#and in red ink it said 'everything's going to be ok'

[seeminglydark]

Hey um, so this is actually my first time typing anything on tumblr, partially because I only got it a couple months ago (something something healing my inner child because I only managed to secretly log into Webtoons during my younger years) and I am also a chronic lurker. Alas, it is the night hours and this, combined with listening to the first episode of Mil-Liminal has moved me to emerge, if only for a moment.

Sorry, this is strange. I am typing to someone I do not know who has written so much that is so close to my heart. Something about the first episode just really hit. Maybe it’s cause of how I can relate. Maybe it’s cause listening to it felt a little too real as if maybe you or someone you knew could relate. The thought makes me really sad but also less alone. Is that messed up?

Regardless, thank you so much for everything you make. Every success you have makes me really happy, and seeing you expand over the years to now being able to hear “Caro’s” voice after imagining it for so long- just awesome. Now if I may impose my nagging that I give to my friends upon you, please take care of yourself, make space and recognize the inherent worth you have, know that rest is necessary and you do not need to earn it, and thank you for everything you have done for the community and for all the dark times of my life you have lighted.

Hey, Hi. Even as a person who literally writes for a living, I'm always at a loss for words. Thank you. Thank you for summoning courage and coming out of the shadows for a second to send me this message. I want you to know it moved me to tears (don't worry, crying's healthy.) It's not messed up to feel less alone by listening to my stories, because you're right. Almost everything I write, I have experienced in some kinda way. That includes breaking free from control, running away, and living in my car and suddenly not knowing who the hell I even was (not from my parents though, as in Caro's case.) My writing is and has always been a way to process and express my own grief, healing, yearning, and wishing, identity, and sexuality. The fact that it can hit other people who might be going through or went through similar things actually makes it even more worth while to me. And you don't need to be sad for the things I've gone through, because it brought me here. Almost middle-aged, the bad times feel like an old nightmare I can barely remember, Breathing, Heart beating, ALIVE and with stories to tell, and if I'm lucky, some hope to share. Cuz there is hope, and don't you forget that.

Thank you again, from the very bottom of my heart. This whole message is really so special to me in the deepest most profound way possible. I want to reply to the last paragraph with something great to say, you know what I mean? Words are hard though. So instead I'll thank you again, and I'll ask that you have that same grace for yourself too, and leave you with a little drawing of a kid figuring out their life, even though they feel really lost right now, the wonderful thing about Caro's story is that we already know it's going to be ok one day. -RJ

#asks #or maybe letters #thank you so much #one time i was floundering in my life #and i was walking through the streets of seattle and everything felt bad broken and out of reach #and on a telephone pole on the corner of phinney i saw a yellow post it note #and in red ink it said 'everything's going to be ok' #and thats so corny but i took a picture and i look at it from time to time #i hope my stories and my art can be that for someone else #ok i probably wrote too much in the tags #anyway #much love

[holdinbacksecrets]

uninhibited (and drunk) voicemails from seventeen

forever sending gratitude and love to j @un-love for helping assign these

seungcheol: “i watched you tonight with another man. he held your hand and kissed your forehead. he drank your tea first to check the temperature. he made you laugh. for real. i know because you covered your mouth, still feeling insecure about how far it opens when the reaction can’t be avoided—when the something said was so funny it surprised you. you’re wearing red. your arms were exposed for a while, and i felt my eyes prick with tears at the sight of more tattoos on your skin. ones i didn’t know about. maybe ones you mentioned when they were still just possibilities in your head. not once did i think i wouldn’t see them actualized. not once did i imagine another man’s fingers brushing the ink through the motion of draping his jacket around your shoulders.”

jeonghan: “i’m at home and alone, and it’s wrong to call you. it’s so unfair to call you. i didn’t know how to tell you that the wanting is scary. that the way we love each other is impossible—not for a second do i believe it’s possible to have again, and i’m fucking afraid, probably because i know how much you’ve grown. the thought of letting you down leaves a sour taste, and i’m trying not to be so fucking afraid.”

joshua: “i’m sobering up now, sitting on my mom’s back porch. earlier, i was trying to describe the color of your hair. the best i could come up with was blue frosting like the cupcakes she made for my 10th birthday party. isn’t that outrageous? embarrassing? in my head was a poem, but the alcohol released the silliest set of words i could’ve possibly used to describe a part of you.”

jun: “everything is weird. everyone is strange to me today except for you. i’m drunk. i lost my shoes at some point in the night i think. i can’t recognize anyone around me. their voices don’t sound familiar. i wish you were here. i wish you’d tell me this is miserable for you too; it’s not worth it anymore. would you tell me the truth if i asked? sorry. what a stupid question. i don’t know anyone more honest.”

soonyoung: “i should’ve watched you all day more often. i dream about that. i wanted to, but something always had my attention or interrupted its focus on you. i’m laying here with my eyes closed, imagining all the moments i did watch and wondering if every single one pieced together could consume an entire day.”

wonwoo: “is it ok that i still have your spare key? i’d like to believe it’s something you’d ask to get back, but i wonder if that call isn’t worth making. if the idea of seeing me makes you anxious. but you trust me. out of everyone to still have access to your home, it’s ok that it’s me. i feel sad thinking about it.”

jihoon: “you baked cookies. i froze half of them. there’s one left, and i’m debating whether or not to eat it today. it’s freezing outside, and any view through my window is ruined by the snow. it feels like the perfect night for a cookie with what’s left of my second americano like i can risk losing sleep, but what will be left from you if i give in? everything else feels lifeless—it’s been so long since you’ve touch the clothes and read the books.”

seokmin: “i’m going to a wedding tomorrow. your old neighbor is getting married, and i thought about so many things when he sent me the invitation. i thought he was in love with you for the longest time. remember that? it took me months to admit. then he told me he’s just protective, and i realized there are so many people who see us and care without us ever knowing. so i wondered about a what if between us… what if our paths crossing was shallow and they never intertwined? what if you were just a woman in the grocery store who i’d see once in a while if the timing was right? how long would i think about you before forgetting your face, before forgetting i ever saw you? unless i never would and end up talking about you in my old age to adult children who only know i loved their mother.”

mingyu: “is it ok to call you in the middle of the night? you told me i could. years have passed since that conversation. *laughs* is it strange to think about us back then? how we started on a park bench, basically dated for two years on a park bench. i still think about how your approach to reach me gave away your feelings. you started poised, avoiding eye contact. then it became goofy looks and confident strides before calling my name and skipping to singing the song stuck in your head while you ran to me. i can’t help but wonder what would it look like now?”

minghao: “if you listen to this voicemail, can you tell me what you want? whatever comes to mind after hearing the question. from something small to something weird and the the thing you believe is better left unsaid as if i’d judge the answer, but i won’t. i have no reason to judge you. all i have is curiosity and love and hope for your every day, every want, every touch, every song you sing, every picture you hang, and every night spent barefoot on the balcony- i want to marry you.”

seungkwan: “there’s something on my mind. i’ve wanted to tell you all day. i thought about it at breakfast and started texting you before my manager called and interrupted. so here it is: i used to not understand how tired you’d be with me around. i thought i was boring you for the longest time until i visited my sisters. they exchanged a knowing smile before telling me you’re completely comfortable, that you feel safe enough to slip into the kind of vulnerability that only sleepiness and sleep allow, with your guard lowered, and your heart open. i appreciate how much of you i’ve seen, how deeply i know you—knew you… know you? hmm…”

hansol: “are you traveling? i hope you’re traveling. i know it’s something you promised to do at the start of your 26th year. where did you go? … are you taking lots of pictures? … how does the moon look? that’s your souvenir: the moon in the sky a thousand miles away from home. when you told me the moon thing, i realized i knew nothing about you, and i wanted to know everything.”

chan: “you were in the audience tonight? i didn’t… i wasn’t… thank you for coming. i mailed a ticket, but it was returned to sender. *clears throat* you’re the only person i couldn’t shake wanting to be there. do you know what i mean? people from our pasts we wish could still be present, especially for things they witnessed in early stages. i could shake off all the other absences… old friends, a mentor, but you… *sigh* no way.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen blurbs #seventeen drabbles #seventeen angst #seventeen fic #seungcheol scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #joshua scenarios #jun scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #jihoon scenarios #seokmin scenarios #mingyu scenarios #minghao scenarios #seungkwan scenarios #hansol scenarios #chan scenarios

[im-yn-suckers]

ink

pairing-bf niki x gf reader

warnings-kisses, lotssssss, both of yall are soft asf, reader is up at 11 and niki gets home from dance practice at that time, crying, mention of snot, cuddles, mention of s*gag* sch*gag* school.*gag* not proofread bc im lAzy, lmk what i missed

why are you up at 11 with your computer on right in front of you? because of your fucking professor. yes, yesterday you had to miss class because you overslept. like its not your fault that school starts at 6 and they give you homework that takes you hours to do. anyway, according to your friends, you had an essay due tomorrow so you only had one day to work on it.

your pens and pencils were scattered all over the table. your notebook was open and your notes were written messily due to you being extremely tired. sticky notes on the edge of your laptop and notes.

dry tears stained your face and left a pink tint. your lips and mouth were sore from having them scrunched. your eyes were puffy, and your nose with snot coming out of it. you reached for your tissue, and placed it in the trash next to you, after cleaning your nose.

a minimum of 1,000 words for your essay, 100 done. stress was going in through the front door, sadness through the back and exhaustion through the windows.

you looked up to the ceiling to prevent crying, almost there. you can do it, you know you can. so why are you telling yourself you cant. it was dark out and you could barely see. 100 words, 10 tear stained tissues, and one coffee later, you took a two minute break. not enough. tears ran down your face while typing, your hands cramping and at the very moment you let out a sob-

-"Y/N!!! im home and i have some sna- baby, whats wrong?"- even though he was tired at this hour, he was always energized to see your face. he dropped the bags of snacks and drinks on the floor and went to hug you.

he saw your laptops screen, tissues, notes, pens and tear stained pages and started to peck your scalp.

