#'yes it's recess time but you can't play with your friends'

[your-absent-father]

Children in writing: my personal pet peeves

Okay, some might know that I work as an elementary school aid, done it on and off since I was 19, so I have the credits lol. Last december I even got my trade school papers for it. I preface this this way bwcause I have worked with shitton of kids, and will in a future. My background also means that I am very quick to notice when people don't interact with kids that much.

Even the savant syndrome kid is still a kid

One thing that annoys the hell out of me is when the 8 year old smart kid character acts like a 32 year old with all the emotional cababilities it entails. Yes, some kids have an higher intelligence, emotional or otherwise, but in the core of them, they are a kid. They get temper tantrums, they are in awe of new discoveries, they love to play in their own way.

For example, the class I'm in now, we have a kid I will call James. James is raised by his grandparents and it shows in everything he does. He is an old soul, always getting striaght As and almost helping the adults in conflicts. James also giggles as I race with him during recess, he sulks like a kid after not getting what he wanted and laughs really hard at fart jokes. He is 8 even if he has an emotional intelligence of an older kid.

Children are sponges, in bad and good

Speaking of James, he is a great example of children being sponges. This 8 year old, he uses terms like "gosh darn it" or "welp, it is what it is", terms I could see his farmer grandpa using. When he is stressed, he poses like a 73 year old looking at a broken tracktor. You can see his grandpa in him clearly.

I want to say it because a lot of people only write like "I am bad because my dad was bad" characters, even though it isn't that simple moat of the time, and children being sponges could be used in so many different ways, and not just bad.

Kids knowing big words doesn't always mean they are smart

This adds into the "kids are sponges" segment. Lot of kids, especially now, pick up different words, some very difficult, but they themselves don't know what they mean. Just today I had to explain what a dictator meant to a kid talking about North Korea. (That is an other thing too I like to add: kids try to explain with their own understandkng of the world what things they don't understand are)

Children's are adults in progress

Thus is a thing that peeves me the most of all, because a lot of people think children are thing entire different entity than adults. I like to explain it in videogame logic, like as a kid you are doing the first levels and progressing trough. You still the same character at the core of it, you just leveled up and got new tricks up your sleeve. Children are humans, they aren't that difficult to comprehend.

kids with disabilities have presonalities

Omg I am such a passionate person towards this, especially because I am specialized in special ed. It annoys me in no end when a special ed kid's presonality is "ehh they are disabled?". Every single special ed kid I have been with have different personalities and likes and dislikes, if they can't show it to you themselves. I don't think I have met two disabled kids (nor adults) with same personalities, even if they have exact same disability.

In the class I am in now, James's best friend is this kid named Jackie. I don't know Jackie's diagnosis but she can't walk straight, and uses multiple walking aids when her legs hurt too bad. She can't talk very well, struggling with her speak. Still, those things weren't the first thing I'd use to describe her. I'd describe her as a dramaqueen, always ready to complain about something, i'd describe her as a sporty, always running after her friends, even if she is much slower than others. I'd describe her as kindhearted, and clingy as she is always ready for a hug. Her disability is n intergal part of her but not everything.

I could complain about this all day. I have worked with kids and adults with disabilities and they have all been do different from each other (like able bodied people). Maybe another post lol.

Okay rant over.

Tldr: Chldren are humans too. Lol

#writing advice #writeblr #eve rambles #wip #writing kids #writing

[doumadono]

Warnings: violence, viking!Dabi, viking!Shoto, earl!All Might, viking!Hawks, viking!Natsuo, fem!reader, viking themes, viking!Bakugo, viking!Kirishima, blood and injuries, gore, childbirth, Shoto is a massive jerk

Summary: months after Touya's death, you finally convince Hawks to take you to the place where your beloved man passed away. Upon returning, overwhelmed by unbearable sorrow, you give birth prematurely, and it's clear who the father is. Little did you know, an envoy saw Shoto and brought some important news

Word count: circa 8,4k

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KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU • MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

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ACT VI - THE PAST NEVER DIES

7 MONTHS LATER

Lying in bed, the white sheets felt crisp against your skin, almost blinding when you first opened your eyes. A gentle smile adorned your lips as a powerful, calloused hand reached out, delicately brushing a strand of your Y/H/C hair off your cheek. Turquoise eyes, wise and filled with affection, met yours. Touya smiled, his long fingers tracing the contours of your face.

"Do you know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life?" he rasped, his voice carrying the remnants of a fading dream.

You nodded, recalling the numerous times he had expressed the same sentiment before.

"I mean it," Touya insisted. "I always thought Christian women were average, but you, my love, you're beyond beauty. You're a goddess. I can't take my eyes off you."

A soft smile played on your lips as you took his hand in yours, bringing it to your lips to kiss the place where scarred skin met healthy flesh.

Touya hummed, his gaze fixed on you. "I still can't comprehend why you love me. I held you captive. I ripped you out of your land. And I look like a monster."

Frowning, you moved, sitting up with a quilt pressed to your naked chest. "Stop it. You're not a monster in any way. Yes, our beginning was rough, but looking back, I am grateful you did it. There was nothing waiting for me there but an arranged marriage to some older man and a life of ordinary domesticity, taking care of kids and a homestead."

Touya grinned softly, his turquoise eyes holding a warmth that spoke of relief. "I'm happy you're not holding any grudges."

Shaking your head, you moved closer to him, laying your head against his scarred chest adorned with staples. "You're not only my lover. You're my best friend," you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to his chest.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, fingers slowly rubbing the naked flesh, his quiet hum resonating within his chest with every breath he took. "So are you. You're the only one I trust."

Feeling his fingers lift your chin, you met his gaze before he pulled you even closer, brushing his slightly chapped lips against yours.

"Always," he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Tilting your head, you looked at him quizzically. "Hmmm?"

"I'll always love you, no matter what," he declared, his words filled with a sincerity that lingered in the air.

Leaning in to kiss him again, you felt his arm, still wrapped around you, suddenly go limp. Frowning, you looked down at him, only to find a pool of blood where Touya, your beloved man, once lay. He vanished like a fleeting mist.

Your heart pounded within your chest, a sudden fear gripped you as you called his name with all your might. "Touya! Touya!!!"

The room darkened, as if happiness had fled through the window, replaced by an ominous void. A sudden, searing pain gripped your abdomen. Clutching your stomach, you clenched your teeth, hissing as the unbearable pain washed over you. Trembling with waves of agony, you began screaming, choking on your own tears. "Touya! Save me, please!"

And then, abruptly, you woke up, gasping for air, the vivid nightmare fading into the recesses of your mind.

You looked aside, your gaze settling on Shoto sleeping peacefully by your side, one hand slipped under his head. 

A scornful glare crossed your features as you pondered the man who had used you so many times, who hadn't hesitated to raise both hand and voice at you, the man who forced you to become his concubine. It baffled you that he could sleep so soundly.

How could he find peace in slumber when his hands were stained with the blood of his own father and older brother? The memories of his mistreatment of Natsuo, treating him like a discarded piece of trash on a daily basis, flashed before your eyes. You couldn't comprehend how he managed to find solace in sleep, bearing the weight of so many innocent souls on his shoulders. He had killed his own warriors, loyal to his father, without a second thought. The toll on Skjaldvargr was evident, with the population dwindling by half in the past month alone.

Shoto's apparent solution, letting cutthroats and offscourings from other settlements live among his subjects, only fueled your frustration. The ease with which he dismissed the lives lost and the suffering inflicted upon his own people left you in disbelief. As you watched him sleep, a bitter taste filled your mouth, knowing that the man beside you was responsible for a cascade of pain and death that stained the land.

With a heavy sigh, you touched your round belly, feeling the slight kick from your unborn child. "Hush, hush, my sweet child," you whispered, a tinge of sadness adorning your voice. "It's okay, we're good."

The revelation of your pregnancy had shaken your world. Torn between love for the life growing beneath your heart and a deep loathing, your emotions were a tumultuous storm. Shoto, forcing you to lay with him shortly after you lost your innocence to Touya, clouded the paternity of the child. The uncertainty haunted you, and you couldn't be sure whose blood flowed through the veins of the little one.

Praying dearly to Freya, you wished the child belonged to Dabi, not Shoto. The complexities of your emotions were woven into the fabric of each whispered prayer, as you cradled the tiny life within you, caught in the tangled web of past choices and an uncertain future.

Shoto stirred by your side, slowly opening his mismatched eyes, casting you a cold glance. "Why are you not sleeping?" he asked with an air of indifference.

Rubbing your belly, you spared him a brief glance. "The baby was kicking," you lied.

With a growl, Shoto sat up and pushed your hand off your belly, replacing it with his own. He rubbed soothing circles around the bump. "It's okay, little one, daddy's here."

A gag reflex surged within you upon hearing those words. Excusing yourself, you pushed his hand off your tummy and swung your legs off the bed, slowly getting up. "I need fresh air," you said simply, wrapping a thick bear fur around your shoulders.

Shoto scoffed. "You should be resting, Y/N. If you don't want to care about yourself, that's fine. I couldn't care less. But my baby needs some peace. Don't be fucking long," he growled, laying his head back on the pillow.

Without another word, you left the room as you sought solace in the cool night air, the thick bear fur offering little comfort against the chill that now surrounded you.

The guards in the throne chamber greeted you with acknowledging nods as you passed by.

The night air was cold, and tiny snowflakes swirled on a chilly northern breeze as you made your way through the Great Hall.

With a heavy sigh, you rested your back against the wall of the longhouse, your breath visible in the cold air with each exhale. The silence of the night surrounded you until a familiar voice broke through.

"My lady? Are you okay?" The figure emerged from the shadows, and before you could see his face, you nodded.

"Yes, Keigo. It's okay."

"Shall I wake the earl up?" the blonde-haired man asked, finally stopping beside you.

You shook your head. "No. We just talked."

As much as you harbored resentment towards Hawks for blindly following all of Shoto's orders, you knew the young man didn't have much of a choice. Natsuo had shared stories with you. Hawks, being older than Shoto and one of Endeavor's most loyal warriors, spent a significant amount of time around the young prince. He taught Shoto how to wield an axe and sword, how to fight, and how to survive in the cruel world. Endeavor's lack of time for his own children made Shoto grow fond of his older "colleague," and vice versa. 

"You can't sleep again?" he asked, noting the weariness in your eyes.

You nodded quietly, your expression revealing the traces of a restless night. "Yeah, another nightmare with Touya," you confessed softly.

At the mention of Touya's name, a wave of emotions washed over you, and a few tears rolled down your pale cheeks. In an effort to regain composure, you bit your own knuckle, a physical anchor against the overwhelming memories.

Hawks watched you with a heavy heart, his concern deepening. “My lady, maybe…”

You shook your head in response. "Keigo, can I ask you for a favor?" you asked him.

The blonde-haired man furrowed his brows upon hearing your words but nodded slowly.

"Keigo, can you take me to the place where Touya died?" you asked, your voice steady but carrying the weight of the emotions you had long suppressed.

Hawks looked at you, concern etched across his features and a slight frown crossing his forehead. "Why would you want to go there, my lady?"

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze. "I need closure, Keigo. For months, I've been haunted by the memories. I can't move on until I confront the reality of where it happened. I just... I just need to see this place. I want to pray there. I just... I just need it."

He sighed, realizing the depth of your pain. "Are you sure about this? It won't be easy, my lady, as the earl surely won't let you go."

You nodded, your eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and resolution. "I have to do this. It's the only way I'll find the closure I've been seeking for months."

