#OKAY HI I'm done with uni so I finally have time to draw again

[linawritestwst]

twst characters as things from my class gc!

UM. HELLO THERE. so, i wish i could say that YAY HIATUS IS OVER I'M BACK, but.. nope, it's not over yet. i think these first months of uni will be very busy for me and when i finally manage to get some free time, my energy levels are just too low for writing, haha.. so yeah, i'm not sure when i'll be able to go back to writing imagines.

but i didn't want this blog to be totally dead, so i decided to do this fun little thing! i saw a lot of people doing posts like this and my class gc is. well. a whole circus, so i thought i should try this too. idk if these are going to be "in character" but i hope they sound like something twst characters would actually say.

this is going to be mostly heartslabyul, because i feel like our class really has heartslabyul energy jnmfdkdldf.

riddle: *a voice message* "trey, tell them that if they don't come to this event, they WILL regret it and the headmaster will kick their asses. no, actually, i'd be okay with doing it myself. you can just send this message to them. i wish everyone a good day, a good life.. and i wish for those who won't come to at least have pretty tombstones when i'm done with them."

ace: oh well, looks like i'm gonna get my ass kicked.

cater: i'd rather get my ass kicked than go to that event and die of cringe.

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deuce: i'm sorry, i don't really get this, can someone send me their notes?

riddle: here *sends a pic of his notes*

ace: oh, of course you're the type to have ✨a e t h e t i c ✨ notes.

cater: you forgot the 's'

ace:

ace: oh, of course you're the type to have ✨a e s t h e t i c ✨ notes. (edited)

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(for context: one of my classmates mentioned that he's really into cooking and he's been trying to learn how to bake, but my prof said that there is no need for a man to learn how to bake unless he wants to impress a woman and even if he does it to impress her, she's gonna start using him, because now she knows he can bake. yes. he was very serious about it)

trey: the fun thing is that i'm actually bi and i already have a boyfriend, so hearing that i'm allowed to bake only to impress women is.. an interesting experience.

fem!yuu: i don't care that you already have a bf, i'm still gonna make you bake for me.

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cater: so i tried to take a pic of professor trein for fun, but i couldn't take a normal pic from this angle, so it looks like he's on top of the world and he's looking down on all of us

cater: this is so deep, i know

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(these are other messages after that one baking incident)

jamil: what's the deal with him saying that cooking for women is not masculine enough?

lilia: i got it, boys, we're only gonna cook for other men from now on

epel: the things that we have to do to keep our masculinity..

cater: marrying a man that you cooked for is the next step

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(again, for context: we have to make a short video introduction for all of us and we're planning to make it look like a tv show opening, but we don't know what song to use)

ace: seriously, y'all are acting like that one shrek scene

ace: idia goes "ANIME OP", cater goes "POPULAR SONG", idia is still sending anime ops and cater is still suggesting popular songs meanwhile lilia suddenly goes "A RANDOM SONG FROM THE 80'S"

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trey, saying this to ace and deuce: i don't know how to stop you two from fighting all the time, so i'm just gonna send random recipes every time you two start arguing.

trey: and it looks like i already have to send the first recipe.

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yuu, showing a drawing they made for a class event: i wasn't able to fit in all the letters, so i had to do it in a more.. creative way.

ace: ah yes, happy inter

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azul: *a voice message* you got it all wrong. we, dorm leaders, have other things to do and you all still have to do these tasks. so have fun with all of these assignments, hehe~

yuu: *also a voice message* hehe.. hehe.. hehe.. *STARTS CRYING*

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vil, sending a picture of his tired face: can you see how tired i am of reading all this nonsense now

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deuce: i'm gonna be honest, i wish i could put more effort into this, but i can't

ace: dude, no one here has put any fucking effort into this

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kalim, trying to do his dorm leader duties and write a class schedule + add professors' names: um. guys. i just realized that i don't know any of our professors' names

kalim: also, what is even the headmaster's first name

yuu, who's too tired of crowley's behavior: crowley. it's just crowley. write it like that

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bonus: twst characters as songs that were sent for that one video introduction thing. i am only gonna do some characters, because some songs are too "local" and obscure for everyone's understanding hdfkdmfk

ace: all star by smash mouth

cater: not exactly a song, but someone sent a tiktok that looked like this very ~aesthetic~ and pretty sitcom intro.. but with bts members. it just feels like cater to me

trey: friends opening theme

ruggie: never gonna give you up. i just feel like he would send it. or ace.

floyd: you spin me round (like a record) by dead or alive

kalim: parappa the rapper ost. or azumanga daioh opening

vil: listen, if i had to assign both by todrick hall to anyone in twst that would be him or cater

idia: *SIGHS* someone decided to send bnha openings. yeah

lilia: anything from maneskin's discography

silver: wake me up before you go go by wham! get it. get it, it's because silver is always sleepy and-

#tumblr refused to make the letters look like they're falling for the one bit about the drawing #but i hope you get the point #also am i supposed to tag this as headcanons or imagines or what #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #ruggie bucchi #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #twst silver

[zelkams-art]

It’s hard to say he is not having fun with some MianMian or Yuandao right now.

