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im not immune to peer pressure

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im not immune to peer pressure

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i have a branch of my modern verse where amelia owns a flower shop (for funsies) but idk if i should make that it's own verse or just leave it in the mess of 43857 different things that amelia does in her moden verse

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*settles here and opens my drafts* it is time

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#can and will steal both your man and your girl

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girls will "🥺🥺🥺🥺" their way out of everything

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brain is much too tired for any coherent writing tonight. but hopefully tomorrow if not friday and this weekend for sure. i've missed being around and doing stuff, so prepare for me to be a menace

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SHE WORE KINDNESS LIKE ARMOR     --    「   endless edits of amelia.  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mutuals & partners may reblog / personals do not interact.   」

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𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 &̲ 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 writing blog for 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, based on 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 comics with show influences & heavily headcanon-based. with strong 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼 & 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 influences featuring other themes such as man vs the world, survival, & finding oneself. explored by venus ⁽ she/her & 30+ ⁾. basic rp rules apply. i will not follow anyone under 21+.

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idk what marzell did but he probably deserved it

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distant screaming

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THEY ARE GIVING ME COUSIN CONTENT!! IM SCREAMING

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EVERYONE SHUT UP THE FULL GIRLFRIEND TRAILER JUST DROPPED

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THAT GIRL WILL ASTONISH US ALL. DO NOT LET THE FACT SHE IS SO QUIET FOOL YOU: SHE HAS POWERFUL PASSIONS WITHIN HER.

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   It was certainly not where she thought she would end up, if she was being perfectly honest with herself. She had expected to return home when Fragile had asked her to join them on the Magellan. Granted connecting all of Australia became part of a later pitch to her. And the longer time went on, the more unsure of that first assumption she became.

   Her staying had been a long time coming. Almost from the start there were a good number of people who wanted her to stay, which wasn’t surprising. She was good at her work, the best even depending on who you talked to. She was incentivized with all sorts of things–she could settle anywhere she wished, her family of course could join her in a similar situation she had at home, etc. etc. etc.

   At first, she hadn’t been so sure. She was rather partial to her home and the memories that it held. Not to mention it seemed like a mighty big ask to ask her family to uproot themselves too just for her. Her mother and Roman and Marzell were easier to ask, but everyone else? And she couldn’t bear the idea of living literally half a world away from them. Surprisingly it took far less convincing than it was taking Amelia, to get them to agree. In fact it was a little surprising just how well took to the idea, and how quickly they all but took over getting the ball rolling for her.

   She had unofficially agreed to staying awhile ago, but wanted to wait until the job of connecting the continent was all said and done before anything was made official.

   Then there was Sam. Her Sam. There had been a whisper of something before all this, a maybe of something deeper. But they never got a chance to see if it might, as he then up and vanished. While Amelia hadn’t known where he had gone, she had known his reasons, having sent word to her, and she understood. While she had hoped she might see him again, she knew in reality she might not.

   The universe however seemed to have different plans. Unlike with America, where she wasn’t exactly sure when he would show up, she was closer for this journey. A sort of forced proximity. And that whisper of a maybe was given the chance to blossom into something else, something she had been reluctant to call anything more than that.

   It had been a month since, since they had gone to the beach, and Sam had fought Higgs, returning with Lou. It was still all a little overwhelming when she thought about it all for too long.

   Amelia wasn’t sure what Sam’s plans were. Though where she was, it didn’t take long before he would end up there too. Finally she asked him point blank if he would like to stay with her. Much to her delight, he agreed, which seemed to finally solidify their partnership, moving them to something almost more tangible.

   He continued to be the one thing she had always known him as, a porter. She knew how important the work was for him, that he continue to do it. The idea of asking him to stop hadn’t crossed her mind, it was who he was and who he always would be. The only real request she made was that he come home to her when the job was done. Anything else could come later.

   Of course Tomorrow Louise was welcome to join them too, as Amelia had plenty of space. She too accepted and seemed pleased about it, and just like Sam, she was welcome to come and go as she pleased.

   Rainbow Valley was where Amelia had decided to settle, it had taken a week or so for all of her things to be moved, and she was able to properly move into her shelter, so she was still unpacking. She was also reunited with her beloved dogs, who were absolutely ecstatic to see her. While she was sure he wouldn’t have minded one way or another, but this was to be their home, she wanted to feel like both their space, not just hers.

    He had never seemed like the sentimental sort of person, and she didn’t expect that to change anytime soon, still she set aside places for him to fill with whatever he wanted, or to leave empty if he wanted to do that too. At the very least, he amused her the few times she had asked for his opinion on certain things, yet she remained careful not to bombard him about it.