Keigo stood before you, torn between his loyalty to his earl and the plea you bestowed upon him. The weight of your words seemed to reopen old wounds that he had long tried to bury. "I'll see what I can do, my lady," he finally said, nodding his head with a conflicted expression.

He left just like that, leaving you alone in the quiet night.

Alone, you rubbed your tummy softly, seeking solace in the warmth beneath your hand. "Save us, Freya," you whispered as you hoped for protection and guidance in the tumultuous journey that lay ahead. “Save us from Shoto.”

7 MONTHS EARLIER

When Touya woke up, all he could think of was pain. Unbearable, burning pain that seemed to spread all over his body, with a particular intensity in his legs, even though they mostly felt numb. 

The first moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. Strange faces surrounded him, leaning down, their hands touching his face and shoulders. A potent herbal scent enveloped him, making him want to cough and vomit.

The women treating his wounds seemed a little scared, their eyes betraying a mix of apprehension and discomfort at his appearance. This made Touya not only feel uneasy but also fueled his desire to leave this unfamiliar place as soon as possible. 

One day, when Touya awoke to find Earl Yagi Toshinorison by his bedside, he immediately understood his surroundings. He was in Toshinorison's settlement, known as Hvinverjadalr.

"It's good to see you awake," Earl Toshinorison greeted with a warm smile as he approached the young man lying in bed. "Are you feeling well today?"

Dabi, still recovering, looked up at the earl and responded with a hint of sorrow in his voice, "I feel pain, my lord. The wounds are healing, but it will take time."

Earl Toshinorison gazed sternly at Dabi, his eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and authority. He raised his hand, gesturing to the maids who were tidying the chamber. "Leave us," he ordered with a commanding tone.

The maids exchanged uneasy glances before hurriedly exiting the room, leaving the Earl and Dabi alone in the dimly lit chamber. 

Silence lingered for a moment before Dabi broke it. "What happened?" he asked, his memory clouded with fragments of being sent north by his father, along with his younger brother and a contingent of warriors.

Earl Toshinorison, known for his calculating mind, cocked an eyebrow, considering Dabi's question. The earl regarded the injured man with a measured expression, his voice calm. "You were found by two of my warriors under a cliff, accompanied by the lifeless body of a massive wolf," he disclosed, his eyes studying the scarred features of the man before him. 

The revelation hung in the air, a puzzle waiting to be solved. The details surrounding the scene raised Dabi's questions. "I... I don't remember..." he whispered.

"I need you to tell me everything you remember," the older man commanded, his voice firm yet tinged with curiosity.

Dabi, looking perplexed, met the earl's gaze. "The only thing I remember is being sent by my father north, along with my younger brother and our warriors, my lord."

The earl cocked an eyebrow, a calculated look in his eyes. "And who's your father?"

"Endeavor is my father."

Toshinorison jolted up from his chair, a frown crossing his forehead as he processed the unexpected revelation. "Endeavor? You're Endeavor's son?"

Dabi nodded solemnly. "I am. My name's Touya. I'm Endeavor's eldest son."

The revelation lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the room. The gravity of the truth seemed to echo through the walls.

Toshinorison sat back down, his gaze focused on Dabi's face as he spoke, "I'd never thought in my wildest dreams I'd have one of the most skilled warriors of Denmark under my roof." A soft smile played on the earl's lips, a genuine appreciation for the warrior's capabilities evident in his eyes.

Dabi nodded, acknowledging the earl's words. Gratitude shone in his eyes as he thanked Yagi. However, he wasted no time in getting to the pressing matter on his mind. "When will I be able to return back to my settlement?" he inquired, his tone a blend of eagerness and caution, uncertain of what the future held.

Earl Toshinorison looked down at Dabi, a solemn expression clouding his features. "Touya, your injuries are serious," he began, his voice carrying a weight of concern. "I won't allow you to leave until your body is fully healed."

Dabi met the earl's gaze, a mix of defiance and frustration in his eyes. "I appreciate the hospitality, my lord, but I've got responsibilities back at my settlement. I need to return."

The earl nodded understandingly. "I comprehend your predicament, but I cannot permit you to depart in such a state. Your health is of utmost importance. Once you're well, I'll personally ensure you're escorted safely back to your settlement."

Dabi's scowl deepened, but he couldn't deny the genuine concern in the earl's eyes. "And how long is that going to take?"

Toshinorison sighed, his gaze unwavering. "As long as it takes, Touya. I won't risk your life by sending you out prematurely. Your well-being is my priority now. With broken legs that would take several months to heal."

Dabi's frustration erupted. "A few months?!" he exclaimed, sitting up with a grunt, his face contorted with pain. "I don't have that much time, my lord. They must've thought I died."

Earl Toshinorison gently pushed the scarred man's shoulder, compelling him to lay back down. "Easy. I promise I'll send an envoy to let your people and father know you're alive," the older man reassured. "But, as I said, you need to stay with us a little longer. Once you'll be able to walk, I'll admit my best warriors to help you regain your fighting prowess."

Dabi nodded gratefully as earl Yagi got up. "Thank you, my lord."

Earl Toshinorison smiled faintly, nodding his head before he exited the chamber, leaving Dabi alone with his thoughts.

It took Hawks a few days to set everything in motion for the trip with you. The blonde-haired Viking hesitated to bring it up with his earl, struggling to find the courage. 

Fortunately, the situation became more manageable when Shoto departed to meet earl Gizzor, who resided in the northern part of Sweden. 

This afforded Hawks the opportunity to make the necessary arrangements without drawing undue attention to your impending journey.

Natsuo attempted to dissuade you from the idea, expressing concern about the risk involved in such a trip given your advanced stage of pregnancy. However, you were adamant and chose not to heed his advice.

One afternoon, the thralls assisted you in donning warm clothes, while Natsuo helped Keigo prepare a horse – a stallion that had once belonged to Touya.

"Don't try anything," Endeavorson snarled quietly, ensuring the proper placement of a snaffle on the stallion.

Keigo frowned at the younger man. "What was that supposed to mean?"

"I don't trust you," Natsuo replied, his expression tense. "I expect you to take good care of Y/N during this trip."

"Of course I will," Keigo retorted, his brow furrowed. "I serve the earl as best as I can."

"Of course, you do," Natsuo growled, his gaze intense. "If a single hair falls off her head..."

"Then what, my lord?" Keigo asked, his tone challenging. "What will you do?"

"I'll kill you." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the seriousness of the responsibility Keigo now carried for your safety.

Keigo scoffed and casually walked closer to Natsuo. "Don't forget, my lord, that earl Shoto ordered me to take care of his concubine," he reminded with a wry tone. "So, do not fret, she's under good care."

As Keigo delivered his reassurance, you left the longhouse and headed towards the stable, where you found the men. "I'm ready," you announced, a sense of determination in your voice as you prepared for whatever lay ahead.

Keigo assisted you onto the horse, ensuring you were comfortable in the saddle. Soon, he mounted his own mare, a skilled rider at ease with his steed.

Natsuo walked over to you, his touch soft as he stroked your knee. "Be careful, Y/N. Stay close to him," he urged, casting a glance towards Keigo. 

The hawk-eyed warrior, however, shook his head disapprovingly, silently expressing his disagreement with Natsuo's wry comment.

You nodded at Natsuo, promising to stay out of trouble. 

Endeavorson acknowledged with a subtle nod and moved aside.

Hawks took the reins, urging his horse forward, and you followed closely behind.

The ride stretched across nearly two days, each passing hour marked by your repeated requests to halt. The biting cold gnawed at your bones, and bouts of dizziness swept over you, making it challenging to endure the relentless journey. The unforgiving weather seemed determined to test your resilience, forcing frequent pauses as you battled against the elements.

The landscape unfolded before you in a blur, a monotonous panorama of snow-covered terrain and desolate wilderness. The horses pressed on, their breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air. The repetitive rhythm of hooves against the frozen ground echoed the weariness that settled in your bones.

Each break served as a temporary respite from the relentless cold, a chance to regain your bearings before the journey resumed.

The trip passed mostly in silence, a thick tension hanging in the air. You found yourself at a loss for words, unsure of what to tell Hawks. There were things you assumed he knew, things you suspected he did, and the unspoken assumptions lingered between you like a heavy fog.

The rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves filled the air as Hawks finally mustered the courage to breach the unspoken divide. "How is it between you and earl Shoto?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chilly silence.

You glanced at him, the weight of the unspoken hanging in the air. "Complicated," you replied, choosing a word that barely scratched the surface of the intricate web of emotions.

Hawks raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and concern in his gaze. "Complicated how?"

You scoffed at his question, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "Are you seriously asking me how it is with him? You well know how. He's ruthless, and it doesn't change when we're alone. No, instead, he's even worse than when we're around people. I know he doesn't care about me. All he cares about is power and the fact I might be pregnant with his child. If it turns out it's Touya's, I'm sure he'll order his men to kill me and the child. So, nothing good is awaiting me," your voice carried a heavy burden of sorrow. "Even if the child is his, I'm sure he'll take the kid away from me and exile me," you added, resignation coating your words. "Either way, I'm fucked up, Takami."

He nodded thoughtfully, the lines on his face deepening. "I see."

The quiet lingered again, the horses' hooves maintaining a steady rhythm. The unspoken truths hovered in the air.

Hawks finally stopped his horse and dismounted.

Your horse halted as well, and Keigo, with a silent understanding, moved to assist you off its back.

Hawks pointed his chin north, indicating a small prominence in the distance. "It's there," he said, gesturing with a subtle nod. Without further words, he began walking in that direction, and you followed, the crunching of snow beneath your boots filling your ears. 

Hawks stopped at the top of a small hill, near a cliff. "That's where he fell," he explained, his gaze fixed on the spot below.

You hesitated, feeling the strength drain from your knees as you slowly approached the edge. As you looked down, the world seemed to blur, and a wave of emotions crashed over you, a mix of fear and sorrow.

Hawks reacted swiftly, rushing to you with concern etched on his face. He wrapped his hands around your frame, providing support and shielding you from the potential of falling. 

The warmth of his touch and the protective embrace offered a fleeting sense of security amid the storm of uncertainties that surrounded you.

“Y/N,” Hawks whispered quietly. “Do you want to sit down?”

You shook your head, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. "I can't, Keigo... How... how could that have happened?" you asked him, your voice choked with disbelief as you clutched his forearm. "He is... he was a great warrior..." Strong sobs shook your body, the weight of the loss pressing down on you like an unbearable burden.

As you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks, he felt the weight of your grief and the burden of his past deeds pressing on him. The realization of the consequences of his actions began to dawn on him, and he started to rethink the choices that led to this moment. A somber silence settled between you, echoing the heaviness of the loss and the reevaluation of past decisions in the cold air.

You slowly sank down to your knees, not minding the cold snow beneath you. Pressing your hands to your heart, you gasped for air, the freezing wind ruffling your Y/H/C hair. "I know I shouldn't be crying over a man who ripped me off my land, but I forgave him long ago, and I love him so dearly... I forever will," you whined, the weight of conflicting emotions pulling at your chest as grief and love intertwined in a tangled dance. "I just wish I could tell him how much he means to me... to us," you added, gently rubbing your baby bump. With an empty gaze, you looked into the white void surrounding you. "I don't exist without him. I don't want to live without him." The words carried a profound ache, echoing the depths of your love and the fear of a future without the one who had become an integral part of your existence.

"Y/N..." Hawks whispered, placing his reassuring hand to your shoulder. "We should go back."

You looked at Hawks, your eyes demanding answers. "What happened here, Keigo?" you asked directly, the urgency and concern evident in your tone. "I know... I just feel in my bones you're not honest with me."

