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Me not totally dying inside from the 15 WIP I have. Also hi

#hi #how’s it going yall? #back maybe

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Hi! I was reading your work and i thought you were a excellent writter.

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So im gonna shoot my shot and ask you for a Cicero x Fem!reader drabble/headcannon who is also a jester? Nsfw and sfw would be appreciated alot!

XOXO -anon💓💓💓

Wow Anon, I am so sorry about this late response. I was never notified of this ask. I hope this will make up for how long you had to wait. Much love and blessings to you.

She skipped merrily along a path. she knew not where she was going, but she knew that it was beautiful. In her hands she held flowers of lavender and tundra cotton. On her face she smiled with such glee. The sun was out. The wind was blowing and-

"I told you to quit asking you freakish Jester! Get out of here before I do something you'll regret!" Such anger in this voice. Rushing a little forward to come over a small hill, she noticed a man walking back to a cart that was loose of its wheel. He looked quite annoyed, but his outfit really explained it all. She decided then she would help him as best she could. Anger, annoyance, or sadness she would turn this strangers frown upside down.

Upon speaking with him, she found out that this man was transporting his dear mother to a new home. How sweet of him to honor his deceased mother. "Thank you so much Cicero for telling me about this!" She smiled up at him and grabbed his hand, placing in it a small bouquet of lilac and white. "I'll go speak with Loreius and we can get that wheel fixed!"

Despite offering her coin, she denied it. She waited until Loreius came down with some tools and even helped as best she could. Once the wagon was finished, she offered Cicero her name. He did smile and danced as she repeated her name. "Ah! (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)! Such a pretty name for a shining lady! Thank you! Offering lucky Cicero flowers to make Cicero smile again! Oh Mother would be so lucky to have you in her family!"

The oddity of this statement made her confused but still she smiled and gripped his hands and began to spine him around. "I love to make people feel better! I'm so glad I could help you. May our paths meet again!"

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Indeed their paths met again. She joined the dark brotherhood by accident and by the leader no less. Coming back to the lair, she heard Astrid and a familiar voice.

"Ugh, we have one Jester, but Cicero WILL be afforded the respect deserving his position as Keeper."

When she rounded the corner, she saw a familiar face and a familiar set of lilac and white. "Cicero? Oh Cicero! I knew I might see you again!"

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The two spent so long catching up. She watched him as he tended to the Mothers body. He watched as she was easily able to speak with the other members. He learned from her and she learned from him.

She was preparing to leave out for a mission. She was going to kill some person, oh well she would have to go back for this persons name. But behind her she could hear footsteps. "Hmm?"

Upon turning around, she met the gaze of her dear friend. "Oh! Hello Cicero! Come by to say good luck?" She had a smile on her face, but his face held not happiness or any type of joy. She couldn't place it, but her smile faded. "What's wrong Cicero?"

He met her eyes and weakly chuckled. "Oh (Y/N) poor Cicero came to say goodbye." She couldn't place it, but she could feel its double meaning.

"You mean, Cicero will see you later, right?" A solemn smile came across his lips as he reached out to cup her face.

"Oh my sweet sweet Listener. My sweet sweet (Y/N)." His voice dropped its normal facade that made her eyes widen in shock. "Only for you will I say, I will see you later." He leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead.

She didn't know what to do with herself. It appeared to be a declaration, but he did not stay to listen. He merrily skipped away chattering about the night mother. Despite her being able to bounce back from anything, this left her curious during her days of travel. She had a mission to complete and she would complete it.

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She came back to find out about the attack. Perhaps Cicero knew he might stand a chance of dying. She was sent to finish Cicero's life and find Astrids husband. He was always so serious. It left a bad taste in her mouth, but she knew the real reason she was going. If ever there was a chance to see Cicero again, surely she would. Perhaps she was being foolish in her cheery demeanor of that stupid wolf slain. But she still pressed forward to find Cicero. That wolf could wait. That would would surely die another day.

