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When I first joined Tumblr, I had no idea what I was walking into. Thereâs no manual for navigating this wild, untamed corner of the internet. My first moment here? I was greeted by an image completely naked, no warning, no explanation. It was just there, bold and unapologetic. Thatâs when I realized: Tumblr is a place where anything can happen.
But for all its chaos, Tumblr has become something far greater than I ever expected. For us Palestinians, this platform isnât just a space to scroll through memes or vent about life. Itâs a lifeline, a place where weâve taken the raw, messy energy of this site and turned it into a battleground for survival. Here, we tell our stories, raise funds, and fight for our lives.
Iâve seen campaigns soar past their goals, bringing hope to families barely holding on. But Iâve also seen campaigns like mine, ones that fight tooth and nail for every single dollar, every reblog, every addition, and every ounce of hope. My familyâs lives depend on this.
It hasnât been easy. Zionists flood all Palestinian words with hate, twisting truths and spreading lies. They aim to discredit us, to make people doubt us. Itâs exhausting. Some nights, I sit with my phone in my hands, wondering if this fight is too big for me. But then something beautiful happens: a donation comes through, a kind message appears, or someone Iâve never met reblogs my story with words that feel like a warm embrace.
And through it all, people are starting to see the truth. The hate doesnât drown us; it sharpens our voices. Every day, more people step forward to stand with us, to say, âI see you, I hear you, and Iâm with you.â Itâs those moments that keep me going.
To everyone who has already helped, whether through verification, donating, wrting post , reblogging, or simply sharing a kind word: thank you. Youâve done more for my family than I could ever put into words. But the reality is, weâre not there yet. My family is still waiting for a chance to breathe, to live without fear, to fill their empty stomachs with warm food, and to wrap themselves in clothes thick enough to keep out the bitter cold. Theyâre hungry, theyâre freezing, and I canât do this alone.
This fight is hard, but itâs not hopeless. Strangers have become friends, and friends have become family. Some of you have shown up in ways I never imagined, treating my familyâs survival as if it were your own. That kind of solidarity? Itâs powerful.
Tumblr might be chaotic, unpredictable, and sometimes downright bizarre, but itâs also the place where weâve built something extraordinary: a community that refuses to look away from injustice. With your help, we can take this fight all the way. My familyâs lives are within reach, and together, I know weâll get there.
This campaign isnât just about me. It supports 26 people, including two orphaned children and an injured family member suffering from hemiplegia after being hit by shrapnel during a bombing. Surgery is desperately needed to replace the infected and failing plates. The needs are urgent, and the future of 26 lives depends on your support.
The video showing the injured family member is shared before in this post: Link.
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đšđš Good News đšđš
Hello everyone,
I have some good news and some not-so-good news, but first I'd like to thank all the people who supported me this far. As you might already know, there's no power supply in Gaza now, so we depend on solar panels for electricity. Yet, the weather has been gloomy for the last couple of days, and hence I barely charged my phone and accessed internet for a very limited time. I'm really thankful to my friends who kept sharing my posts. I'm grateful for every donation, every reblog and every kind word. đ·
Let's break the good news: we have visited the doctor a few days ago and she let us assured. Our baby girl is growing strong and healthy. Here's her first ultrasound photo, isn't she a cutie? đ On the downside, it turned out that Sahar, my wife, suffers from mild anemia due to malnutrition. đ As you probably know, good nutrition is essential for the health of the pregnant mother and her baby.
Please, help me support my wife in her pregnancy and provide for my kids in the harsh conditions of Gaza war. Your support is essential for our survival and has the potential to positively change our lives and give our baby girl a better start.
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ïžMy campaign is vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #252 )â
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With love, Alaa & his family
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Hey hey Suzuuuu
I hope you can see this request..
Itâs a nsfw
I would like to request Wanderer x shy fem reader at Sumeru Akademiya, a new student came in and its reader who is shy to introduce herself. And the teacher told the new student to sit next to Wanderer and Wanderer finds it annoying when he preferred to be alone.
At some time, Wanderer becomes like a bully when he likes to tease and make fun of fem reader only to see her reactions, and it makes him like want to corrupt her innocence.
wanderer (scaramouche) x fem!reader. smut corruption. fingering. bullying. minor degradation.
i want to sincerely thank everyone for letting me take my time and go through requests at my own pace đđ„ș i feel bad, though.
wanderer only went to class that day because nahida insisted on walking him there. if she hadn't, he would gone right out into the forest to hide and maybe nap in a tree for awhile. a more valuable use of his time, in his opinion, but nahida insisted that the akademiya would be good for him.
he could practically taste your innocence the moment you walked through the lecture hall door. it was pure in a way he hadn't considered still existed. through his sheer annoyance at you being seated next to him (his table was the only empty seat. he could totally see why), he shot you a glare that sent an unexpected shiver up your spine.
"don't think we are going to be friends because you are sitting next to me," he wanted to level with you right here and now. "99% of the time, i won't even be here."
"oh, that's fine," you replied, organizing your books and tucking some hair behind your ear. "i'm not here to make friends. i am here to learn," you pursed your lips, and offered him a soft smile, "my family also has high expectations of me."
"i didn't ask," wanderer replied, crossing his arms and finding a spot to fixate on and stare at for the rest of the class. chances are he knew more things politically than the professor. the asshole who wrote that essay about what he thought happened on tatarasuna sure thought he knew everything.
still though, as much as he hates it, he kept looking at you from the corner of his eye. it was easy for him to tell what kind of girl you are in these moments. you certainly had no issue sitting there, looking pretty while you listened with such foolish intent. you even took notes on the smallest, most useless things.
did you think this knowledge may come in use later?
judging from your explanation earlier, wanderer knew exactly what to capitalize on and take advantage of.
he didn't expect you to have the most interesting reactions when he bullied you.
"it must be so hard for you," wanderer cooed condescendingly, watching you survey the mess he made by knocking all your books out of your hands. "always being a goody goody. doing your homework on time, never missing class," sighing, he kicked one of notebooks out of the way as you reached down to pick it up. "you have be getting crushed under the weight."
"i..i am just so clumsy," you stumbled over your words a little, clearly flustered. wanderer licked his lips. you are just so interesting. he'd just been so mean to you. anyone should've snapped or fought back. but not you. you had the shyest flush on your cheeks. were you enjoying this?
as for you, you are. the more interactions you have with wanderer bullying you, with his enchanting electric eyes and condescending purr to his voice, the wetter you got. it was embarrassing to you. a fact that you had a hard time coming to terms with. at first.
he even used a small gust of anemo to knock your water bottle out of your hand one day, tossing water all over your shirt (it was to see your nipples harden in your bra from cold the water was), but you only looked at him with further adoration.
but his bullying just felt so good. you couldn't possibly tell him that you often fingered yourself until you were a wet, twitching mess at night after classes.
in wanderer's still very twisted mind, corrupting you would be helping you. he didn't even know when he started coming to class everyday, but you were starting to look like you weren't sleeping well. your hands shook while you took tests.
the moment you felt wanderer's hand dip into your panties for the first time, parting your folds and grazing your clit, your hips immediately jerked up to grind on his fingers. fingers that you always thought are so ungodly beautiful it should be considered a crime.
a moan you didn't even mean to let out sounded from you. the more those beautiful fingers stroked your pussy, the more it throbbed and clenched. your eyes widened in an aroused desperation, your hole clenching around the tips of his fingers as he prodded them teasingly at your entrance.
"you poor thing," wanderer cooed, "this is probably the best you have felt ever," he slowly wagged the pads of his fingers on your clit, tearing mewls from you as he just as teasingly pinched your clit. "you are so fucking wet, your cunt will suck my fingers in."
your clit throbbed, feeling shamelessly compelled to rub your soaking pussy on his fingers. "i thought you had to get to class?" he continued. your eyes widened as he started to take his hand out of your panties. "do you know how foolish it is to try and please everyone all the time?"
your hand shot out to grasp his wrist. "no, please. i don't want to go anywhere. i want to stay right here with you," you urged his hand between your legs again. "please," your eyes watered in desperation.
wanderer chuckled. did you have an idea how much of a turn on you are in general? you, the good and innocent girl was begging to skip class and stay with him with your legs spread on his bed. fuck, you deserve to have your pretty pussy stuffed full with his fingers. "who knew you are really such a slut?"
you are breaking so well under the weight of his corruption. you couldn't think about anything other than the need to feel his fingers fucking into you. thoughts you'd never had before about anyone. until wanderer.
"good girl," he tuggedyour panties off, his cock straining from watching the soaked material peel off your pussy. "moan for me while i break you. it's what you want the most, no?" he pushed two fingers inside of you, stretching you apart and hooking them to the knuckle into your sweet spot.
you nodded, jolts of pleasure crackling through you. your eyes nearly rolled closed in pleasure as he started pumping his fingers. they would've had he not put a hand on your jaw. "no, no, kitten. i wanna see those pretty eyes of yours while i make you cum," he gently squeezed your jaw to remind you of your place.
it is erotic to him how some of your moans even had a tinge of shock in them. you are coming apart so fast, your body only relaxing and submitting to him. he was devouring you, and nothing has ever felt better in your whole life.
the pumps of his fingers grew more aggressive with your consistent moans. he stretched your pussy apart so perfectly, sussing out every sensitive spot between your walls effortlessly. "a third finger, please," you moan, rocking your hips up extra to convey your plea.
wanderer was more than happy to oblige you. he abruptly added a third finger, bullying it against your sweet spot. a near scream of pleasure tore from your throat. "are you feeling good, slut?" his cock pulsed as your walls snapped tighter around his fingers. you obviously enjoy being degraded. "you'll tend to my cock next, yes?"
you struggled to even nod, your cheeks flushed with adoration. "yes! i want to more than anything!" you cried out, stroking his wrist in appreciation as your orgasm curled tighter, your juices frothing and gathering on the insides of your thighs.
"oh? more than going to class or pleasing your family?" wanderer couldn't wait for your inevitable response. a response that would no doubt make him want to impale you on his cock even more. he couldn't break you too fast.
could he?
"yes, yes please! so much more than..than.." your words fell away, the knot of your orgasm building and tightening to an almost overwhelming degree. "anything!" you barely managed to cry out, twitching and writhing as you scrambled to chase the wonderful high unlike any other that he was providing.
wanderer couldn't help but laugh shakily, slowly stroking his cock. you look more beautiful breaking than he imagined. he knew he didn't have to keep his hand on your chin anymore. you couldn't and wouldn't dream of taking your eyes off. not when he'd demanded you to keep looking at him while you cum.
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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 26
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Larissa Weems x fem!reader
words: ~ 4.7k | ao3 link in title
A/N: after a little over a year and a half, we've reached the end of this fic - never did I ever think that that smutty one shot would turn into 26 chapters and over 90k words. thank you, deeply, for everyone who has stuck around til the very end, even when it sometimes took me ages to update. thank you to everyone who commented, sent me asks, inspired me to keep writing. I felt this was the most authentic way to end the fic - I hope you like it! and let me know if you want to see more of these two đ„°
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You could sense Larissa tensing up beside you at the sound of the voice, her eyes widening as they fixated on the doorway behind you. Turning in confusion, your eyes landed on a woman clad all in black, with long dark hair and a sultry air about her. Though youâd never seen this woman before in your life, between her sense of style and Larissaâs reaction it wasnât hard to deduce that you were now face-to-face with Morticia Addams. Your grip on Larissaâs hand tightened, your knuckles turning white.Â
Morticia began to glide towards the bed with unparalleled elegance, stopping only when she seemed to finally register your presence by Larissaâs side. Her gaze drifted down to your intertwined hands, lingering there for what seemed to be half an eternity. Her expression went from confusion to interest and, finally, as she met your own (definitely hostile) gaze, shifted to understanding.Â
âWednesday told me youâd been seeing someone.â Morticiaâs eyes were still on you, but her words were clearly directed at Larissa. âI assume this is her?â
âY/N,â you said rather coldly, introducing yourself before Larissa could respond.
âItâs a pleasure,â Morticia replied, painted lips curling up into a smile that was as seductive as it appeared to be sincere.Â
âI wish I could say the same,â you growled under your breath. Morticia clearly heard you, but her smile never faltered.Â
âDarlingâŠâ Larissa whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking.
Morticia laughed, the sound melodic. âSheâs feisty, I like her.âÂ
You scowled, wrinkling your nose.