-"its ok, my love. you'll be ok, i'm here. nothings going to happen"- he reassured you, rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your forehead.

he closed your laptop notebook and pencil case, wiped your tears, and put it all in a pile to the side. he put the snacks and drinks on the table.

after a bit of eating, laughing and reassuring, you told him your essay was due tomorrow. he set your stuff up and told you to take deep breaths to calm down before starting again.

you had one paragraph left, you're almost there. you can do it. you set your hand on the table to look through your notes. niki grabbed a pen and your hand. he started to doodle some weird figures. little giggles escaping his lips. he switched the color to red, holding your hand down so you wont look

you wondered what he was doing. he smirked mischievously, put the pen back and laid his head on the table to avoid your eyes.

you looked at your hand and saw two stick figures in black ink. they were holding hands and had big smiles on their face. in red ink, there was a heart surrounded by 5 little ones. flowers in the background as well.

you looked over at niki who was looking at you. he blinked in awe and you finished your essay. you closed you laptop and put everything in your backpack. you walked over to your room while niki was getting ready to sleep.

you looked at your hand again and nik just stood at the door frame. you quickly finished getting ready and laid down. niki plopped himself on top of you playfully, filling your room with laughter.

-"i'm so proud of you baby. i love you"- he said, kissing your head

-"i know, i love you too"- he leaned forward and kissed you softly.

he held you close to him and kissed you passionately. he fell asleep after a few seconds and you looked at your hand once more. you kissed his nose and fell asleep on his arms

an: wow, its longer than usual. woohoo. slayyy fr. sunghoon drabble coming soon yall

#im-yn-suckers #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki #enhypen fanfiction #niki fanfic #enha niki #nishimura riki #nishimura niki x reader #niki x reader #niki ff #niki #ni ki #niki fluff #niki scenarios #niki x y/n #niki x you #nishimura niki #niki imagines #engene #enha

[writingforatwistedworld]

Ah, I hope this isn't annoying, but I couldn't resist! I just read the request for the self-aware au, for a player who is actually a god and I really LOVED the idea!!! So if it's not too much trouble, could I ask for the exact same idea only with Ruggie, Riddle and Ace?

By the way, I love your blog and your work, I love your creativity!! ❤️❤️❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsebility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, obsessiveness, murder, blood, beheading, violence, death

My works are not meant to be taken seriously. Neither am I telling you in what kind of religion you are supposed to believe in.

Riddle Rosehearts/Ace Trappola/Ruggie Bucchi-Player is a real god

God of law and order

Oho, so we are actively trying to make him loose his mind (mhm good plan good plan)

I mean, come on, the Queendom of roses is a place I would rank “third-most-not-so-fluffy-relationship-with-you” and he grew up in there so what did you expect?

Something normal? Ha! You are making me laugh

But here we are, croquette master with a hedgehog in his hand in person, almost dropping his needely friend

But how did he even find out? Well… Leona. Leona and a lot of ink (you catching my drift, right?)

Things were looking south and everything was just so…. so… unruly

Mhm I can see how a God of law and order popped a blood vessel in that kind of situation

And whilst you aren’t some kind of being creating bloodshed and war getting hit by a rule book and whatever kind of abilities you have has to hurt

Also it was giving away who you truly were

I mean, yay? Now you have an (somehow possible) even more obsessive follower…

And they all wonder why he suddenly became so religious

Even if you are a more “chill” kind of entity concerning your field of work (the market of Gods is always having too little workers) he is still like “Nope Trey. Imma go pray to ruler number 168” or something like that

Like I said, religious

But oh dear heavens (u get it heavens in like… ok I’ll stop) someone disrespects you or tries to take his seat as “most devoted follower of the month”

Uh… he was in the mood for a “realistic” demonstration of how the Queen of Hearts would deal with annoyances

Just tell him that you are proud… otherwise I’m not sure that even the hedgehogs would tolerate him and his… rather red behaviour

God of trickery

Hmm… this one is kinda tricky

You see, he is from the Queendom of Roses but at the same time he is not powerful enough to do that much damage… with magic at least

When Ace found out that you were everything but a ordinary student you two were in a rather unhappy situation

I mean, either you make that huge glass thingy behind Riddle trip and fall or you can eat rose bush which it was swinging around like crazy… pick your poison

Ace isn’t the fatest tool in the shed but when you, a magicless student, suddenly used something akin to magic he knew that something was up

And who would have known, maybe if it wasn’t for the bad parenting of Riddles mother you may have hidden this until the day you would go separate ways

But oh well, seems like fate decided it wanted him to be religious

I mean, a God of trickery, something like that is perfect for him!

Not to mention that you are way more approachable than some God of law and order because who would want to follow such a stiff deity? (Jokes on you Ace but Riddle...)

Despite him being on the “chill, man” side I can also see a huge spike in religiousness in his personality

I mean, come on, it’s now literally proven with his own two eyes that God (or Gods) at least exist

You know that meme “he don’t but-YES IT DOES!” that’s him

My man just turns feral when someone dares to take your prescious attention and time away from him

Literally a menace, and not the peaceful kind

Before you know it he is asking you if you can help him dig holes for a “garden project”

In the middle of the woods. Aha. Totally believable

Well, all I can say is that Trey will probably miss the kitchen knife... yeah I would buy a new one and never use the old one again...

You know... Maybe the cake looks a bit red if he were blind and never noticed anything.... It's a “garden project”, ok? Let the man raise his Gladiolus, Aconitum, Lycoris and Chrysanthemum

God of kindness and equality

So we feeding the carnivores today? Sounds like a plan. Not a good one but at least it is one

Ruggie has always been someone who needed to clench his teeth and do stuff other people wouldn't do simply to have his basic needs fulfilled

So imagine you standing there one day, opening up that you are in truth literally the things he had been craving all his life for

Mhm, I am just had he doesn't have rabies. You could have fooled me with how aggressive he becomes towards new people (and also your own little circle to be honest) after finding that out

Here we are, Leona is dealing with his stuff in an unhealthy way and someone needs to step up and bring him down to earth again

But imagine his surprise that you were actually the good of kindness after you slapped our local lion who may or may have not escaped from the Zoo next door back into reality (and out of his doom)

After he spends even more time with you it starts to make sense thought

Even though he is the closest person to Leona which could be used for someone's benefit people still tend to be at least wary of him because... well broken bones hurt, you know?

But here you are, holding out your hand to him, offering him your kindness and friendship

Though you could have said “marry me” because win his eyes that is exactly what you did

And who is he to say no to such an perfect being literally being from heaven (or whatever higher place)

He is scratching, biting, kicking and using all the dirty tricks in the book just to keep you alone, isolated and all for himself

Of course he won't do that in front of you, he isn't a monster! Such a pure and perfect being lime you doesn't need to witness such a thing!

If you thought that Diasomnia is already bad then I would say yes, he is only a teeny tiny bit better than them

Why? Oh well, he doesn't have the magical or physical strength to start a war

That doesn't mean he won't leave you alone

Oh no

You will spend somewhere the rest of the time he exists in a small in the middle of nowhere thinking that everyone despises you

He has a way with words (and sharp, suspiciously red teeth) you know?

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twst #twst x reader #twst riddle #twst ace #twst ruggie #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland riddle #twisted wonderland ace #twisted wonderland ruggie #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #yandere ace trappola #yandere ace x reader #yandere ace #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #yandere ruggie #ruggie x reader #yandere ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucci x reader

[watermelonsugacry]

been thinking a lot ab what h said during the mp press conference about wasted time and how that can feel regretful like “if we were braver, we wouldn’t have wasted so much time” etc. and it got me thinking about him and yn and if at this point in their relationship where they’re finally together and so happy and in love, if either of them have moments where they get a little emotional and think about how many years they wasted just kind of tip toeing around each other. i can picture in the moments where they’re extra grateful for one another one of them being like “fuck this is so amazing i can get to experience love like this/what a beautiful relationship we have it sucks we didn’t get to experience it earlier” (obviously i don’t think this is something they would dwell on! it’s in the past and they can’t go back and i def think they’re more focused on their future together and focused on what’s behind them, plus everything happens for a reason and the time “wasted” was important for their journey as a couple, but i think at some point this crosses one or both of their minds and they’d do a really great job at comforting one another 🥰)

ok but this actually made my eyes water ngl this is honestly so thoughtful

But you're absolutely right lovie. It's not something they like to dwell on a lot because they're too busy being love-sick idiots but it does come to mind every now and then.

...

Before the two leave Europe to go to the States for the rest of their tour, they spend their day off at his house in London. Harry spends a good half hour awake, not finding the strength within himself to untangle himself from his warm love as she continues to peacefully sleep deep in the crook of his neck. Already used to waking up so early, he decides to go down to the kitchen to make the two breakfast.

By the time he's whipped up a little something for the two of them, he looks over his shoulder to see her sleepily shuffle into the kitchen with only his shirt and a pair of cotton panties. After knuckling at her eyes, she automatically walks into his open arms and presses her cheek to his bare chest.