Perhaps Cicero truly feared for his life. The ghosts who were protecting him put up a good fight. Despite being the Listener, they still fought to protect him. She pushed forward regretting that she wasn’t there to protect Cicero. After all, Cicero was right about the family. He didn’t deserve to die and she wasn’t going to give Cicero what he didn’t deserve.

In a pool of his own blood is how she found him. Though he rambled on, she still pursued him.

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After the fall of Astrid and the reconstruction of the new base, she brought back Cicero. Despite what Nazeem may have felt or thought, he didn’t say much about the two of them.

Cicero serenaded her with twisted love songs.

She encouraged and praised him with his work and love.

Cicero strived to be pleasing to her and mother.

She understood his commitment to mother.

In the same stride, she would repeat what mother told her. Cicero had waited so long to hear mothers words. As mundane and job heavy as mother words were, he would dance excitedly every time she repeated mothers words.

Despite what others might think, Cicero has another side to him that only she was allowed to see.

Cicero has spent years serving mother and the dark brotherhood. Cicero would surely serve for years more. But Cicero has needs that he never got to explore. Until he met her.

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I hope this was something you liked. I tried to add a hint of what nsfw head cannons I have for him. I am still trying to figure out if I want to post nsfw on this page. But if I do, I will make one specifically for Cicero.

Thank you for your patience.

#Skyrim #cicero x reader #Cicero #skyrim headcanon #Skyrim Drabble #jester #fem!jester!reader #Skyrim ask

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List of responses to “don’t you fucking dare die on me— stay with me, you fucking asshole—” 

(tw: death)

“I love you. Now say it back.” “Please— stop talking, save it till we get you help—” “Say it back—“ “I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much, please don’t leave me—”

“Hey, at least I loved you till my very last breath, right? Like I had promised.”

“Y-you know… If there’s any place I know I’d rest easy, it would— it would be in your arms, where I’ve always… Always belonged.” 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t go to the very end with you.” 

“Funny how I said I’d drag you to hell with me yet I’m going to hell way earlier than you are.” “You— you idiot, this isn’t the time— just... Just shut up and stay with me, damn it—”

“Just know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Saying this before it’s too late… I’m grateful for you.”

“Kiss me one last time?” “No— no, this isn’t— it won’t be the last time—” “Just shut up and kiss me.” 

“Ha… I told you you’d outlive me.” 

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t miss me too much, okay?” 

“I like it better when you’re smiling, sunshine. Smile for me, please? Just so I can… Just so I can see it one last time.”

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List of “that’s how I want you to touch me” prompts

Character A guiding Character B’s hand to the right places; the places that get them going every time. 

“I don’t know… what if I fuck up and turn you off?” “I mean, I can teach you how I like it. Just follow my lead, yeah?” 

“Oh God, yes, just like that. Keep— keep going.” 

“Fuck, you’ve gotten so good at this.” 

“Am I doing this right?” “Y-yep. You’re doing great.” 

Character B making a whole ass fucking map of where they want Character A touching them. “This,” they say, pointing at the board. “This area? That’s where I go fucking wild. Touch me there and I’m all yours.” 

“Oh fuck me, you’re learning so well, aren’t you?” 

“Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” “Well, the noises you make are a pretty indication of how you like it.” “…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.” 

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” “O-Okay.” 

“Am I doing okay?” “Fuck, yes, you— you’re doing so good.”  

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Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from motivation to work on their WIPs

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing encouragement #writing #writing positivity #writing community #i would greatly appreciate it #I have a few things in progress

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Slow and Deliberate

Please minors do not read. This is an 🔞 story. It does not mention parts directly.

His hips snapped against hers in a deliberate way. The two were not in a rush, he just wanted to show her how much he loved her. Even if it meant taking his time to fully sheath himself into her. They were in her bed, somewhere they didn’t expect to be. Not when they were only meant to talk.

