgame romance. Trigger’s vagueness is just tiring at this point.

So I’m sorry Trigger and Andrew, but I’ve actually had enough of this dude.

[sweetdreemurrs]

The Wedding

The day had finally come. Asgore and Toriel were going to be officially remarried.

Asriel was even the ring bearer. Chara meanwhile, was the receptionist greeting everyone who came to the open invitation. Flowers were still a bit strange to them considering all that had happened, so Frisk happily played the role of throwing flower petals. Undyne was happily playing the organ as Alphys double-checked that everything was in order. After making sure everything was going smoothly the small scientist let out a sigh of relief. Asgore and his groomsmen, a certain pair of skeletons, were in place and casually talking.

“come on pal, it’s nothin’ to be worried about.” Sans said.

“That is easy for you to say. You are not the one being married.” Asgore replied as he desperately tried to make sure his hair was in it’s right place.

“and i probably never will be. doesn’t mean you have to be so nervous. today is your big day, fluffybuns.” Sans said with a shrug.

“SANS IS RIGHT. YOU SHOULD NOT FRET MR. DREEMURR! AFTER ALL, YOU DID SAY YOU AND MS. TORIEL WERE ‘SOULMATES’, RIGHT?” Papyrus asked.

“Well that was more us joking about all the meanings but-” Asgore said before promptly getting cut off.

“But nothing. You proposed, so you have to deal with it. It’s not your funeral, probably.” Gerson stated.

“Gerson-” Asgore started to say.

“Speaking of which she’s here.” Gerson said.

As if on cue, Toriel walked into the room, dressed in her beautiful silk wedding dress. It flowed all the way down to her feet and left a small trail behind her.  She was holding an equally beautiful bouquet of roses, pansies, golden flowers, and white carnations. She began her walk as the organ played. Frisk threw petals of red and pink down the aisle as they followed their mother. Upon reaching her groom, Toriel stood opposite of him while Frisk stood behind her.

“The rings.” Gerson said. Upon hearing the request Asriel ran up the aisle, rings in hand before handing them off to his parents. He smiled at the two of them before standing next to Papyrus. After a brief pause of Asgore and Toriel smiling at each other, Gerson began reading from his scripture. Upon reaching the vows, Asgore cleared his throat and began his speech. He had always had an excellent way with words, and she was quite curious as to what he would say.

“Toriel… I know that we have had our ups and downs in the past. But I want you to know that I live only for you and our family. I love you more than life itself, and I will do anything to please you. I know I have hurt you in the past, and it is something I regret with my entire being. I want to do everything together. We can travel, grow old together, everything. You are not just the woman I love. You are the person closest to my soul, and I plan on showering you with my love with every moment I share with you. There is nothing that can keep me from loving you, not even time itself. I love you Toriel and I always will.”

His speech had caused a tear to fall from her eye, which she quickly caught and wiped away. She couldn’t help but tear up a bit and laugh. It took her a moment but eventually she got to her vows as well.

“We have been through so much, the two of us. Prince Asgore Dreemurr. That is who I met in my small bakery countless years ago. I remember how hard you fought for me. You did not care for spoiled nobles or riches beyond your wildest dreams. No. You picked me. Your ‘Tori’. A simple maid who had worked her whole life just to survive. I remember how angered your father had become upon learning about me. Honestly, it was quite amusing but I digress. After what seemed like forever we were finally wed. And then disaster struck. We were in the middle of war. But I still had you. My ‘Gorey’. We rebuilt our kingdom, but in our own vision. There were no ‘peasants’ or ‘poor’. Everyone was finally equal but at the cost of our freedom. But it was something we were proud of. It became even better when we finally had our heir… our Asriel. You truly felt like a king then. And then Chara came to us and everything changed once more. We expanded our underground kingdom. We were no longer in Home. We were in Snowdin, Waterfall, Hotland, and everywhere in between. And then we found it. A large hole where we could see past the barrier and see the sunlight once more. This was the start of our ‘New Home’. Decades later and we are on the surface with another child and are to be wed once more. And what a journey it has been. We have indeed had our ups and downs, Asgore. But there is no one I would rather go through it with.”