   Still in the process of unpacking, books were scattered out around her as she organized them. Their security system let her know he was home before he came down the stairs. While he didn’t need to announce he was there, she liked the fact he did. Chuckling to herself at his comment of needing a shower, she rose to her feet to greet him.

   “Welcome home.” Being mindful of the fact that he was still a little hesitant when it came to touch, she didn’t over do it when it came to affection. Though she couldn’t resist at the very least stealing a soft kiss. “Are you hungry?” she asked, making a move to the small kitchen, “I can get something started for you while you shower?”

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❝ YOU DONE FOR THE DAY SAM? ❞ olivia westbury asked as the porter turned away from the terminal, he paused hearing the additional question. already he was wondering if he had forgotten something but the look in her eyes were different, at least that was what he thought, chiralgrams weren't exactly reliable. he must have made a look when her own expression shifted and she smiled more.

❝ if it isn't too out of line, would you like to join me for a drink? ❞ she looked hopeful, much to sam's regret, though he had appreciation for people who were forward rather than beating around the bush. it was clear this was not an official request, but a more personal one.

while sam's time connecting america had changed him, his time here in australia was entirely different. the work remained the same, if not a bit more easier this go around but the people were different. hopeful. determined. fierce. something sam had learned was something he had a hand in giving them, either it be directly or indirectly. despite the pain and agony of his life, this was a highlight of it all for sure.

with some effort, sam appeared apologetic, even thoughtful. something he would say was the result of his friend's hard work in keeping him together in one piece. ❝ i am afraid i can't. i promised someone i'd be home at a decent hour. ❞ the insinuation was there as well as the look of recognition upon olivia's face. much to his relief she didn't appear upset, more disappointed. she kept the smile on her face but its brightness dimmed. he hated it.

❝ i understand, ❞ she paused before nodding slowly, ❝ i'll see you around sam. ❞ he gave her a similar nod before turning back to his bike, hopefully the ride to rainbow valley wasn't too bad. at least the road should be there.

it's only been about a month since they returned from the beach, since he fought higgs and saved tomorrow. no - louise. his louise. lou. the thought made him smile to himself as he started his bike and sped out of the distro center. the sun was waning but he had plenty of time to head towards the road, the air was warm but growing crisper. his thoughts shifted towards another person in his life; amelia lockridge.

something, until now, he hadn't had the courage to call anything else but a thing. it was a process of course. figuring out what they were to each other. that was until she asked him to stay with her here only but a week ago that he finally acknowledged her as a partner. his partner.

though there were far more moments than he'd like to admit where he viewed himself as damaged goods. his relationships and connections were all broken when he first met amelia. his faith in the living even less so. but later he would see there was something more to it, how else would he be so keen on connecting people to the chiral network. now he had people who could help him, be there for him, a fact he hadn't quite come to terms just yet.

much to sam's relief the timefall let up as soon as his tires hit the road. the landscape crisp from the afternoon downpour and fresh, one of his favorites. a few porters who were walking along the path waved at him, and he couldn't help but give a little smirk. despite everything now, he was still doing the same old work. right along with them.

rainbow valley was where amelia had chosen to settle, at least for now. with the valley growing, more people were needed to tend to the terraforming and wildlife preservation. something he remembered she was keen towards when they first met. the greenery had expanded far into where the desert used to be and truthfully it was quite beautiful. his bike moved easily from road to dirt as he slowed down nearing the shelters. there were indeed more being built, but one amelia had chosen was a little higher than the others and a bit further away. he rolled to the side and parked his bike under the timefall shelter.

❝ hey its me. ❞ sam announced as he descended the stairs, a habit he had formed for safety reasons, even though their shelter had security systems, it just felt right. ❝ god i need a shower. ❞ he said more to himself than to anyone else, he undid his backpack and set it where he normally would.

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SHE WORE KINDNESS LIKE ARMOR     --    「   endless edits of amelia.  *ੈ✩‧₊˚ mutuals & partners may reblog / personals do not interact.   」

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what flower used in victorian flower language are you?

dandelion - "I would not have you otherwise": You are the mom friend, your bag is full of everything for any possible situation every time you leave your house. Your friends know they can talk to you and that you will accept them and love them for who they are, not some idea of how you think they should be. You have amazing taste in food and are constantly baking things and gifting them to others. At some point, you tried some style of journaling, and it’s about a 50/50 chance that you kept up with it. Your ideal home smells of comfort foods and has tons of windows so that it’s always filled with natural light. Everyone you care about gets a key to your door and blanket permission to stop by anytime. Part of the reason you care so much for others is because you think you’re broken and are trying to make up for it. You are not broken, and you are not whole. You are a person, and people are messy and complicated. There’s no need to chase after a redemption arc, you are trying so hard and that’s all that matters. Take some of the grace you offer to others and apply it to yourself.