#Wei Wuxian #The Untamed #Mo Dao Zu Shi #mdzs #artists on tumblr #my art #OKAY HI I'm done with uni so I finally have time to draw again #ever since I posted that pride lwj pic I wanted to make a matching wwx one #so I went for the 3 color ribbon #even to it's weird to see him without the iconique red one #also the sheer sparkly robe to match his husband #and like yeah his sexuality crisis in a whole plot thing in the novel #but I also like how CQL went straight (hah) for 'ah yes our chaotic bisexual brother' #but yea - him! the goth bi king!

[achairwithapandaonit]

first, Happy valentines day :DDD

second, sorry it's been so long since i last checked up on you i guess it was on January??? Im not sure but i believe it's been a month and im sorry but here i am to check up on you :DDDDDDD

OKAAAAAAAAAY LET'S GET TO BUSINESS!!! How was your week ??? How is your day ??? Did you eat well ???? Are you hydrated ???? How are you feeling lately ???? Are you being comfortable or is there something bothering you ???? If you are then i hope you always keep up happy ^^ if there is something that's bothering you i just wanted to let you know that you are not apone and there alot of poeple around here that will always support you and stand by your side

Have a great day <333

:D happy valentines day!

also dw about not checking in :P real life is hard and sometimes internet life takes a backburner (??? is that even the term? this is my first language and i still get confused) because of that. besides,, being mutuals is like. :3 we are all vibing. <3 <3 <3

not much has happened this week seeing as it's only monday hsdkghksg but it has been okay i think. I walked down to the woods near where i live to do some drawings for a uni project earlier then came home and made soup and cleaned the floors. and now i'm doing more project work, but will stop in half an hour probably. (day ends either at 3pm or 4pm i make the rules).

the soup was very good! even tho i cooked it a bit too long. i should probably drink some water now that you mention it.

and it's been a good day where i've been productive, which hasn't been the norm recently cause my adhd kicks my ass hard.

ALSO! :D i have written a lot for a big big one-shot i'm planning to post?? when it's done i guess lol. tho it's getting very long so maybe i'll post it in chapters and that'll work out cause more people will find it that way.

i'm back into bnha again so it's of course a dadmight fic, and i've finally gotten to! write a time travel au!! with this! which has been something i've wanted to do for years but have somehow never managed for any of the fandoms i'm in.

i don't know if i told u i took up knitting?? but sdhgkjsgkshA HSHSHSDHHSDHHS AAAAA MY ADHD KICKED MY ASS AND I'M LIKE,,,, so CLOSE to finishing one half of a pair of fingerless mittens, but i just can't touch it cause funky brain chemicals go nooooo you can't have this one thing

i hope you're having a good day/week!!! are you still into oh my memory is shit at names?? uhh tokyo revengers? i think that was it. i hope your favourite character is having a great time! and not suffering too much in the way that blorbos from shows tend to.

wait wait,, here is a snippet from the last scene i wrote for the dadmight time travel au:

“Who’s Tenko?” Toshinori asks, at the same time that Midoriya asks, “How do you adopt a child?”

Toshinori gapes. “I- Young Midoriya? What. You’re only twenty.”

“Twenty six, actually,” Midoriya says, placing a pile of heavy books down on the coffee shop table. “Is twenty not old enough?”

“I think you should focus on your studies,” Toshinori says.

“This is important,” Midoriya says seriously. “It’s not just a whim.”

Toshinori looks at Midoriya for a good while. He sighs.

“I’m not exactly a great resource for finding out about adoption, seeing as I’ve never done it, but I’ll help however I can.”

Midoriya beams.

What follows is a quick google search on Midoriya’s laptop.

The boy takes one look at the screen and slumps in defeat. “Oh, twenty really isn’t old enough,” he says.

“I thought you said you were twenty six,” Toshinori says, reading over his shoulder.

“Not in the eyes of the law.”

Toshinori’s not sure he wants to know what that’s about. He’s not sure he’ll ever understand the things that make their way out of Midoriya’s mouth.