Harry's reminded of their time in Jamaica, the time when their journey from friends to more truly began. They were in a similar position, her snuggled up in his warm chest in the middle of the kitchen. Instead of imagining ducking his head down to press his lips against hers, he does it without a second thought as he mumbles a raspy, "G'morning, baby."

He watches with so much love in his heart as she moves around his kitchen with ease, opening cabinets and drawers with the confidence of knowing what's behind each one.

He thinks about how many years they both spent dancing around the idea of being with one another, depriving one another of the unexplainable warmth of happiness in their chests.

He knew that she was his endgame the first day he saw her at his battle of the bands competition. He knew that he wanted her in his life for the rest of his life at their XFactor audition when they were merely sixteen years old.

It almost knocks him out of his seat when he realizes that he hasn't loved anyone else since then. Twelve years of loving the woman sitting next to him, her knees to her chest as she scoops out a spoonful of honey and stirs it around in her tea. His shirt that she's wearing bunches up at her plushy hips, the red ink of his handwriting on her upper thigh barely peaks out. When she pops the spoon in her mouth, she gives him a playful raise of her eyebrows.

"Take a picture, Styles. It lasts longer," She sarcastically mumbles around her spoon as she goes about setting up her eggs on her toast.

And all he can do is rest his temple on his fist as his eyes bounce all around the features of her face with a fond smile.

"Yeh so beautiful," He hums. His chest gets all tingly when he sees her cheeks get the tiniest bit pink and at the way she slightly purses her lips to hold back a love-sick smile. He has to admit, it's a boost to his ego at the fact that he's the only one who can break her witty demeanor and get her blushing and flustered in the way she does with him--she doesn't even have to try.

YN reaches out to push his overgrown curls behind his ear and he takes the opportunity to keep her hand against his cheek, barely shifting his head to press a kiss to her palm. She shakes her head with a sigh.

"Oh merde, je suis tellement parti pour toi."

Oh shit, I'm so gone for you.

Harry isn't fully able to pick up what she said, but it puts a smile on his face regardless. From the number of years they threw away from their shitty communication skill, neither wanting to tell the other how they really felt, they both knew they never wanted to go back to that. And while their communication skills have gotten better since then, (practicing what they preach) YN confessed to her love that she sometimes still feels scared to tell him how she feels. She was never one for lovey-dovey talk type shit and he knew this more than anyone. So as a way to keep from taking steps backward, he suggested for her to tell him in another language.

While he can't understand her half the time, it still gets him feeling like a schoolboy.

So as they go about eating their breakfast, he can't stop all of the thoughts racing around his mind:

Does she still get butterflies in her stomach when he calls her lovie?

When he rubs his thumb on the corner of her mouth to wipe away the crumbs and she playfully nips his finger, does she feel the electricity tingling at his touch?

Does she know that when she reaches out to take a sip of his coffee mug, he'd do anything to give her the world?

The thoughts spinning around his head come to a stop when she's the one staring at him. Well, his lips more like, but what has him chuckling is how she focuses on them with a dramatic furrow of her eyebrows.

"What?" His shoulders bounce as he lets out a giggle, feeling the heat rush to his own cheeks.

"It's just," YN wiggles her finger vaguely around her mouth. "It looks like yeh got a little somethin' there. Don't worry, I got it." She pushes away his hand from his face, cupping his jaw before planting her lips on his.

As they share kisses mixed with giggles and obnoxious smiles, there's only one thing certain in both of their minds: there is no other way they would want to spend their mornings. And fortunately for them, they get to do this for the rest of their lives.

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[emsgwenstan]

Papers and ink

Larissa Weems x student reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of sh, blood, traumatic experiences?

Words: about 4K.

Idk what this is just came out, it is a lil bit heavy but very quick, a lot more details could have been said but I’ll leave that to ur imagination. I used ‘mum’ instead of ‘mom’ because one I’m Australian and two Larissa is English so… enjoy xx

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Sitting on your bed with your so called diary; the one you criticised other’s for having because it’s such a cliche for a teenage girl to have, you drew on todays page, no words wanting to form from your brain to paper. Your doodling was interrupted by a knock at the door, if it were your roommate she wouldn’t have knocked.

“Principal Weems.” You said, moving the book and pens to the side and asking her to sit. “Afternoon y/n, how are you darling?” She asked, tilting her head down trying to catch your gaze. “Well, I suppose, and you?” You wondered, meeting her gaze with a superficial smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’m fine, I wanted to check up on you.” She pressed. “Yes, a welfare check up on the poor depressed, sick, burden of a student, right?” You sighed, feeling a little guilty at your backhandedness. “That’s not funny y/n, I’m serious I need to know how you are, not as a care provider or principal, but as me, I need you to talk and confide your trust in me, you can’t shut down again, not after what happened last time.”

You dropped the sarcasm and caught onto her tone. Larissa was referring to a couple of months ago when she asked for students help with carrying some things to a classroom, but in the midst of moving a box, your jumper sleeve rode up and she saw the markings embellished in your skin, and the slivers of blood seeping through the material. Since than she makes it a routine thing to check on you every four days, as annoying as it is, you understand her worry and have come to enjoy her company.

“I’m fine, honestly.” You spoke through your teeth, pleading to what ever she would just leave it alone, you weren’t that lucky. “Show me.” She said. “What?” You were shocked, knowing exactly what the principal is talking about. “Your arms, I will believe you if you show me.” She calmly asked. “No.” You said avoiding her. “Than you are in fact not fine, sweetheart.” She said placing a hand on you knee.

After a while of silence you decide to lift off your hoodie all together, Larissa didn’t move a muscle, instead just waiting for where your going with this. You outstretched your arm and lay your palm face up in her lap. Larissa’s gaze went from the floor to your skin, blinking slowly almost as if it were painful to do so she was met with the familiar red raw lines that stared back at her in torment.

“When was the last time?” She asked, placing her fingertips round the raised wounds. “Night before last…. I’m sorry.” You whispered. “Don’t apologise, I understand. I cannot stop you but it’s disappointing darling, not that I’m disappointed in you, just how you have fallen to having the need to harm yourself.” Larissa’s voice broke and her eyes glazed over. “I’m still sorry though, I… I don’t want to hurt you.” You said with furrowed brows and a heavy bottom lip. “You aren’t y/n. I just wish I could take all of you pain away from you, but I will spend as long as it takes to make you feel better ok?” She curled her hand in yours and used the other to cup your cheek showing her sincerity.

You could see the internal debate with herself displayed on her face before she spoke. “I’d like to share something with you.” Larissa said stroking your cheekbone. “Ok…” You breathed. “when I was your age I shared the same illness, I was in a downward spiral for a very long time. I used to be someone that did everything for everyone and didn’t get a single thing in return, I had crushes and had enough courage to tell them and I was humiliated every time I was turned down. I tried my best in every aspect, academically and socially, every bit of my life and it never seemed to be enough, all parts just crumbled, at least that’s how it felt.” Her face contorted as she reminisced her dark past.

You placed your free hand on top of your already intertwined ones, trying to show your interest and support wanting her to continue. “So… I turned to harming myself.” Her words twisted in your stomach feeling the sense of dread set in, releasing how she must feel about you. Larissa readjusted the way she was sitting, removing her hand from your face to the hem of her dress, also revoking your grasp on her hand to shimmy up the fabric until it bunched around her hips and the tops of her thighs were displayed.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the faded lacerations that adorned her legs. Your mouth fell open as your gaze switched between the principles eyes and her legs. As if you couldn’t control your actions, fingers went curiously towards her scars, but snapping back to reality you slowed. “May I… can-“ you stuttered not exactly sure of what you want yourself. Larissa however, knew what you wanted, she hooked her fingers under yours and brought them to her old wounds.

The feeling of her healed but raised flesh was bewildering, tracing every line with astonishment, curiosity and admiration you didn’t know how to comprehend words. “It’s been a very long time, 26 years actually, but I won’t lie to you… I do have thoughts of doing it again, but I don’t because I have young ones like you I have to set an example for, but also because I don’t really need to either.” She admitted.

“So… how did you get better?” Your small voice hoping for a easy remedy. “I-.” She started before you cut her off by quickly searching your bed. Grabbing a pen you told her to continue. Regaining where she was up to with your question she began to speak again. “I had to let my self feel bad and try to help myself, find healthy coping mechanisms and get out more, socialise and do the things I enjoy instead of putting them off, anything to keep the voice in my head at bay, after a while it got easier, less feeling the need to hurt myself, more moving forward from the dark and into the lighter parts of life.”

You open the pen and with out asking started to draw little stars over her scars, Larissa knows you function and concentrate best whilst using your hands. “What made you do it in the first place? If that’s ok, you don’t need to answer.” You paused to look deep into her eyes showing your interest and wanting her to know your care. Larissa hesitated before speaking, it’s only now she comes to realise herself that this is the first time she’s ever told anyone about her history.

“It was a few days after the 1991 rave’n, my best friend was my roommate and also happened to be my first serious crush, I hadn’t mentioned I was interested in woman, partly due to the times, but because I thought I hinted it enough that she’d know, we told each other everything and were more like sisters than friends, so a couple of weeks before the night of the dance we were talking and I tried to ask her If she’d like to go with me, but she somehow assumed I wanted to go with the boy she liked. The whole situation spiraled out of control and I couldn’t find the strength to admit to her she was the one I wanted, things after that were strained to say the least, she switched rooms and hardly spoke to me, my parents at the time were quite forceful and invasive so I couldn’t turn to anyone, no family and no friends.” She took a long deep breath once she had finished her confession.