His hand rested against her cheek. His fingers curved with her face and he just loved how easily he could hold her face. His forehead was even pressed against hers. He just wanted to feel all of her. Maybe this would be the last time he could hold her like this. So his other hand held tightly to her waist, keeping himself up and memorizing all of her curves. His hips snapped against her again and he could feel her squeeze around him. It almost made him hope that her body was trying to remember this moment too. Maybe in the morning, when thinking back on this moment, she’d come back him. He didn’t think it was right to assume she would, but her gasps and moans have him hope.

She could feel his full weight over her. It wasn’t a bad thing, his skin was hot and it made her skin tingle like a blanket out of a dryer. With his face so close, she could feel his breath follow the curves of her lips and cheeks. It was almost like a kiss each time he let out a groan. Was he holding back? For sure he was. Their times together had been wild. This was something different.

Her hands rested on either side of his neck, pulling him closer than he could ever be. Even still she pulled him for a kiss, and he knew. Their lips collided in a hungry attempt to make up for their lost time. Would there be more? Another thrust of his hips, he ate up her moan. She wasn’t sure when this happened, all they were supposed to do was talk. She didn’t want this moment to end, but even with slow deliberate thrusts, it had to end somewhere.

#not sure how to tag this #break up #break up sex? #nsft concept #please help someone #no particular fandom #you can use whoever you want #slow and deliberate

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Honest

“How long have you felt this way?”

Silence. There was nothing that hurt worse than silence. It maintained a tingling pain throughout her chest. Her eyes wanted to release tears, but none fell. Her lips wanted to shout, but no words left their confines. Her skin wanted to be hot, but it just prickled with cold needles. She needed to save face, she was in the laundromat parking lot. People could only see her holding her phone in front of her, but would anyone ever truly know what was happening in this moment? Probably not.

“For a year and a half.”

“So what did you think would happen if you brought it up when you felt like that?” She knew the exact answer. Perhaps there was to much strain put on their relationship. Perhaps it was doomed from the beginning, not because it was long distance but because his family believed that they were destined for each other. What a destiny.

“That I would hurt you. That we would break up the group dynamic. That you would drink? That everyone would stick their nose in what happened.”

This was a reasonable fear. It was completely valid. But it didn’t make the tingling ease up. No. It made it worse. “Well, you’re the type of man to tell people to shut up and mind their own business. I would too. We don’t have to tell anyone. Am I hurt? Yes. But not because you feel like this. I’m hurt because you waited. You’ve said so yourself, ‘when I lose interest in something, I lose motivation and just stop doing whatever it is.’ You lost interest in this relationship, you lost motivation, but you kept this going. You wasted my time and you wasted your time.”

Taking a deep breath somehow made the pain worse. Perhaps it was pressing against her heart and perhaps it was the blood she could hear throbbing in her ears. “I am upset. But not because you feel like this. People drift apart and it’s ok. You said long distance relationships are doomed to fail from the beginning. Yet you pursued it with me, with no sign or word of how you truly felt. Now, I want you to be happy. Even if it isn’t with me. But take what I’m telling you to heart. Learn from it and apply it. Be honest with your person. I would have preferred you told me back then, versus now. Because we wouldn’t have wasted the time. It would have saved me the energy of keeping this relationship going.”

He was silent through it all. Perhaps he took this time to eat his Pizza Rolls. But he was silent and let her speak her peace. Maybe it was because she wasn’t yelling at him. In fact, she was relatively calm. Her voice was cracking, but under the circumstances, it was to be expected. But every once in a while, she would hear a sniffle. She did hope that he wouldn’t be as upset as her. She was glad that she decided to talk to him. She was glad that even though he didn’t want to, he still was willing.

“Now, if I have to be the bad guy I will. I think we should call it. And I think now is the time for you to express whatever you need to. Now is the time to be honest and let everything off your chest. I don’t want you to end up with regrets.”

Again there was silence. He always did take the time to pick his words. When his voice did pierce the silence, the tears that wanted to fall, finally fell. “You aren’t the bad guy. At least, you aren’t the sole cause of this. For any regrets, I have none except not having the courage to tell you sooner. I have no qualms about us being friends. You’re a wonderful person and you’ve shown that everyday. I think that’s it on my end really.”