#ask tag

[julietnterein]

•| Violacea I. chp. 12 |•

A/U: I'm finally free from my uni assignments, so now I will try to be much more active here! I have one more story prepared for you and I was thinking giving you a little taste from a first chapter? What do you think? :)

Our training group grew over the days into a small amount of people. It wasn't just me and Clint anymore, now even Wanda and Pietro were regularly joining our group and sometimes Natasha came along, even though she wasn't able to train yet, and occasionally Bruce came as well, but it was always only for a couple of minutes. They never really left me and Pietro or Wanda alone in the gym, they always tried to supervise us with one of the agents.

Clint was teaching me how to shoot on the shooting range, which I always thought I was really getting better at, but when I was there with Natasha she always convinced me otherwise. The red haired woman always found something that I could have worked on and I was really glad that she was criticizing me and giving me some feedback, but it gets annoying with time and when it's only something like having my arms more stretched it gets on my nerves even more.

„A mistake like that, can cost you your own life.” She always says when she is giving me some feedback.

And exactly the same thing she did just now, when she skilfully sends me to the ground, because she was finally free from the cast one her hand, so she started training with us as soon as she could. I heard how Pietro's sucked his breath in when he saw my fall, again.

„Stand up.” Says Natasha, while I'm still on the ground, breathing through the pain.

„We are training for two hours already and-...” I try but she interrupts me quickly.

„And you are not even trying.” Natasha grabs her bottle that was lying next to the training mat.

„Excuse me?” I sit up and look up at her with an annoyed look.

„You heard me.” She takes a few sips from the bottle before she sets it down again. „C'mon, let's go.” She gestures towards me, so I have to stand up again.

I put on a fighting stance, that is probably the worst one I have ever done, I can feel all my sore muscles pulsing through my body.

„And try harder this time.” She winks at me when she is raising her fists. I make the first move, I'm throwing a punch, but she easily catches me and throws a low blow into my ribs. My breath hitch with pain and I staggered to the left, and that's when Natasha round kicked me from the left side that I left revealed when I staggered and I fell to my knees. She is not waiting for anything else, when she throws a punch in my revealed face, that sends me hard into the mat. I tried to pick myself up but when I see Natasha preparing for another punch I'm covering my head quickly and shout:

„That's enough! Red! Stop it!” It takes me a second to think of the safe word that we have to use, when something goes to the point where one of the trainees can't handle it anymore, and colors are probably the simplest thing.

„You are too afraid to be hit.” She snorts out a little.

„Well I wonder why?!” I bark in her direction and I can feel my blood boiling.

„Your stance sucks, you don't even think about your punches when you throw them and you don't even try to hit hard.” She names all the stuff. „A mistake like t-...”

„-That can cost me my life, I know!” I interrupt her quickly.

„Then why are you not trying?” She frowned at me.

Her voice is cold as ice and I can't help myself with my next comment:

„Not everyone here was trained to kill people!”

Her green eyes are turning dark really quickly and they are stabbing me like a knife right now. I know I shouldn't have said that but I'm so angry right now.

„Because some of us were literally developed just for that.” She whispers so quietly into the silence of the gym, but she knows damn right I will catch that. She knows that it will hit me into the right spot. That's when I can feel the weird warmth in my fingertips.

Pietro was probably the quickest one to notice the small amount of purple slightly glowing around my fingers, that's when he ran up to Natasha and grabbed her by the waist to pull her away from me. I can feel the lights flicker above our heads.

Wanda jumped right to me, creating quickly a red wall that would safe everyone on the outside from me causing them any harm.

„Andy, listen to me…” She says out my name, while my head is in complete haze and I can feel all the anger bubbling inside me, ready to be set free. She steps closer to me, slowly, one hand holding the red wall and the other slowly reached out for mine.

I'm trying to catch my own breath, holding myself on all four.

„I'm here with you.” She says quietly while she kneels in front of me slowly, because she doesn't want to startle me with any quick movements. I know that if I would have blown up again, like I did before with Natasha, she would be screwed, she put everyone into the safe zone except for herself. „You don't want to hurt anyone, right, Andy?” She was still talking to me, which felt really soothing to me as I had something to hold onto. „I know you can do this.” She finally grabbed my hand slowly into her hand, drawing small circles with her thumb over my hand. With every circle I felt my body slowly calming, like it was her touch that was pouring a iced water over my boiled nerves, that were ready to blow up.

All the lights above our heads went crazy as I felt my body absorbing their energy and there was this thick purple mist floating around my hands.

„I trust you.” She whispers. It takes her words a really long time before they start to make sense in my brain.

„You heard me. That's right.” She continues as she reads my mind. I could felt my muscles slowly loosen it's flexed position. „You are my family now.” She whispers so quietly but she knows damn right that I can hear it. „And I know you don't want to hurt any of us. We are all in this together.” With really deep breaths I'm raising my head up, looking for her eyes, that are following my every movement. She smiles at me. „You can do it.” She grabs me and pulls me into a huge hug when she starts hearing my thoughts much more clearly than before. My body fell into her hug, exhausted from all the energy it took from the lights and then how much energy it took me to put it right back in instead of blowing up into every direction. Everything is coming back into the picture with each and every breath in and out. Wanda no longer holds the red wall around us, but she holds me really close to her chest, understanding what I'm going through right now.