“We gather here to unite these two people in marriage. Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly declare their private devotion to each other and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...

“Do you both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all the days of your lives no matter what?” Gerson said, raising a weathered eyebrow

“We do,” they promised.

“Alright, Toriel, do you promise to love and support Asgore as you take him to be your husband, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion with him?”

“I do.” She looked back at Asgore and smiled before allowing Gerson to fit the ring on her finger.

“Last chance…” Gerson said jokingly to Asgore as he flipped to the next page.

“Gerson!” Both boss monsters said in a hushed whisper.

“Alright, alright, take a joke will ya?” He cleared his throat. “Do you, Asgore, take Toriel as your lovely wedded wife and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion with her?”

“I do.” He said, looking into her eyes, a warm smile on his face.

“Then with the power within me, I name thee Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

The two lovers held each other’s hands as Asgore leaned forward and kissed Toriel. She happily returned the kiss, tears forming in her happy eyes. They finally got their happy ending. After parting she wiped the mist from her eyes and smiled up to her husband. He smiled back warmly before picking her up in his arms and kissing her multiple times. She couldn’t help but laugh at the affection.

He closed his scripture with an overly loud clap and raised his hands into the air. “Mazel Tov.” After a collective giggle from the crowd, he stepped down from the altar. “Well it seems like you two are all ready for the honeymoon. I’ll be going now.” Gerson said, tucking his book under his arm and walking past the two as Asgore lowered Toriel down.

“At least join us for the reception, you old fart.” Toriel said with a small smirk.

“Alright, alright.” The old turtle responded, a hint of laughter in Gerson’s voice.

At the reception, Asgore and Toriel were more than glad to answer questions. It was almost like the press conferences they were used to but with far more casual banter and certainly more friends.

After opening quite a large amount of gifts, jokes, and stories were told. Gerson had quite a few stories and was certainly not afraid to tell them.

“...So after hours of looking around the village for him, I finally find the prince. He was skinny dipping in the lake! His fluffybuns on display and everything! The thing is that he wasn’t alone either. A lady was there too, with her own fluffy rear to match!” He glanced towards Toriel. “When he finally saw me, his first thought was to hide her by pushing her into the water… He nearly drowned the poor woman!” He exclaimed, every one joining him in laughter.

“Do not say that... I was perfectly fine Gerson.” Toriel stated, turning red in the process.

“Either way, that was quite the first impression.” Gerson laughed.

The two newly weds were red as berries as Gerson continued his story telling, each small story turning their cheeks an ever darker hue.

Sans butted in as the two were slowly trying to hide themselves. “not to be the buzzkill or anything, but you two are forgetting something.”

The pair looked at eachother then back to Sans before the skeleton pointed to the bouquet that was sitting next to Toriel on the couch.

Every would-be bride got excited as Toriel stood up and had the flowers in her hand. She covered her eyes and tossed the bundle back behind her. Though, she overthrew it a bit. The bouquet soared over the heads of everyone who was vying to catch it and into the arms of none other than Burgerpants.

He looked over at the angry mob of women, and the sound of cracking knuckles came from Undyne.

“Why me?”

Changes:

Asgore and Toriel are now married!

Holy crap! We finally got here! I’ve been working towards this moment for so long!

First of all, thank you to all of those who have supported me since the start of the blog a year ago. Thank you so much for sticking with me. Thanks to those just getting to know the story as well.

A special thanks to @mcdoogly or Doogle. Without him, my story posts like this one would be only 75% as good. Check out his amazing fanfics when you get the chance. He has some of the best fluff (as well as smut on his other blog) I have ever read. He is awesome and deserves some love. Also, he is amazing at writing Gerson, which is a small part as to why Gerson is a big thing in this. (The other part being that Gerson is just a great character in general.) Again, Doogle, you are amazing!

Special thanks to everyone I talk to, the people who I follow, etc.

Now then, the main story is over. However, don’t even think this blog is done. I will continue to answer asks and who knows, we might have another cookout scenario or something.