“I’m so sorry principal Weems, that must have been really tough, although I’ve had similar experiences to.” You said avoiding her gaze. “Would you like to talk to me about it?” Larissa questioned, hoping that her confession might have been an icebreaker too breech your own conflicts.

“A couple of months ago I finally admitted to myself that I liked girls… I mean i still like boys to but, I don’t know I just feel like because it’s such a common thing now, I don’t want to seem like I’m only saying it to fit in or try to be apart of something if that makes sense. I also understand the parents thing, probably more than most people you will meet, I’m a child of a divorced marriage as your aware and I’ve been manipulated and shaped since a young age, coming here is the only stability I have, I’m just grateful that I don’t have to go back and fourth between families and homes anymore, but also at the same time I feel more lonely than ever.” You spoke unabashedly, laying it out for her to understand, Larissa is your mother figure witch makes you feel safe enough to talk bout things you would dare tell anyone else, but because she’s not biologically a parent it gives you the notion that Larissa has no obligation to treat you like a small child but a daughter she’s never had.

Larissa stored the information amidst her heart as you spoke. “Have you told anyone else?” She asked. “No. Only one girl I had a crush on, but she turned me down and we haven’t spoken since.” You said with tears welling in your eyes, remembering the feelings attached to the time. Larissa was so touched at your openness to her she began to cry. “Oh sweetheart.” She tutted. “So am I the first person you’ve opened up to about this?” She asked shakily. You nodded in response. Larissa’s flood gates opened as she embraced you in the tightest hold of your life.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” You said in a delicate tone, sincerely sorry for making her emotional. “No darling girl, I just- I love you so much and I know that may be somewhat inappropriate, but it’s the truth.” Larissa spoke into your hair while stroking it. “You know, Your exactly the kind of mother I’ve always wanted.” You whispered. Larissa drew back and let out a watery chuckle as she tucked strands of hair behind your ears. “Than I shall do my best to be that person for you sweetheart.” You smiled and wrapped your arms back around her torso and buried your head in her chest.

A little while later, Larissa was still by your side, but propped up on her elbow with her shoeless feet tucked behind her laying on the bed listening to you explain some of you favourite things and how connected you are with art, she adores how passionate you are and how you find the underlying meaning behind the most simple of things like music, poetry, books and paintings. Larissa finds herself realising how similar you are to her and will never have a problem finding a topic to discuss.

Hours went by and she left before your roommate came home, telling you to have a wonderful rest of your night and she will catch up with you tomorrow before kissing your forehead and murmuring sweet dreams. You felt full of happiness after your heavy afternoon, you couldn’t help but decide to find every sharp thing you own and wander down to the large bins that were placed at the back of the academy, the second the things were disposed you took a deep breath and watched the sunset, knowing that you will never mark yourself again, a turning point, a new beginning you owe it to yourself and to Larissa.

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Two months had passed and it was spring break, being back at your houses with your family’s was exhausting, already after only three days things started to fall back into pattern with them, however you decided that this was it. No more suffering to survive in a place that should be a haven. No more pleasing the unpleaseable. You have a voice and used it, the world did feel like it was coming to and end but it was only the beginning of a next chapter.

Collecting your belongings that you really wanted, you packed and said goodbye for the last time, no hug no forced physical affection, nothing. Both of your parents were to offended to care about your decision, leaving you with no respect for the pair whatsoever. Nevermore was your home, and Larissa was your mother. With the last bit of money you had left, a one way ticket to the academy was bought, with a pit stop on the way.

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Arriving back at the empty school, your excitement mimicked the first time you drove through the iron gates two years ago, except now you know where you are and that this is the place you belong.

Making your way up the steps with three suitcases was a difficult task but with the determination of discarding them in your room and finding Larissa was all it took to power through the maze of stone.

The principal gave you her phone number not to long after your heart to heart conversation so you bring up her contact on you phone and called her whilst walking to her office. You knew she would be here she told you that and you’ve come to know she keeps her word in every aspect. The second it starts dialling, butterflies erupted in your stomach. ‘I’m coming’ you thought releasing your breath in a chance to settle the nerves.

“Hello darling, are you ok?” She picked up. “Hey, yeah I am, I was just wondering how you are?” You wondered grinning to yourself as you were approaching the stairs to her office. “I’m ok, I do miss you though, how are you holding up?” She sighed. “I will be very well soon.” You said. “Oh? Why’s that?” She asked. You knocked on her door hearing it both from your perspective and on the line. “Just a second, that’s odd someone’s here.” Larissa paced to the door and opened it holding her phone to her chest. Her face lit up at the sight of you.

“Oh y/n! Your here!” She squealed. You hung up and launched yourself towards her engulfing her in a bear hug, with your arms around her neck and legs around her waist. “My goodness, how are- why are you here!?” She giggled tossing her phone onto the nearest seat, wrapping her arms around you. “It’s a long story but it can wait. I missed you so much.” You mumbled into her neck, smelling her perfume that has become quite nostalgic. Hopping down you grab her hand and drag her back to the office chair whilst you sit on top of the desk In front of her. Larissa really let’s you get away with everything.

“I have a present for you.” You said excitedly.  “for me?” She asked incredulously. “Yes, although I don’t know how you will feel about it.” It came out very weary, all of a sudden the nervousness set back in. ‘Fuck it’ you thought, pulling out the papers from your back pocket. “I got these on my way back in Burlington. I may or may not have somehow stolen them, because they wouldn’t just give them to me but… I have them.” You handed her the folded papers and bit your lower lip in waiting.

Larissa gave you the look after your statement, the look that you so desperately wanted for a long time, the look that says ‘really? Well your lucky I love you’ look. She slowly opened up the paper and gasped. You swallowed thickly, not knowing if it was a good thing or a bad thing. “Y/n.” Larissa breathed as she looked at you in shock, her hand came to rest over her gaping mouth. “Is that ok?” You wondered. She was silent for a minute trying to wrap her head around what was happening.

“Ye-… yes.” Larissa choked out. “You want… you want me to adopt you?” She asked. “I would want anyone else to be my mother but you.” You said as if it were the surest thing you had ever spoken. “So would you… want, to be my uhh…?” Larissa stood and opened her draw without saying anything and pulled out a pen and started to sign every page.

Putting the cap back on and tossing it back in her draw she turned to you and cupped your face. “I can’t think of anyone else I would rather have as my child.” She said kissing your hair and pulling you to her chest.

“I actually have a surprise for you to.” Larissa said taking a step back. “Really?” You asked. “Yes, we’ll sort of.” She began. “The pen you used to draw on my leg a couple of months ago was a permanent marker… and after a few days it was starting to fade, so I thought before it disappears I should make it literally permanent.” She says while pulling up her skirt. “I traveled to Burlington and had it tattooed.” You sat there in shock as you saw the stars exactly the same as when you drew them on there. “Oh principle Weems, I- I don’t know what to say.” Larissa chuckled and smiled down at you. “I will forever have a piece of you with me sweetheart.” You grinned and realised she really did love you as much as you love her.

“I was just trying to find the right time to tell you.” She stated. “Weren’t you telling me that you didn’t approve of tattoos?” You said cheekily. “Well… I’m a hypocrite, but this was special.” She said. You giggled at her words and flexed forward to give her a kiss on the cheek and thank her. “You know when this goes ahead, I was thinking you would like to stay with me?… as in live closer, I have a spare bedroom attached to the other side of my office across from my own quarters?” She quietly questioned, waving her arm in the direction of the room. “Of course!” You shrieked with excitement. “But um, do I still have to call you principle Weems?” You asked sheepishly. “Oh god no. Larissa it’s fine or mu-…what ever you prefer.” She cut herself of before she could finish the word, Larissa didn’t want to overstep due to the fact that she still doesn’t know the situation with your own family, but she doesn’t feel selfish to think that she could be a better mother than your own. “I like that.” You stared at her with a grin, she said cocking a brow hoping you’d continue. “Mum.”

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Obviously it’s very difficult to stop a habit like sh and it’s not always just an immediate stop but for the sake of this story I think it was wise to just put a graceful end to it. If personal experiences are revamped please be safe, love you and ur doing great xxx

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #principle weems #larissa weems x y/n #wednesday #larissa x reader #platonic

[the-fluff-piece]

Hello!

First of all, thank you for the open requests!

It's my first time participating in something like this, so I'm a little excited 🤭 May I ask about such a request: 15 writing a love letter with a confession + heartwarming + Sabo?

Thank you in advance! I wish you inspiration and I will wait for your result!

Hello dear Anon, thank you for your request! Atually my requests are always open, so feel free to send something in when you have something ❤

This is part of my follower milestone event

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Here's

Burn before reading

You've been in the revolutionary army for quite some time and you've become quite close friends with Koala and Sabo.

So naturally, when Sabo is locking himself in his room and doesn't come out, you try to reach out to him.

"It smells like smoke..." Koala's nose was twitching in annoyance.

"I've tried everything in my power to get him to open the door, if he continues to be this stubborn I'll kick down the door and drag him out." She kicked into the air to reinforce her point.

"Your turn" she said and ran off to probably beat up a training dummy.

You stood in front of Sabo's door and tried to listen - nothing. You knocked on the door.

"Go away" his muffled voice could be heard through the wooden door.

"Sabo, it's y/n. What's the matter?" You shouted.