Hawks hesitated, reluctance painted across his features. "It was nothing," he replied vaguely, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Nothing?" you scoffed, frustration lacing your words. "You can't just stand by and watch Shoto destroy your settlement. Are you blind, Hawks? Blind to the destruction he causes, the lives he ruins?" The disappointment in your voice was palpable. "I may not be one of you, I'm a foreigner, that's true, but even to me, Skjaldvargr became home, and it truly hurts to witness it sinking under the spearheading of Shoto. Keigo, we need to stop him," you dared to say through sobs, raising your head to look into the man's golden eyes.

You saw Keigo hesitating, and deep inside, you sensed that a part of him agreed with your words. However, he remained silent.

Lowering your head, hot tears gouged trails in your pale cheeks, falling to the frozen ground beneath you. "He's going to get rid of us all once he doesn't find a purpose for us anymore. Mark my words," you whispered, the weight of your foreboding sinking into the cold, silent air.

Keigo suddenly opened up, his usual guarded demeanor faltering for a moment. "Look, Y/N, it's not that I can't see the destruction. It's just... I'm bound by loyalty. Loyalty to Shoto, even to his father Endeavor, may Allfather let his soul rest. As a warrior, it's not easy to defy the orders of those you've sworn allegiance to. I've known Shoto for a long time, since he was a little child, and I watched him grow. He's a fierce leader, a warrior of unmatched skill. And I swear to my life that I'll protect him." He sighed, conflicted emotions evident in his eyes. "But I do see your point. I can't ignore the destruction, the pain he's causing. It's tearing me apart too."

You slowly got up, looking up at the warrior. "Keigo," you whispered, your voice filled with a newfound understanding. "At first, I thought you were just a dumb marionette in the hands of Shoto, and I hated you with every fiber of my being. But now, I understand. There's only one way you can be freed, and that's by defeating Shoto. Do you think that's what Endeavor would want for his people, for his home?"

Keigo lowered his head, a heavy sigh escaping him. "Y/N, I've questioned my loyalty before, but it's not that simple. Defeating Shoto would mean betraying everything I've known, the code I've lived by. It's not just about me; it's about the years of service, the bonds forged in battles. But," he hesitated, glancing at you, "I can't ignore the destruction he's causing."

You looked up at him with sparks of hope in your eyes. "We need to do something. I don't ask you to stab him in the back. All I ask of you is not to stand in my way when I finally get a plan."

Keigo shook his head, and after a heavy sigh, and a moment of silence, he nodded, a subtle agreement to support your efforts.

You rubbed his shoulder gently. "Thank you for showing your true self, Takami," you expressed, a subtle gratitude in your touch. Glancing back above your shoulder, you shivered, not only from the overwhelming cold but also from the uneasy feeling building within your gut. "Let's get back home, shall we?" 

Keigo nodded, and you both slowly descended the little hill. 

However, you suddenly stopped. "Can you wait by the horses? I want to make a prayer," you asked, looking at him earnestly.

He agreed with a solemn nod, giving you the space you needed for your moment of reflection.

You found yourself in a white void, tiny snowflakes swirling in the cold breeze all around you. As you began to pray, your words were carried away by the frigid wind. "Oh, Allfather, hear my plea," you whispered, your voice merging with the stillness of the snowy expanse. "Grant my beloved Touya the rest among his ancestors in Valhalla. May he find solace and honor in the halls of the fallen warriors. Allfather," you continued, the words escaping your lips in the icy stillness, "grant Touya and Endeavor a reunion among the hallowed halls of your kingdom. Let them feast among the brave warriors, reunited in the afterlife. May their spirits know peace and camaraderie beyond the troubles of this world. I beseech you, Allfather, heed this prayer and let their souls find solace, together."

Your gaze shifted to the heavens. "Freya, goddess of love and guidance, lend me your strength. Guide me through the tumultuous path ahead. Even though I used to be a Christian, I am willing to pay with my life if needed. I believe in the power of your wisdom and protection. Help me, guide me, as I navigate the challenges that lay ahead. In your names, I find strength and solace."

With that, you let the silent void envelop you once more, the cold winds carrying your earnest plea into the vast expanse of the unknown.

Keigo waited for you and walked you back to the horses. With a gentle assist, he helped you mount Dabi's stallion, and soon, the rhythmic beat of hooves echoed as you headed back home.

The wind howled through the icy landscape, biting into the skin of Bakugo and Kirishima as they sat outside their hut. 

Suddenly Bakugo scoffed loudly, his eyes fixed on a figure limping through the dirt path towards the longhouse of earl Toshinorison.

The man, using wooden crutches, struggled with each step, pain etched across his scarred face. 

Bakugo's disdain was evident in his voice. "Tsk! Look at that cripple! He's not even able to walk without wincing like a pathetic bitch."

Kirishima shot his friend a sharp look and retaliated by throwing a tiny rock in his direction. "Quit it, Bakugo. He's not a cripple, and stop calling him names. He's Endeavorson, one of the best warriors of our times. That's not manly, calling someone names just because they're facing a tough time. It's only been three months since we found him, and he's already escaped death, man. Give him time," Kirishima huffed, turning his attention back to polishing his battle axe.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you fall in love with him, huh, shitty hair?"

Kirishima shot him another glare. "Quit it, I said."

"Or what, idiot?!" Bakugo raised his voice, challenging his friend.

Kirishima rose from his spot, attaching his axe to his thick, leather belt. "Or I won't let you sleep near the fireplace tonight, man."

"Oi! Don't get offended at me just because of some stranger, Kirishima!" Bakugo retorted, but the red-haired man paid him no mind. Determination gleamed in Kirishima's eyes as he made his way towards the man walking with crutches.

"Hey," Kirishima called out, his voice cutting through the icy air. "How are you feeling, Endeavorson?" There was a genuine concern in his eyes, a stark contrast to the disdain Bakugo had shown earlier. Kirishima's approach was both unexpected and kind, catching Touya off guard.

Touya, unused to such warmth, stopped in his tracks, wooden crutches supporting his weakened frame. He looked at the red haired, tall man, surprise mingled with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "I... I'm fine," he mumbled, unsure of how to respond to someone who wasn't avoiding him or hurling insults.

Kirishima didn't seem deterred by Touya's guarded response. Instead, he persisted, "No need to act tough. We," he pointed his head to the blonde haired man sitting near a little hut, "found you under those snowy cliffs, barely hanging on. Must've been a tough journey, huh? How's the healing going? You're not pushing yourself too hard, are you?"

Touya blinked, the concern in Kirishima's words sinking in. A small, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he replied, "It's been... challenging. But I appreciate your concern. Not many here bother to ask how I'm doing, but I understand. They're afraid of me."

Kirishima nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Well, we're not all heartless. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," he smiled. "So were you able to remind yourself what happened on that cliff, man?"

Touya's gaze flickered with a mix of gratitude and hesitation as he continued to walk, Kirishima keeping pace beside him. The snowy landscape seemed to stretch endlessly, mirroring the uncertainties that clouded Touya's memory. "I... I've been trying," Touya confessed, his voice carrying the weight of the struggle. "But it's all foggy, like trying to grasp onto a dream slipping through your fingers, you know? I remember the biting cold, the shadows, and then... nothing. It's frustrating."

Kirishima nodded understandingly, his rugged features softened with empathy. "Must've been a hell of an ordeal. But you made it out alive, and that counts for something, right?"

Touya offered a faint smile, appreciating Kirishima's attempt to find a silver lining. "Yeah, it does. I'm grateful for the second chance, even if the details are elusive. Maybe with time, the memories will piece themselves together."

Touya's gaze lingered on the vast, snowy expanse, contemplating the unknown that lay ahead. 

Kirishima, sensing Touya's internal struggle, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We're here for you, Endeavorson. Whatever you're going through, you don't have to face it alone," Kirishima spoke with sincerity. "I most likely won't understand fully what you're going through, but you have a friend in me."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the unexpected ally by his side. 

The path to the longhouse was accompanied by a comfortable silence, broken only by the crunch of their footsteps on the dirt path.

Kirishima decided to broach a topic he had heard from Earl Yagi. "Hey, Touya," Kirishima began, a curious glint in his eyes. "I heard from earl Yagi that you were eager to depart as soon as you woke up. What's the rush?"

Touya's gaze shifted, his expression momentarily distant as he recalled the urgency that had fueled his desire to leave. "Yeah," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "My family... they must've thought I died. I just wanted to see them again, let them know I'm alive."

Kirishima's grin widened, sensing there might be more to the story. "Is it just about family, or is there a special someone waiting for you, too?"

Touya's cheeks tinged with a subtle blush, and he averted his gaze. "Well, there is someone. I want to see her again."

Kirishima chuckled heartily, clapping Touya on the back. "Ah, love! Now it makes sense. A man's got priorities, that's so manly! You're not alone in wanting to reunite with your loved one. We all have something or someone worth fighting for."

Touya's embarrassment transformed into a bashful smile, appreciating Kirishima's understanding. 

The imposing structure of the Great Hall loomed ahead, its massive doors beckoning them forward. Kirishima came to a stop, turning to face Touya with a determined expression. "Just so you know," Kirishima began, his voice carrying a tone of sincerity, "I and my best friend Bakugo, that forever-offended blonde you saw earlier, were assigned to help you regain your prowess in fighting once your legs work well again. And just don't mind Bakugo, he has an awful personality, but he's a great and skilled warrior."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the information and the support he was receiving in this unfamiliar place. "Thank you, Kirishima. I appreciate the help."

As they approached the heavy doors of the Great Hall, Kirishima stepped forward, taking the initiative to open them for Touya. The creaking hinges echoed through the hall as the doors swung open, revealing the grandeur within.

"Go ahead," Kirishima gestured, a courteous smile on his face. "Take your time. And you can call me Eijiro or Red Riot, whatever suits you better."

Touya nodded again, his gratitude evident in his turquoise eyes. He slowly made his way inside, the warmth of the hall a stark contrast to the cold exterior. 

Kirishima remained at the entrance, waiting patiently until Touya had safely entered the hall. "Good luck in there," Kirishima offered a parting wish, his voice filled with genuine encouragement. "And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We're here for you."

With that, Kirishima bid farewell to Touya and turned to go about his duties, leaving the Great Hall behind him. 

The heavy doors closed with a resounding thud, enveloping Touya in the welcoming embrace of the earl's domain.

Earl Toshinorison, immersed in the weight of his responsibilities, looked up from the documents as he noticed Touya entering the room. A warm smile played on his lips, and he beckoned for Touya to join him. "Oh, Touya, come here, come here," earl Yagi greeted, his voice carrying a sense of camaraderie. 

Touya, despite the lingering pain in his legs, slowly made his way to a long table and took a seat on a wooden chair with a heavy sigh. "Any news from the envoy, my lord?" Touya inquired, his tone laced with concern. "Forgive me for asking about this repeatedly, but it's already been several days, and we haven't heard from them yet."

Earl Yagi placed a paper on the table and set the metal stylus aside, giving Endeavorson a knowing glance. "You're impatient, son. I'm sure we'll hear from them soon. Don't forget your settlement is nearly four days away from here," he reminded, attempting to assuage Touya's worries.

Despite the reassurance, an unfamiliar, unpleasant feeling lingered within Touya whenever he thought about his home. He hoped for the well-being of everyone there, especially Shoto, praying that he had managed to escape the looming threat they apparently faced together. And then there was you, his beloved woman, whose name rolled off Touya's lips every relentless night.

Touya nodded in acknowledgment of earl Yagi's words, yet the unease persisted. The distant wait for news from his homeland weighed heavily on him, and the yearning for assurance about the safety and happiness of those he left behind lingered like a shadow in the depths of his thoughts.