Thanks again everyone. You guys are awesome.

[beckoningtales-blog]

The Last Pages..... "Acceptance"

(14June17):Wednesday; An extremely yet also late "top of the morning" lads and lasses. It is 44:2AM and the Mistress continues to allow peaceful, long overdue much needed rest to elude her. Eventually the wondrous overtake of slumber will eventually come my way and my mind, poor achy body can finally seek some comfort. The tale I am once again about to unweave, may very well not come as 8f any surprise to most of you, as still in all the harrowing stories, "emotions", "feels", and disadvantageous behavior, with blatant rectories of truth staring me down and speaking aloud....somehow I still am managed to find shock and surprise in realities unforeseen. Imagined, emphatically "yes", believed..."without a shadow of doubt"..... However the prudent, blatant truth presented in various contents as imagery, to reels, and my own personal favorite form....literature. As I always say, (while bearing well meaning), I shall keep this short, and precise. I have known since the ground was still frozen cold, until its thawing and even at this very moment.... The Mortician had become beyond infatuated with his work, it became every detail of being, breathing, and existing....his life. I planned (mindfully, the heart is but full of trickery to the usual senses and a fool) NOT to compete with any "thing" much less another individual. My mind, and internal instincts spoke volumes of truth .y beguiled eyes were too blinded by love to see, admit, accept and move past. I shant fill the pages with keen detailed information as I would normally. For one, I am "LITERALLY" exhausted by this entire ordeal as much as I was when I first sensed an upheaval. Also, even as I have FINALLY prepared myself for this moment.."feelings" as absolute as they may appear to one or many still hurt. Our relationship grew apart before this year ever struck midnight. My noticing of behavioral change, characteristically and beyond came some months later. I was "blindly" unaware, yet had a hunch of how deep seeded his connection to "this newer/ yet old" passion had become. I felt there was that of bonding concerning Civil Duties which I many times could only fathom but not share corresponding roots for having never served in that form. However the bonds we (he and I) made earlier on in the beginning, and in the midst of sharing our lives and home together grew daily. Yes, we each had a past. Professionally speaking, some public, some private, some sordid, a great deal secret only to ourselves until we spoke in unbridled truth in to the other. Our most sacred bond was never that of a physical caliber despite my willingness, and committed oath that NO OTHER individual but he would ever have me in the forms we shared, (some passionate, other deviant) and above all would never have my heart, love, or respect as that all was an invisible gift I could only present in gestures and literary words off my lips were (and sadly will be) none other than his. His straying came first as he admitted, in the form of "curiosities" . then fascination, finally commitment, and I was a mere afterthought and a means to a bitter and no pave loss end. The infatuation, (as he harringly, yet executed poorly through his journals....added on with fictitious mentions of false greatness by astounding teams of repertoire) was someone of his past. Not the usual random "fair haired, ginger, or brunette" willing to provide the least amount of attention....this was one whom could share the stories of wartime, service, sacrifice, and more. In his ledgers he admitted having "feelings" (huh, imagine that) during their time together in years past, but never acted upon them. It was only when the other, sought him out these years later (in his near perfect form as he conceited himself) that those fleeted feelings rearose and left him wondering "Why now?" and moreover...."Why not??!!" We shared a blissful short well meaning time together just a few days ago leading into the weekend. I played the tale of the domestic, which filled me with nerves (of my performance as I sadly had not committed to for months now), but also upon his approval and liking. Beyond that we reminiced of our laughable, yet queer tales of situations that befell on us in the year 16....of physical love, throws of passion and intimacies that we never shared (even with our former spouses) until having laid eyes upon eachother. The greatest in our time spent, was the laughter, and the sincere embraces as we slept. Once again the ticking of time was inevitable to remind us it would be short lived. I spoke in haste out of (once again yet new characteristic for he as the norm) and it eluded from there. The evening drone on, I made baseless notations of ending our union, to taking long overdue and much needed time apart....to finally reconciling leaving by nightfall. Once again I left the decision still "hoping" (FOOL) that he would genuinely want me and us. He was cold, indifferent and set. I as usual in my despair of love and a life lived without him...