„It's okay. Deep breaths in and out, exactly like that.” She rubs my back soothingly. I can see all the purple mist finally disappearing from around my palms and that's when I return her the hug properly, burying my face into her shoulder.

„She did it.” I hear Pietro in the background. „She didn't blow up.” I can see him coming towards us with a huge smile on his face.

„Only thanks to Wanda.” I smile at her, as I slowly pull myself from her hug.

„But you hold it in yourself.” She squeezes my shoulder. „And that's progress.” She smiles at me.

I nod and then I frown at Natasha standing a couple meters away from us. „I know, I know.” She raises her arms in a defensive gesture. „But you could be a little nicer yourself.”

„I'm sorry.” I nod at her.

„So am I, I didn't mean for this to happen.” She says and before I can say anything else, Pietro quickly ruffle my hair before he heads back to his own training. Wanda just waves at me as she gives me and Natasha space to talk this through.

„Do you want to continue?” Asks Natasha carefully.

„No, because I would have to broke your arm again to feel a little better.” I roll my eyes.

„Whoa, whoa… hold up…” She stops me when I'm about to leave the gym. „Now it's my turn to break you something.”

„Try me and next time it's going to be a brick wall instead of glass.” I look at her seriously but can't hold it any longer as my ruin this up.

She can't help herself and smiles at me as well: „I call red on that.”

Chp. 13

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[sanghyukstattoos]

I'm sure of that. Dawon stans, show up here! 🙋🏻‍♀️ About your requests open, this is the best news ever 😍 So, let me think... What about something cute, I don't know well, maybe a cuddle night with a sweet make out session? Or a late night date watching the stars... Something like that. I'm lacking with my ideias these days, so feel free to improve it. And thank you ^.^ 💟 - 🦋

Date night 

Pairing: Lee Sanghyuk I Dawon x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2699

Summary: Today, the heart- warming memories of how you two started dating came back to you and while work may not have been the best, it sure felt like the right day for a date with your loving boyfriend, Sanghyuk. 

A/N: Heyyy 🦋, I’m sorry for making you wait once again but here it is! *Presents proudly* I loved your idea and had such an amazing time writing it. Also, I’ve been receiving support on my other fic ‘Warmth’ and I’m really thankful for that so here is another fic that I hope you can enjoy!

Dates weren’t uncommon between the two of you but suddenly reminded of how much you love him, there had to be a date for a date somewhere in the near future. Since you started dating during the summer of last year, tooth- rotting fluff between the two of you made you shy. The kind of shy where you would smile widely but look away and try to force it off your face. You were embarrassed at how he made you feel so you tried to hide it and send subtle signs hoping he would get the hints.

Unfortunately he didn’t because anytime you would flirt, he would do the same under the guise of friendship. Ripples of frustration made its course through you and one day, all your pent up feelings splashed like a bucket of paint hurled across canvas. You didn’t go for the obvious options of screaming, shouting or crying but just kissing him. Pouring all your feelings into one kiss, relief flooded through you and the desire to hug him overcame you but holding back you hoped that at least this time he would be able to return your feelings. That is exactly what he did and ever since then, the both of you have been going strong. 

In the past couple of weeks there had been changes in your work. A change of leadership and office politics not only made the atmosphere tense but working with your team was hard. Back straight and unbiased smiles towards everyone, you made sure to do an excellent job of not getting involved in any drama. The outcome would be greater than getting involved however, it was eating away at you and you could see that the same was happening with your co-workers. The less the issue was treated, the more difficult it became to solve it. 

Break time came and you were about to leave when a buzz caught your attention. It may have been a passing moment’s worth of information travelling through your visual field but you knew it was him. 

Picking it up, you read, ‘’Hey, how is work? Are your co-workers still having that fight 😂😢’’ causing a smile to light up your face. 

Laughing, you texted back, ‘’Hey, work is still the same. Oh yes, they definitely are and this is making everyone antisocial 🤧 Feels great to be here, you know💀 How is your work?’’. 

Collecting your coat and making a headway for the elevator, you exited the building and walked towards the café opposite- not an unusual place to meet up with colleagues from different departments. 

Opening the door, you were greeted with the distinct smell of cinnamon and pecan nuts. Your eyes caught your friends sitting at different tables. They look like a bunch of students gossiping but the difference is that it’s over coffee. You smiled at the thought. They instantly recognised you and waves were exchanged. Making your way to the table and taking a free seat, a senior spoke, 

‘’I heard that there are some plans underway to build a building at the back’’ to which someone else replied, ‘’Is that where all the resources are going? We need more hole punchers though, because someone seems to be stealing all of them.’’ eliciting laughs from those at the table. 