Shortly after returning from your journey with Hawks, you began feeling unwell.

A day later, Shoto returned from his own trip, only to find you in considerable pain, experiencing contractions.

The burden of sorrow and sadness weighed heavily on you, prompting an untimely and challenging childbirth.

You lay on the bed in earl Shoto's room, the sheets already stained with your blood and tears. The midwives bustled around you, their faces etched with concern. The pain was unbearable, like a thousand knives stabbing you with each contraction. You screamed, the sound echoing through the room. 

Shoto paced back and forth near the bed, his face contorted with worry. "Help her!" he screamed at the thralls, his voice filled with pure rage. "Help her or I'll hang you by the dawn!"

They scurried to your side, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth. The pain was indescribable, a searing, burning sensation that threatened to consume you.

Shoto's face was pale as he watched the scene unfold. He glanced between your legs, his eyes widening at the sight of blood and gore. 

Shoto's eyes darted away, an involuntary reaction to a scene that was unbearable even for someone who had witnessed his fair share of hardships. The weight of the sights he had seen in the past seemed to pale in comparison to what lay before him now. "Do something! She's in pain!" he roared.

"Push, my lady," one of the midwives urged, her voice gentle but firm. "You need to push!"

You bore down, your body shaking with the effort. You could feel the baby's head crowning, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. You gritted your teeth and pushed. You had never felt pain like this before, but you knew it would all be worth it in the end. "I... Can't..." you whimpered, your head rolling back to the pillows.

"Again, push now," the midwife said, her voice soothing. "You're doing great, my lady. Just a little bit more, and the baby will be here, my lady."

You pushed once more, using all of your strength, feeling the baby slip from your body, and you screamed in pain again. 

The midwives rushed to clean the baby, their faces alight with joy. "It's a boy," one of them said, and you felt a surge of love and happiness as the first tears rolled down your flushed cheeks. 

But your pain was far from over. The afterbirth needed to be delivered, and the contractions continued to rack your body. You screamed, the sound primal and raw. 

Shoto's face was a mask of worry, but he remained silent, knowing that there was nothing he could do to ease your pain.

The midwives worked quickly, delivering the afterbirth and cleaning you up. The pain slowly began to subside, leaving you exhausted but relieved. 

Shoto approached the midwife who was holding the newborn. After the baby was cleaned, it was passed to the young earl. He scoffed loudly, growing angry upon seeing a white down on the little boy's head and the pair of perfectly turquoise eyes slowly opening from time to time. "Fuck," Shoto growled with anger.

You begged the midwife to pass you the baby, and she took the baby from Shoto after he passed it with anger. 

The baby was placed to your chest, and you slowly stroked the little head. It was Touya's child. Shoto's anger was now painfully clear.

You hesitated to meet Shoto's gaze, apprehensive of the storm brewing within him. His face was etched with pure rage, and for a moment, you feared his reaction.

Shoto, after a moment of tense silence, finally spoke, his voice cold and measured. "I should expect you to bear my deceased brother's child," he stated, his eyes locked onto yours. “Pathetic whore.”

As you glanced at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty, Shoto's expression softened slightly, yet you noticed a twisted grimace curling his lips. "However," he continued, "I'll raise this boy as my own son. Once you recover from childbirth, we'll lay together again. And again. And again. I'll ensure you give me my own heir."

You trembled at Shoto's words, the mere thought of having to lay with him again sending a cold shiver down your spine. The weight of his expectations, the complex emotions surrounding the situation, and the uncertainty of your future left you paralyzed.

Before you could manage a reply, Shoto simply left the room, leaving behind a lingering coldness in his wake. His parting words, a sharp and indifferent command to his thralls, hung in the air. "Clean that fucking mess."

You looked down at the crying baby nestled in your arms, his tiny features a poignant reminder of the complex emotions swirling within you. Gently, you pressed a tender kiss on the tiny forehead, feeling the warmth of your affection seep into the fragile being. "My little boy. My beautiful boy," you whispered, your voice a mixture of love, gratitude, and a tinge of sorrow. The tear that rolled down your cheek bore witness to the intricate tapestry of emotions woven into this moment.

With a heartfelt sincerity, you turned your gaze skyward and silently thanked Freya, the goddess who had guided you through this tumultuous journey. Gratitude filled your heart for the gift of Touya's son, a precious life that now depended on your love and care.

In the quiet moments that followed, the room seemed to echo with the soft cries of the newborn, a testament to the fragility and resilience of life. As you cradled the baby close, you vowed to navigate the challenges ahead with the same strength and determination that had brought you to this moment. And in the stillness of the room, you found solace in the love that already bloomed between you and the tiny soul entrusted to your care.

Meanwhile, Shoto sat heavily on the throne in the grand throne chamber, the weight of recent events evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. The air in the room seemed thick with tension as he grappled with the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

Hawks, having learned from the guards that the child had been born, stepped into the chamber cautiously. "My lord?" he inquired, bowing respectfully to Shoto.

The red-and-white-haired earl glanced at his most trusted warrior, his expression a mix of frustration and agitation. "It's his," Shoto snarled, the words escaping his lips with a venomous edge. "He won't stop hounding me, even from the afterlife."

Hawks, recognizing the gravity of Shoto's words, remained silent for a moment, his keen eyes studying the earl's troubled demeanor. 

"Is that Odin trying to punish me for my deeds? Apparently, the past never dies," Shoto's voice cut through the somber air, a question directed more to the invisible forces than to anyone present in the room. His mismatched eyes remained fixed on some distant point, as if seeking answers in the unseen. "All I ever wanted was to make Skjaldvargr strong like never before, so everyone would fear us," Shoto continued, his voice carrying a mix of determination and introspection.

As the room absorbed his words, Shoto's thoughts seemed to wander into the realm of self-doubt. "Maybe I made a mistake letting Touya die? Killing my father?" he whispered, the words almost lost in the echoes of his inner turmoil. A moment later, he shook his head, as if attempting to dispel the doubts that threatened to take root. "No. All these decisions were good."

Before the heavy silence could stretch further, a guard interrupted, stepping into the room with news. "My lord, an envoy from Hvinverjadalr pleads to see you."

Shoto's frown deepened, exchanging glances with Hawks, who maintained his silent vigil. With a reluctant nod, the earl acknowledged the envoy's request, setting aside the internal struggle for the time being to face the external challenges that awaited him in the form of the visiting envoy.

The guards led the older man into the throne chamber, where he was forced to kneel before Shoto, the earl of Skjaldvargr. Shoto, in a gesture of casual indifference, rested his chin on his hand, which was propped against an armrest of his bespangled throne, his mismatched eyes keenly observing the envoy.

The older man bowed respectfully and identified himself as an envoy from Hvinverjadalr, bearing a message from Earl Toshinorison.

Shoto's expression tightened slightly at the mention of the earl's name. All Might, known by that call sign, was a formidable adversary of Shoto's deceased father, Endeavor.

"What message are you bringing to us?" Shoto inquired, his tone measured and unwavering.

The envoy bowed once more before revealing the content of the message. "Our earl wants to let you know your brother, Touya Endeavorson, is well and alive in our settlement."

Shoto's eyes widened slowly, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The news was like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping away the hopes of his carefully crafted plans to turn true. A mix of disbelief and hope flickered in Shoto's mismatched eyes, and for a moment, the throne chamber seemed suspended in a profound silence as the implications of this unexpected revelation unfolded. “Is that so?” he ground his question out.

The envoy nodded his head, offering an explanation for the delayed revelation. "We didn't let you know earlier, my lord, as Touya was in a very serious health condition. Thankfully, Allfather helped him to survive and slowly regain his health."

Shoto's gaze shifted to Hawks, the unspoken understanding between them echoing in the charged silence. 

Hawks felt his heart quicken within his chest, a mix of surprise and worry coursing through his veins. The news, while unexpected, carried a glimmer of hope, a flicker of a possibility Hawks hadn't dared to entertain until now. Perhaps Y/N words were prophetic?

Shoto's features remained composed, but the intensity in his mismatched eyes betrayed the emotions churning beneath the surface. 

Shoto, with practiced ease, managed to summon a smile that did not reach his mismatched eyes. "Thank you for the news," he said, his tone wryly polite. The revelation about Touya's survival had stirred a tempest of conflicting emotions within him, and Shoto struggled to conceal the storm behind a veneer of civility. He leaned back into his throne, feigning casual interest. "Did my brother share any details about what happened?" Shoto inquired, a facade of genuine concern in his voice.

The envoy shook his head, "No, my lord. Touya doesn't remember much."

Shoto's grin, though slight, carried a complexity of emotions. It was a bittersweet acknowledgment, for while Touya's survival brought threat to all of Shoto's plans, the memory loss shielded him from the painful truth of Shoto's involvement in the events that had transpired.

"And for that wonderful news, you deserve a reward," Shoto declared, a saccharine smile playing on his lips. His gaze shifted to a guard, and with a small nod, the envoy's fate was sealed.

In a swift, merciless motion, the guard slit the envoy's throat, and the dying man was unceremoniously pushed onto the stone floor. The chamber echoed with the grotesque sounds of a life seeping away.

Shoto nodded at his guards, his demeanor betraying little emotion. "Clean the mess and dispose of the body," he ordered, rising from the throne. 

Hawks approached the earl, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What are you planning to do now, my lord?" he inquired, his tone laced with a sense of anticipation.

Shoto regarded him with a pointed look, his expression unyielding. "We are preparing for war," he declared, his voice carrying a resolute edge. "I won't allow our people to rally behind Touya. The truth of his survival will inevitably surface, that much is certain. So, we'll take the initiative. We'll inform them that my eldest brother, dear as he may be, has chosen to form an alliance with our notorious adversary, Toshinorison. It will serve as a perfect pretext to launch an attack on Hvinverjadalr, and sever the head of my beloved brother for his betrayal."

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[majokothesmol]

Since Nemona reminds me of myself when I was younger, my brain cooked up a Real World au where everyone just plays the pokemon game, so:

Nemona: Still student council president and a dork. She whips out her Nintendo every recess and goes up to everyone she knows and asks if they'll battle her. She's always happy when someone says yes.

Arven: Plays the game because someone told him he could make friends with others who did and fell in love with the picnic mechanics. He's good on those limited time event Tera raids and gladly assists you on gathering Herba Mystica.

Penny: Played the games since she was young, and is content playing through the story herself. She always buys both copies of the games to trade with herself and experiments with rom hacks. She probably made a few mods as well. Still, once she discovered multiplayer, it was hard to go back.

Carmine: Has to share a switch with Kieran, and hogs it for the first few days, with him watching over her shoulder. She got a little bored of the game, though. You can't exactly battle your sibling when you share a console. Got back into it just to check what exactly the heck Kieran got up to with his game. They also share an acnh island

Kieran: Has to share the switch with Carmine, and watched her play the game when she hogged it. When figuring out he couldn't play with his sister, he started playing with the competitive battle team that started up at his school. Then one day he tried playing against a competitive random who wiped the floor with him and then became determined to Get Good for real. He also got stuck taking care of his sister's acnh island

#nemona #rival kieran #kieran #pokemon kieran #pokemon nemona #arven pokemon #arven #trainer arven #penny pokemon #pokemon #pokemon penny #pokemon carmine

[hoonspookie]

POV: Sunghoon as your childhood best friend turned boyfriend.

childhoodbff! sunghoon x afab! reader, switches from second person and third person pov , sfw!