It was her turn to be silent. She tried her best to regain her composure. She’s been through this before and still it hurt like a red barbed wire being dragged through her body. She had to end the call. There were more questions. There were things she needed closure on. But what would it matter now?

“Ok. Well I think I will need some time before I can talk to you again. So.. I’ll talk to you soon.” Her voice cracked and her automatic sniffle was apparent. She had hoped it didn’t pick up, but as loud as it was, it did.

“That’s fair. I am here for you if you need me. Ok?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“I’ll talk to you soon.”

The moment the call ended. A wail escaped her lips. She gripped her hair and leaned against the steering wheel. Her breathing was caught and hitched even though she tired to calm herself down. She had things to do.

It took a few minutes, but the tears stopped. She looked in the rear view mirror and saw her eyes were red and still watery. At this point who would care? Who would really care enough to ask? She had things to do. With a final wipe of her eyes, she opened the door and left the comfort of her car.

She had things to do. She had laundry to fold. She would be honest to herself later. But life moved on, and that was the honest truth of it.

#angst #break up #mini fic #reader x male #male x reader #long distance couple #long distance exes #long distance angst #honesty #self doubt #peaceful break up #writing #my writing #writing drabble #my life right now #writing to real #writing to vent #writing to cope

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I want a serial killer survivor. I feel like there is so much potential for new perks to be unlocked because, hey serial killer over here. Knows what the killers in game might be trying to do.

Also a snapped!innocent killer. Because hey, you don’t have to be ruthless to be considered a killer, Philip being one of those. (As far as his lore goes, I haven’t read any tomes).

#dbd #dbd ideas #dbd survivor #dbd killer #survivor ideas #killer ideas #please someone help me iron out these things

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Just so you are all aware, Christ did die for our sins! He is coming soon, so please my friends, accept Jesus into your hearts and admit that Christ is Lord! 😊 have a wonderful day!

#faith in jesus #accepted #Christ is Lord #love one another

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Eggs

My eggs this morning had a stronger connection to each other than my own relationship. Wish I woulda taken a picture, but they had cooked together on the edge. I went to flip them and both flipped. Wow unbreakable bond.

#eggs #breakfast #relationships #hungry #I have no one else to talk to

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Utterly Confused

He did everything he could to protect her. She had no idea why. She was able to hold her own and it left him dying so many times, more than was necessary. It even left David confused at the others foolish antics. Some joked that he was infatuated with her, but she simply shook her head each time it was mentioned. Surely he would have said something by now. After all, there was no shortage of time.

In this particular trial, he was doing the same antics he always did when he realized she were in the group. He had caught a glimpse of her when she knelt to work on a generator. Once she heard his scream, she knew it would be a long game. She could only hope the other two would rush to their generators and get them finished.

Two times already she had saved him from the hook. Whenever he acted like this, no one else would risk their skin to save him. So why did she?

Even with the disapproving look he always gave her when she saved him, she still shook her head and patched him up as best she could. He’d then push her towards the furthest generator. Which was never strategically good, but she’d still do it. For him. She’d never let his sacrifice be in vain.

So when she’d catch up with him at the campfire to try and thank him for keeping the team safe, he’d simply nod and turn away. Not uttering so much as a “your welcome” or “no problem.” It left her confused on how he viewed her.

On one hand, he always took the hit and agro. He always healed and saved her above anyone else. The way he held her hand to lead her to safety always made her heart flutter.

On the other hand, he’d never spoken more than two words her her at any given moment. He’d always just nod or shake his head. Even when she’d try to poke fun with him, he’d simply get up and walk away from her.

She didn’t know how he felt about her. Was she a friend? Just another survivor at the camp? Did he view her as anything more? Sometimes she’d sit alone and wonder if she was a drag on everyone. Maybe he took such initiative because she wasn’t as good as everyone else.

Sulking alone in the woods was never a good thing. There were stories of other survivors wondering and staying in the fog for to long and disappearing for good. But maybe it was for the best.