Your phone buzzed back and opening the message, you read, ‘’Oh nooo, is my baby having a hard time? Don’t worry, some things take time so cheer up and hope for the best~~. Also, I’ve been thinking, since you need a break, why don’t we go on a date?’’. 

Your heart skipped a little at the mention of a date and you texted back, ‘’Ah yes, your baby is having a hard time T_T. Is there a small chance if any, for me to scream on the rooftop tonight? Thank you, I’ll be here waiting 🙋‍♀️ A date sounds super refreshing right now and I wouldn’t mind the idea ~^~’’. 

Online now he texted, ‘’Hehe, you’ll get plenty of hugs when you get home. Very funny or did you forget that we don’t have a roof? Obviously you didn’t so do you think our neighbours will call the police, they think we’re are crazy people already..’’

Resisting the urge to laugh, you replied, ‘’I don’t even know who our neighbours are, should I just call it a half day and head home? Time and place for our date?’’. 

‘’That’s cute ;) I’ll pick you up but at what time do you finish today? Also, I don’t remember our neighbours being scary or anything like that 😶. This one’s a bit random but one day, just one day, lets sleep in. The place is a surprise and no, it doesn’t matter how many times you budge me, I won’t tell you 😘 ‘’ came his reply.

Looking back up from the screen and sipping your coffee, you decided that you had a decent amount of time remaining. 

You texted him back with, ‘’I finish at 5:30 today, what about you? I could meet you at home if there is a lot of waiting time. It’s a bit random ahaha, I wouldn’t mind sleeping in and plus we could do it on a Friday so we have a three-day weekend. Because you won’t tell me, I’m super excited now. You may get into trouble if I call you right now but just wait, when we meet I’m going to shake it out of you😊’’. 

You could picture him laughing a little on the other side as he replied, ‘’I finish at 4:15 today so I’ll pick you up and don’t worry, it’s only a little bit of a wait. I love how we are scheduling a perfect time for us to be lazy and you know what? That sounds absolutely amazing to me right now so tell when you want to do that. Also, my lips are sealed 🤐 🤗 ’’. 

Excited for the date, a small smile reached your face as you texted back, ‘’I’d love that too so tomorrow let’s schedule it together. Alright, I guess I can wait for up to 6 hours 😑 I can’t wait to meet you though, see you soon.’’.

‘’Whoever said 6 hours is long? I can already see you frowning at the mention of that 😂 😂 . Anyways, see you soon babe’’ you read and pocketed your phone with the thought of a date lingering at the back of your mind. 

Break ended within the span of a couple of minutes and exiting the café, you made your way back to work. A small sigh escaped your lips thinking about the workload but you straightened your back and walked confidently pursuing the idea of dedicating these hours to doing what you loved the most. Even if it meant dealing with the tension, in hindsight, the office would most likely joke about it after it ended so until that time came, you just had to wait. 

Sitting at your desk, you took in a deep breath preparing yourself for whatever was to come. Powering through the work felt satisfying, if not, at ease because not only did you get most of your work done, it was almost the end of the day and you could finally see your boyfriend- the moment you had been waiting for. 

It had always been like this as the day was fun but the most exciting part was leaving knowing that you had done what you came for. In the elevator, your senior from another department walked in. Recognition flashed across your faces and you greeted one another but subtly, you felt nervous.

 Your co-workers absolutely, and you meant absolutely spent all day dreaming about how fit this man was. You couldn’t have disagreed more, nudging Sanghyuk forward as more fit even though he wouldn’t admit it even if his life depended on it. ‘’You okay?’’ he asked and you looked up, wondering what was happening. Small talk?. Nodding, you asked, ‘’You okay?’’ sealing the awkwardness in one question. After this you highly doubted any more words would be exchanged. 

Nodding, the rest of the ride was in silence and after exiting, the both of you parted ways like a middle parting hairstyle. Reaching for the doors, you kept a lookout for Sanghyuk’s car spotting it almost instantly. Inside, you could see him on his phone so you knocked hoping to scare him just a little bit and scared he was. Laughing as you opened the door, he placed a soft kiss on your lips, whispering a small, ‘’hey’’. Mouthing ‘’hey’’ back, he asked, ‘’Are you ready?’’. In excitement you replied, ‘’I’ve been waiting for this moment all day, so let’s go!’’. He laughed at your enthusiasm and you joined in, feeling content. 