• Sunghoon was only two years old when he met Y/n.. who was an infant, Sunghoon's mother and Y/n's mother were best friends! So of course, a meetup was bound to happen!

• Sunghoon was so fascinated by the infant, especially her chubby cheeks. "squishy squishy!" The two year old squeals, softly squeezing Y/n's chubby cheeks.

• At the age of 1, Y/n was already fascinated by the 3 year old Sunghoon, whenever Sunghoon was walking around, Y/n would be following him around, crawling on the floor.

• And of course, Sunghoon was happy about this, the 3 year old enjoyed the attention he gets from the little girl.

• He'd let you play trucks with him, and loves it whenever you hugged him, he loved the fact that her squishy cheeks would be mushed up against his.

• The three year old HATES it when Y/n gives other people attention, and would start complaining. "mommy! y/n doesn't wanna play with me anymore!", "mommy! i'm not y/n's favorite!".

• Gave you your first nickname, which then becomes the name your entire family calls you in the future <3.

• Whenever Y/n would look up at him, her eyes would always grow bigger, always have been fascinated with Sunghoon. Which is why Sunghoon loves you so much... and your chubby cheeks.

• Flashforward, middle school, even until now, Sunghoon's favorite feature of yours is still your cheeks, he just loves squishing them!

• Sunghoon's classmates knows you, and he gets teased because of it, like- by a lot, especially when you enter his classroom when you need to ask a question from his current teacher.

• He'd always bother you during recess, whether it be messing your hair, tickling you, grabbing your things- he does it, which is why a lot of students suspected that you were both dating.

• When you started crushing on one of your own classmate, that's when Sunghoon realized he liked you.

• He hated seeing you talk so lovey dovey about a guy, he wanted to be the guy you loved!

• Flashforward, high school, ever since then, Sunghoon would always be scaring off guys that liked you, though you seemed clueless about it.

• "aigooo, you're too young to be having boyfriends" He'd say while pinching your cheeks (yes it was still his fave feature), but you were both in high school already.

• That's when you realize that he's the reason why no one's confessing to you!! and it honestly made you feel a bit giddy.

• Like, you couldn't deny! He was growing so finely that sometimes, you can't help but blush just by the sight of him.

• But you never really thought much of it... your feelings at least, he was your best friend for Christ's sake!

• After a few months, your feelings started growing a bit more... maybe too much and to your surprise, well not really.. he asked you out to prom!

• On the night of prom, when he saw you in your prom dress, he couldn't help but just turn red, you were so beautiful that he couldn't help but pinch your cheeks from the overwhelming emotions you were giving him.

• He couldn't let you go the whole time, always had his hand on your waist, would always offer you to dance, swaying you from side to side.

• The way he looked at you, he adores you completely, the way his eyes would shine whenever he sees you, the hearts forming in his pupils, his breathing a bit shaky from the fact that he was so nervous that he accidentally stepped on your foot while dancing, letting out a quiet "sorry".

• He then softly spins you around before having you close to him again, he leans down and whispers; "I like you, Y/n, I always have.. and- I know that you might just consider me as a best friend but I- I just had to let you know that I absolutely adore you.."

• "Especially those cheeks..." Sunghoon cooed as he continues to dance with you, which makes you let out a shy giggle.

• "I like you too, hoonie.." You say, leaning forward and giving him a shy peck on the lips.

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enha imagines #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon fluff #hoonspookie

[strwberri-milk]

May i suggest a fic or whatever of Kaeya inspired by this song??? It's just so cute to think of it!!!

Hmm I'm going to Indulge a bit :D the reason why ive chosen this trope is bc 1) this song gives me driving at night vibes 2) i konw nothing about mj outside of my friend in elementary LOVED his music and was devestated when he died 3) this song also makes me think of fall in middleschool and that disctinve smell but?? you and him are not staying as tiny children i just used my school experience to set up context :D

You don't know much about Kaeya, other than the fact that the two of you have grown up in the same area. As far as you're concerned, your friend groups don't have much in common and his crowd was very different than yours.

However, he was polite, and you liked that enough. Whenever you two had a class together he made it a point to say hi to you, and if he was sat next to you he'd even make conversation. Outside of that, you had no reason to seek him out, especially thanks to the throng of people he seemed to surround himself with.

Unfortunately for you, Kaeya's somehow developed a devastating crush on you. You didn't seem to remember this, but once when he was younger and new to the school you sat and played with him through many a recess. He knows he's changed a lot, but he had no idea it was so drastic you couldn't put two and two together.

He thought it was just something passing, and that if he spent time with other people he'd get over it. But, the more time passed the more this ache to have you in his life persisted. Kaeya could never act on it - he was far too terrified to change the seemingly inert state of your relationship.

For now, he'd satisfy himself by just spending time with you in class every so often, or waving hello to you in the halls. It wasn't until his last year of high school when he thought he was over you that he realised he was dead wrong. Being assigned the same home room and having to see each other at least once a day minimum made his heart skip a beat every morning, nervously checking his appearance to see if he could get your attention.

Yes, he feels a little desperate, no, he's not mad about it.

"So, did you apply for early admission?"

You look up and see Kaeya, looking behind him to see if any of his friends are behind him. You assume he's just killing some time, scooching over to let him sit down next to you until you're forced to stay in homeroom for once.

"Yeah, I did. You?"

He sighs a little, blowing his fringe out of his face.

"Yeah. I got accepted."

You raise a brow, looking at him a little impressed. Kaeya's been a good student as far as you knew, so you're not surprised but considering that applications just opened for University two weeks ago you can't help but be taken aback.

"Wow. I'm pretty nervous. Did you get a safety school too?"

"Nervous? You'll be fine - everyone gets in, and you do well in class," he reassures, resting his head on the desk.

"And I did. I'm just waiting for the safety schools to respond just in case I change my mind."

Kaeya knew that with graduation creeping up on everyone he was running out of time to try and confess. He's been trying to get the gall to do it, building himself up every morning but failing miserably whenever he sees you.

"Yeah. I'm planning to just go to school locally like everyone else does. Not exactly rich enough to go abroad. Or smart enough," you laugh, fiddling with a pen.

"I want to go there too!" he says a little too excitedly, clearing his throat as an attempt to cover up.

"Diluc, my older brother, goes there too and I think it'd be nice to stay local. Maybe we'll see each other?"

"Hopefully! The transit will be a bitch though, right?"

Kaeya sees this as his chance, speaking before his mind can catch up.

"I can drive you! We have to make our own schedules so if ours align then we can carpool. I won't make you pay gas or anything, just in company." He winks at you, hoping that his charm is coming out, not nerves.

"Sure, if you want. That'd be nice - only if it works out for both of us, alright?"

He nods in response, trying not to bounce his knee too aggressively at how excited he is at the prospect.

Fast forward some years later and the two of you are deeply embroiled in your studies. You got accepted where you wanted to be, and Kaeya ended up deciding to stick with his first choice at the local school. To his delight, he was able to strike up a stronger relationship with you, now both friends rather than classmates.

He drives you to class or makes you drive his car the mornings he's too tired to. You meet on campus between breaks, have lunch together, or crash each other's classes on occasion when someone's bored. It's everything he could have asked for but that doesn't stop that yearning he thought would go away.

He's tried other people, wanting to see if he could get over you without a rejection but it seems like he can't, mumbling lightly to himself as he waits outside the building you're in to pick you up.

He needs an answer today, even if it's no. Just something to finally shut up the voice in his head saying it might be a yes and to just finally shoot his shot after all these years. His fingers drum against the steering wheel, eyes watching as people flood out of the building for your familiar form.

"I always have so much fun with you," you say after catching your breath from a stupid joke Kaeya made, leaning back in your reclined seat as you look out his car window and out to the trail.

"I'm not wrong though," he says, still laughing a bit. "Why are we parked outside of a park when we could just go walk around!"

"It's nice to just be like this, don't you think?"

You sigh a little, yawning and closing your eyes as you take in the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. The sun is beginning to set, washing you both in reds and pinks and he takes the opportunity to admire you.

He knows that if he doesn't act soon he could lose you forever. Your journeys at school are beginning to close, giving him less of a chance to guarantee time with you. His heart thuds loudly in his chest, desperate for the chance to finally make his feelings known.

He opens his mouth, not expecting the weak little noise that comes out. You turn to face him, holding back a teasing laugh to give him your full attention. He tries again, finally finding the words.

"I'm in love with you. I have been since the day we met and I just want you to give me a chance. Can you do that? Please?"

He hates how desperate he sounds, playing with the edge of his sleeves and averting your gaze to avoid looking at you. He has no idea if you'll say yes or no, slowly raising his eyes back to yours when he feels you put your hand on his.

"I thought you'd never ask."

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #kaeya fluff

[executables-sims]

Get to know you: Sims Style

Thank you so much for the tag, @goatskickin! :D I am ill rn, so please excuse the rambling. x) Long post ahead!

What’s your favorite Sims death? Maybe fright? I've only ever had it happen once via ghost, the anim is pretty funny. :)

Alpha CC or Maxis Match? My Simblr probably says otherwise, but I don’t have a preference! I’ve had nearly every possible CC style under the sun throughout my years of playing, and I constantly think about reviving my 'semi-realism' folder (living vicariously through you, other simmers!). I didn't play with CC until early 2006 though, so MM is a little bit more nostalgic. :)

Do you cheat your sims weight? Hell no! I'm still in awe of Nysha's townie body diversity mod finally letting townies be fat. :D I wish the game had a better way of managing bodyshapes so I could add more variety that way.

Do you move objects? Of course!

Favorite Mod? Of all time? Impossible! My continued interest in gameplay is always because of new mods. :)

I did gain a new outlook thanks to a mod recently, though! My wild romance sim Blaze Biermann ended up 'mood swinging' to fortune before he went to uni, and instead of reverting, it got stuck.

He had a few flings still (pleasure secondary), but after he returned home and met his daughter (for the first time since her birth), he started cringing whenever I directed him to romance his dates. It felt like he had grown as a person, and I loved it!

TL;DR: Randomly change your sims' original aspiration/s to give them interesting character arcs! First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack? I mean, not my decision, but our first TS1 EP was Hot Date. I'm pretty sure I got TS2 EPs/SPs in order of release (miss those days of unwrapping a new one every birthday/christmas!).

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing? We're LIVE, baby! 🎥

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? I don't usually get very attached to my first-generation sims, but maybe Evonne Milos, from the gameplay/story hood I accidentally destroyed in four days? Never actually played her, but I had a lot of ideas for a corrupt 'sexpot' politician. x)

Have you made a simself? Lots! 99% of the fun I had playing TS2 as a kid was me and my best friend making ourselves and our respective crushes of the week, and we'd always live in one of those Veronaville lots that was two houses connected by a balcony. I can't even tell you the amount of times she got me pregnant against my wishes whilst I went to the bathroom, lmao.

Which is your favorite EA hair color? For colour consistency, probably brown? But there are a lot of brunettes in Brunwick (must be the name!), so I enjoy the recessives popping up in gameplay. :)

Favorite EA hair? Does an EA download count? Jeanette is lovely.