She knew how she felt about him. Even though he didn’t talk to her, he talked to the others. The way he smiled at their jokes and laugh made her jealous with envy. She could make him laugh too. Sometimes they’d find a dead crow in the woods that wasn’t too rotten. He was would cook it up just for everyone to have something else to do. He’d wrestle with the others out of sheer boredom. Her heart pang with disappointment. Wrestling for real or for fun, she wanted to engage with him. But anytime she’d wonder over, once his eye caught her, he’d excuse himself.

It left an empty feeling in her. She had others to talk to and to laugh with and to play cards or even mess with. But she longed for something that left her utterly confused. How did he feel about her? She could only hope that he felt something positive for her. Or else, it would be better to disappear. Maybe he wouldn’t die so often.

Making her way back to the camp, she steered clear of him. It had been an eternity in this place, but she knew that she cared for him deeply. Despite knowing how she felt, she would have to settle for what else he made her feel. Utterly confused.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dead by deadlight #dwight fairfield #jake park #ace visconti #asks open #dbd survivor #adam francis #bill overbeck #david tapp #quentin smith #jeff johnson #steve harrington #felix richter #leon scott kennedy #jonah vasquez #yoichi asakawa #vittorio toscano #renato lyra #dbd x reader #dbd x female!reader

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Throwback to one of my, personal best, works. If I recall this one correctly, it took me about a week to do and build up the courage to post it. 😊 I think I’ll eventually get back to maybe redrawing it? Who knows!

Me trying my best. Just like my man Bruno. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated! 😊

#possible redraw #bruno #encanto #yay for courage! #digital fanart #digital art #criticism #help help help

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Romance in Demand

Now that the new years were done and gone, a new holiday was in everyone’s sights. A day of forfeiting the fear and hate of the Entity. For some reason, it allowed its meals to participate in the holiday. Whether it would ever understand it’s purpose, no one was to know. But who cared?

Dwight Fairfield

Being here the longest, he wouldn’t know any other love trend other than telling his lover that he loved them. As red or weird as he looked doing it, it was the only way he knew how. He didn’t know about the 5 love languages. So whenever you show him yours, his heart does jump into his throat. It was so unique and lovely. But he still just tells you, “I-I love you!” A huge dorky smile on his face.

Jake Park

Most times he wants to be left alone. Today he just wants to be alone with you. He takes you to his spot. A place where he actually care for the crows that spot the realm. They’ve come to like him. And with you around, they come to like you too. He can generally tell who’s a good person or not by a crows reaction to a person. He had a doubt, but now, he knows. In this solace, as you coo at the crows, he sits and enjoys this peace.

Ace Visconti

He has so many words that even when your eyes roll he comes up with more to say. You know it’s all words and nothing really more. But his actions are what make you believe the love he does feel for you. Though he could tell you on a normal day he loves you, it’s when he holds your hand that you know. So today, when he takes your hand again and you both dance. By the campfire, people can watch and enjoy. But the two of you know the real truth. It’s no show, but it is a show love.

Adam Francis

He’s never been one for the expressive voice of his feelings. He only really enjoyed reading about them. He read everything and studied how it brought out emotion in the people who read them. So he took the time to write out even thing he could think of about you. Sometimes you made him frustrated and sometimes you made him feel inadequate. But the way you two would talk it out made his heart know you were the one. His words were no where near the greats, but that didn’t matter. Not to him.

Jeffery Johansen

He may not have lived the worst life, but it was a tough life. He still chose to find his peace in any medium he could. This world prevented most, so he grew in charcoal. Sometimes he would draw his parents, sometimes his old rescue, most times he drew you. You wouldn’t always notice or even remember, but he made sure to save them all. Even on this day, it was no different. Only he drew you with his rescue, back in the world. Perhaps if things could be different, he could really show you his talents.