"Oh y/n! So nice of you to be here, but please go, I am ok" he politely and suspiciously cheerfully answered.

This man was so stubborn and hot headed, yet so cute and kind. It was what made him both incredibly adorable and annoying to work with. With a sigh, you unpacked your lock picks to open the door. With a soft click, the door swung open. A strong smell of burnt paper greeted you. Sabo sat at the desk, his hair messy and a charred quill in his hand, looking at you as if you were a monster. Rests of burnt sheets were lying around all over the floor and embers were in the air.

"Sabo, what are you doing?" You asked as you picked up one of the sheets, seeing only fractions of readable words on the page: dear....I lo.....ou....

Too late, Sabo dove towards you to snatch it out of your hand.

"You're not supposed to see that!" He shoved the paper into one of his pockets.

"This is secret!" He pouted. How can a man who beats people with a burning steel pipe look so cute all the time? Only than you noticed his puffy eyes.

"Have you been crying?" You laid your hand on his cheek. "You know I am always there if you need me" you assured.

"I know, you're always so kind to me!" His eyes got wet again and he put his hand over yours, pressing it against his hot cheek.

You looked around the papers for clues what's going on and you spotted a larger piece of paper. He looked alarmed, but didn't move.

"May I?" You asked cautiously.

He nodded and looked away.

"Dear....I need to tell you....always...sorry" you read out loud.

"What are you trying to write?" You asked, trying to get to the bottom of this. "And why are they burnt?"

"I'm trying to write a letter, but I'm so nervous I keep burning the paper" he admitted, his face red. A small flame was already appearing on his shoulder.

"You poor thing!" You exclaimed, immediately regretting your outburst as his cheeks puffed in shame. "How about you tell me what to write and I write it down for you?" You offered. Now, Sabo's face was burning. Literally.

"I uhm...I don't know! Uhm..." he mumbled. You sat down on the desk, took up the rest of the quill and some ink and got into position to write on a fresh sheet.

Sabo backed into a corner and became a small fire hazard. Without looking at you, he recited with a shaky voice:

"Dear Y/n,

I need to tell you some things." He stopped, two round puppy eyes looking at you. A letter for you? No wonder he was so nervous. You dutifully wrote down his words and waited for more.

"I have been on your last mission. I burnt down the target, I just wanted to keep you safe. I was always near you and didn't say anything." He looked to the floor, ashamed. Rightfully so. You were supposed to infiltrate a supposed black market weapons dealer, but the house and all evidence in it was burnt to a crisp before you could retrieve anything. That was very annoying. You wrote it down, keeping the anger out of your face as best as you could. That stupid hot head!

"I uhm...I...." he stuttered. "I did it because I lo....I uhm...keep you safe...because I..." he swallowed audibly and caught on fire.

Trying to be as calm as possible, you told him: "it wasn't a good thing, but I know you didn't do it on purpose. I know you want to keep me safe and I appreciate that. But don't do any covert missions in the future, ok?"

The flame went out and Sabo approached you, slowly and carefully.

"You're so kind and sweet! That's why I'm ... I am...I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!" It burst out of him, loudly. He smiled, relieved, and took your hand. "I love you so much, you're my best friend and my everything. I will always be there for your and always protect you" the words bubbled out of him as he squeezed your hand tightly. "Always." He reinforced his promise and kissed your hand. You let him and gave him a warm smile.

"Really?" You asked, just to hear him say it again.

"Yes, I love you! I wanted to write a poem for you but..." his eyes wandered about.

"I love you, too" you whispered.

He closed his eyes, leaning in for a kiss. You did the same and for a brief moment, your lips touched. He froze and drew back.

Sabo was now beaming with excitement and joy - before literally bursting into flames and rushing out of the window with a "WOOHOOOOO" as you watched him make the rounds around the headquarter, screaming on top of his lungs how happy he was.

Koala appeared in the door, heaving.

"What the...?" She said pointing at Sabo's display outside.

"And what the...?" She repeated, picking up the burnt paper. You snatched the letter you were writing for Sabo from the desk and put it in your pocket.

"That's a secret" you told her, strolling out. You would whip his ass for that personally. From now on, you were the one taking care of your little hot head.

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Note: I hope you liked it, since I don't write him so often I am not as trained in his character than others. I just love that whenever he appears, he is always unconditionally helping Luffy, even if it means burning down everything. He is such a cinnamon roll, I want to cuddle him all day 🥺

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #op sabo #sabo #revolutionary sabo #sabo x reader #sabo x you #sabo x y/n #one piece sabo #one piece fanfic #odp follower event

[toxiclizardwrites]

YOU JUST REMINDED ME TO DO THIS. For the WIP game, you KNOW I gotta hear about Tattoo. Pleeaasseeeee and thanks. :)

Your wish is my command! It is a WIP, but here is an excerpt:

Delgado and I walked into the room, and I immediately took a seat on the raised black leather chair in the center.

“There's even an actual tattoo chair, impressive,”

Delgado chuckled. “It was here when we found this starstation. I guess the UC has an affinity for tattoos as well.”

His eyes scanned my body carefully, like an artist surveying their canvas, taking in every detail and making mental notes about every curve and imperfection. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I knew he was just trying to see where I would get my tattoo, but there’s just something about those amber eyes that melts your composure.

“Where do you want it?” the question pulled me back into reality.

“I was thinking on my side,” I said, pointing to the area just beside my right breast and slightly under my arm.

His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “It’ll be hidden, are you sure?”

I nodded and focused on his eyes. “It won't be hidden from everyone.”

His grin widened. “Sure, if that's what you want, let's get started.” he took of his jacket and placed it on a countertop, revealing a black fitted t-shirt underneath.

I slowly lifted my shirt off my body, and placed it at the end of the chair. I leaned back and shifted my weight to get comfortable.

“You’ll have to take your bra off as well,”

I hesitated. It was difficult enough being in front of Delgado with just my bra and pretending it was no big deal, but completely topless? My face turned red. “Can't you just move the side of it?” I asked.

“No, it's too tight against your body, I need a clear space to work or it's going to look like shit,” he replied, busying himself with the ink, cloths, and other supplies that he would need to complete the tattoo.

“Ok, fine,” I said, trying not to make it sound like I cared.

I reached back to unhook the clasp at the back, arching my chest forward to make it easier to reach. Delgado didn't seem like he was paying attention, still fussing with the supplies on a nearby table with his back turned to me.

Holding the cups in place, I leaned back. “That should be good, right?”

He turned to see me laying on the chair. His eyes scanned me for a moment.

“It’ll do,” Delgado said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. He sat down on a wheeled stool and scooted it close to me, pulling along an old surgical tray with him that also had wheels. On top of the tray was the tattoo gun, some cloths, and a bottle with some distilled water in it. He was close now, his chest inches away from my bare skin. I could smell his earthy Cologne and feel the heat emanating from his body on my own.

He turned to get a cloth, and used a bottle to wet it. He brought the cloth to the side of my body, the cold liquid causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. He wiped the area gently and purposefully, his fingers gently brushing the side of my breast. The feel of the cloth and the pressure of his fingers against my skin sent a sudden jolt of pleasure though my body, one that took everything in me to not show. I swallowed.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded.

#starfield #starfield fanfiction #crimson fleet #starfield delgado #delgado x oc #delgado starfield

[splatoon-edits]

What are your top 5 favorite edits that you've made?

ooohhh, this is a hard one!! I genuinely really enjoy a lot of what i've made. But on the other hand i can't help but notice the small mistakes on a lot of them as well.... Limiting this to just 5 is going to end up impossible, so instead i'll just talk about some of my favorites i've done in no particular order:

I honestly really like the team money pearl i did. The gold and white color scheme is so pleasing and the shiny glitter is so fun. I absolutely adore anything sparkly irl so this one is just one i like a lot.

The pink baseball pearl. Idk i just rlly liked that specific piece of splatfest art. And then make it her signature pink and adding some ink to make it look like she's been beating ppl up? Something about the whole aesthetic is just so fun

That whole set of callie icons was a struggle. I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and wasn't really sure about the results. But now that i've had time to look back at it i really like them!

Space is one of my fav aesthetics and as i just said i adore glitter. So a pretty sparkly Marina with stars??? I just really liked it.

OK I AM SO BIASED ABOUT THIS NEXT ONE but like i really just adore this artists art so much!!! Fun shapes!! Bright colors!! CUTEEE!!!! <3 <3 <3 It's everything i love all mixed together!!!! :D

This is a n old one that i want to redo at some point, but i like it a lot still! Webcore/glitchcore is another thing i like and yall already know i love shiver. Plus i really like the idea of replacing her red pupil with the red x button. Its kinda cool

Anyway, thank you so much for the ask! It can be kind of hard to look at my work from a view of appreciation sometimes, so it was refreshing to just look at what i liked about each of them <3

#mod shiver #mod speaks

[alder-saan]

The Path of Poisons .5

Sweet Brier

Larissa Weems x Gn! Oc

the Path of Poisons masterlist . [01] . [02] . [03] . [04] . [05] . [06] . [07] . [08] . [09]

words count: 1.2k

WARNING: I'm translating this from French to English. As it takes sooooo much time to do it myself, I use an automatic translator. BUT neutral doesn't exist in French so even if I proofread to change every "he/him/his" or "she/her/hers" in "they/them/their" I might miss some.

"Yeah, hello Thalia?"

*Rei ? Are you ok?*

"Yes, yes."