‘‘By the way, you never told me where we’re going!’‘ you spoke suddenly, startling Sanghyuk. Ahahaha, he thinks I’ve forgotten, but forgotten I have not. ‘’Why do I feel like this is the start of you badgering me for information?’‘ he said as he laughed, rubbing his forehead. Nodding, you smiled replying, ‘‘Do we even know each other?’‘ drawing a laugh from him. 

‘‘Thank goodness the place isn’t that far away then’‘ to which you asked, ‘‘How far is it?’‘ knowing that wherever this place is, it was going to be at least half an hour away and that was enough time to break the surprise. ‘‘Forty five minutes’‘ he replied with a pink tint to his cheeks making you squeeze in delight. ‘‘Please tell me you can wait for that long’‘ he stated, making me look out the window and laugh. His eyes widened as you grabbed his hand in yours and you could tell from the look on his face that he was suspicious. 

‘‘You’re always doing something like that you know, like poking me or what not so honestly, I’m scared right now’‘ he said with a rush and almost immediately followed with, ‘‘Babe, I’m driving’‘. Suppressing the urge to tickle him, you wiggled your finger threateningly in the air as if to intimidate.

 Unimpressed and with the flattest look in his eyes, he stated, ‘’Bring it on. I’m just thinking right now, what’s the worst that could happen?’’ but you knew that his weakness was being ticklish, something you would love to voice loudly on speakers. Giggling, you raised it and dashed it as close to his suit jacket as possible, retreating when he smiled at your antics. Using a childish voice he said, ‘‘Cute’‘ dragging the end as far as the wide ocean and this time, it was your turn to be unimpressed. 

‘‘Wow, that’s mature’‘ which led him to give you an offended look. Bringing a hand to your mouth, you laughed to which he replied, ‘‘Coming from you?’‘. ‘‘Excuse me!’‘ you spluttered and the both of you sat there laughing. He shifted the position of your hands onto your lap and on the open road, the trees and the house passed by in a blur. If you looked back, the speed slowed down and everything was much clearer and resting your head on the headrest, you took in the fresh sandalwood scent of the car’s interior while the warm rays of sun ran across the dashboard as the ending of the trail led to his hand on the wheel. The backdrop a blur, your eyes traced the lining of his nose bridge all the way to his jawline, admiring his relaxed face. 

It wasn’t exactly a wonder but in the span of less than forty-five minutes, the sky had begun to darken. A pink and purplish hue descended mixing in with the darkness of the blue night sky. Among the low moon, the stars that littered the sky caught your eyes and this was the first time you had paid attention to the beauty of the sunset speaking gently, ‘’The sky is so pretty today’’. 

Looking up, he sucked in a sharp breath as he took in the stunning sight. ‘’It is’’ he said in agreement. Breaking the comfortable silence that enveloped the two of you, he stated with joy in his voice, ‘’We almost reached by the way’’ peaking your focus on your surroundings. 

‘‘Not a lot of people come here so we should have the place to ourselves’‘ he said, turning left and finding a parking spot. Stepping out, the wind blew calmly like the sea breeze at the beach- welcoming and pleasantly. Coming around the side, he hugged your hand in his own and tenderly tugged you along. 

‘’Where are we?’‘ you asked looking up at him with wide, honest eyes. ‘‘Somewhere where you can relax. A colleague recommended this place so I’m just as new to this place as you are.’‘ he ended with a twinkling laugh. Adorned with tiny, green plants, the pathway wasn’t lit but there was just enough moonlight for the both of you to walk up. From the distance, you realised how much wider the place actually was.

Sculpted, a dark green hedge was accompanied by dome- shaped, glossy bright orange flowers that could be seen even as night approached. It acted as an entrance and replaced all the signs welcoming confused visitors. Leading you towards a bench, the two of you took a seat side-by-side. He left your hand and instead wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you to rest your head on his chest. 

‘’Are you cold?’’ he asked and you shook your head disagreeing. ‘’You were right, this place is really relaxing. Thank you for thinking of me and bringing me here’’ you said in appreciation. Moving his right arm to the side of your head, he turned your head so that you were face to face with him. Eyes, a warm shade of dark brown, he connected his lips with yours.

Sweet passion fruit and milk chocolate, the sky blue hydrangeas bloomed; in the distant ambience of the place, a bird took its first flight, soaring. Carefully and softly, your lips moved with the flow of his lips which feel velvety and delicate. Leaning away, the both of you took a breath as he said, ‘’You know those people who you just click with? As in, you become their best friends and they become special to you. So always- I will always think of you.’’.

Your hands moved up to his face and capturing his cheeks, your lips met his. Connecting for the second time, he felt just as sweet as the first, like every kiss you had shared. Endearingly, he managed to daze you each time reminding you of the shiny and sugary glaze on doughnuts, simple and classic. 