Felix Richter

It was almost torture to not have much to read or observe. He felt alone. He didn’t have great social skills to connect with the others, but you didn’t care it seemed. You brought him so far, and he wouldn’t have betray this gift from you. Though he read only historical and architectural books, he spoke with Adam about fictional works. He spoke with Ace to learn more about the words of affection. In the end, he grew to give you everything you might have needed. He spoke rough poetry to you, expressing his love. It did leave him short of breath, but your hands in his made him know he did well.

Jonah Vasquez

He’s no man of words but of proven math and science. This whole holiday was irrationally stupid. But the way your eyes glowed at the thought, well, he wouldn’t shut down that feeling. Trying everything in his ability, he is able to come up with a corny way to showcase his love to you. A simple piece of paper that, when folded correctly, looked like a declaration of love. But expanded was a problem that wasn’t meant to be solved. Seeing you try your hardest though brought a smile to his face.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dead by deadlight #dwight fairfield #dbd survivor #jake park #ace visconti #dwight x reader #dbd jake x reader #ace x reader #adam Francis #Adam x reader #jeff johansen #Jeff x reader #felix richter #Felix x reader #jonah vasquez #jonah x reader #valentines

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May I pls get some Jonah Vasquez x reader this man needs more love there is nothing on him

831…143

He was at a lost for words. Not that words were his strong suit, but he felt that he should have said something. He stood before her, hands extended, fists opening and closing. Why was he so awkward? The world of physics, numbers, and math had no room for emotional error. It always told the truth and there was a solace in figuring out problems. Even when last lesson taught him to examine a problem from different views, he couldn’t wrap his head around what was going on before him. 

She was before him. Her hands to her face. Whether or not she was crying or simply embarrassed was beyond him. She was just stood before him. Perhaps he if he took her in his arms and held her tight, she would know what she meant to him. Surely it couldn’t be that easy. He was almost positive that he had seen that work in a movie. No, that was a movie. Movies tried to portray reality, but not the truth of reality. There was hardened code in mathematics. It wouldn’t be that easy with feelings. 

“I think I need a bit to process. I’m... I’m sorry. Excuse me please.” With that he took a step forward and passed her. They stood some ways in the woods, and he left her there, walking further into the woods. 

He rushed to a spot he made his own. A secondary camp if he described it to anyone. Around it was clusters of codes, equations, and even his own theories. Normally he would take great care with where he stepped. This was obvious by the blank patterns dotted around the writing. Instead, he trampled his work. He kicked up the dirt with each step. He was dragging around because he didn’t know what else to do with himself. Normally, he was calm, collected, and logical. Yet everything going on was anything but logical.

In a fit of frustration, he tossed off his sunglasses and even his small tablet. He always had it with him to study the code that sent him to this place. He felt cursed and the only way out was to break the code. He collapsed to his knees and just stared at his destroyed work. 

He stayed kneeled on the ground for a while. There was no passage of time in this place, so who knows how long he sat in his own thoughts. He was just able to process things faster when his body shut down. Now that he was able to process, he had come up with different codes that made more sense to him. It was simplistic in nature, but it was how he viewed his relationship with her. 

She was his everything in this world. She was everything in his very existence. How they would have met is beyond him, but he is thankful he met her. She was defiantly a wonder beyond everyone else. She understood him. She tried for him. Every time he was explaining something to her, she would stare at him with a blank and frightened look. But still, she urged him to go on. Even if she didn’t understand, she tried to. She would ask questions. She would urge him to shut down and explore his mid. She was there to tell him to relax. She took care of him in ways he never realized. In ways he didn’t realize he depended on. 

He stood and picked up his sunglasses and tablet. He realized he had left her to her own feelings. More than likely to believe he rejected her confession of love. How shameful. Instead of taking more time to think things through, all that ran through his mind was to get to her. ‘831…143…831…143…’ He ran to her. 

She was where he expected her to be. Back at the campfire where they were all listening to Vittorio Toscano teach his spells. Even with magic it was all numbers. But there she was, sat on the ground with her back against her best friends legs. Suddenly his courage was not so strong. 