They switched the phone to her ear and jammed it with their shoulder so they could do their nails properly, sitting at the small table in their tiny greenhouse. At the other end of the receiver, they could hear Thalia tinkering.

"Say, I'm calling about your proposal to advise me to Mrs. Weems."

*Yeah? Have you thought about it?*

"Mostly I asked if the florist needed people and she said no, so well…"

*perfect, I'll plead your case*

"You don't tell her who I am, you just say I have degrees in botany, which is true. No mention of the book, no mention of ANYTHING that would allow him to identify me."

*okay boss!*

"So, how are things with Elizabeth?"

*Pretty good.*

"I'd like to meet her one day!"

*If you become a teacher, you'll meet her. Ouch, shit!*

"Are you okay?"

*Yeah, yeah, I pricked myself with a tooth from my saw.*

Rei chuckled and then made a face, they had a little overflow with their black varnish.

"What are you doing?"

*I'm making a birdhouse.*

"It's a little late, you know?"

*It will be useful for next year.*

"Especially for the wasps…"

*Well, it's gonna be a wasp house.*

"Be careful, 200 stings are deadly."

*who gets stung 200 times?*

"I don't know..."

*Well, I'll leave you to it, and submit it to your new crush right away.

"Stop calling her that."

*Don't act like she doesn't do anything to you. What did you say last time? "Why does she have to be so beautiful?"*

"Yeah, okay, I think she looks pretty good. But that doesn't mean she's my crush!"

*Yeah, for sure. Ciao.*

"Ciao"

And Thalia hung up. Rei tried to slide her phone along their arm. They couldn't touch it with their hands, because of the nail polish that wasn't dry. They waved their hands a little to dry it and then went back to their little house. They wanted to buy some flowers. They put on their jacket, their shoes, and then got on their bike. The city was not far from the land they had inherited, and from the little house that was on it.

After about 15 minutes of pedaling, they arrived in the city center. They hung their bike on a fence and walked through town to the florist. They stood for a while and looked at all the plants on all sides. The urge to buy everything on the spot was growing inside them. They looked for the flowers they liked best to put in a bouquet in ther house. Sweet brier. It's nice, it's pretty. They asked the florist for a big bouquet and she went to prepare it.

The door opened. It was Larissa, in her perfect updo, perfect dress and perfect make up. Rei tried not to stare.

"G… Good morning, Mrs. Weems."

"Oh, please, call me Larissa. May I call you Raine?"

"Of course you can."

Apparently, Thalia hadn't told her yet about the job. Good.

"Do you know anything about flowers, Raine?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you. There are so many choices, I could use some advice."

"Well it depends on the occasion, is it for someone? Is it just to look nice in your living room? If it's a gift, who do you want to give it to? A relative? A friend? A lover? And then if it's for you, it depends on where you want to put it, and what that place looks like."

Larissa thought for a while. She hadn't anticipated all these questions.

"Well… I'm not sure. It was to put in my office at Nevermore. I like a little color."

"So you can match your office colors, or your colors…. Red roses would go great with the color of your lip ink."

Larissa blushed. Was Raine flirting with her?

"Oh, I see… But red roses are really meaningful… Isn't there something a little more… Neutral? Understand, I don't want everyone to start speculating about a fictitious lover."

"You're single!"

That wasn't a question. It was an observation, and amazement. Maybe a little hope, too.

"Uh… yes. Is that a problem?"

"What? No! I just… I just thought that a woman like you couldn't be single."

"What's a woman like me?" Larissa laughed a little. "And why is that?"

"I thought all the most beautiful women were already in a relationship."

They smiled at her. Larissa looked away, trying to hide her pink cheeks. She coughed.

"So, what do you recommend?"

"In that case, I think primroses would be great. You can choose the color."

"Renewal, huh?"

"Absolutely."

She smiles at Rei.

"Can I buy you a coffee?"

"I'd really like to, but I'm busy, I have to go home. It wasn't sensible to come to this store, I could spend all day here."

They headed for the counter when the florist notified her that her bouquet was finished. Larissa's smile disappeared when she saw the bouquet of sweet briers.

"Nice to see you again, Larissa Weems."

"Yes, thank you again."

Rei left, and put the bouquet of flowers in the little basket they had on the back of their bike. They were a little embarrassed that Larissa had seen the flowers… She might wonder.

Sweet briers, huh? Did they mean to give them to someone? Maybe it was nothing? Or was she mistaken? She had to check the meaning of the rosehip. She pulled out her phone as Thalia's number came up. Larissa picked up immediately.

"Hello, Thalia?"

*Hello, Larissa. I'm calling because I have a new candidate for the botany teacher position.*

"Who is it?"

*Raine. They've studied botany extensively. They don't know much about teaching but I can teach them. To be honest, they're going to run out of money soon and are desperate for a job, so I told them I'd plead their case with you.*

"Uh… Yes, we'll think about it, tell them to make a form, you will bring it to our next meeting."

*no problem, thank you very much.*

Don't forget to tell them to apply for housing if they want to sleep on the academy. And if they want to live there with someone else, they should specify that.

*They has a house, I think it will not be useful*

"Have a nice day"

*You too*

Larissa hung up the phone, a little annoyed. She had tried to get information about Raine's potential relationship status, but it hadn't worked… But who buys a house to live alone? Oh well, too bad. If Raine wasn't single, she wasn't going to make a big deal of it either.

[khaire-traveler]

I have a question regarding your curse-masterpost. I haven't gone through all of them yet, it's a very interesting and useful one. So, I am looking for a spell that would make the person realise what they have done and have them feel remorse in some way. Or at least so they try to do better than hurt me and my close ones. The Person is a close family member who, becasue of their lack of emotion(seriously, I doubt they have ever felt an emotion in their life) and self awareness and thoughtfulness are continually hurting those closer to me. They don't help with the housework and leave everything upon others, are completely oblivious to other's pain. I am away from home and hence I don't have many resources like pepper and all that. I do have access to threads(I crochet), paper and pen of various inks, salt and things like dishwasher liquid. I don't have access to mirrors so I can't do a karma spell or smth. Is there a way I can make them pay for what they are doing? I can't risk having them.injured or sick since it would unfortunately affect others who live with them(as I said, it's a family member). But they are causing a lot of stress and pain to my close ones and I am unable to take direct action as i am still dependent on them financially and otherwise.

I am sorry for such a long post I don't know if I am being coherent about my situation, but your long and detailed post on curses and spells made me want to approach you.

Hello, and thank you for the ask! I apologize for taking so long to answer it.

Even just with paper and pen, you can create some pretty potent curses with the right intention. One that I'd recommend (and I've made a post about; I believe it's on that masterpost) is an Ancient Greek curse. I'll attach the link to my post here (link will be added after answering because I have too many drafts and don't want this ask to get lost 💀). It's very simple and pretty much only requires paper and a toothpick (or any "sharp" object you can stab through paper and are ok parting with).

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Here's another curse you could do that might suit your situation a lot better (there's no post for it, so I'm just gonna type it out; it was shared with me by someone else):

- Needed supplies: Crocheting ability and tools, paper, red writing utensil (preferably red pen), baneful herbs that you feel called to add (there's no right way to do it),

- Summary: You will crochet an animal that represents the person in question. The animal must remain hollow as you create it. During the process of creation, you will place a paper inside of the animal describing what they've done wrong and what you'd like to happen to them as retribution. You will also add the baneful herbs inside of the animal. Once finished, hold onto the animal, and shake it around whenever you feel the need to aggravate the curse. If you ever feel that the person has paid their dues, you may destroy the animal and empty out its contents.

1. Choose an animal that best represents the person in question. Personally, I typically go with a peacock, snake, or leech.

2. Begin the process of crocheting. It doesn't have to be super elaborate; you just need to be able to have enough space inside of the animal to fit a strip of paper and some herbs.

3. Stop crocheting when you have enough room to place something inside of the hollow animal.

4. On a strip of paper, use a red writing utensil. On one side, write a summary of what the person has been doing wrong. On the other side, write what you'd like to happen to them as retribution. I'd also recommend either writing or saying aloud, "When I feel my anger rise, I shake the [insert animal name here], and it is [insert person's name here] who suffers, whom I despise."

5. Fill the remaining space with baneful herbs that you feel called to add. Things like pepper certainly work, although you don't have access to it at the moment. It can be anything that you intuitively feel called to use, even if it's not an herb. I've used broken glass before (obviously, be careful if you plan to use something like that) and still got potent results.

5. Finish crocheting the animal. As you finish, ensure that your focus - your intention - remains on "sealing the person's fate". Closing the animal with a final stitch indicates that you're "sealing it off", in a sense, so put as much negative energy into it as you can muster while you're still in the process of creating it.

6. That's it, it's finished! Whenever you want to aggravate the curse, shake it around a bit. If you'd like to add an extra boost of energy to this, I recommend burning a red candle as you crochet and either pouring the melted wax inside of the animal or on top of it. Hope this helps you and is still relevant!

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I'm not super well-versed in curses, honestly, so the curse above is one I've gotten from an in-person acquaintance. I don't personally even know how to crochet, but this person has told me this method has worked well for them.

As always, I recommend cleansing your space after the curse is completed, mostly just to get rid of any lingering energy in your space. I would also recommend cleansing your crocheting needles and any other objects you used to contribute to the curse (but obviously do not cleanse the crocheted animal itself).