âWhat are you doing here?â Larissaâs expression showed confusion and annoyance in equal measure, and she was clearly trying her best to speak powerfully and clearly, though her voice faltered on the last syllable.Â
âCanât I check on my best friend after she nearly dies?â
Larissaâs own grip on your hand tightened, and you squeezed back in a show of reassurance and solidarity. âWe havenât been best friends in decades.â
The smile dropped right off Morticiaâs face and she crossed her arms, an uncomfortable silence shrouding the room. âI know,â she whispered finally. âAnd I know thatâs mostly my fault. But when Wednesday told me what happened, I had to come see you.â
âWell, youâve seen her,â you hissed. Morticia smiled a little sadly - she deserved it, you thought. You would never forget the way Larissa had spoken of the way Morticia had treated her, as though Larissa had meant nothing to her - as though Larissa wasnât good enough for her. The memory alone made your blood boil, and you were certain your anger and contempt at Morticia were visible on your face.
âIâve always cared about you, LarissaâŠâ The way Larissaâs name rolled off Morticiaâs tongue left a bitter taste in your mouth, and you bit your tongue in a desperate attempt not to snap at the dark-haired woman.
âYou have a funny way of showing it,â Larissa croaked out.
âThat may be true. But I do care all the same. Iâm glad youâre recovering.â
You watched Larissaâs face carefully for her reaction - her emotions were at war with one another and she was, for once, too exhausted to try to mask it. She closed her eyes, leaning back against her pillows with a frown on her face, deep lines forming between her eyebrows.
âI appreciate you checking in on me,â Larissa said finally, sounding more resigned than anything as she attempted to remain diplomatic. She opened her eyes and pinned Morticia with a tired gaze. âI hope youâll excuse me, Iâd like to rest a bit more before Iâm discharged tomorrow.â
It was an elegant way of kicking Morticia out, and the raven-haired woman seemed to have gotten the hint. She gave a curt nod and smiled graciously. âIâm sure our paths will cross again at Nevermore.â
Once she reached the doorway, Morticia turned back to face the two of you, looking at Larissa with a sort of soft fondness that you wouldnât have expected from her. âSheâll take good care of you, this one.â Her gaze briefly flicked in your direction, not deterred by the frown on your face. Then she disappeared, closing the door gently behind her.
You turned back to Larissa to find her already watching you, her gaze soft and affectionate, her lips turned up into a smile that bordered on love-drunk - her expression so different than it had been with Morticia just moments ago. She laughed at the way you glowered at the door, her laugh turning into a slight cough.
âDonât be jealous, darlingâŠâ she hummed shakily as her cough subsided.
âIâm not,â you said adamantly, though apparently not quite convincingly enough, for Larissaâs smile grew even wider.Â
âThereâs not a single alternate universe where Morticia and I are right for each other, where Iâm not irrevocably in love with you.â
Your heart skipped a beat and you pressed your forehead to Larissaâs. âI love you,â you whispered. âIâm not jealous, I just hate the way that Morticia makes you feel. I want you to be happyâŠâ
Larissa cupped both of your cheeks and tilted your head, until your lips were a hairâs breadth away from her own and her eyes had to dart back and forth to be able to meet yours. âI am happy,â she said adamantly. âYou make me feel special.â
âYou are special, Larissa.â
Larissaâs lips brushed against your own, the kiss soft and tender. You had little privacy in the hospital room, but still you could feel every ounce of love Larissa had for you in the way that she kissed you, and you smiled against her lips.
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âDarling?â Larissa asked somewhat hesitantly that evening, as youâd just come back into the room from going to the restroom. She wrung her hands in her lap and her mouth was turned into an apologetic frown, and you cocked your head to the side as you perched yourself at her bedside.
âYeah? Whatâs wrong?â
âIâve just realized I donât have my car here. Would you be able to drive me back to Nevermore when Iâm discharged in the morning?â
Your brows knit together in confusion - youâd already assumed thatâs what youâd be doing. âOf course. I asked Cass to drop my car off here tonight, I left it at Nevermore.â
Larissa seemed taken by surprise at the matter-of-factness in your tone. Her lips curled into a tiny smile, though her brow was still furrowed. âThank you,â she whispered.
âLarissaâŠâ You bit the inside of your cheek as you considered your words carefully. âHave you thought about how youâre going to get by when youâre back at Nevermore? I mean, you might need help or something for a few weeks, you know, getting around and thingsâŠâ
Larissa stayed silent for a moment, clearly contemplating. âI should be fine.â
You frowned at her stubbornness. âOkay⊠let me word that differently⊠I know you can take care of yourself, but I would feel better if you let me help you. If you want me to, that isâŠâ
âI donât want to burden you, darling,â Larissa said softly, running a hand through your hair - the intimate gesture felt so nice, and you leaned into her touch. âYou have other things going on, you should focus on your studies.â Her smile was warm and affectionate but her gaze was a little sad, and you took her hand in yours and placed a kiss to her knuckles.
âYouâre not a burden, Larissa. I want to help you recover, thatâs what Iâm here for. The semester is almost over anyway, aside from exams I wouldnât really have to drive to Burlington much until after the holidays.â
You could practically see the cogs turning in Larissaâs brain, her brow furrowed as her eyes darted between your own - no doubt looking for some miniscule hint of insincerity or hesitance in your own gaze, which she certainly wouldnât find. âWould you⊠be alright with staying at Nevermore for a little while, then?â
Larissa sounded almost shy, and you grinned and adopted a playful tone. âLarissa Weems, are you asking me to move in with you?â
Larissaâs cheeks grew red and she wrinkled her nose at your teasing. âOnly if youâd like toâŠâ she said after a moment, her tone soft and gentle. âYou know thereâs enough room for both of us.â
A feeling of absolute giddiness bubbled up inside of you - the circumstances mightâve been less than ideal but, regardless, the idea of living with Larissa was enough to make you swoon. Waking up every morning to her beautiful face on the pillow beside you, burrowing into her arms each night - your definition of heaven on earth.
âYou know Iâm not going to say no to that.â Your grin was so wide that it smoothed out the crease between Larissaâs brows, and she pulled her hand from between yours to cup the back of your neck and tug you in for a kiss.
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Both you and Larissa were awake early the morning she was discharged, both of you too excited and too nervous to sleep. You pottered about the hospital room, packing your belongings up and gathering the flowers and cards to bring out to the car, while Larissa ate her breakfast, complaining about the food between each bite.
âI could cook something? We have to pass by my place on the way back to Nevermore anyway, Iâll just raid the fridge.â
Larissa snorted. âIâm sure your friends will appreciate that.âÂ
âTheyâll get over it,â you teased with a grin and a shrug. âIâll be right back, Iâm going to carry our stuff to the car.â
You filled your arms with as much as you could carry and brought everything out to your car, piling it in the trunk. It took you a while to navigate the halls of the hospital and when you finally returned to Larissaâs room, she looked frustrated and a bit down, playing with a bobby pin between her fingers, one singular curl pinned up against the back of her head.
âYou okay?â you asked, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you approached her bedside.
âIt hasnât taken me this long to do my hair in over 30 years⊠holding my arms up is too tiringâŠâ
âCanât you shift?â You feared the answer, figuring if she could, she would - Larissa shook her head sadly.
âToo much effort to maintain.â
âOh⊠what if I helped you?â
Larissa seemed a bit surprised at your suggestion, but her frown was quickly replaced with a soft smile and she scooted forward a bit so that you could crawl into her bed behind her and help her with her hair. She would separate her hair into sections and start to roll them up, stopping and letting you finish and pin them in place when her arms started to feel too heavy. After a momentâs rest, she would start on the next section, until each strand of hair was pinned up against her head. It took twice as long as it usually would have, and it looked more than amateurish, but it was better than nothing.
âHow does it look from the back?â Larissa asked a little anxiously, and you laughed as you took a photo for her and handed her your phone.
âIt could use some work, Iâm sorryâŠâ
Larissa chuckled, twisting around to cup your cheek and press her lips to yours. âIt could be worse,â she murmured affectionately.Â
âYou just have to get to your office and then you can take it down again,â you said with a laugh, silently wishing you were better at this kind of thing and vowing to learn for Larissa.
âThank youâŠâ You could tell by the light in Larissaâs eyes and the blush on her cheeks how much your help meant to her, and you grinned as you pulled her in for a slightly deeper kiss.
Larissa insisted on wearing a bit of makeup, not wanting to be caught in the halls of Nevermore without her signature red lip - you traced her lipstick along her lip, your stomach filling with butterflies at the intimacy of the action. You helped her dress, letting her lean on you and doing up the zip on the back of her dress, then waited patiently for her to sign some paperwork.
After what felt like hours, Larissa was finally discharged and the two of you were in your car, on your way to stop by your apartment. In spite of everything that had happened, you felt a lightness that you hadnât felt since that night at Nevermore. Larissa was sitting next to you, not in a hospital bed but in your car. Her hair was up and her lips were painted and she wore a dress, not a hospital gown, and she moved her lips to the lyrics of the song playing on the radio, and you seemed to realize all at once that she would be okay.Â
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Cass mustâve been waiting for you, because she was at your car window the second you pulled into your usual parking spot in front of your apartment. You rolled down the window and she crossed her arms and rested her forearms on the car, popping her head inside.Â
âThereâs no way you decided to tell us you were moving out over text?â she exclaimed, but her lips were pulled into a wide grin, making it clear she wasnât upset. Still, you blushed and glanced at Larissa, who suppressed a smile and looked down at her own lap.
âIâm sorry,â you said with a nervous chuckle, and Cass rolled her eyes.
âDonât be, itâs not like we didnât see it coming.â
Now even Larissaâs cheeks were slowly turning pink, and you shooed Cass away so that you could open the door and slip out of the car. Larissa made to open her own door but you insisted she stay in the car - youâd only be a minute anyway, grabbing the most important things - you could always stop by later in the week for more of your belongings.
You made a beeline straight for your room, grabbing the most essential items - some clothes, your laptop, some stuff for uni, your toiletries. With some extra room in your bag, you tossed in a few trinkets, your favorite books, some more art supplies, then stopped by the kitchen to raid the groceries your roommates had no doubt recently bought.Â
âYou canât stop by the store on your way through Jericho?âÂ
Pausing in your rummaging through the fridge, you glanced sheepishly over your shoulder at Robin, who leaned in the doorway with a faint smirk on her face. It was clear your friends were happier to see you back to your old self than they were annoyed at the suddenness of your plans.
âI promise Iâll send you guys money for this weekâs groceries?â you tried, and Robin laughed.Â
âYeah, sure.â She paused, the smile slowly slipping off her face. âWeâre gonna miss you, ya know?â
And wasnât that strange to hear. After over two years of living together, it would certainly be weird to no longer call Robin, Cass, and Christin your roommates. You swallowed against the lump that had suddenly appeared in your throat, feeling oddly sentimental amid your excitement to live with Larissa.
âWho knows, I mean I might move back once Larissaâs recoveredâŠâÂ
Robin laughed, letting out a snort and raising an eyebrow, her usual easy grin lighting up her features. âYou really think so?â
âWellâŠâ You could feel your own lips spread into a smile. âNo, probably not.â
Pushing herself off the doorframe, Robin crossed the room and pulled you into a brief but tight hug. âDonât forget about movie night on Sunday. Just because you donât live here anymore, doesnât mean youâre getting out of it.â
âI wouldnât dream of missing it,â you chuckled, squeezing her tightly.
When you made it back out to your car with all your bags, Cass still had her head poked through the car window and was talking animatedly to Larissa. You shooed your best friend away from the car, then gave her a brief hug, promising to invite her over soon - she waited in the parking lot as you pulled out onto the street, her waving form shrinking in the rearview mirror until you rounded a corner and left her behind.
As you drove down the winding road through the dense forest separating Burlington from Jericho and, beyond that, from Nevermore, it slowly began to sink in that you had Larissa back. Finally, after weeks of anxiety, overthinking, worrying - finally - you were sitting side by side, driving down familiar roads, safe in the knowledge that everything was going to be alright.