Smiling, your hands moved to smooth his hair which really didn’t need any smoothing but you felt the need to press his face in between your hands. Slyly you said, ‘’I think I like you, like a lot’’ to which he chuckled and said, ‘’I like you a lot too so stay with me’’. ‘’I’m not going anywhere, I’m just here to bother you’’ you replied with a giggle and facing you he incredulously asked, ‘’Did you just ruin-?’’.

Laughing while shaking his head, he pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead making your cheeks turn pink. When you returned the kiss, he questioned, ‘’What was that for?’’ and looking at his flushed cheeks, you smiled at the accomplishment. ‘’Just so, for once, you can feel how you make me feel’’ you replied with a bright smile. 

Hand to his chest he acted like his chest was hurting and breathing hoarsely said, ‘’Slow down’’ making you laugh a little. Settling down, your head went back to lean on his chest. Fingers gently pushed your hair out of your face; you moved your arms to envelope his torso, feeling the toned lines. Lying in his embrace, the two of you sat and watched the stars.

 Therapeutic, your relationship was something that you looked forward to everyday because apart from seeing one another, new adventures and exciting thrills came your way. Ultra realistic stills of your time with him were printed and couldn’t be easily forgotten so together, you took baby steps, one day at a time.

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[porkchop-ao3]

A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 30)

On The Move Again...

Idk what to say about this chapter other than a little bit of fluff? A little bit of angst? A little bit of pissed off reader? Just.. mucho dialogue, as per usual with my stuff lmao. 

Just wanna let y’all know that I go back to uni tomorrow (I start back really late, I’ve realised) and I’m going into my final year, so I will likely be busy. BUT, I hope to keep posting enough that you wont notice much of a difference, but yeah. If updates become a little less frequent, it’s not cause I’m getting bored of writing this :) side note... I’m so fucking ready to be done with university! 

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

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Arthur woke me up gently, dusting kisses over my face and petting my hair, whispering my name and rocking me in his arms to rouse me as delicately as birdsong. For about thirty blissful seconds I completely forgot about our circumstances, so enamoured with the feeling of waking up with him. This was something I had only done a handful of times but if this was every morning I would be a very happy woman. 

"Good morning, angel. I'm sorry to wake you, but I gotta get up," he whispered to me, his hand still smoothing over the back of my head. 

"I don't mind waking up if this is the first thing I see," I murmured sleepily, making him laugh. 

"I gotta say, it was real nice for me too," he said, kissing my forehead once before wrapping his arms around me and rolling us over until he was above me, though dangerously close to the edge. He slammed a hand on the table next to us before we ended up on the floor together and we laughed as he shuffled us back into the middle of the bed. 

"I don't want us to get up," I sighed. 

"Me neither, but we gotta figure out what's happening with Jack," he said, and it all came tumbling back to me. 

"Oh God, yeah, you know I was almost at peace for a second," I grunted, dropping my head back against the bed and trailing my hands up Arthur's sides. 

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, nestling his face against my neck and inhaling deeply. "I can hear Dutch out there. I ought to go out and talk with 'em, hopefully he's figured something out."

"Alright," I whispered, patting his back a couple of times before releasing him. 

With a groan Arthur pushed himself up and off of me, sitting down on the edge of the bed and stretching, rolling his neck and grunting as his joints popped. His jaw stretched open with a yawn, one which I caught and mimicked shortly after. I shifted to join him sitting up, and after taking a moment to straighten out our clothes and tidy our hair, we rose to our feet and emerged from the tent. It struck me how shameless we seemed to suddenly be about what was going on between the two of us. It had gone unspoken, but I believed both of us had frankly stopped caring about who knew and who didn't. 

Regardless, nobody noticed us leaving the tent together, too preoccupied to care, thankfully. Dutch, Hosea and John were sat around the table talking; Arthur joined them and I pottered off, leaving the men to it and instead heading to grab my morning coffee. I caught sight of Abigail sitting on the ground on her bedroll with her knees hugged into her chest, eyes distant. I opted not to disturb her, taking a seat with Tilly and Mary-Beth in front of their wagon. 

"Morning, girls. How're you two holding up?" I greeted them. Tilly was washing a chemise while Mary-Beth was distractedly stitching a white garment that I quickly noticed was dappled with a few specks of blood. Before any of them could even answer I spoke again. 

"Mary-Beth, you're bleeding!" I pointed out, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. 

"Oh! Oh shoot, what a mess. I pricked myself earlier on, didn't realise I'd drawn blood," she plopped her finger in her mouth and sucked on the injured digit. I put my coffee down and took the garment from her; it was a stocking with a tear in it. 

"I'll finish this, don't worry. There ain't too much blood on it, no harm done. 'sides your finger."