I hope you find (or have already found) a curse that suits your needs. There's quite a lot of information on my masterpost, so I hope you can also find something there, if the above methods don't work for you. Take care, and have a good day/night. 🧡

#curses #baneful magic #asks #answered asks

[angelpuns]

KNOCKS AGAIN its the same anon from that big broken red heart fake title

Im glad you liked it :] i gotta find ways to give my baby raph some angst yknow /silly

ok if you feel like getting another title here you go: "Bright Black Ink Sky"

YES IT WAS A VERY GOOD TITLE!! I never get to write for Raphala so it was a real interesting exercise hehe

Okay cause I've been thinking about this one ALL DAY trying to organize some thoughts on it

hmmmm I think a horror fic would be cool - like all the stars have disappeared from the sky (granted they live in New York but maybe it's a news story or smthn) and then maybe maybe maybe the sky was never actually the sky but it was a giant eyeball and it blinks - like an eldritch horro kinda story but with the turtles :D

(pov I love writing horror but don't get to very often these days)

Anyway turns out the universe is actually just a giant yokai and it's PISSED about the kraang situation so ofc it's gotta fight someone! Might as well fight four teenage turtles amiright

also how it relates to the title is that the sky becomes completely deeply black, no sun no moo because its an eyeball :3

it's not a great premise, but with some fine tuning it could be an interesting short story?? maybe?

a little blurb cause I LOVE WRITING HORROR:

The sky had been getting darker for weeks. Or, that's what the news said, anyway. Donnie had been relaying everything back to his brothers, though he wasn't too worried about it. Sure, more and more stars were disappearing and the moon ahd shrunken to the size of only a small piece of space junk, but he wasn't worried.

It wasn't until footage of two giant shapes, grey and sleek and scaly moved across the sky that he began to worry. It took almost a day for them to move across the sky, the black ink of the night hidden behind the odd masses. There were rumours of it being an eclipse. NASA wasn't say anything, scientists around the world were stumped. And then the next day the shapes moved again, retracing their orbits around the planet until the sky returned. But this time, the sun was gone.

Donnie wondered if it was appropriate to panic now - considering that should have sent the earth into an ice age. But it didn't. The night and day cycles continued, as if the sun and moon had never been there and the source of light was some sort of huge barrier around the Earth. Donnie watched the footage over and ovwer, trying to spot what top scientists could not. It wasn't until he sped up the footage that he saw the shapes for what they were.

It was one giant blink.

#meh #it was an okay idea #great title #wish i could hae done more with it #i love horror #rottmnt #rottmnt fic asks

[watatsumiis]

ok hehe *kicks legs happily* this is for your lovely event!! i hope everything goes well!!! :D

[ To my darling Foul Legacy, I'm sorry for being gone for so long- work just keeps piling up! But it's okay, I'll get through it all and be home in no time, so don't forget about me! Miss you lots, Wifi <3 ]

Thank you for the submission !! :D I had fun writing this up :3

You receive a reply in an uncannily short amount of time. The envelope has several nicks and tears along the edges. The wax sealing it closed is a deep red in colour, and you recognise Childe’s signature symbol indented in it. Your name is scrawled on the front messily, with drops of ink splattered across. 

As you open up the envelope, a small handful of dried petals fall out. They are faded pink, and upon closer observation you recognise them as petals belonging to a camellia. The letter is splattered with ink blotches, and the writing on the first half of the letter is almost entirely indecipherable, though if you look closely, it’s written with much care. 

Luckily for you, somebody has provided a transcript - you recognise the penmanship as Zhongli’s, but it seems to be a word-to-word translation of what’s written above, just in a script you’re able to understand. 

My dearest Wifi, 

It feels like it’s been so, so long since I’ve seen you. It … hurts to know that I can’t protect you if something happens. The house feels dark and cold without you here. Though Zhongli makes for … okay company. Sometimes. 

The writing seems to halt a little on that last word, as if the one transcribing it hesitated to write it out, but the letter continues nonetheless. 

You said I’m free to go out whenever I like, but I don’t see the point if you can’t be here with me. 

Please come home soon.

Yours forever and always,

Childe.

There’s a little arrow drawn on the bottom right hand side of the page, indicating that you should flip it. Turning the note over, you notice more of Zhongli’s writing on the back - a message of his own creation this time, it seems. 

Wifi, 

There isn’t much that I am able to say here about your absence that hasn’t already been expressed on the reverse side of this letter. You are dearly missed.

Send a letter ahead of time when you begin your journey back, and we shall prepare you a banquet of your favourite Liyuen delicacies. 

Warmest regards, 

Zhongli.

#asks #my writing #letter writing event #foul legacy #zhongli #sorry i went a lil overboard with this ehe

[theallenshorefangirl]

ISM OC Tape (Updated Version)

Zoe's Tape Intro (Before the Accident)

Desmond Was in his chair clasping onto his clipboard,clicking his pen as Allen walked out.Desmond hear a thud before Zoe walked in."Oh Zoe are you ok?" She nods as her purple and black hued scarf that was wrapped around her face and shivered."I'm just…ugh…mmh…yeah cold." She sat down in the chaise lounge. Desmond clicks the tape recorder.

(Tape 1) "Alright Zoe how about you tell me about how your sleeping has been" "It's just not good,I've been seeing something lurking at the corner of my eyes and when I go to check nothing is there,and I seen men in suits just like Allen has and well its very bad." the nervous tapping of what sounded like her shoe could be heard from the tape and a nervous and shaking sigh. "And I could see a man with red irises with them and he looked me dead in the eyes and he seemed to mouth your next or something." (End of Tape 1)

(Tape 2) "How about we run a rorschach test.Do you know how they work?" "Yeah,you show me a ink blob and I say whatever it is and then you will probably call me crazy and then send me away." She stood up pacing the floor. "No,I won't,may we just run through the test…please." Desmond sounded concerned.(End of Tape 2)

(Tape 3) "Ok first one,what comes to mind?" "Umm a man yelling at a kid" Desmond nods and shows another. "A group of people laughing at someone." Zoe sounded like she was on the verge of tears."Deep breaths,only a few more." She nods.He shows her the next one and oddly it looked like one he showed Allen only more detailed."A man being pulled into a bottomless pit." Desmond nods and shows the last one."It looks like there's stars in the back with a woman and tears falling from the eyes with a weird mouth and dripping jacket of some kind?It's making me feel nauseous and…..kinda umm…yeah." (End of Tape 3)

(Tape 4) "Interesting,well you got through it.I see you said something about men in black? Allen mentioned them too.And I don't know about the other one you said,but I believe I saw almost the same thing here or there." She clutched her knees to her chest crying"Is everything alright?" She ran out of the room and the tape clicked off.(End of Tape 4)

⚠️ Abuse,drinking,mentioning of death and other dark and heavy topics ⚠️

(Tape fragment 1st session 1/5)

"Oh hello you must be new to Milton Haven." "Y…yes I am." Desmond clicked his pen and scribbled down on a piece of fresh paper."What's your name,date of birth you know all that,I want to know all about new patients and how I can help them." "Oh ... .I'm ... .Zoe or Z I'm 18 I'm a March 25 born kid and kinda…well." "Go on, I'm listening,I'm here to help.Tell me about your past and why you came to Milton" (End of fragment tape 1)

(Tape Fragment 1st Session 2/5)

"Well I was raised with my parents, my mother worked with pharmaceutical prescriptions and my father is a truck driver…..and well It was a nice time till the seams came undone like a fragile doll." Desmond wrote down on the clipboard."And one night my mother passed and I called grandma and we held a funeral for her ... .and when my father came home he went right to the bar and came home badly drunk ...." Zoe sniffled.(End of Fragment Tape 2)

(Tape Fragment 1st Session 3/5)

"He had a broken bottle and he slashed my my arm…he left a good cut too,I was gonna called the ambulance,there was a lot of blood or so I thought I could see through my….m..my tears and well he dragged me to my room and he locked me in there." Desmond looked terrified and very worried."That must have been really hard,did you get help?" "Yeah…..but I had to wait till he left again….." She sobbed and sniffled "When my mother was alive he was happy and now ... .its gone!? All gone…" (End of Fragment Tape 3)

(Tape Fragment 1st session ⅘)

"He would go through this never ending cycle and I'd sleep with the lights on in fear of him sitting in the dark,and then I started not sleeping and then I seen movement of something not there and my grandparents took me to the doctors like twice and well said I was fine just bad case of sleep insomnia and deprived and depression they said.And then they would take me home and he would be there…..ANGRY." She scooted herself back in the chair sobbing,burring her head into her knees."It must have been very terrible living there wasn't it." She nodded "And he would yell at me saying it's my fault my mother's dead,I couldn't do anything if it was a heartattack and a stroke at once what do you want me to do!? I was only 10 when it happened and he was out busy taking loads out in the middle of God knows where!?" She sounded stressed and panicked.(End of Fragment Tape 4)

(Tape Fragment 1st Session 5/5)

"So who brought you to Milton? If I may ask?" She huffed and sniffled."I did it myself!I was done with my fathers shit…of his yelling and screaming mad drunk at me for something I couldn't really do much about….." "How did you get here?" "Few days ago I packed my things,took some money from my little plastic vault I had owned and some from my dad's wallet,bought a bus ticket and I arrived here.I was done with his shit…." "Are you staying with anybody? Or in a safe place to rest?" She nodded "Yeah with the local lighthouse keeper in a spare room he cleaned up for me and said I can stay….I said I can help and get a job at the shopping place that opened up ... .and maybe learn a thing or to at his job at night." "Oh Mr Shore,and Homa Mart if I'm not mistaken.I see your in a rough patch right now,maybe after a few more sessions we can work things out slowly.I promise I'll do everything that I can to help you.Alright." "I hope you can,I really hope you can." (End of Fragment Tape 5)