âCassandra was quite shocked that I recovered so quickly,â Larissa mused, her lips quirked into a half-smile as she stole a glance at you. âActually, how did she put it? âI almost didnât think youâd make it.ââ
You cringed at your former roommateâs bluntness. âOuch⊠sorry about her, I know she didnât mean it in a bad way.â
âI know⊠you havenât told her that Iâm a shapeshifter, have you?â
âNo.â You shook your head. You expected Larissa to continue speaking, but a silence enveloped the car instead. Glancing over at the shapeshifter, she was looking out the window, appearing deep in thought. âI mean I donât think sheâd mind⊠I just didnât think youâd want anyone to know unless you told them,â you added, the silence making you a bit nervous.
âNo⊠youâre rightâŠâ
âYou know, itâs actually pretty cool, if you think about it,â you started, and Larissa glanced curiously in your direction again. âBeing a shapeshifter kind of saved you - I mean how many other peopleâs organs can just shift to regenerate that quickly? If you werenât a shapeshifter, we might not be sitting here right now.â
Larissa let out an audible breath through her nose. âI suppose thatâs trueâŠâ Out of the corner of your eye you could see her turn in her seat, leaning the side of her head against the headrest so that she could face you. The smile on her lips grew a bit. âI suppose being a shapeshifter has its upsides, doesnât it?â
âI can think of a few more upsides,â you quipped with a smirk, purposely lowering your voice an octave, and turning to look at Larissa just in time to see her cheeks flush a deep, gorgeous pink.
~~~
Arriving at Nevermore, you and Larissa were hounded by students as you tried to carry your belongings to her quarters. Your saving grace ended up being a protective Enid and a reluctant Wednesday, who told off their fellow students and made them give Larissa space - enough for the two of you to reach her office and lock yourselves inside.
âTheyâd be lost without you here,â you remarked casually as you dragged a duffle bag of your things towards the door to Larissaâs quarters - with your back turned, you missed the way Larissa paused and shifted away a blush, before hurrying after you.
The walk from the car to her quarters was enough to thoroughly exhaust Larissa. Though she was a shapeshifter and was likely to regenerate and recover quicker, sheâd still lost a lot of muscle tone in the coma, and so (much to her chagrin) you had her settle on the bed while you hung your clothes up in the closet.
âHey, Riss? Where can I put this?â you asked as you pulled a handful of paints out of your bag.
Larissa looked around the room - with the hospital stay and the short notice, of course she hadnât yet been able to consider where you would actually put any of your belongings, and she tilted her head in thought. âThere should be some space in the bottom drawer,â she said, pointing to a dresser against the wall. âWe can clear up a better space later.â
You crawled over to the dresser from where you were sitting, opening the drawer. It was mostly empty aside from some extra linens, which Larissa instructed you to place in the closet, and a large, heavy photo album. You took hold of the leatherbound album and glanced imploringly at Larissa - she gestured with her hand, inviting you to pick it up.Â
Opening the front cover, it dawned on you that this was a family album - right on the front page, there was a black and white photograph of a woman in a hospital bed, holding a newborn baby. âIs this you?â
Larissa smiled. âYes. Come here.â She patted the space on the bed beside her and you settled next to her with the album open on your lap. Larissa wrapped her arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple, before turning the page to another baby photo - in this one, both mother and father were present, baby wrapped in a quilted blanket and snuggled tight against fatherâs chest as they stood in the entryway of what appeared to be a large house.
âMy parents,â Larissa supplied, though you didnât need the confirmation - the man was tall, with Larissaâs shoulders, Larissaâs nose; the womanâs light hair and soft features had clearly been passed straight onto her daughter.
You flipped through page after page, photo after photo, of a young Larissa and her family and friends. Larissa at 2 on some rocky beach, in the arms of her grandmother, of whom both she and her mother were the spitting image. Larissa at 5 in a leotard and tights, sitting on the floor of a ballet studio and grinning up at the camera, with one front tooth missing. Larissa at 8 in her Sunday best, standing in front of a church, her fatherâs hand on her shoulder and her mother standing just off to the side. Larissa at 9 on horseback. Larissa at 11 with her arm around a friendâs shoulder. Larissa at 13 in front of the gates of Nevermore. A few shots of Larissaâs parents, of her grandmother, of an uncle on her fatherâs side. Of Larissa at Nevermore with other students, or with family on school breaks.
The more photos the two of you flipped through, the more Larissa seemed to lose herself in thought. Finally, her mood unnerved you enough for you to utter a quiet, âwe donât have to do this, you know. If itâs upsetting you.â
Larissa shook her head, a soft smile on her face, though the crease between her brows was deep and pronounced. âIâm alright, darling⊠Iâd just forgotten this was here, thatâs all.â
You knew that wasnât all but, not wanting to pry, you kept your mouth shut. Instead, you leaned your head against Larissaâs shoulder and pushed the photo album off your lap, closing your eyes and letting Larissa process in silence - a silence that stretched so long that her next words startled you.
âI think youâd like my father.â
You raised your head in confusion, remembering what Larissa had told you about her parents. âWould I?â
That comment made Larissa chuckle. âYes, I think you would. I think heâd like you, too.â
âDo you still talk to him?â
âNot in a few years⊠the last time my parents called, I had a girlfriend over. My mother heard her speak in the background and it caused an argument. My father reached out the next day but I remembered that Iâm grown up and donât have to tolerate that sort of behavior anymore⊠I changed my phone number that same day.â
Not knowing what to say and knowing you were treading on unknown terrain, you nodded along, watching Larissaâs expression carefully as it shifted between remorse, annoyance, wistfulness, and humor. Larissa carried on after another momentâs silence.
âMaybe itâs time I called him...â The shapeshifterâs expression was resolute, and she shifted her gaze from her lap to your face, a soft smile playing on her lips when she saw your eyes widen at her conclusion. âI think heâd be pleased to know Iâve found you⊠and it would anger my dear mother greatly.â Larissaâs eyes danced with mirth and it made you smile.
âThereâs nothing I love more than pissing off homophobes,â you teased, drawing a laugh from deep within Larissaâs chest and making her pull you even closer to press her lips to your temple.
âThat can wait, darling⊠First, Iâd like you all to myself for a few daysâŠâ
~~~
As afternoon faded to evening, you moved from the bedroom to the kitchen, enjoying the blissful haze of each otherâs presence as you prepared dinner. With the long hospital stay behind you and the heavy conversation about Larissaâs family long forgotten, you laughed and bantered as you had in the weeks prior to the incident - there was no Morticia to bring you down, no Wednesday to distract you, no monster to keep you on your toes, not even roommates to interrupt you. Even work was on hold before Larissa could meet with the school board to discuss her return to work. It was just you and Larissa, in the quarters that you now shared, partaking in the simple, domestic act of cooking together - which meant that you were dutifully watching over the salmon in the pan to make sure it cooked evenly, while Larissa sat at the table with her legs crossed, nursing a glass of red wine and smiling fondly at you.
It reminded you so much of the first time that you cooked for Larissa, just after the RaveâN, when youâd desperately wanted to make up for that disastrous evening. How happy you were back then to simply cook for Larissa - and now, you were getting the chance again.
After dinner, you insisted Larissa join you in the living room to continue the evening listening to music. You lowered the tonearm onto the record, then turned to find Larissa watching you with a faint blush dusting her cheeks. The opening notes to âUnforgettableâ by Nat King Cole began to play, a song youâd come to associate with your girlfriend. You stepped towards the sofa and stopped in front of Larissa, placing your hands on her shoulders and lowering yourself slowly to straddle her lap. Her hands immediately found your waist, pulling you down and holding you in place, fingers flexing against you, savoring the feeling of holding you.
âSweet girl,â Larissa cooed with a soft, affectionate smile, running her hands from your hips to the tops of your thighs, then back again, seeming to marvel at being able to feel you beneath her palms again. You closed your eyes, resting your forehead against Larissaâs and humming the melody of the song.
âDarling?â Larissa asked softly, her warm breath tickling your face, and you pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, silently urging her to ask whatever she wanted to ask you. âYou said something about spending Christmas at the beach?â
You were taken aback by her question, your brow furrowing as you racked your brain to figure out what she was talking about.
âIn the hospital,â she clarified quickly, and suddenly you remembered having spoken to her about going away for Christmas while she was in the coma. You smiled, pleased that she had heard and remembered that, and nodded. âIs that something you were serious about?â
Your smile widened. âYeah, dead serious.â
âWell, perhaps we should look into flights thenâŠâ A smirk was slowly creeping onto Larissaâs face, and her hands slid from your waist to the swell of your ass, tugging you just an inch closer so that your front was completely flush with hers. You felt your grin would split your face in two and you eagerly bobbed your head âyesâ.
The prospect of spending the holidays with Larissa seemed almost too good to be true. Just over a week ago, you werenât entirely sure sheâd make it to Christmas at all, and now you were sitting on her lap, with her warm body fitted snugly against your own, making plans for the future. Happiness bloomed within you and you cupped Larissaâs cheeks, your eyes dancing between her own. Your lips mouthed the lyrics of the song playing, and her own lips curled into the most adoring of smiles in response.
That's why darling, it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too
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Fam out - Sophia Laforteza
Sophia Laforteza X ReaderÂ
Synopsis - Sophia loves when you're caring, serious, she LOOOVES ;)
Genre â Fluff, a little suggestive at the end?Â
a/n - Was I so excited to write this, for some reason??? I think I also kind of like domestic things, so... Â
I think it has a little bit of Yn!Oc in that, I mean, Yn is a little bit based on me and my personality <3
part 1 part 2
The theater was full, people quickly finding their seats, all excited by the movie. Yoonchae was happy to have someone she could share this experience with. The younger girl knew that as soon as she talked to Sophia she would agree to watch the movie instantly, but when Yn agreed to watch the movie with them, Yoonchae was more surprised than ever. Â
You've been dating Sophia for six months, Yoonchae has always liked you, despite having similar personalities, you two were very different, Yoonchae thinks the age difference does that. The younger girl knew that you had a somewhat peculiar taste for a 21-year-old girl. Â
Yoonchae liked to describe her personality as the "personality of a divorced father", she always said that Sophia's girlfriend liked rock, preferably older bands, wore band shirts, played guitar, loved horror and action movies, and had a vintage car (old) that seemed strangely comfortable to Yoonchae. She would say that you were quiet, a born observer. Yoonchae liked that, she found your personality cozy, even though other people found you scary. Â
Yoonchae thought Sophia was happy in her relationship, and boy, could she not be more right. Sophia loved every detail of Yn, she loved you was always attentive, as you always did everything to make everyone comfortable. Sophia noticed every single thing, how you always grabbed the highest things from the shelves when the Kats couldn't reach, and how you always pretended not to care about the "thank you" from the girls, responding only with a brief "Hm". Â
Sophia always noticed how you always left a bottle of water nearby at rehearsals you went to attend, or how you always applied the sidewalk rule when you went out for a walk, or how you always made sure Sophia had gotten home before starting the car and going home. Sophia has always noticed everything. Â
But sure, her favorite interactions were with Yoonchae, Sophia loves it when you do something for the younger girl, something about it warms your heart. So when you said yes when Yoonchae invited you to watch "inside out 2" your girlfriend was automatically jumping up and smiling silly. Â
Everything was cozy, the trip to the cinema in her vintage car â cof cof old cof cof â the smell of popcorn and even the feeling that the choice of seats was perfect, everything seemed extremely domestic to Sophia. Â
When the movie started you were super entertained, all the colors and captivating animations held your attention. As the movie played, you noticed that Yoonchae's drink had run out. Looking at the Filipino girl's cup and seeing a good amount of liquid, you decided to get a little more just for the younger girl. Â
"Hey, I'll be right back." You say, leaning in and giving Sophia a kiss on the head, leaving before she could say anything. Â
After buying the drink and some candy that you think the girls would like, you went back to your seat, trying to be discreet and not get in the way of people. Â
"Where have you gone?" Sophia asks as soon as you sit in the armchair. Â
"Buy some things."Â Â
You put the drink in Yoonchae's cup holder and hand her one of the candies you bought, knowing that it was her favorite. Â
"I bought this for you, you like those, right?" You ask, looking at Sophia, who now had heart eyes. Â
"Yes baby, thank you." The Filipino girl says before grabbing the back of your neck and giving you a kiss. Â
"Of course, I'm here for that." You say, focusing on the film again, not before intertwining your hand with Sophia's.Â
In the car, once again, Sophia felt that feeling, the cozy and domestic environment that she quickly learned to love. Yoonchae and you debated about the movie (More like Yoonchae talking and you agreeing and making comments here and there) while Sophia listened to everything in the passenger seat, scratching your head as you drove to the restaurant. Â
When you arrive at the restaurant you unconsciously pull the chair to Yoonchae, doing the same to Sophia and then taking the seat next to your girlfriend. The food came, and you ate it amidst silly conversations and jokes. One of the jokes making Yoonchae laugh and unintentionally hitting the glass of water next to her. Â
"Watch your clothes, Yoonchae." Sophia said as she picked up the glass that fell. Â
"Oh my god, I'm sorry." The younger girl says as she gets up from her chair so that the water doesn't get on her clothes. Â
"It's okay Yoonchae, it was just water. And the glass didn't break, I'm just going to ask the waiter to clean it, you can sit in my seat while I call the waiter, okay?"