(no not for what he can afford to provide me) I speak 8f an empty cold, living day in and day out like a breathing corpse due to the missing of your very beating heart and soul. He again exclaimed his desire for me not to leave.....but ended his statement with the threat that once I crossed the threshold and closed the door......HE would heed that as "Goodbye" and with very little room for emotions of loss, sadness or grief..move on. How it burned to hear, but in between the array of various half truths, and soulless mendacities he sited....THAT statement I knew had great merit as I told him numerous times, he would...easily. He also informed me (as I spoke myself numerous times due to the hatred and disgust I had even more so than usual for myself) had "changed." I was no longer the means of joy, laughter, pleasantry and light he once enjoyed being with let alone around. I (in my usual and TRUTHFULLY heartfelt demeanor) apologized from the bowels of my soul for my abhorrent, crude, hateful, accusatory, and without meaning judgemental behavior and gave my word.....IT...the questions, wondering, etc, etc would cease and dissist. He accepted my newfound gesture, (making no personal announcement of changes HE would be undergoing for the betterment not only for us, but moreover himself) and why would he??? He felt no apathy, no responsibility on his part which increased my madnees, and above all,,,,,held fast to the deception of pure innocence and blameless behavior. His only "half spoke sorrow" and it beared no deep feeling, was in his wrongdoing for "neglecting me" (poor colored me) from time spent on the computer. Today........ Oh how I rue the day, but my bed...my stupid heart....therefore my tears are not only in grief for what we had and have lost, but also in rageful frustration and anger within myself for being so undoubtedly foolish, weak, spineless, and above all lacking any means of common sense and decency. The first shocking (graven into my memory for all time) were the numerous....and I do mean NUMEROUS movies, takes, "tags", and countless unprotected bodies I saw in REAL (no not in person) time of him impaling with no feeling other than that of lust, and self satisfaction. NOT ANYTHING of a supposedly engaged or even taken in a committed relationship man. He was behaving like a self satisfying whore! !!!! I kept my word, and did not allow what I'd seen under various aliases (much like that of his fictitious Author's books). It hurt, as emotions do...... I felt filthy for even sitting beside him, and immediately lost my appetite at any meal he prepared seeing the filth of his ways onscreen. NO it isn't of is past life I judge nor have I ever, it is at the thought let alone execution of his unfeeling (minus said lust) cruel, crude and unhealthy behavior towards me. As everything else it came as no shock due to my suspicions coming forth, it was the witnessing. And dare I not ever even make mention. For one, his probably removed all accounts and content (minus that which he shares via "apps", links, codes, and torrents) but also he (in his mind I'm sure yet still failed miserably) tried to geniusly falsify his true presence by mocking different faces (that any amateur would take note of) on the male portions of the bodies in each. His costly mistake.....underestimating my intelligence as he well should, would 8ther idiotic fool would willingly choose to live with a vagrant. But yes also left a trail of endless breadcrumbs upon his searches and installations. He asked numerous times for me to avail my true feelings as upon not only being sick with cold, I was also somewhat dispondent and I truthfully replied. ....it was NOTHING. Also what personal gain have I ever deemed by admitting something bothered me in the past even upon his "concerned insistence." I held onto a shred of pride and bit my tongue. It wasn't until just a mere few hours later that I found the black and white (haha....and I am not referring to myself against his list of many) I mean the "literary journaled" truth that he even so bewitchingly had the audacity to place in front of me (after making more personal downloads and removing content from my prying yet no longer caring eyes).....the very HELL only non rouse for phonographic means of a webpage, to introduce me to something I love......"books". The night/morning continues to bemoan by. My face is sore and taught from the battle since the previous night, of allergies. Therefore I shall allow this to be my long awaited close. As yet again meaning well... I poured in several details for the audience to gain full perspective. This shall be deemed "Part 1"......of the cliffhanger (pardon me for not receiving the blatant telegrams sooner). I shall resume with the conclusion as the sun awakes the Earth or upon next moonlight. My deepest gratitude for your eyes and ears.....