Favorite life stage? Ohhh dude, that's so difficult to answer. They all bring different challenges and dynamics to the household! I feel like I've started to appreciate the child lifestage more since Brunwick has grown large enough to have multiple friendship groups. It's fun watching them goof around with each other and be actual kids, instead of sitting indoors skilling. I really need to build a park! :)

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Are you a CC creator? Yes, I really love how this game has led me to so many creative hobbies! Would like to tackle BHAVs one day. :)

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad? Yeah! I consider us all friends over our shared enjoyment of the game really, but as a chronic lurker I'm not the best at cultivating connections. x) Does anyone wanna make a secret club? xD

Do you have any sims merch? No, but I do have a bunch of rad sims memories. 👉😎👉

Do you have a YouTube for sims? Nope, but I watched plenty of sim music videos back in the day! Found a lot of songs that way. :) Some formative memories here: One / Two

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing? I sadly don't have screenshots of my oldest saves thanks to a combo of no external HD and no screenshot program, but here's one example:

But gameplay-wise, a lot! My early years were probably based around creating stories more than actively playing, but when I did I would just emulate perfect families, attempt legacies, and restart BG hoods over and over. x)

Now I'm all about wants-based gameplay; witnessing and interpreting a story, as opposed to creating one from scratch. But I will add drama if I find my interest waning! x)

Who’s your favorite CC creator? Again, super-duper impossible to answer because everyone's CC makes the game fun, but my most recent CC shopping spree was Honeywell and HugeLunatic! :) 🛒

How long have you had Simblr? Technically 2011, officially 2013, but if we're being pedantic, I finally made a dedicated Simblr (this) in 2016. x)

How do you edit your pictures? These days, just sharpen and shrink! CC previews aren't too complicated either- a blurred out screenshot for the BG and a shadow.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite? Ooh… maybe Nightlife, by a smidgen? I feel like it gave us a lot of new features and items, and the subhood was nice (as a non-builder at the time!).

Tagging: @daman19942 @aondaneedles @eulaliasims @profesionalpartyguest @tvickiesims @and everyone else, I love reading these! :D

#Tag meme

[jessnotfoundd]

I’m new to your blog and I was wondering could you do a gn reader x Tommy?

It’s idk really but the reader is very quiet and when Tommy meets them and gets to know them they become like Tommy. Like loud,funny etc

Thank if you can do it! :]

Of course !!!! if you find a bad pronoun let me know!

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairing: cc!Tommtinnit x GNreader!

Masterlist here!

I was sitting at the back of the class, and I can see the blond, who's been sitting with me for weeks now, he's really loud and energetic, but fun after all.

-Hey, how's my favorite classmate doing?- he put his left hand up, and y lifted mine to handshake him.

-Great- that's all he probably hear from me for today, it's not him, it's me, I've been quiet all my life.

-Someday Imma make you talk nonsense like me all day- he looks at me smirking and I smile while nodding, it's nice having someone like him.

The class starts and we do our homework in silence, I enjoy being in silence with him.

A few weeks after he was still trying, he even introduced me to his friends so I won't spend recess alone.

-Hi- everyone turns their heads to see me, It's my first time outside the school with them, Tommy invites us all to bowls and my mom thought it would be great to be out for once.

-Hey, you came.- the blond pulls me in a hug and for the first time, I hug him too.- Uh you're hugging me, I don't want to leave this moment- he giggles and I do so. After a few moments, I push him so I could say hi to the rest.

A few rounds going and Bill talks to me.

-So, you are right now with people that can't shout their mouths for a second, how do you feel?- I smile.

-Safe- It's all, he smiles.

-Great, you're one of us now-

Tommy smiles at me from the other corner and I smile back at him.

A month went by since Bill told me I was one of them and since then, they really make me feel that. We would do lots of things together and Tommy would never stop telling me how proud he is of me for trying.

-Tomas, shut up I crack a laugh, we were talking about video games with the guys and Tommy wouldn't stop making fun of me for my favorite games.

-Make me- he puts his lips in my direction. Instead of a kiss I gently slap his cheek and we all laugh.- Pussy.- he blurts and I look at him.

-I'm not a pussy- I take him by the cheeks and left a brief kiss on his lips. He looks stunned.

-Perfect, y/n, now he's in love.- Tubbo jokes and i giggle a little.

After a few hours, It turns out to be a sleepover at Tommy's house. So we were coming to his house, it was a little cold and I was just wearing some jeans and a t-shirt. I snuggle on Tommy's arm while walking.

-You're cold?- he looks at me for a second, breaking the conversation he was having with Freddy.

-Yes, I should have brought a hoodie or something.- he stops and I stop by him, he was taking his hoodie out.- No, put it back on you.-

-No, It's okay, use it.- he gives it to me.

-Tommy, I don't want you to be cold.-

-I won't, I swear.- he kisses my cheek and I take de Hoodie I smile at the fragrance it has still.

We walk again with the others and I intertwine our fingers.

-Do you mind?- I move my head to our hands and he denies it, squeezing my hand a little.

After a few days, Tommy didn't want his hoodie back, saying I could keep it 'cause it looks better in me' and I can't help but feel great.

-Someone asked for a gentleman and ice cream?- He's at my bedroom door with ice cream in his hands.

-Nop, wrong door- we both smile.

-Maybe someone asked for a full pack of friends and tons of ice cream?- I see a few heads poke into my room.

-Yeah. I did, why is Tommy here?-. I giggle and he throws himself at me.

-You're crazy for me being here, don't lie to yourself.- He taps my nose and I tickle him until he lets me go.

-Whatever.-

We were all playing monopoly, my head is on the blonde shoulder while Aimsey and I talk about coffee.

-Who would tell you would be so talkative now.- Tommy smiles at me.

-It's all because of you, you idiot.-

-Wow, taunts-

I stick my tongue out like a little kid and he does the same to me.

#tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit x reader #dreamsmp #dream mcyt #cc: tommyinnit

[karume-everything-else]

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚒𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚣𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊 (𝙼𝙿𝟷𝟶𝟶) 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛'𝚜" 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙵 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 🤔

I just typically don't mention gender or describe Reader if it doesn't affect the story... it's just part of my writing style, though that can be fixed.

Today was going to be very strange, both of the tennis teams were practicing together with the fitness club. The fitness club wanted to join just to get some cardio in for the day, but the tennis teams had games over the weekend. This much practice was a good thing, but Momozo was having a hard time pushing everyone else's thoughts.

Knowing what the other person was going to do ahead of time was nice, but the fitness club had such wild thoughts. It really threw him off his game. Especially when his own girlfriend was so close.

Being around so many bulky guys, and the boy's tennis team had you feeling a little nervous. While you mostly played singles matches, doubles were the most efficient way to practice this afternoon. Unfortunately, that also meant merging with the boy's team for you.

On the bright side, you were paired with Momozo. Which didn't help the usually calm dude in the slightest.

The one mind he couldn't read clearly, even with his advanced psychokinesis. It was a huge part of why he liked you so much to begin with. Actually being able to enjoy quiet time with you instead of having to mentally yell at you.

Though, his mental projection worked too well for his taste. At least when it came to you.

Having seen you walk up to him like that and just quietly ask if he thought you were cute, just out of the blue in the middle of recess. It had him shaking and asking if you had psychic powers too.

Thankfully, and oddly, you didn't. But that still meant you had a strange mental block that prevented him from reading your mind while simultaneously hearing his thoughts loud and clear. No one had any kind of explanation for it, that's just the way things were.

Sitting on the bench, Momozo wasn't fully prepared to hear someone ask about you. Much less Mob.

"Hey, so... how is it that you and that girl work so well together?" Mob fidgeted with the end of the school's racket, "Are you using your powers for that?"

Momozo scratched the back of his head, "Well... yes and no. She, uh... I can't read her thoughts too clearly but she can hear my thoughts even when I'm not forcibly projecting them. Its kinda weird and not intentional. Why do you ask?"

"I just thought it was odd. Since the tennis teams are split and all, its really cool how in sync you are." Mob looked right at you, thinking about something else, "That and I've seen you two around the school. Is she nice?"

He could only nod, "Yeah, she's very nice. And funny."

Mob just barely raised an eyebrow at Momozo, "Are you two good friends then?"

"We're dating. Actually."

"Oh. That makes more sense than."

You walked back over from the vending machine. Knowing that you wouldn't get any more practice in until everyone on the tennis team had a turn. Which only left the bowl-cut boy Momozo was talking to and you didn't know who he would practice against. Not when everyone else in the fitness club paired off.

Unless he was going to switch in at some point. That was always an option. Until then, the three of you would just sit and make small talk with the rest of the tennis team and fitness club. Though most the people on the bench were boys who you didn't k ow very well at all.

Keeping to yourself and your hobbies like this was really making a dip in your social life, but Momozo was already making plans to go on a hike after the season ended. Maybe you'd see about tagging along, make a few more friends yourself.

#x reader #ask #mob psycho 100 #momozo takenaka #mob psycho momozo takenaka #momozo takenaka x reader #lumaniii

[cobycobsy2k]

Alternative, Season 2 Episode 14 (Part 1 of 2): "New Friends and New Romantics"

Phinneas: Is it possible to know why you haven't even been to Strangertown to visit us, huh?

Crystal: Uncle Phinneas, I'm sorry, but I was at my friend Riley's house and…

Phinneas: No more excuses, miss! Your mother and I wanted to see you and know how you're doing here! Right Miranda?

Miranda (uncomfortable): Yes…

Crystal: But Uncle, it's the truth! I haven't had time to go through Strangertown!

Phinneas: Crystal, understand that we want all the best for you!

Crystal: But I'm doing things right!!

Phinneas: You know what Little Miss Thing!? Your mother and I will get you a job around here to teach you that not everyone revolves around you, And by the way, you´re too young to wear makeup!!

Crystal: Okay…

Miranda (trying to dampen the tension): Phinneas, I think it's getting a little late for us!

Meanwhile in the halls of the institute

The boys were talking about their vacations with their friends or just gossiping about the latest news.

Bianca (gossiping to Desiree): And then my dad scolded my big brother for forgetting about him!

Desiree: Wow, looks like your vacation was fantastic!

Irene (Talking to Monique about Leod): Honestly, Leod is very cute and handsome, but he feels that Harry and James don't like him.

Monique (A little confused): And who are Harry and James?

Irene: Ah, they are my new neighbors! And they are literally super cool! One of these days, I will introduce them to you!

Ulysses (Joking Eddie): Well, I think you're going to fail Chemistry, according to what the teacher told me.

Eddie (Scared): It can't be possible! I did all the homework!

Simon: Ed, calm down, I'm sure it's a joke.

Later in Chemistry class

Professor Diana: Very well students, I have been informed that two classmates are joining today! so please welcome your new partner Max Worthington!

At that moment Max arrives running, who believed that he had arrived a little late for class.

Max: Hey everyone, my name is Max, nice to meet you

Pricislla (Whispering): I heard his family is one of the richest in Garden Heights.

Eddie (Quietly): And why is he studying so far from Garden Heights?

Later

Kent and Consort were walking through Academie Le Tour, since they had already left all of Kent's things at the residence.

Consort: Apparently I think you came during recess… Well, you can ask a classmate for the notes anyway, although I'll see if I ask for reinforcement classes.

Kent: Well Father, thanks for letting me come here… I'll really try too hard with my studies!

Consort: Without further ado, see you Kent, take care of yourself my son.

Upon entering the institute, Kent saw that most of them were in the courtyard, so he decided to go over there, obviously drawing everyone's attention, especially Bianca, who ran out to meet him.

Bianca: KENT, YOU DID IT!! You finally came!! Now we can be together!!

Kent: Hi Bianca! It wasn't really easy at all to convince my father and my sisters to let me come, my brother-in-law Albany had to help me with everything!

Bianca: Don't worry Kent! Desiree and I will tell you EVERYTHING about what has happened around here, by the way, we have a new roommate in our house!

Meanwhile

Eddie had become good friends with Max too quickly, that just impressed Irene

Irene (Thinking): "Wow, Ed seems to be doing really well with everyone."

Max: Well, at home I have my GamePlumb and I even have Llamamon Red!