Very interested in calling the waiter to clean up the mess on the table, you unfortunately missed the look that Sophia was giving you, but if someone who was around saw it, that person could tell that it was like a jaguar ready to attack her prey.Â
You threw yourself on the bed next to Sophia with a sigh, the day had been fun and you were ready to rest. After leaving Yoonchae at home with the Kats, Sophia insisted that she would sleep at your house, you didn't question it, after all she could stay the night whenever she wanted, no matter how different something seemed. Â
"Tired?" Â
"A little, but nothing out of the ordinary. Did you have fun?" you asked, crossing your hands under your head and looking at the black-haired girl. Â
"Yes, it was the best day," she said. "But it's about to get better."Â
Sophia mounted on your waist with a smile on her face, legs on either side of your body, taking you completely by surprise. Â
"With you everything always gets better."Â
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yes, they are Yoonchae's mothers... that's it :/
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"Everything Was Lost in an Instant đđ"
I am Shimaa, from Gaza, a 20-year-old Computer Science student. Life once carried many dreams and ambitions for me. I was preparing to build my future in the field of technology, dreaming of developing myself to serve my community. But in an instant, all of my dreams and hopes were destroyed as my home was completely demolished due to the war.
I lost everything. I now have nothing but the memories that the walls of our home once held, a place that used to be our refuge. Amid the rubble, years of hard work and perseverance vanished, and the dreams I had were wiped out. Yet, hope still remains in my heart, and I believe that life will give me another chance, despite the challenges.
I am now in need of your support to give me the opportunity to stand up once again, to continue my studies, and to rebuild what the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, will be a glimmer of light in the dark days I have gone through. I need your help to move forward in my education, to achieve my dreams, and to rebuild my life from scratch.
My faith in God, and then in all of you, is what keeps me holding on to hope. Thank you to everyone who can stand by my side during these difficult times.
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ဠđđđđđđđđđ áŠ
hi everyone, I come with a heavy heart today. this has been something that has been thought about multiple times now, but I have officially decided that it is time that I retire from enhablr. when I first came here, it was a fun and safe place I could escape to; however, the longer that I was here, the more toxic and not so fun it became. from everything that went down this past summer to all of the bullying to now with everyone at each other's necks because of the ai thing it's just not a place that I feel comfortable in anymore.
I love each and every one of my enha readers and moots that I have met and interacted with while I've been here. you guys have made this experience all the more bearable, but it is now my time to say goodbye.
my plans going forward are pretty simple, I don't plan on making an entirely new blog because that would be far too much work and would get exhausting trying to explain to everyone. I plan on changing my username and will be writing strictly for ateez now. I will be leaving my enha fics up because I know a lot of people enjoyed them, but going forward, I will NOT be writing for enha anymore. there might be a day that I come back, but for right now, this chapter has finally closed, and it is now to start a new one.
with all this being said, my whole page will undergo a full revamp. I will be deleting my enha perm. taglist, as well as any wips that I had posted. while I'm converting everything, my page might get a little messed up, so please bear with me. I won't change my username until I have everything else in place. then, when I do change my username, I will probably make another post.
thank you to EVERYONE who has tagged along in the journey with me. I appreciate you all so much. I hope that you all will continue to follow me on this journey, but if not, then I completely understand and wish you all the best. I love you all so much and will forever hold each and every one of you in my heart.
but for now, alvojake is signing off, and maybe one day we will meet again, until, then, farewell, and I hope you all do well now and in the future.
sincerely, - kayla (aka @/alvojake)
p.s. I will tag a few of my moots just so I know that they are aware. if anyone has any questions, please feel free to reach out. my inbox will still be open during this transition!!
tagging : @hollyoongs @yeonzzzn @enha-stars @addictedtohobi @ak4e7a @heeslomll @intromortal @dollyyun @kitten4sannie @simpjaes @minhosimthings @chlorinecake @naomiarai @ikeuverse @fakeuwus @fairyseungs
#. . . đđđđđđđđđ#this has been a long time coming I'm ngl#I have slowly drifted away from enha for a few months now#but this fandom has ruined my bond with them#people are just mean and spiteful#its sad but this is for my own peace#this has gotten so bad that I even dropped my Jake collecting#maybe one day I'll come back#but for now#this is the end of alvojake#it was fun while it lasted#and thank you for joining me#I love you all#mwah#<33333
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More thoughts and theories about our favorite Necromancer
My darlings, I have too many thoughts and my obsession is running wild. (How I missed you, hyperfocus). If you have read my last meta post about our Emmrich, here it is: First Meta Post
That is not a required read however. I am still wondering why anyone is reading my word vomit U_U
Anyway, I love reading other peoples theories, so please, send me yours. <3 And a lot of thanks and love for all you darlings who make this fandom such a beautiful and nice place. Especially to @jaal-ama-daravv - who makes the most beautiful videos, and writes such wonderful character studies.
Warning, from here on there will be spoilers as well as mentions of sex. If you don't want to read about any of that, do not read the rest.
Also pictures and way too many words. This is a ten page word document, save yourself while you can. I tend to go off on a tangent once I start writing. I am also well aware that not everyone will agree. This is just my personal read on Emmrich.
Now, after my first essay I have some more thoughts on Emmrich and Rook and specifically their intimate relationship.
Emmrich is such an interesting and baffling contradiction. On the one hand he is confident, self-assured, all manners and poise. He is smart, and he knows it. He has special gifts, and he knows it. He is confident without being proud. He likes to teach others without being arrogant. He still likes to learn about new things and is, as far as Iâve seen, never judgmental about different beliefs and ways of life. (Unless someone treats him with disdain or bully him)
He is a man who is confident speaking of his thoughts and feelings and fears. How he just casually drops his thanatophobia is just astonishing. He is honest and open-minded in the best ways.
And then there is the other side of him. The wet kitten side of him. As open and honest as he is about his emotions, when we get to the meat of it, to the scary bit, the real feely bit, he locks up completely. As long as it is surface level (or he can pretend its surface level), everything is up for discussion. But once we reach deeper and touch *love* he gets so scared and refuses to admit and commit to his feelings. And as much *death* scares him, love scares him more.
So how does that influence his intimate relationship with Rook?
According to the banter with Lace âeveryone knows about itâ. He was rather surprised by that.
That tells us two things:
They were trying to be sneaky or at least keep their private business private.
They failed, massively.
Add to that Laces comment about them moving rather fast (when, where? I would have loved to have seen that. Comments like that just give me the feeling that we should have had some more cutscenes after the dinner date, to show us those two besotted fools).
But back to them moving rather fast. I would guess that they both did a lot of gazing lovingly at each other, blushing, spacing out while watching their darling, stollen kisses in the hallway when they thought no one was watching, stuff like that. Just being to besotted fools.
But moving fast usually includes sex. Lots of needy, sweaty sex. The inability to keep their hands of each other.
That moves us to the question of the day â did they have sex before their coffin time?
Letâs look at what we know about Emmrich. Emmrich is no virgin. That man has experience. He had past lovers. But what he tells us at that sweet diner date â ânothing serious for years.â We know not much else besides his crush on a boy in his youth and his fling with the Orlesian Art Lady. He is not someone to kiss and tell and that is appreciated. That man has class, and we love him for it.
So - nothing SERIOUS for years. If he hadnât had ANY relationships in the past years, he would have said so. But what he says is that he did, in fact, have UNSERIOUS relationships in the last few years.
I would read that to be somewhere along the âfwb, lovers, affairs, paramours, companions, a fling, a little romanceâ line. Something not purely, but mainly physically driven. Someone you like and respect, you can go out and have a good time with, have lots of amazing sex with (b/c he is a living being and has his needs). Spending time with people he liked, was sexually attracted too, but nothing as serious as love. A physical relationship. A little thrill, some fluttering, but never that deep.
Not to say that those situationships would not have been romantic. He is (buried under all that resignation) a deeply romantic man. I am pretty sure he went on nice romantic dates with his previous paramours too. That this is something he just enjoys too much. Treating a companion with some quality time, not just in, but also out of the bedroom.
But after heâd given up on his dreams, he did not have any notion of those flings being more than a âenjoy the momentâ. There was never the expectation of deeper feelings, beyond friendship, attraction and/or respect. All those romantic gestures were nothing more than a little bit of âplay pretendâ. To give himself the illusion of true romance, just for a little time.
Take the fact that you can go a âeverything you do is creepy but I still flirt with you and I want you to throw me over that tombstoneâ and his comment on âthe attraction of the forbiddenâ? This is not a relationship born of mutual respect and deeper feelings but out of purely physical attraction. And he is OK with that.
I want to repeat â Emmrich is very much okay with a casual, sexual affair. He does not require love to have a relationship with someone.
And then think about that Johanna calls Rook specifically his âparamourâ. Which is a lover, especially an illicit one. This word was very specifically chosen by Johanna. For various reasons, I would think.
For one, I do believe that it is a dig at his dreams of the eternal flame. Itâs a dig at him, that Rook is not his love, but his paramour. A lover for a time. To be parted from soon enough. B/c that silly dream of his, as if it ever would become reality.
Second, I think it is a comment on the way his relationships often went, especially in the past years. Those unserious flings of his. Never to amount to anything substantial.
Did he try to have something serious in the past? Oh yes, for sure. But it never worked out. Then he gave up his dream and just let himself have a good time with people he found to be nice and attractive.
To pick up my point of self-sabotage from my last meta post â Iâve come to a point where I believe Emmrich is a kind of chaser. I know someone like that and itâs so fucking tragic.
Emmrich feels deeply and strongly. When he falls in love with someone itâs a lot of emotion. But at that point itâs all dream, want, wish. As soon as someone returns these feelings - those dreams, wants and wishes become reality. And reality is scary. In this wishful dream about the eternal flame, there is no fear. No fights. No loss. But that is not reality. As soon as it becomes reality, he gets scared. Before, his feelings were no threat, because you canât lose what you donât have. Once those feelings are returned, there is a clear possibility of losing, of being lost, of being left behind.
Emmrich is not a chaser because he enjoys the hunt. He is a chaser because being loved by someone is scary. So damn scary. So, he starts to pick fights and is looking for excuses. From being the chaser, he becomes the chased. He is hunted by his fears, and his fight or flight instincts go all flight.
After years of this cycle he gives up. Resigns himself to flings and little romances without even thinking of more. Or so he thinks. Dreams like that donât die, they just get buried.
And Iâd think that there was not many, even of those short term flings, lately. His life revolves around work and Manfred.
Now remember he comments on Rook âshowing unexpected interest in a new companionâ.
First of all â unexpected.
They are a daring adventurer. He thinks of himself clearly as the more boring one, compared to Rook. He never expected any of those flirts. But he is clearly flattered.
Second â companion.
That was such a weird way of saying âhey do you like me?â. This whole âcompanionâ thing does not scream âI have FEELZ for you/you have FEELZ for meâ but rather, âI think you might want to spend some quality time with meâ.
The possible answers - dashing good looks, kindness, his way of words.
He feels he is fortunate if Rook thinks him good looking. Hallo, Mr. Professor, sir⊠Have you looked in the mirror lately? Consider that he is meticulously grooming himself, takes his exercises daily in the morning. That man does not like himself aging. I think it is a reminder of how his pending death is a step closer every day. But it shows, to him, that his efforts of taking care of himself are not in vain. Or maybe it shows him that his age does not matter. Rook finds him attractive despite (or because) of his physical age.
Rooks comment on his very charming way of putting things makes him hope his years behind the lectern have proved useful. Hey *years* behind the lectern. Again, this is a way of saying his age is NOT a problem but a benefit.