He just stood in the background. Pacing and watching her. He got a few glances from the others. Even Vittorio was looking at him strangely. But they all tossed it up to him being in one of his binding moments of chaos. Trying to make order from seemingly nothing. 

The voice in the back of his head spoke up again. ‘831…143…831…143…’ If she truly loved him. If she truly paid attention to his ramblings and teachings. She would understand. So he stopped, took long strides over to her and sat beside her. She looked over at him, her eyes seemed puffy. A pang ran in his heart, but he didn’t look away for a moment. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to leave for so long.” 

His voice was just a whisper, but she heard him clearly. She nodded. She hung onto the moment like she did earlier. Eager and terrified at the same time. But she watched as he leaned forward to the dirt, his finger drawing in the sand. 

831, 143 

A curious moment of silence between the two. Everyone else was engrossed in Vittorio’s lesson that no one took notice. But in the shared silence, she looked up at him with a bright smile. One that didn’t match her puffy eyes, but he swore to never see her eyes like this again. He would never make her cry. He would never make her hurt. He would forever love her. 

831…143

#dead by deadlight #dbd #dead by daylight Jonah #jonah vasquez #Jonah x reader #dbd x reader #anon ask #asks open #hope you like it! #jonah being a real nerd #i love him so much

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Ideas

I have so many ideas that I can start, but not finish. I will settle down eventually.

#lazy #lazy writing #ideas galore #fic ideas #what fandom #to write for #choosing is hard

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This is my chiefs mushroom from a dnd campaign I’m in. The group left this with him so they can communicate. It’s adorable that they change to match their owner

#dnd stuff #dnd #dnd campaign #dnd characrers chief #barbarian

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Lost, Alone, and Afraid

The shadow of the rain poured itself over his form. He was not asleep, no. He hadn’t been asleep in a long while. Days at least. Still he laid in their shared bed, back towards her spot and facing the window and door.

She’d always argue that she didn’t want to wake him if she needed to get out of bed. He assured her that he’d rather her be safe behind him. In the event of an intruder, he would lay down his life. He was fine with it.

The sting in his chest coursed through again. He groaned shifting his weight to sit up. “Fine.” It flashed in his head over and over. Their shared home. Their shared life. Yet this was how it ended.

The room was empty. For his safety at the request of her family. Couldn’t he just have something of hers? No. Surely not. “(Y/N).” This was all he had. “(Y/N).”

Over and over again he spoke to the empty room. Each time his resolve cracking. Each time hearing her respond with the wind outside. She was lost. She was outside, lost and afraid. “(Y/N).” The door was cracked open and he longed to see her shadow walk down the hall and through the door. But it stayed still. Even the gentle breeze of the heat kicking didn’t cause it to stray.

“(Y/N).” The crack in his voice forced him to his knees on the floor. He tried so hard to keep strong, to hold face against the memories of that night. But it was all his fault. Another pang of guilt and sadness rushed through his body.

Even if he could push himself up, he wouldn’t even try. He lay on the floor, curled into a ball screaming out. It wasn’t fair. It was one fight. It was one word that sent her on her way. “Fine.”

The door slammed and she had left. Where she was going? He never got an answer. Only the call that she was in an accident. How he prayed she would be ok, but she had slid so far in the rain.

“(Y/N)!” He didn’t make it in time to say goodbye. He didn’t protect her like he always promised. No, instead he unknowingly sent her away. He didn’t mean it, yet here he was. Alone. Lost. And afraid.

He longed to hear her voice again. To hold her in his arms. He prayed to find a way to let go but he’d often stop and wonder: did he want to move on? Each time he called out to her, he just wanted her to respond.

He tried to call out her name again but the ball of nerves in his throat prevented it. He tried to breath through it, and it stung as each molecule of air passed. Still in his mind he called to her.

If he could only say he was sorry. At least tell her that he did love her. He didn’t want the last word to her to be fine.

He still called for her. From the day he lost her until now he called for her. He wanted her to come home. He didn’t want her to be lost, alone, and afraid.

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