Eddie: Great, I have Llamamon Blue! One of these days we should bring our consoles and play a game!

Max: Sounds great!

At one part of the park games, Ulysses was trying to get information about Bianca from Desiree.Desiree: And she likes to watch "North Park", her favorite food is Burgers and she really likes soccer.

Ulysses: Wow, Bianca and I have several things in common, do you think you could tell him about me?

Desiree: we live together duh, I recommend you come with us to see a movie that Bianca brought!

Kent was looking at all the other boys, especially Monique, who was talking to Irene and Simon, so he decided to approach her.

Kent: Hi Monique!

Monique (Surprised): Kent! It's nice to see you here!

Kent: Thanks Monique, by the way, nice hairstyle!

#sims 2 #sims 2 uberhood #cobycobs alternative uberhood #crystal vu #dr vu #desiree park #bianca monty #eddie west #simon beige #monique dunnoff #irene thaaroth #kent capp #consort capp

[coinandcandle]

Do you know if the shadow self can manifest as a separate being? I have a, sort of, another self that I call Super, short for Superego. I used to be afraid of her and she used to hate me because I locked her up in a cage deep in the recesses of my mind. She would be the voice that would tell me to harm myself but when I played the game Celeste and saw how the antagonist was accepted rather than told to let go and move on, be free, I started doing that.

Even if she started out telling me to harm myself, eventually we grew close like twin sisters. I have a better understanding of her now. She's my more pragmatic side full of logic, reasoning, and the more aggressive emotions I used to be too timid to show. The side that wants to protect myself and has the backbone to do it.

I myself am the emotional and empathetic side. What she lacks in compassion and sympathy I make up for. I tried for a very long time to figure out what she was. My best friend said it could be a fae side of myself since it's possible I'm half fae- but that's an entirely different can of worms for another day. Point is: we complete each other.

I picked up my first pendulum and went through a list of things. Fae? Yes. Higher self? No. Past self? No, but she does have more memories of past lives than I do. Shadow self? Yes. I'm still new to the pendulum so I could be wrong but I just want to know: can the shadow self become a separate entity?

My dear anon this is an incredibly loaded ask and I am not really qualified to give you an answer, this sounds like something a mental health professional who is knowledgeable or at least respectful of spiritual and religious beliefs might handle. Not saying that you're wrong or mentally ill and therefore not truly having this experience, but shadow work/shadow self are a psychological approach that was later picked up by the spiritual/witchy community and often should be handled with a professional.

But I'll give you my thoughts on it, just don't take them as stone-set truth.

Can an aspect of yourself turn into a separate being? Maybe, people have created thought forms and similar entities before and there are records of these beliefs in different cultures as well. So I don't think it's a crazy idea, but I feel like it doesn't just, like happen one day.

That being said, your shadow self isn't usually a hateful creature that has its own sentience and tells you to hurt yourself; it's all of the parts of yourself that you don't like and are repressing, if we're talking about psychology which is where the idea originates. This, by definition, is a part of you so it can't really be an entirely separate being. So perhaps you're looking for a different term for this entity.

Either way, you need to make sure you have boundaries set and they need to respect these boundaries.

Also, an entity does not have to tell you the truth. Personally, I don't use a pendulum cuz my hands are too shaky and I'm too skeptical but I'd suggest doing some different forms of divination as well just to see if your answers are the same across the board. And perhaps get others' opinions, folks who are unaware and as such unbiased of your situation.

#the crypt #tw: sh #tw: self harm #ask

[tiffcore]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀belle reve!

twenty - two. nothing but a bully. campy little girl who likes to be mean to chicks with fat enough tits.

belle ultimately peaked in high school. her 'friend group' which really wasn't a friend group, just people who could stand within 5 feet of one another and resist the urge to talk shit, consisted of upperclassmen and one freshman who was too pussy to say anything but "Yes, Belle" and "Yes please, Belle." she really liked it like that.

a little delusional of her to think that it'd stay like that forever though! but it's par for the course that the little cunty blonde thinks the world revolves around her. in desperate need of a reality check, belle is, though she doesn't really get it until she realizes she doesn't even have enough credits to apply to college! she ought to have threatened more people to do her homework ...

oh well, she was never one for school anyway. college was just chock full of gross, sweaty dudes. men are only good for lining your pockets, and even then - their attitude is hardly ever worth it.

so she applies to the first job she sees where the staff is all female. not just any random women either - buxom and cute, shy and not too headstrong...

and imagine her surprise when her next assignment is with tiffany! who's all smiles, just like she was when belle was pulling her hair and trying to squish her tits. belle isn't any nicer, talks hot shit like she's not flipping burgers like the rest of them. tiff smiles at her and it still pisses her off.

she listens to her music though. abides by it like it's scripture, was the first person to buy the merch when it dropped - tacks it to her wall because she can't be caught dead being a fan of anything but herself. sometimes she wishes she wasn't so ... stuck up, but it's far easier to be hostile than to tell a pretty girl you like her...

childhood?

belle wasn't fortunate enough to have parents that wanted her.

Which is tough for her I guess 🤷, so she funnels all the rage in her tiny, haughty body outward, cause she'd burst a vein and bleed out otherwise.

Belle has never been nice. Not even for a second. When she was a baby she would tear rubber nipples to shreds (because nobodies putting el diablo's face near their funbags, no way) and tied the necks of her stuffies with shoe lace string so she could get good flicking and whipping action. Belle wasn't really eccentric, but moreso chaotic and creative in her menacing.

She's a sharp tool and definitely stabs. But she's always had a soft spot for pretty girls.

Never outwardly of course, but in the recesses of her mind, she's always had this little dream ... A budding desire to have a girlfriend of her own. Ugly boys with their snot noses and stupid fucking faces didn't deserve the attention of such cute things!

But she never did find it in herself to be kind to anyone. She's brash, crass, and wanted things her way more than anybody else.

She used to know this one girl, though. That she liked more than giving losers swirlies, more than cutting braids with safety scissors, more than telling boys they have puke breath and kicking them in their balls,

A pretty girl. With those starry eyes and sanrio backpack and so... Sickeningly cutesy. With her kitty tights and too bright expectations of what to get out of life.

Belle would swear up and down she hated her. Would hide all the drawings in the back of her notebook of the two of them together, hugging and playing...

But would work over time to make her life a living hell. Knocking her books to the floor, stealing her comfort plushies, ripping the head off of one just to see what she looks like when she cries.

Eventually, the girl ended up switching schools!

Belle never really recovered from that loss...

But she eventually got lucky.

Now she sees that girl almost every day.

her?

Belle is so prickly she could be part cactus. A short girl, barely past 5'0 and a total Chihuahua. Short and menacing, Belle does have some fighting skill, but not a tough enough physique to hold her head above water in a real fight. She's picky about women, very critical of bodies and has no problem being inappropriate with others, discussing things sexual ad nauseum, regardless if it makes others in the room uncomfortable.

She's skinny and boxy. Her face card is immaculate, but her body is on the flat side, especially for a girl who has soooo much to say about what tits are a good size and whether or not a girl's ass is fat enough for her. Belle is so size queen. She likes girls bigger and badder than her, with a cutesy demeanor and a fluffy little face like ...

Well, it's incredibly obvious she has a type.

ships?

obsessed with Tiffany, likes Pearl a lot too, but is just insufferable cunt.

dol - whitney tries to slut her out (mission semi successful)

kylar is sooo happy she's smaller than him ❤️

robin's pretty spooked by her, she has fun making fun of his baby dick.

tokyo revengers - in tr au, she's apart of toman. she doesn't like to talk about her intiation, so don't ask.

#🧨 belle reve #little firecracker

[mitsua]

                                                                                                                                

                                                                                                

Warnings : bad grammar and spelling mistakes

Genre : fluff

Serie : 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!

Y / n 's . . . GN !

                                                                                                

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Like a ghost?

Meeting out the school

"Hey, would you like to play with me?"

You asked to a certain gray and green-ish haired guy who always seemed to be quiet.

Being a 6 year old little guy/girl it's mostly difficult, because of finding some friends quick due to parents separation at the kindergarten's morning every day.

He's seen you entering in the buildings every day without anyone by your side.

It kinda bothers him, seeing you put much effort on everything you do, and not even your parents come and let you by themselves at the school? Sounds like a tough relation.

But asking him out of nowhere if he wanted to play made him confused.

"Ye-Yes!" His voice came a little... acute. It made him seem more adorable.

You both spent the whole recess enjoying and knowing more about each other. You really peeked his interest, his tiny mind couldn't explain how did you dissapear whenever you wanted to even when standing infront of him.

So at the end of the day he decided to ask. "Hey, L/n, I-I'm sorry if this sounds weird but, "how do you just go 'fwup'? as if you were a ghost?".

Your young mind couldn't quite understand his expression, but tried and explained as you could, "Can't you do it too? you've been the first one noticing me now that I think about it... there's a different aura in my house too, my parents seem depressed but any time I try and talk to them they just ignore me..."

"Oh! that sounds terrible! is it okay with you if we spend everyday together then?".

Making a promise, none of you knowing a slight difference between your completely opposite worlds, you'd find various forms to entertain yourselves each day.

                                                                                                

                                                                                                

🪼 : Did you get it? 👻👻

                                                                                                

#msanitawrites #msanitawritings #anime #headcanons #fanfics #x reader #confusion #fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu yamaguchi #yamaguchi x you #haikyuu tadashi #tadashi x reader #tadashi yamaguchi

[louiscarrotsxoxo]

berryhill (chapter two)

Louis

I woke up the next day feeling giddy, even if it was a cold rainy day, I was excited to go to school today.

I hopped from my bed as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, more like skipped. "Woah boobear, what's got you so excited?" My mum asked

"Just excuse to see my friend I made at school yesterday, Mum!" I grinned 

"Ah, what's their name?" My mum asked

"His name is Harry, he's really nice, he plays footie well, he has very nice green eyes, he just moved here." I spoke 

"Ohhh, that's why you were so excited." My mum said 

"Yes Mum! Could the seconds be any slower I want to go to school!" I shouted with excitement 

"Calm down Lou, your sisters are still sleeping." My mum hushed

"Oh alright." I laughed 

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The time arrived to wait for the bus, as I stood bouncing on my toes as I saw it arrive down the block.

"Alright boo bear, have a great day!" My mum said as she kissed me on the cheek, I laughed and hugged her tight "Bye Mum!" I said as I boarded the bus 

"Heya!" Zayn said as I took a seat beside him "Hey Zayn." I replied 

"Excited for school, are we?" Zayn asked, "Well yeah- how'd you guess?" I questioned 

"You're fiddling with your hands, you always do that when you're nervous, you can't fool me tommo, I've known you since pre-school." Zayn laughed

"As if!" I scoffed dramatically "Awe quit it Lou." Zayn huffed "I was just joking." I nudged Zayn "I already knew that, anyway." Zayn said 

"So, I had the craziest dream yesterday, I dreamed we were in a forest riding a giant rabbit!" I exclaimed 

"You and your crazy dreams Lou." Zayn laughed lowly 

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Harry

I'd assume Louis's bus ran longer than mine, since I lived very close to sapphire elementary.