If Rook remarks his kindness, he answers âyou humble meâ. Itâs the one answer that does not touch his age/experience/looks. Itâs a remark on an innate character trait he possesses. Kindness. His whole demeanor in this option shows he is actually touched. And maybe a bit baffled. He did not expect this, at all. Its like he sees his kindness not as an attractive trait. Which he should. He is nice without TM and its sexy as hell.
The next part is his statement âIf your attentions go beyond charming flattery⊠that would interest me, indeedâ. This reads to me not necessarily as âdo you have feelings for meâ but as âdo you just enjoy the flirting, or do you want to do more than flirting?â
And oh boy, does he want to do more than flirting. I want to repeat my earlier statement â this man has given up on love. But some little fling with an exiting young adventure who was constantly, awkwardly flirting with him? Hell, yeah.
(I want to remind you that we were able to have mutually enjoyed flirts with Dorian as fem!Inky. You can flirt with someone and still never want to fuck them. And you are also perfectly able to want more than flirting without having deeper feelings. Like sweet, dump Shepaloo said it so eloquently âLets bang, okay?â)
Again, I want to pick up a point of my last post, that this is all surface level thoughts. I do believe that their emotional attraction and depth of feelings go deeper, from the start. But how often does it take quite a bit of time to realize oneâs own feelings. Especially this wonderful, silly man whose modus operandi is running away.
Now, an interested Rook can answer in an open âlets see where this goesâ way. Mirroring his rather open idea of a little romance, a fling, some quality time. Something that does not have to end in an eternal flame, but a simple enjoyment and exploration of the moment.
Rook can also reply with a âI think they do.â â What Rook actually says is âI think they alreadyâŠâ
And conveniently Rooks answer here is cut short by our sweet boy Manfred. They get cut short, no matter what answer you choose, but in this specific case, I am convinced this was very much on purpose. What would the whole sentence have been?
âI think they already go way beyond flattery.â (?!?) Something along those lines. But that goes into danger zone. WAY into danger zone.
If Rook had finished that sentence, at that point in their budding romance? It would have been over before is all started. Too much, too soon. Too much for him, period.
Now we have the hard lock â their sweet romantic moment in the Memorial Gardens. And he is smitten. He fell hook, line, and sinker for his own play pretend. Just a little romance, but that man is falling, fast. (Not that he would admit that to himself).
A beautiful date, all arranged by Emmrich, to spend time with Rook. Because a couple should have a quite moment to get to know each other. I mean there were menu cards with gilded edges, ffs. And, oh yes, they were âlets dig into the feelingsâ, he said couple. He is falling, falling, falling fast. But it still hasnât hit him, how deep he has fallen for his darling Rook. Poor Emmrich.
Then a fight, where we really see the wet kitten side of him for the first time. A little wet, feral kitten, hissing at the hand thatâs trying to feed it.
Emmrich is lashing out for no good reason (or no good reason for anyone but himself). There is no real confidence there but a desperate act of pretending. An iron (slipping) grip, trying to control himself and the narrative. Shoulders squared, back straight, an arrogant stance, raised chin, turned half-away from Rook, and a condescending way of talking to Rook.
Like I said in my last post â he is working his way up to breaking up with them. And he tells himself itâs like ripping off a bandaid. Be strong and confident and say what you have to say, and they will see the wisdom of that.
Itâs only that, they donât. Because there IS NO wisdom in what he is doing right now. They donât take his bullshit but throw it back at him. They donât accept his mock excuses.
Look at him here, how he looks down ON them. I canât recall any other time he looks down on Rook, despite him being a tall king.
Especially the route where Rook throws it in his face that he DOES in fact love them. Speak what he canât even think.
âI canât⊠At myâŠâ
âI canât love you. At my ageâŠâ Why not? Does he not deserve love, just because he is a bit older? Itâs just heartbreaking how he views himself.
And again, he lashes out.
âI am perfectly serious.â So is Rook.
âOne of us has to pay attention to these things.â As if Rook is not paying attention. They got to the meat and bones of his problem in just a few seconds.
No matter what route you go here, the gist is the same. He is scared shitless, treats Rook like a child, and goes on how the is the only one thinking the important thoughts.
When Rook in reality way ahead of him. They thought about it and came to the conclusion that being with Emmrich is a really good idea.
Rook knew they were falling for someone older than them. (Even if that age difference is just a decade, with a mid-40s Rook.) They knew it, and still went with it. They are not a child who is too inexperienced and stupid to make decisions about their (love) life.
But now, here, at this moment? Emmrich treats them with disdain. Like a silly little person, who does not think things through. He holds himself above them. Physically and mentally. They are too young, he knows better.
And not once has he done that before. He always treated them as an equal. He follows them into the most dangerous situations ffs. He trusts them with his life in a fight against would-be gods.
All that fear and anger at himself that reaches a new high get redirected at Rook.
The next day they are off to Tearstone Island. That night must have been hell. For both of them. But its going to get much much worse.
In any case, Emmrich seems to have come to some conclusion or realization, because on that island? He apologizes.
They both did react very emotionally, but he came at Rook with superiority and, to a certain degree, dishonesty. All fueled by his fear. So that he is the one to take the first step and apologize to Rook instead of doubling down? An important step. As I said in my last post â he NEEDED to be called out. A sweet and nice counterargument would not have had the impact Rooks raw an honest emotion hat on him.
Emmrich âRook? Darling? I wanted to say-â
Rook âYeah, about that argumentâŠâ
Emmrich â(Sighs) Itâs no time to apologize, is it?â
And here we have the most heartbreaking line, in hindsight. âWeâll talk back home, Emmrich. I promise.â
(Narrator: but they would, in fact, not talk about it back home. Because someone would not go home.)
One fight and weeks of horror later, they find themselves in a private crypt and finally they do more than share a kiss.
Now - to the point I originally wanted to explore with this post â is this in fact their first time? (I am sorry, but my brain is a circle and nothing makes sense)
Letâs look at what evidence we have from the cut-scene.
Rook did not know he is an early riser.
That leaves two possibilities:
They never had sex up until that point.
They did have sex, but never spent the night together.
Now what does that mean?
This depends a lot on your personal Rook and how they feel about sex in general. If Rook wants to wait, or is not ready, he will absolutely accept and respect that.
But for the sake of this analysis lets go with the idea that Rook is not opposed to sex at an earlier date.
They never slept with each other
Why? He clearly was not opposed to casual relationships in the past. What would hold him back now? Especially if you recall Laces comment about them moving fast. Why not jump into the bedroom?
Now my first crack theory is that they get interrupted, like every time. (Rook interrupted The Dread Wolf, and now he cursed them to always be interrupted when they want to have some private time)
But now, in all seriousness, maybe itâs just that part of him DOES realize that this goes beyond a very unserious relationship. That they both have deeper feelings, that spark of something greater, something beautiful.
So, he holds back. He does not give his all. He is charming, he is flirty, he takes Rook on dates. But itâs all very technical. Very performative. Yes, he is a very romantic man, yes he enjoys those moments. But there is always a feeling of control.
Those moments when you see him let go a bit (that kiss beneath the eternal lovers, âI think, sometimes you indulge meâ), are so beautiful and you glimpse a bit of the man behind those walls.
He has a tell, you see. (I am telling you about it further down)
But generally, he feels very much in control of himself. And to lie with Rook? To go all the way? Too dangerous. Who knows what happens in that sweet moment after la petit mort? What secrets would his lips spill?
2. They slept together, but did not spent the night together.
They do have sex, but sleep alone in their own beds. Casual sex is fine, but to fall asleep in each otherâs arms? Too much. Too real. Sex okay, but sleepy post coitus cuddly? Woah, slow down your horses.
So, they have sex, preferably in Rooks bed. First, does he even have a bed? Second, itâs way easier to leave Rooks bed after the act, than throwing them out afterwards.
Oh, and how many reasons he has. Rook needs their uninterrupted sleep; they are stressed and must have proper rest. He wants to get some reading done before he retires. He needs to look after Manfred.
Oh, he is a bad liar, for sure. He is lying more to himself than to Rook. I would think that (if this is the build up to their fight) Rook realizes that he is giving poor excuses.
And the sex itself? A technical 10/10. He knows his anatomy, after all. But his heart is not really in it. He canât allow himself to. He holds back, keeps a tight lid on his emotions. They both are well spent afterwards, but like so much else, itâs performative. Technically very well executed, but rarely do you see HIM, the real him, behind all that performance. Whenever something slips through, he reels back and closes up.
And then we are in that crypt. Rook was gone for weeks. The last thing they said that night before were words of anger. Rook called him out on his feelings and from that point on there was no possible way of lying to himself anymore. Those feelings were there. They were real. Rooks feelings were real. And those weeks spent in desperation, trying to  get them back? Those walls came crashing down.
His true face, when all the walls are gone? You see that face when Rook leads him to the coffin. There is no pretense anymore. No performance. Just him, and all his love for Rook. The amount of emotion the animation team packed into those short moments in the cutscene? Mindblowing. Who ever crafted that expression on his face? They are the GOAT. I watch this part of that scene on repeat, and it never gets old.
So, I told you about how he has a tell, yes? Okay, two actually, but we all know surprised pikachu Emmrich. In that last scene it is resolved in the most beautiful way.
He looks down, when something touches him deeply, when he goes into his feels.
A few (way to many) examples:
And the worst wet kitten look? After the fight, when Rook leaves.
Its a look of shame. Of hurt. This man is hurting so badly.
Now here at the end we have that moment when Rook leads him to the coffin. His face turns down, like before. But here he looks up at Rook. He does not turn his eyes away but looks directly at them. Ahhh my heart.
Now, think about the fact that ROOK is leading in that moment?
In those moments where Rook leads or startles him (or is simply annoying enough so that the truth slips out), you see the most emotion from him.
Rooks flirting startles him, and he has a pikachu face reaction every time.
Their first kiss? Rook leans against the monument, and leans up, telling him without words that NOW is the time for a kiss. How can he not go for a second kiss?
That moment when Rook calls Manfred âour sonâ? He very conveniently ignores the word âOURâ and goes in defense mode over the word âsonâ. But called out on his feelings for Manfred? How can he deny them? He has tears in his voice when he says how he would not exchange this moment for anything? A real, deep emotion.
In their fight Emmrich is again all technical, all performance, so logical (or what he sells himself as logic). But Rook wrestles that moment from him and takes lead, calls him out on his bullshit.
In the crypt Rook pulls him up into a kiss and then leads him to the coffin, guiding him, taking him with them.
Most of the other times he takes the lead, very much in control. But the most emotions you get from him, are those times Rooks leads, when he lets go of this tight control over himself, or he is startled in to a reaction. For all the age difference that is played up in their relationship, in the important moments Rook is the one who guides. And he follows where they lead.
Those little moans he makes? If they did have sex before, I bet he did not make those sounds then. Where they did have some incredible sex, now they are making love. Open, vulnerable. He gives in.
And then they fall asleep together. Skin to skin, arms and legs intertwined. Their hands caressing, no sound but that of their heartbeats and soft breaths. Pure and utter contentment. In that moment nothing exists but them. Can you imagine that moment he woke up? The amount of emotions he must have felt then? This need to speak those little words? Those huge little words. He does not say them, not yet. But he is almost ready. Â
Finally, they stand there, on the battlefield of Elgarânans madness. And he tells Rook. The last wall falls. Gives the most precious thing he can give to anyone.
âI love you.â
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Thankful ; Jimmy Darling x Reader
summary: đŠ It's Thanksgiving, and the troupe is enjoying a collaborative dinner. You're sat next to Jimmy Darling, who you've been flirting with on and off for the past week. After dinner, you discover that he's still hungry.
word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.9K! | food mention, mentions of arousal (both male and female), semi-established relationship, semi-public making out and cunnilingus.
a/n: requested by @american-horror-whore! I hope this was everything you wanted bby!! thanks for the request, I so so so missed writing for my boy. also happy early thanksgiving to my followers!! i'm super thankful for all of you guys! divider by @/strangergraphics
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Itâs Thanksgiving, and youâre feeling mighty thankful. That was for sure. You scoop the last bit of sweet potato casserole into your fork, smiling over at Eve as she recounts one of her favorite stories from days past. Youâd been a member of the show for a month now, but theyâd wasted no time in making you feel like youâd been there since the beginning. Youâd found a specific sort of camaraderie there, the kind that only comes from shared experiences and understood feelings. It must be similar to a sort of sorority or something.