(Ending Tape Night of Accident)

(Tape 1) "You've reached the office of Dr.Desmond Wales please leave a message after the tone [Beep] "Desmond….Desmond!? Damn it,something bad is happening I can feel it,Allen went to his house to try and rest an I see them,the men in black!?Allen is in one of the rooms I can see a lantern on down there." She struggled to talk with her panicked tone in her voice (End of Tape 1)

(Tape 2) "They are close,those men in black and I see….Him…Max Nygaard,I have a afternoon sitting job and I know his kid Maddison Nygaard and Virginia's brother Freddy Ruhl….no time for that they have cameras and they have something in the back of their truck?" She was heavily breathing….panicking.(End of Tape 2)

(Tape 3) "The guy with the red eyes I thought I saw too!?" She he took a sharp deep breath."Allen and I saw a list for a shipment that wasn't scheduled and then the lights at the lighthouse just stopped.He went to go check and I tried to p…po…power back on the lighthouse ... .Wait, something is happening……" A loud explosion could be heard and the line went quiet. (End of Tape 3)

(Tape 4) a gasp and hyperventilating could be heard and the name "Allen" could be heard as the line went dead from the blackout.Desmond looked down at the last recording that was near the dark midnight sky like sea that had glowing stars in the water that was mesmerizing.He could feel and picture her fear and sadness that night and he began to cry kneeling at the last tape recording by the sparkling door.He felt his heart was torn out like he failed her,like he could feel the pain she felt.After about a hour he got up and left through the door.(End Of Tape)

Her file and what seemed to be two tarrot cards and her kitsune plush were near her files on the file cabinet. Instead of the shelf, one was the sun tarrot with Allen's Shade form on it, and the other was the Moon tarrot with Sorrow her shadow form on the card and the kitune plushie was her weighted therapeutic plush.He doesn't know if she's safe or not but he's hopes she's alright and safe.

#insoundmindocthesorrow #insoundmindoc #insoundmindzoestape

[cloudninetonine]

For this ask, I’m going to have the player as a ghost that’s separate from the glowing light on their chest. They can go back but I wanted them to have their own figure. Anyways-

Imagine Time attending Anju and Kafei wedding. He comes as appropriately dressed as he could be with player next to him. As the wedding goes on, he’s happy to see them married but also reminiscent over all the actions he had to perform for this day. On the other hand, Player is very enthusiastic and awestruck. (They worked hard for this ending so they are certainly going to enjoy it)

As Anju walks to the front, her dress flows with the breeze, showcasing the love and care she put towards the dress. It’s a beautiful day to attend a wedding. 

“Link, look how beautiful she looks!” 

“Yes, she looks very beautiful in her dress. I’m sure Kafei will become very emotional once he sees her..”

“Oh, everything is perfect. I can’t help but wonder about my own wedding. Do you ever think about that Link?”

Time thinks and envisions his happiest day. 

In the Kokiri Forest, everything was decorated nicely. There was fairies flying around with Kokiri waiting patiently for the bride to come out. A clear path was set for the bride to come walking towards Time. 

Speaking of him, he was taller and older. He was dressed in a suit that fit quite well, ambient a little tight. Navi was dressed with a bow tie and acted as the priest. 

As Time keep pulling at his collar, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Navi kept reassuring him that everything will be fine. 

Eventually, everyone stand as the bride comes walking in. Time looks at Player in disbelief. They wore the whitest dress that fit perfectly. A veil covered her face and the dress slight draped on the floor. She walked to the front where she meet Time.

As Navi starting the ceremony, Time couldn’t help but drown the words out as he kept looking at Player. 

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Time snaps out of it and blushes. He hesitantly goes to remove the veil with Player moving their head slightly. Once removed, Player smiles tenderly at him as she looks up at him. Time cups her face and kisses her lips. 

Cheers were heard as everyone celebrated the newly wed couple. Time carries Player as they walk to his house.

“—ink, Link, LINK!”

He snaps out of his vision as he sees Player’s face a few inches from his. He moves back and covers his red face. 

“Hey, are you ok? Everyone is starting to go celebrate the event. You were just standing here looking at nothing.”

“I’m fiNe! You can go first, I’ll make sure to keep up once I’m ready.” His voice slightly cracks as he continues to cover his face. His ears start slightly flapping and his face continues to get redder. 

“Alright, I’ll meet you there”, they said apprehensively as they leave. 

As they start to float toward the destination, Time removes his hands from his face and thinks again about his wedding. Although it seemed surreal, he hopes that it can become a reality.

Sorry for my poor writing skills 😭 but I wanted to write this. I thought it would be so cute to see!! I can imagine each boy having their own wedding as Player as their bride. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

POOR WRITING SKILLS?! THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE IT!

Time fantasising about marrying Player just 🥺🥺

[thatonearoacefreak]

The Four Angels Of Heaven pt 2

no one asked for this but…

CHAPTER 1

It was very dark…well other than the glow of the star. Jade looked around, she shook off the water that was covering her. A broken test tube lay behind her, big enough to hold a person, she wondered what it was for. Then again, she wondered about everything that was going on right now. “Welcome to the real world Jade.” A voice said. Jade staggered back in pain. “Wh-who are you, and why do you make me hurt so much?” She said. “All will be explained in time.” The voice replied. Jade continued weaving around the tunnels of the cave that she was in. After what seemed like hours of silence the strange voice spoke again. “My name is Other…” “What?” “You wanted to know what my name was. It’s Other.” “Ok, Other, um…do you by any chance know where we are, how we got here, and how we get out? “No, I don’t know” Other paused. “But, I have something that might be able to, help.” “Oh and what might that be?” Jade replied. Other laughed, Jade winced. “I can provide you with wings, all you have to do is, take off that star.” Jade hesitated before answering. “A-and what happens if I do?” “Let’s just say, I can help, but only if you take my offer.” Jade looked back, expecting Other to be standing there holding out her hand. “I am trapped in your body, all you need to do is take off that silly little star so that I can take control.” Other said with a snarl, she was obviously annoyed. “Wait, take control?” Jade thought, waiting a few minutes before answering. “No.” She said, continuing to progress through the cave system. “No? NO? YOU WERN’T SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT, LITTLE FOX!” Other yelled, Jade flinched back in pain. Jade continued to walk across the tunnels looking for an exit, she was getting hungry and tired and annoyed by Other. After a few hours of silence, Other spoke up. “I’m surprised that you don't have any more questions, fox.” Other said with a sneer. “Oh I do, but I doubt you want to hear them,” Jade said. “So, its attention she wants, hm…I could use this to my advantage…” “You are aware that I can hear what you’re thinking right? So I would suggest not thinking of anything that I could overhear. But anyway, what are those questions, fox?” “Well, if you really want to know,” Jade said slowly. “What even are you?” Other barked a laugh. “Wait, you actually don’t know who I am? Other, the angel of shadows that you’ve never heard of?” “Well I just came from a test tube, I might’ve missed a few things,” Jade replied sarcastically. “Hm, interesting….Well to answer your question, I am a parasite. I currently am using you as my host, I basically am using you for my plans. I use ink to spread corruption, and take over people’s minds.” “What’s a…uh, people?” Jade said, clutching her arm. “Are you kidding me, sigh, it's what you are…well sort of, people can just be living things in general.” “Oh.” Jade continued to progress through the tunnels, soon she found an exit. 

The light was blinding, Jade stumbled into the field ignoring Other’s rude comments. They seemed to be in a clearing, trees surrounded the cave that she came out of, and a path lead out. The surrounding grass was pastel green. Jade’s ears perked up, someone was talking in the distance. A gray animal came out from the path, they were wearing a red crop top, with a red skirt that was very short. They wore black boots and a black coat. They had long pointed ears that stuck up, on her ears and knees was a big red star pattern, one star on each leg and ear, they also had one on her forehead. They had one tuft of hair poofing out above the star on her head. She noticed Jade quite quickly and waved. “Hi!” She said walking up to Jade. “Um, hi?” Jade said awkwardly. The creature scanned Jade. “It’s you.” She whispered. “Oh, um sorry about that. I’m Umbi the Bre! What’s your name?” Umbi said. “Jade, Jade the Fox,” Jade replied. “Nice to meet ya, Jade!” Umbi said, scanning Jade again. “By Exetior, what on earth are you wearing?!” Umbi exclaimed. “Um, I don’t exactly know…”Jade said looking down at her ink-stained clothes. “We NEED to get you new clothes right now! Come on, you need to meet the others!” Umbi said cheerfully, pulling Jade by the arm. Jade walked behind Umbi, the eventually came upon a town. A few girls stood on the sidewalk talking about something. “Hey, guys I found her!” Umbi exclaimed bouncing up to them. “WHAT?!” They all exclaimed at the same time. “Guys don’t be rude! Introduce yourselves.” Umbi said. “Well ok then, I’m Jane, queen of the Undergrowth, and leader of this group,” Jane said pointing at herself, she was a tan fox with five tails and a green dress. “I’m Ruby, the second in command and I’m also the treasurer,” Ruby said she was a red cat wearing a black dress, black gloves, and matching black earrings. “And you know me!” Umbi said, smiling. “Together we make The Four Angels Of Heaven,” Ruby said proudly.

#The four angels of heaven #Tfaoh #ramencat