My hands grew nervous as I placed my backpack into my cubby and hung my coat. "Where's Lou?" I thought to myself 

Just then, I saw Louis walk in with Zayn, his green puffy coat making him look like a fluffy waddling penguin, adorable. I thought 

He sped over to me while Zayn chatted with Liam, "Morning, Lou." I smiled 

"Morning, Haz." He replied, hugging me tight

"Excited to see me, are we?" I smirked 

"Duh," Louis rolled his eyes "the time is right to form an alliance! One to conquer sapphire elementary!" Louis announced 

"I would love to join you on your quest Lou." I bowed while I giggled 

"Good," Louis playfully smirked "first mission, get to the classroom!" Louis shouted a smile wide on his face 

"Race ya." I quipped

"You're on." Louis peered at me

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Louis

"Alright kids, time to assemble our seating chart." Mrs. Valery said 

Almost every kid groaned in frustration, they did not want to be sat by someone they despised, or remotely, far from their friends.

I would agree, but usually I get a fair seat in the classroom without any fuss.

I look to Mrs. Valery as she spoke again "As a treat, I'll let you pick your own seats, but choose wisely, these are your seats for the rest of the semester.

I immediately look to all my friends, my eyes landing on Harry immediately.

"C'mon boys! Follow me!" I said playfully 

As every one of us sat I looked around the table, Harry next to me, liam across from me, Zayn next to Liam, and Niall at the end of the table next to Landon, one of my friends from kindergarten.

"This feels nice, a table filled with friends." I stated, as Harry looked at me with a wide smile

Why was he looking at me funny? I laughed to myself 

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Harry

The time came after lunch for everyone to be released on the playground, for recess.

"Do ye wanna play footie today, Lou?" I asked

"Nah, I figured we could do something different, expand our horizons, there's a whole playground to play on!" Louis said 

"You're so stoic."  I giggled 

"I'm what now?" Louis laughed

"Never mind Lou, what did ya wanna do anyways?" I asked 

"I figured we should play fireman! And try to climb up the giant playscape and slide down the pole, what did you want to do?" Louis asked 

"Oh um, maybe play tag in the grassy area further back there?" I pointed to the area I was addressing 

Louis climbed on a play ladder to see; he looked like he was pretending to play pirate on the high sea. "Where?" He asked

"I'll show you, it's behind the basketball court father back." I grabbed his hand to lead him to the tree garden, as I called it

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Louis

Harry led me to the tree garden, as he called it.

"Isn't it pretty Lou?" Harry asked

"Very pretty, relaxing." I added, Haz and I sat under one of the trees together, just gazing at the incoming winter sky

"It's cold." Niall said

"Niall?!" We both shrieked, jumping away from each other 

"Woah, what were you two just doing? Cuddling?" Niall teased 

"U-uhm-" I stuttered

"We were just looking at the sky Niall, can't people look at the sky, besides what are you doing here anyways? There was like no one out here besides us." Harry quipped, woah, where did that sassiness come from? Was harry- protective over me or something?

"It just looked a little weird, you two cuddling under a tree- oooh." Niall said 

"Don't start the song Niall." I slapped his arm sassily

"Lou and Haz sitting under a tree c-u-d-d-l-i-n-g first comes love then there's marriage, then there's a baby in a baby carriage." Niall sang

"Niall!" I blushed, why was I blushing again?

"Also, Ow! Me arm." Niall said 

"Late reaction much?" Zayn said 

"Oh, come on! Did everyone and the grasshoppers follow us back here?!" Harry questioned 

"Harry and Louis were cuddling." Niall cooed

"C'mon though Ni, it's pretty cold out, plus they're both sitting on the cold ground." Zayn said 

"Finally, some common sense." I breathed relieved from being put on the spotlight 

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As whatever just happened wrapped up, Mrs. Valery blew her whistle signaling it was time to head back inside.

What is going on with me today? I questioned

#berryhill #love #trust #fluff #1d #larry stylinson fanfic #harry loves louis #cuteness

[twinchampionsofkalos]

📼

Required background information: Because Vaniville Town is so small, it doesn't have its own school system and kids instead have to go to school in neighboring Aquacorde Town. Calem and Serena have been homeschooled for most of their life due to their mom's Ryhorn Racing Careers and fourth grade is the first year they're going to a real school.

[A memory taking place on the first day of 4th grade. A bus pulls up in front of Aquacorde Elementary School. A bunch of kids get off it, the last of which are Calem and Serena, ages 9 and 10 respetively. They both look nervous, though Serena is trying her damndest to put on a brave face.]

["Alright!" She shouts, pointing towards the school. "First day of real school! Time to make some new friends!"]

["Serena, are you sure this is a good idea?" Calem asks, sticking close to his best friend as they begin walking.]

["Course I'm sure." Serena says cheerfully. "We can't be by ourselves forever, Calem."]

["If you say so." Calem replies.]

[Cut forward a few hours. It's recess. Kids are playing on slides and swings. Calem and Serena are sitting on a bench, looking dejected.]

["Man, the day's already halfway over and we haven't made a single friend." Serena says, resting her chin on her hands.]

[Calem sighs. "We got close with that one kid. The dancing one."]

["Yeah, but then I scared him off." Serena replies. "Maybe you were right, Calem. Maybe this was a bad idea."]

["No, no, it is a good idea." Calem says, trying to reassure her. "You're right, we can't be by ourselves forever."]

["You're just saying tha-" Serena begins to say but stops when she spots something.]

[A big kid with a generically bully-like look sneaks up behind a pigtailed girl in pink on the swings and pushes her off. He says something inaudible and the girl hands him her lunch money. The bully then begins taunting the girl as she lays on the ground in the fetal position.]

[Serena and Calem both get up simultaneously and march over there. Neither the girl nor the bully notice them approach.]

["Aw look, she's crying." The bully says, laughing. "What a baby."]

["Hey!" The twins shout, pointing in unison. "Give her back her money!"]

[The bully turns around. His eyes seemingly light up upon seeing fresh meat.]

["Hey, it's the new kids." He says, laughing like an idiot. "I heard you two have never gone to school before. Must be true cause you'd have to be pretty stupid to try and challenge me." He butchers the word "challenge". It's painful to listen too.]

["Shut up!" Serena shouts.]

["Or else!" Calem completes.]

["Or else what?" The bully asks tauntingly.]

[Cut forward again. Calem and Serena are exiting the Director's office. Both of them look pretty beat up. Both look dejected.]

["Why are we getting detention!" Serena shouts angrily. "We didn't do anything wrong!"]

["So unfair." Calem grumbles. "And we didn't even manage to get that girl's money back for her."]

[Speak if the devil and she shall appear, the girl who was being bullied runs up to the two twins.]

["Oh! Hi!" Serena says, surprised.]

["Merci for saving me." The girl says.]

["Ce n'était rien." Serena replies.]

["Sorry we couldn't get your money back." Calem says, rubbing the back of his head.]

["It's okay." The girl says cheerfully. She holds out her hand. "My name's Shauna, what's yours?"]

["I'm Serena, and this is my brother Calem." Serena says, pointing to herself and then Calem."]

["Cool names." Shauna replies. "Wanna be friends?"]

["Really?" Serena asks. "You want to be friends with us?"]

[Shauna nods. "Uh-huh."]

["Yes! We'd love to!" Serena says. Next to her, Calem gives a thumbs up and a goofy grin.]

#twin memories

[rambalaings]

R5 - A friend indeed

Remember that feeling when you walk into a classroom, join a training camp, board a bus or come late to a party? Your eyes scan furiously for that one known face, that connection with someone, or just friendly eye contact with the first retina. Just an acknowledgment, a minute gesture, perhaps that nod or those first words is all you seek. If you are an extrovert, you may be the one that initiates this, but if you are an introvert, this can be horribly uncomfortable. This post is written from the perspective of an introvert who folks seldom realize I am.

Introverts know other introverts and there is a magical alignment between us. Introversion without words, gestures or clues, somehow permeates and carries to the brain of others. So, in that scenario where you are entering a party but do not have the option to duck into a corner, atleast imminently, there can be a few moments, minutes or even hours of excruciating discomfort that feels harder than taking an ice bath in the Antarctic.

That was the feeling I had in elementary school, entering a new class at the Pune Vidya Bhavan in Ghatkopar, Bombay. The demographics were not too steady as people moved around in Bombay at the time and kids were not all continuing across the years. So the annual ice bath lasted days when I did not really make any good friends and did not exchange many words or gestures. Worse, I picked up fights and started on the wrong footing with some of the gangs!

I was by no means a quiet kid or someone who kept to myself, but making connections was especially hard. I have often wondered whether this is due to an inherent lack of trust, a defensiveness of sorts, or due to some powerful bonds within the family or friends’ circle that were irreplaceable by others who you met only for a few hours, albeit, every day. Anyways, a few students would come and talk in between “subjects” or at “recess”. But these were brief conversations and not much transpired or with any sort of consistency. The state of affairs did not change for a few weeks, maybe a month into the school year, until that first active gesture, in this case, a call for help came. Explicitly a call for help as I recall…..

In our math class, one late afternoon, many of the kids were distracted by the sounds of kids playing in the playground for the final period of the day. It was just this math class standing in the way of getting back home and having fun or a snack, whatever was fancied. The teachers in India had a great knack of getting students’ attention. They would begin calling out names and asking them to answer a question or read from their work, else come to the black board to solve a problem. Yes, this happened, even in Kindergarten (2 levels - Upper or lower KG, some had pre-KG as well!). If kids did not answer the question or make an earnest attempt, the homework would double, to ensure the learning experience continues and that the right behaviors were promoted. Was it medieval, yes, if you look at it today, but back in the day, it was par for the course, especially in India.

Those who were not paying attention would get a little freaked out by this change in direction as it would come without any warning and even as the questions were being asked, there would be a panic to get to the answer in the time it took the teacher to come up with the assignee that was to answer it.

Such was the situation when a whisper called out to me from across the aisle asking for the answer to a question posed by the teacher. I can't remember the problem but I remember how earnest the eyes making the request were. I was less than 50% confident on the answer. The teacher had called out 2 boys and one girl and all of them fumbled the answer. This girl, let's call her Gaby, did not want to be singled out as one who did not know the answer. I wrote out what I thought was the answer into a chit of paper and threw it across the aisle to her desk. She gave me a beaming smile and a nod. Somehow the connection was immediate - it was gratitude for my willingness to help.

No, this ain't a Bollywood movie, so neither of us was called and I do not even remember whether the answer was correct. I would go out of the way to take a few long walks back home through her flat so that we could be talking before we headed home. She helped me with a few homework assignments when I got sick and could not attend school for a long time. My mother became good friends with hers, so we met a few times outside of school and would play at her place most often as mine was fairly crowded and crummy at the time ;) But it did not last; that moment forged a friendship that lasted all year until it was time for me to leave school for Kuwait. No social networks, and expensive phone calls via ISD and perhaps, with distance, no common topics to keep in touch for. At that time you tend to think it is all over, but alas, years later, it is these moments and experiences that one remembers. I remember being fascinated by this friendship then and even now I occasionally search through social networks but have no clue what to find. I don't even know her last name or whereabouts or even if I did find her, what am I going to say? Hey... 40 years ago, I helped out with a Math problem, remember?? ;)

The reason scenes in movies like '96 or Forrest Gump work is that they are real. And they are evergreen and work at any age. Be it the first grade of the first year of college or any time after that.

#friends #first love #bondsthatlast

[expelliarmus]

#mine #doctor who #jenna louise coleman #michelle gomez #ksica #i hope this colouring looks okay #i haven't watched both of these episodes back to back in a while #i should do that again i love them so much #so anyways school are talking about potentially reopening in the next few weeks here #and while that's great i'm also like uhhhhhhh #how am i supposed to be 2 metres away from all my kids in the classroom #[holds up 2 metre sticks taped together] hello do not come near me #'yes it's recess time but you can't play with your friends' #'go stand outside for 20 minutes and come back inside' #'i will help you with your question........ from way over here'