Jazz drifts from the record player in the corner, serenading everyone with a relaxed romanticism. The wooden table is stuffed with dishes; almost everyone had pitched in to make something for the dinner. Youâd made the stuffing, and helped Ethel with the turkey. As a little extra decoration, youâd gathered some of the fall leaves and scattered them along the table, which paired nicely with the candles that Elsa had brought in from her tent. Everyone was in good spirits, but especially Jimmy Darling, who, like everyone, had been indulging in a little of his mamaâs hooch.
Heâs drunk, his complexion flushed and healthy. He keeps leaning into you, letting one of his large hands make a fist in your skirt, hiking it up and tugging it towards him. You scoot closer â as close as you can without being on his lap. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, but you canât help it; the butterflies that he gives you take control of your system the second heâs in the room. Â
âHey dollface,â Jimmy suddenly murmurs next to you. âPass the pie, would yaâ?âÂ
âOnly if you cut me a piece too, JimmyâŠâ
You donât wait for an answer before pushing yourself up off the bench just enough to reach the plate of pumpkin pie, carefully sliding your hand underneath the ceramic dish. Desiree had baked it along with the sweet potato casserole that afternoon and you were fairly certain that everyone had been eyeing it the entire dinner. The top of the pie was a perfect orange, glazed and delicious, while the crust was a delicious looking golden brown. To top it off, it was still warm.Â
You set the pie in the space between you, smiling politely at Jimmy as he got to work cutting out a slice with his fork. The first one goes to you with a bright, crooked smile; he was always such a thoughtful, handsome gentleman. Admittedly, that was part of the reason that you two had been courting each other for a week now, secretly meeting to kiss and explore each otherâs warm bodies in the dead of night. You werenât embarrassed of him, nor shy, but he was very aware of the rest of the troupeâs prying eyes, specifically Elsaâs and thought it better if for now, you two kept things quiet.  Â
Eveâs eyes flit to yours, a tender smile on her lips. You think she knows, but sheâs got enough sense not to say anything. You blink slowly and turn your attention back to Jimmy, who has his hand on your bare thigh now, fingering the silky hem of your nylons. Underneath the table, you toy with Jimmyâs ankle, rubbing your own against it and lifting the pant leg. He lets out a little moan through closed lips â inaudible to everyone but you â and squeezes the meat of your thigh. With a mean poker face, Jimmy takes a forkful of the pie and shoves it into his mouth. To everyone else, he just looks a little buzzed â which he is. But to you, he looks buzzed and horny; from the way those brown eyes are half-lidded and heavy to the way his jaw hangs slack every time he looks over you, scanning your body and kneading your thighs like dough. You pick up the tiny nuances of his arousal and gobble them up as quickly as you do the pie.Â
The rest of the dinner goes on with laughter and shared stories until Elsa announces that she must get her sleep. Ethel stands up to begin clearing the empty dishes. You get to your feet and help her, knowing full well that she intended to do it all herself.Â
Once you finish, you head out of the main tent, wiping your hands on the back of your dress. Everyoneâs dispersed. Jimmyâs gone â probably stumbled back to his trailer in a drunken food coma. You laugh to yourself and head back to your caravan.Â
Just as you pass his trailer, Jimmy emerges from the shadows, a flash of skin as his conjoined fingers wrap around your smaller wrist with ease. âNo, no⊠where do you think youâre goinâ, sweet face?â He tugs you back towards his trailer. âBaby, câmereâŠâÂ
His back hits the metal exterior of his caravan with a thud and he pulls you atop of him, wrapping both his arms around your lower back. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was coincidence. Whatever it was, had put your trailers next to each other the day youâd rolled in. That made it very easy for you two to canoodle whenever you wanted without attracting too much attention.Â
Hidden in between the two trailers, amongst the sound of rustling grasses and distant cars, you press your lips against his plush, pink ones and dive in. Kissing Jimmy is like licking the inside of a honey pot; itâs addicting, warm and the saccharine notes of his kisses coat your tongue. Every single time. You fall into the familiar rhythm of kissing him, grinding your hips back against his as he urges them into yours. Youâve been here before, many times in the last seven days, but it hasnât gotten old yet.Â
Your nimble fingers reach up, pulling the shirt buttons from their slits until you reach his belly button, and stop, too distracted with the way heâs kissing you to continue. âOh, Jimmy,â you say against his skin. The chill of the November air contrasts with the heat that rolls off his bare skin.
âIâm still hungry,â he growls into the curve of your ear, peppering feverish kisses along the nape of your neck. You canât help but chuckle softly as you lean your head to the side, amused that at a time like this, Jimmyâs thinking of food. With your hands planted firmly on his pectoral muscles that are exposed through his half-open shirt, you gently push him off and look into his coffee black eyes.Â
âWell, Jimmy, thereâs plenty of leftovers â you shouldâve eaten more! We can ââÂ
âNo, baby. Not that kind of hungry.â His hips punctuate his sentence as he drives them into the soft flesh of your upper thigh.Â
Feeling the rigid bulge against your thigh, your breath catches in your throat. You reach down and pull his head off of you, his lips still poised to kiss. You let out a giggle and move your hands down his neck.Â
âYours or mine?â You ask, flipping the collar of his shirt between your fingers.Â
âWeâre facing yours.âÂ
Bracing yourself against his trailer, you push yourself off of it, and grip the collar of his shirt like a leash on a dog, towing him in the direction of your quaint little caravan. You carefully walk up the steps and throw open the door, muttering a word of warning to not trip. He does anyway, too drunk and too horny to watch his feet.Â
As soon as youâre inside, Jimmyâs got his hands wrapped around your waist and he doesnât hesitate before lifting you up onto the small kitchen counter. Giving you room to sit, he pushes the tins of coffee and tea back against the wall. His hands slip underneath the fabric of your dress, ghosting along the curve of your ass and to the roundness of your thighs, his fingers leaving trails of heat everywhere they go.Â
âMmm, baby, you feel like youâve got a fever. Your bodyâs on fireâŠâÂ
You hum, adjusting your hips on the counter. âThere ainât a single person to blame for that besides you, JimmyâŠ.âÂ
He chuckles and lets his hands continue their journey, sweeping around to the front of your kneecaps, which he gently pulls apart. His inky hues connect with yours as he slowly lowers, getting to his knees in front of you. You watch him with quirked lips, indicating amusement, though your eyes are bleeding lust.Â
Jimmy takes your dress in his hands, lifting it up to expose your center. The satin of your panties is already stained with arousal. Itâs leaking into the fibers and creating a wet spot.
âHoooâ, baby⊠look at that.â His smile is proud, delighted that heâs responsible for it.Â
âI hope you saved room.â You tease.Â
âOh, honeyâŠâ Jimmy runs his thumb along the clothed slit, and you shiver. âI always have room for dessert.âÂ
His fingers hook around the elastic of your panties and yanks them down. He leaves your garter belt on, as it poses no nuisance to him. Now free of fabric, your cunt clenches visibly as he nears her. His lips part, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your slick folds. Your hand snaps to his shoulder, gripping it hard. âFuck, Jimmy⊠IâŠâÂ
Your hand moves to gather the dress of your skirt up, pinning it in place. The other hand finds a home in Jimmyâs soft, brown locks, pulling tight as his tongue laps at your cunt with a flat tongue. You mewl happily. What a sight; your nylon-covered legs over the shoulders of the most handsome man youâd ever met, his head buried between your thighs.Â
His tongue flexes, points, and flicks at your quickly swelling clit. You shudder and clamp your legs around his head, a full body reaction. âHuh⊠Jimmy⊠oh my god.âÂ
He kisses her again, his tongue stretching down to meet your leaking entrance. Now heâs the one vocalizing; youâre sweet, pink and wet and he canât help himself. Another kiss, but he closes his lips around your clit to suck on it gently.Â
He pulls away, just for a second to ask: âFeel good?âÂ
You nod hurriedly and tighten your grip in his hair, pulling his head back and forth onto your cunt. Your middle finger twirls around a single curl and you hum a string of expletives, forcing his tongue deeper into your folds.Â
âMm! â yeah! â baby! ââ Jimmy says in between your forced thrusts. Heâs not used to you taking control like that, but like hell heâs going to complain.Â
The white hot coil in your stomach winds tighter, creating an inexplicable pressure in your lower abdomen. Jimmyâs relentless, as if he knows this, and keeps at it. Not that you had any plans of loosening your grip on his locks. Mirroring your strength, Jimmyâs hands grip your thighs tight, pressing them open as far as theyâll go. You throw your head back and a deep moan escapes your lips, expelling some of the built up tension.Â
âFuck, fuck⊠Jimmy⊠right there⊠right thereâŠ.âÂ
Jimmy suckles your swollen clit, and brings one hand to your entrance, teasing an intrusion with the tips of his fingers. They breach it, just enough to make your whole body tense up, and the coil snaps. All at once, you buck your hips forward, forcing Jimmyâs digits inside your cunt, his nose bumping into the flesh above her. He feels every shuddering clench, and rides it out, lapping at her like an ice cream cone.Â
Once the slick pulses subside, he pulls back and brings his palm to his face, wiping his glistening chin. For a second, he admires it, tilting his hand back and forth, watching as the collected spit and arousal catches the light.Â
âMm-mm-mmm! Now thatâs something to be thankful for, baby.â
Through labored pants, you mutter a response. âOh, Iâll show you thankful, baby. Get on the bed.âÂ
#Jimmy Darling#Jimmy Darling x you#Jimmy Darling x reader#Jimmy Darling x y/n#AHS Freakshow#American Horror Story#American Horror Story Freakshow#myfics#requests#female reader#x reader
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A race for love p.15
Hii guyss, I hope you enjoy this part. If you've missed part 14 or the other parts you can find them on my masterlist :)
Formula 1 is all about speed, but in this story, the real race isn't just on the track. Read on to find out who will win the ultimate race-for your heart.
- Spa 2023 -
Race day in Spa has the paddock buzzing with energy, especially with a massive wave of Max fans taking over. The sea of orange flags and cheering crowds are electric, creating a wild atmosphere that only adds to the pressure and excitement in the air. You've been running around the McLaren motorhome all morning, lending a hand wherever it's needed, keeping track of the endless details that keep the day moving smoothly.
As the race unfolds, though, things don't go as planned for McLaren. Oscar struggles with the car and ends up finishing last, while Lando manages to place seventh but isn't particularly pleased with the result. The mood in the motorhome is a mix of disappointment and exhaustion. As the post-race interviews begin and everyone is occupied, you slip out of the motorhome and make your way to the F2 and F3 paddock, eager to catch up with friends before the day ends.
When you arrive, you see Franco chatting with some of his team, and a smile spreads across his face as soon as he notices you.
As you settle into Franco's embrace, the weight of the morning starts to slip away. His arms around you feel like the first bit of peace you've had all day.
"Alguien estĂĄ cansada," he murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips as he holds you close. "You've been running around all day, haven't you?"
(Someone is tired)
You nod, letting out a tired sigh. "It's been non-stop, honestly. And with the race going so badly, the McLaren motorhome is just... tense. No one knows what to say to each other."
Franco tightens his arms around you, resting his chin gently on your head. "Lo siento, mi amor," he says, his voice warm and soothing. "I get it. My race wasn't great either; we just didn't have the pace, and it's hard not to feel... a bit useless, you know?"
(I'm sorry, my love)
You look up at him, sympathy filling your gaze. "I know it's not what you wanted," you say softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair back from his forehead. "But I also know you did your best, and there'll be more races, better ones. I'm always here cheering for you, win or lose."
He gives you a small, grateful smile. "Gracias, hermosa. You know... it really helps, knowing you're here, even on days like this."
(Thanks, beautiful)
For a moment, you both stand there, wrapped in each other, blocking out the noise of the paddock. The world feels smaller, quieter, and safer. Franco lets out a soft sigh as he runs his hand soothingly along your back, his words gentle. "I don't think I've ever looked forward to seeing someone so much. TĂș me haces sentir mejor, just being here."
(You make me feel better)
The way he says it, his voice so tender and sincere, makes you smile. "You too, Franco," you reply, feeling the words settle warmly between you. "I didn't realize how much I needed thisâjust us, right here."
He kisses your forehead, pulling you even closer. "We'll take more moments like this, I promise. Nadie mĂĄs, sĂłlo tĂș y yo."
(No one else, just you and me)
You stay wrapped up in him, feeling a deep comfort you didn't realize you were missing. But after a few more quiet moments, you suddenly remember.
"Oh, I totally forgot," you say with a small laugh, pulling back slightly. "I need to return Ollie's sweatshirt."
Franco raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming. "Ah, el famoso Ollie," he teases, a hint of playful jealousy in his tone. "I'll come with you. I think I'd like to see his face when you give it back."
(Ah the famous, Ollie)
You laugh, linking your arm through his as you both head back towards the paddock, and Franco's lighthearted presence fills you with a renewed warmth.
As you and Franco finally spot Ollie, you call out, "Ollie!" He turns at the sound of your voice, a smile spreading across his faceâuntil he sees Franco by your side. The warmth in his expression fades slightly, but he quickly covers it up as you approach.
"Hey! I wanted to give this back," you say, holding out his sweatshirt with a grateful smile. "It saved me last night, so thanks for that."
Ollie takes the sweatshirt, his smile returning. "Anytime. Glad it came in handy." His gaze shifts briefly to Franco, then back to you. "We had a blast last nightâhopefully, we can do it again sometime."
Franco's arm slides casually around your shoulder, his thumb brushing gently against you. "Oh yeah, she told me all about it," he chimes in with a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Seems like you guys were having a lot of fun. Maybe next time, I'll join and see what's so entertaining."
The air between Franco and Ollie shifts, the tension barely noticeable to you, but an unspoken challenge passes between them as their gazes lock. Ollie's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, while Franco's smirk lingers, his stance relaxed but his eyes holding steady.
Just as you're about to notice the shift in their expressions, your dad's voice crackles from your phone, snapping you back to the moment. "Where are you? I'm ready to go."
"Oh! Gotta go." You quickly step forward, hugging Ollie tightly. "See you next race," you say, smiling warmly at him.
Then, turning to Franco, you squeeze his hand as he pulls you into a brief, soft hug. "Catch you soon, princesa," he murmurs, a hint of affection in his voice as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
With a wave, you dash toward the F1 paddock, the lingering looks between Ollie and Franco fading from your mind as you hurry to catch up with your dad.
After you leave, Franco turns back to Oliver, his expression hardening as he faces him with a smirk. "So, in case it wasn't clear," he says, a hint of triumph in his voice, "we're together now. Maybe if you'd been faster, things would've been different." He shrugs casually. "But I guess that's what separates the winners from the rest, no?"
Oliver's jaw clenches, the shock in his eyes quickly replaced by anger. "You think just because she trusts you, I should? I don't," he retorts, voice low and simmering. "Maybe she's let her guard down around you, but I haven't. And just because she's with you doesn't mean I'm going anywhere, especially when there are still questions unanswered. I haven't forgotten those messages. Can you say the same?"
Franco's smirk fades slightly, but he holds Oliver's gaze with steady confidence. "Keep thinking whatever you want," he replies, unfazed. "You're only here because she hasn't told you to back off yet. And maybe she never will, but you're not her priorityâI am." He leans in, dropping his voice. "So why don't you let her be happy, instead of clinging to something that's not happening?"
Oliver's hands ball into fists, but he keeps his voice calm. "As long as I have a reason to doubt you, I'm not going anywhere. Whatever's going on with those texts? Maybe she should be doubting you too."
Before Franco can respond, an engineer from his team calls him over, effectively ending the confrontation. He gives Oliver one last look, daring him to push back, before walking away.
Meanwhile, you're back at the McLaren motorhome, oblivious to the clash that just took place. You dive into your work, helping Lando's and Oscar's crews with post-race equipment checks and preparations before leaving. There's a hint of tension in the air, but you shrug it off, attributing it to the stress of the race day.
Tag list: @hs2016, @a-beaverhausen
#f1#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#formula 1#franco colapinto x you#franco colapinto fanfic#franco colapinto imagine#franco colapinto#franco colapinto x reader#oliver bearman x you#oliver bearman x reader#ollie bearman#oliver bearman
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Ribbit
In the aftermath of frogging out after the Lee and Mary Lee's wedding, Patton feels like he owes everyone an apology. Mostly because he does. But before that, he and Thomas still have some things to work out. Rated G - WC: 2728 - Written for @tsspromptmonth's Sleepy Bean Fanfic Café for the great @dndeceit.
It's okay, Patton. I know you'll do anything you can to make things right.
Patton blinked away the sight of 8-bit Thomas sprawled unconscious on the floor, Janus shielding him with his own body. He swallowed back a quiet ribbit and tried to smile. Thomas was shaken but standing. Unharmed.
Well, physically, at least. "Thanks for trusting me still, Kiddo. I'mâŠ" Unnaturally quiet, the room screamed with the Princely Side's absence and though he'd sought out the solace of his own room, Roman's pain remained, pulling at Patton's chest with icy claws. If anything, the privacy of his own room allowed him to let slip his hero's mask and his cries reached out to him through the Mindscape. "I'm gonna go check on Roman." And try to tell him how sorry he was.
He tugged the sleeves of his catigan, eyes darting automatically to the floor where Logan's spot was currently filled with Janus' carefully polished shoes. How was he ever going to apologize to Logan?
"Before you go..." Thomas' voice pulled him back and Patton looked up. Did he want him to stay? "I think I understand now what it means... Deceit being here as a part of me.
"Oh." Glancing at Janus, Patton fought to keep his smile. "Yeah?"
Janus' hurt crackled through the air, seizing Patton's heart. "Oh, yeah, that's coolâŠ" he muttered flippantly, adjusting his gloves. Despite the thick layer of sarcasm, Janus' pain stole his breath and the Protective Side avoided both his and Thomas' eyes. "Talk about me like I'm not here."
Thomas didn't seem to notice. "...It's not that I'm an evil liar or even a fractionally fiendish fibber. Everyone has a capacity for deceit, including me. And all that means is... I'm not perfect. Just like anyone else."
Patton nodded. "And those imperfections..." He started to reach him but the back of his hand was covered in bright green splotches and he yanked it back before Thomas could spot them. Janus, however, did. "Those imperfections don't make us any less worthy of love." Throat tight with panic, Patton managed to croak out, "Janus?"
He had to get out of there before he got worse.
"I'll take care of him," Janus murmured, tilting his face to show more of his scales. If anyone would understand, it was him.
Nodding his thanks, Patton sank out and stood in the Mindscape hallway. All the doors were closed, with only a thin light spilling up onto the floor from the stairwell nightlight. The gap under his own door was dark, its usual honeyed glow dimmed. He reached for the doorknob, the cold metal impossibly small in his grip. Patton flipped both hands over. The skin between his fingers had stretched up to his middle knuckles, thin and growing a near-transluscent green. He touched his door and it warmed against his skin, the light beneath growing, inviting him in to huddle under the covers with a mug of hot cocoa and his stuffies and just forget this awful day.
"Oh, Roman, thank god you don't have a mustache." Janus' pain sizzled, scalding Patton's skin and he took a half step back, nearly bumping into Thomas' blinds. "Otherwise, between you and Remus, I wouldn't know who the evil twin is." Patton didn't know where to look. When neither of them leapt to his defense, Roman's heart screamed for him, begging Morality to banish Deceit back to the shadows. But Thomas⊠Thomas shared Janus' hurt. He stared at Roman, shocked that his Princely Side would stoop so low as to insult another of his Side's name. Again. Roman's hurt turned to outrage. "Are you guys seriously going to take his side?" "N-No, Iâ" "Over me?" "Wh- he-" Patton drowned on Roman's tears. "Thomas... I thought I was your hero..." "Y-" His eyes flicked over to Janus. "You are!" The Protective Side had long ago given up hope of becoming Thomas' hero and even he couldn't hide how much that hurt. Not from Patton, at least. But this was no time for sarcasm and both he and Patton knew it. Eyes downcast, he nodded at Roman, confirming Thomas spoke no lies. "Huh." So ready to believe the worst from him, he couldn't hear Janus' honesty. "Wow. I can't believe this. Did you forget that he's evil?!â" 'If I'm evil, then so is ThomasâŠ'
Patton really needed check on him first. Tugging at his too-tight collar, he turned to Roman's room.
The ache in his chest deepened the closer he got to the gilded red door and he heard Roman's crying before he could even knock. "Ro? Kiddo? Can I come in?" Patton called through the door.
Virgil answered and stood in the doorway. Patton peered past him, just making out Roman's boots tossed haphazardly on the floor, the Princely Side curled on the bed, back to him. Frowning up at Patton, Virgil shook his head and wordlessly closed the door.
"Yeah, umâŠ" Patton said to the red lacquered wood. "Maybe later?" he added, hope cracking in his voice. Just in case Roman changed his mind, he stood shivering in the hall an unreasonably long time. Eventually, the Prince's tears quieted and the flickering glow of the television flitted under the door. Nodding, Patton stepped back. Virgil had him.
Logan's door stood a few steps away. Rubbing the back of his neck, he made his way over. The silver constellations carved and painted into the dark navy wood had lost a bit of their sheen but the splintered edges had recently begun to stitch themselves back together and the heavy pewter door knocker had been recently polished.
Hand outstretched to knock, Patton noticed the blooming green splotches all over the back of his hand and arms and he yanked his catigan from his shoulders. He squeezed into it, the material stretching to its limit to fit around his suddenly broader shoulders, thumbs tucked into their little holes the only thing keeping the sleeves from riding up and revealing his now completely green arms. He pulled the hood up, tugging at it to try to cover where his hair had dissolved into smooth green flesh.
It didn't quite fit, but it was better. Maybe. He hoped.
Patton knocked and the door quickly opened.
Remus glared up at him, one hand on the door, the other still clutching a roll of gauze. Neck half-bandaged, Logan sat on the edge of his bed. He turned away when he saw who was at the door.Â
"I thoughtâŠ" Patton stepped closer, reaching for Logan without thinking but Remus held his ground, jaw tight. Patton stepped back, fingers twisting together. "Sorry," he mumbled. "But I thought we couldn't be harmed by things with no real-world impact. I⊠Janus' crook isâŠ"
"A metaphor?" Logan finished from his spot on the bed. He still wouldn't look in Patton's direction.
"WellâŠ" Patton shrugged, his catigan growing tighter as Logan's room got just that much smaller. "Yeah."
Rolling his eyes, Remus returned to Logan's side. "Skipping Thomas' logical contributions happened in real-life, Daddy Frog Legs." He moved to reveal the bright red and blue bruising along Logan's jaw. "There's your impact."
"Oh," Patton whispered, stumbling backwards over too-large feet. He ended up in the hallway, once again facing Remus. He tugged his catigan hem down over his belly, hearing the stitches stretch and pop.
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Remus turned and closed the door. As it clicked shut, Patton's clothes grew, once again falling comfortably over his cartoonishly large frame. "Um, thank you," he called back and tucked both hands into the big front pocket, shivering in the empty hallway.
Moving further down the hall, Patton hurried past Lucas' room, the rusty orange paint cracked and peeling. The door rattled but he ignored it. He couldn't even hear it. Nope, couldn't hear anyâ
"Isn't denial my job, Morality?" Janus murmured from the top of the stairs.
Patton hopped in surprise and whipped around. Janus stood, relaxed, leaning with one elbow resting on the railing. A feigned casualness belied by eyes that never left his. "Shouldn't someone be with Thomas?" he asked, eyes swiveling to Roman and Logan's doors.
Janus nodded slowly. "Yes. He's asked for you. BesidesâŠ" Golden eyes darted over to Logan's door. "I have some apologies of my own to make."
"You mean for impersonating Logan again?"
Face a stiff mask, Janus waved his hand in a failed distraction from the guilt sizzling between them. "That, andâŠ"
The Sides' hurt from Janus' dig about the 'evil twin' clawed at Patton's throat. Roman's outrage. Janus' pained contrition. And, softer, but just as caustic, the sharp stab from Remus when he heard. By the time Patton caught his breath, Janus had already slipped into Logan's room, the lock clicking quietly into place. Alone again, Patton felt Thomas' call and he sank down, emerging in Thomas' bedroom.
Well, the hall just outside Thomas' bedroom. Door open wide, soft warm light spilled out into the hallway. Patton tapped the door frame. "Knock, knock," he asked more than said. "Can I come in, Tomathy?"
Wrapped in a plush flannel blanket, Thomas sat curled in the big armchair next to the window. A steaming mug of hot chocolate, a tall glass of fizzy water, and a Switch paused on the Splatoon loading screen crowded his nightstand. His phone was turned off and set on the charger, along with his watch. "Janus has really been taking good care of you, huh, Kiddo?"
Guilt washed over Thomas' features and he eyed his phone. He started to rise, the blanket falling to the floor. "I should turn it back on, shouldn't I? Quil was working on their portfolio and they might need help. I haven't heard from Joan in a while eitherâ"
Patton led him back to his seat and pressed the mug of hot chocolate into his hands. "No, Kiddo, no! That's not what I meant. It's⊠It's good." He pressed a smile onto his face and hid his green fingers back into his catigan pocket. "It's good he's taking care of youâthat you're taking care of you. I⊠I'm glad." Stepping back, he swallowed against the lump in his throat, lips pressed hard against the weird little clicking ribbit pushing up. "I'm glad he could take care of you when I couldn't. To⊠to protect you. Y'knowâŠ" His tongue felt too large for his mouth. "Protect you from me."
Thomas set down the mug and really looked up at him. His eyes fell over his hulking shoulders and the way his knees bounced even as he stood still. "Pat?" he asked and scooted over in his seat. "C'mere, buddy."
Eyeing the cozy spot next to him, Patton shook his head and perched on the side of Thomas' bed instead. He pretended he couldn't see the hurt in Thomas' big puppy dog eyes. Fingers curled under his palms, he folded his hands in his lap. "DeeâJanus said you asked for me," he said after a while.
Thomas nodded and folded his legs up in the chair, knees hugged close to his body. "Yeah, Pat⊠We⊠we should talk."
Lips pressed together, Patton nodded. When he noticed Thomas watching him, he painted on a bright grin. "Sure thing, Kiddo."
"Pat?" Thomas reached for his hand, smiling when Patton tentatively reached back and folded his sleeve-covered hand over his. "Pat, I think we're past pretending nothing happened back there."
Patton started to shrink back but Thomas held tight to his hand. "You⊠You're right." Mouthing opening and closing, faint wordless popping sounds the only noise he could make. Patton nodded again and sucked in a deep breath.
"Take your time, Buddy," Thomas finally said. "I'm not really sure where to start apologizing, either." He hung his head, shoulders hunched and tight as he avoided Patton's gaze.
Patton shifted, scrunching his socks with long, webbed toes. He drew in another shaky breath, watching Thomas do the same. Guilt churned in his guts and he let go of Thomas' hand to wrap both arms over his belly, hugging himself.
Thomas copied his action.
"Hey, KiddoâŠ" Patton began and Thomas' head jerked up, eyes wide. Scared.
"Yeah, Pat?"
"KiâThomas," Patton tried again, inhaling slowly, Virgil's voice counting their breaths echoing through his memory. "I'm feeling really guilty for what I did to you." He spoke as plainly as he could, Janus' cryptic nod and Romain's despairing sink out of the living room playing on a loop through his mind. "You don't need to feel guilty."
"It's kinda hard not to, Pat," Thomas shrugged, still not quite meeting his gaze. "You're at the core of a lot of my feelings, right?"
Nodding, Patton silently counted to four as he inhaled.
"I think it goes both ways for us."
Recalling all the nights he'd spent comforting Virgil or Thomas after a nightmareâor after a real-life disasterâPatton slowly nodded again. "Maybe it would help ifâŠ" Patton had no clue if his idea would even work or if it would just make Thomas feel even worse. Logan would know. Eyes flicking over to the corner spot next to Logan's bedroom spot in front of Thomas' framed degree, he shuddered. How many more times would Logan forgive him? How many more times would he need Logan to forgive him?
Sour guilt flooded his chest, rising up into a very clear, very loud "Riiiiibâbit!"
Thomas had curled into himself, eyes faraway. "Kiddo, let's try something different."
The hand that reached for him was a little less green than it had been when he'd first arrived at Thomas' door and he threaded their fingers together. With a gentle tug, he pulled Thomas up to his feet and wrapped both arms around him. After a long moment, Thomas hugged him back, face buried in the thick fleece catigan. He'd gotten closer to his regular size but still the top of Thomas' head barely grazed his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Thomas," he whispered, voice catching in his throat. "I'm sorry for everything."
"It's okay, Iâ" Muffled by his shoulder, Thomas' sob broke free and he gripped Patton tighter. "I just wantâI wantâŠ" Patton rubbed his back as he shook with another sob. "I want to make you proud."
Pushing down another awful ribbet, Patton whispered. "Oh, Kiddo, you do!"
Shaking with reliefâand exhaustionâThomas leaned against him and Patton stood tall, lips pressed tightly together. But then Thomas hugged him tighter and the words spilled out. "It's all I want, too."
To his own ears, Patton's voice burst out in a croak but Thomas didn't seem to mind. He only hugged him closer and nodded. "You do, Pat, all the time."
With that, the dam broke and his own tears rushed out, wetting Thomas' hair and his own arms and hands. His green splotches faded under each drop, and the guilt clawing up his throat softened, spilling out with his tears. Soon, both their tears had soaked through the catigan, turning the light grey a mottled charcoal. Patton pulled back, letting out a choked laugh when he realized he once again stood eye-to-eye with Thomas.
"Maybe I don't need this right now?" Swimming in the soggy fleece, Patton needed Thomas' help to disentangle himself. Working carefully, they peeled away the heavy fleece and gently laid it at the foot of the bed to dry. Back in short sleeves, Patton shivered, but not a speck of green was to be seen.
"C'mon, Pat." Thomas smiled and pulled him over to the arm chair before covering both of them with his blanket. "Let's warm up," he said, lifting his hot chocolate. A similar mug this one in bright green on a red saucer, sat behind it. "Hey, lookâ" Thomas passed him the steaming mug. "I think this one's for you."
Wordlessly accepting the cup, Patton marveled at the twins' colors, the buzz of their creative magic familiar and welcome against his fingers, comfortably warm in his hands. He peered into the cup, a smile tugging at his lips when the ripples in the cup briefly spelled out, Please sleep soon. Nodding his assent, he sniffed the steam. Rich and chocolatey, he picked up a bit of peppermint and vanilla. It smelled good. It smelled right.
"Cheers?" Thomas asked, raising his cup.
Smiling back at him, Patton clinked their cups together. "Cheers."
#sanders sides#the sleepy bean fanfic cafe#c!thomas#ts patton#patton sanders#ts janus#janus sanders#other sides briefly#ts roman#ts remus#ts logan#ts virgil#sanders sides fanfiction
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iâve been actively trying to avoid coming on here just cause it scares me a little now but you all are so so sweet and thank you for all your kindness. i also logged on and saw my girlfriend posted a bunch of sweet stuff and im crying i love that girl. anyways ill be around just probably not posting stuff for a bit until i feel a little better.
#not snz#thank you thank you to everyone who has reached out to me you have no idea how much it means#just please be kind to one another#ok i love you all and im so eternally grateful for all of you<333#especially my wonderful girlfriendđ„ș
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Hey everyone
I hope youâre all doing well!
Iâm sorry for dropping off suddenly, Iâve just been having a bit of a health wobble/not good few months.
I hope to get back and reply to you all soon!
#Iâm really sorry for taking so long to address this#to everyone who has reached out I have seen your messages and I just want you to know I appreciate them very much! T-T <3#thank you for being so patient with me đ«#pumpkinchat
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Not aiming this at anyone specifically, but Iâm genuinely so disappointed & annoyed at the fact no one in my real life circles bothered to reach out to me to check up on me regarding the recent Liam Payne/One Direction news.
#ignore if you want Iâm just gonna vent a minute#itâs been over 3 days now & almost nothing#They know I was/am a fan of at least 1d or could take a pretty good educated guess if nothing else#& yet not one person who knows me personally bothered to ask if I was alright#And honestly⊠Iâm not#Iâm fucking struggling#itâs just so complex n confusing & Iâm having a really hard time coming to terms with everything#I get it people are busy and have their own things going#& they probably donât think itâs a big deal losing Liam as it was just a silly little boyband to them#but to me n to everyone who was there for those years it feels so so strangely personal#like a longtime distant friend has just been ripped away so tragically#& not only the tragic death of a person but the death of your adolescence & all the innocence of that time#the end of an era that had so much joy n significance in your life#& I know itâs probably not easy to tell Iâm upset bc I keep my emotions pretty much exclusively to myself (thanks autism)#but honestly itâs just so invalidating and isolating to not have anyone to talk to#I already feel so completely alone in general bc no one ever checks in with me n stuff like this just solidifies that#I just donât think it would have been so difficult just to drop a quick message to say âhope youâre okayâ or âthinking of youâ at least#it would have made a difference#& I know this post isnât gonna matter to anyone but I just had to get my frustrations out somewhere bc itâs weighing on me a lot#anyway if you got to here thanks for your time n I hope youâre doing okay!!#feel free to reach out to me if you ever want/need to â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž#wow that was a lot#personal#Kirsty talks#my posts#my stuff#1d#Liam Payne#one direction
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Based on yugioh, can you draw Joey and Seto in a roleswap au please? I imagine Seto as a poor boy while Joey became wealthy and powerful. Like a teen idol or yakuza. What do you think?
Teen idol Jounouchi, the star of the family, versus the somewhat familiar guy who hungers for victory
This was super fun to do! thank you!
#i initally said it was just going to be a simple sketch but when i got to the background i realized i couldnt leave it at âsimpleâ anymore#it took me more time than what I anticipated but it was worth it in the end!#thank you for the request!#prachelley answers#prachelley draws#jounouchi katsuya#joey wheeler#seto kaiba#ygo#yugioh#ygo fanatt#yugioh fanart#yugioh duel monsters#ygo duel monsters#this actually caused me a severe brainrot. it sounds like such an interesting au. i have many thoughts that i may share sometime#y'know what. lemme elaborate a bit. because they make me have many thoughts#seto is not as traumatized as he was in the anime since he's poor and was never adopted and he has a brother to look after#and he feels like everyone looks down on him. he's the underdog who desperately tried to climb his way up. both for him and mokuba#while jounouchi has what his anime/manga version always wishes: the economical stability to be the pillar of the family and help his sister#and i see it as a way to keep in touch with his mom too. she never quite reached out to him in the original story#and i imagine that affected him a lot. made him feel worthless. not worth the effort or the care#but now he's a star! and his family is somewhat closer than ever. even if being an idol is tiring. or if it isn't all he wants for himself#ok ok. enough rambling.
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kindergala? more like: lou singlehandedly revives the kindergarten tumblr rp community part 2 electric boogaloo /lh /silly
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ïœĄïœ„:*:ïŸâ 001. Misc.#actually maybe this is the 3rd time if u count the months of hiatus we had before getting back to it with new blogs and then stopping again#â ( ă ăâ )ïŒż idk why ppl keep indulging my rp brainrot like this sometimes but tysm for keeping the streak going :'D#also genuinely tho thank you everyone for being so excited for the kindergala and making this so much more fun than it would've been alone#like!!! the energy and response to this event so far has been outstanding!!!!!! and i am so grateful fr!! :'''3#i love the designs everyone's been making. i love the plans for interactions. i love the art and writing. i love the designs from ppl who#aren't participating but want to design something fun and cool anyway!!! (ps that is 100% valid and completely in line with the spirit of#kindergala!! this is a creativity exercise event as well for sure!!!!)#i know that it would still be fun even if it was just me and very few of my friends. but it's gotten a lot bigger than i thought it would#and i am so so happy abt that and happy that you are all enjoying yourselves and interacting with each other within the community like this#there are some shy ppl i've noticed! but it really seems like ppl are less shy about interacting than the 1st time around!!#and if you are shy: pls remember plenty of other people are too. but they joined this event to interact with other kg fans just like you#and it would probably make them happy if you reached out!! just like you'd probably be happy to have someone reach out to you too#and if you're scared about not knowing who to interact with. my inbox and dms are always open. i give you express permission to interact :D#i'm over on my displacedbias blog!! :3#also if anyone is feeling negative about this or like things need some improvement during the event-- feel free to talk to me abt feedback!#or if you just need to talk to someone in general. very much not a therapist but i will help to the best of my ability :')
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