"I'm away with the fairies this morning," she shook her head at herself. 

"Ain't we all. How're you, Tilly?" I asked. 

"About as well as you'd expect. The other day I couldn't stop thinkin' about how bored I was, now I'd happily take boredom over all this mess," Tilly sighed, sitting back on her heels and shaking her hands free of water. 

"I'm confident the men'll get Jack back," I assured them both. 

"Me too, it's just all the worrying until then. Has Arthur said anything to you about where he is?" Tilly asked me and looked up at her, momentarily – and frankly unjustifiably – surprised that she'd asked me about Arthur. 

"Oh, no, he hasn't," I said after a pause. 

"How is he doing, anyway? He's been awfully quiet lately," Mary-Beth began, "not that he ain't usually quiet, but you know what I mean."

"Arthur? He…" I paused, looking down at my sewing. "I reckon his injury knocked it out of him for a bit, he didn't much like being cooped up. Then of course, first thing he does after getting back out there is watch Sean– it's understandable. I jus' think he's going through it a bit."

"Well I hope he knows he can come talk to any of us if he needs it. Though, I suppose he has you for that, now," Mary-Beth commented. I looked at her, a light frown on my face. 

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, we ain't idiots," Tilly laughed "it's extremely obvious that you and him are somethin' more than friends."

"No, that ain't what I meant. You don't think I'm… stealing him, hogging him away from all of you, do you?" 

The two girls looked at me, two sets of eyes going wide for a few long seconds before they both laughed. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that," Mary-Beth patted my knee, "I just meant he has you to open up to now, I ain't surprised if he don't talk to us about that stuff all that much anymore. I don't mind it, it makes sense."

"Before you came along, if Arthur was going through a rough patch, he'd come speak to one of us women. That ain't happened in a while so we figured he was talking to you instead, is that not the case?" Tilly added, picking the chemise out of the bucket and squeezing the water out.

"Oh, no, he does," I nodded, thinking back to the previous night, all his talk of getting out of here, no matter how idealised the thoughts were. Mary-Beth leaned forwards a bit, inspecting my expression. 

"Everything okay between you two?" She asked. 

"Between us, yes, everything is wonderful," I told her, a small sigh escaping me. "I just wish everything else was the same. I don't like seeing him worried. I'm worried too, but I know it ain't a scratch on how he must be feeling."

"Well, I'm just glad he has you. That man deserves a bit of love, that's for sure," Mary-Beth said, "after Mary, and everything that's happened to him."

"Mary-Beth," Tilly said, her tone a warning. 

"What?"

"You don't bring up a man's past relationships to his new lady," she chuckled, shaking her head. I smiled in amusement.

"It's alright. I know about Mary, even met her once. Well, not really met, saw her from a distance."

"Really? Oh, well I admit I was a little worried when I heard she was around. She practically carved the poor feller's heart out and spat on it. He was real excited when she agreed to marry him, I don't know how she could do that to him," Mary-Beth sighed. 

My heart thumped uncomfortably and I stared blankly at her. She noticed my silence and looked at me, the colour draining from her face soon after. 

"They were engaged?" I asked, my voice small. 

"Oh, Mary-Beth," Tilly said tightly, shaking her head. 

"I thought you knew," Mary-Beth covered her mouth. "Oh, goodness. I'm a fool."

"No, no it's fine. I've no right to be upset," I shook my head, snapping myself out of it. "I guess it just surprised me, I didn't know it'd gone that far."

I understood better why Arthur had been so deeply hurt by her. Why he'd held onto her for years, why he'd kept her photo, why he'd acknowledged her letter and gone to meet her despite the pain he knew it'd cause him. She was the woman he'd loved so much he'd wanted to share the rest of his life with her.

"No, you're upset. Oh gosh, forget this I'll do it later," Mary-Beth snatched the sewing from me and tossed it aside, clasping my hands in hers. "This was years ago, he's clearly moved on and he has you, he's completely taken by you, it's so easy to see."

"I don't need reassurance, like I said, I have no right to be upset over something that happened before he even knew me. He has his own life, how awful would I be to turn sour over him living his own life?" I forced a laugh, shaking my head. 

It was true, I had no reason to be upset. And I wasn't upset, not with Arthur, he'd done nothing wrong. But I did feel something cold and sickly and gross in my tummy and it was startlingly close to inadequacy.

"Mary-Beth is right, he's crazy about you. I watched him drawing you the other day when you weren't looking. Never seen the man look so peaceful," Tilly added, moving closer to join us. She put a hand on my shoulder as she sat beside me. 

"You did?" I sputtered, eyes going wide and my face going hot.

"Yeah. You were brushing your horse and he was at that table over there just watching you, sketching away in that journal of his. I'd love to see what's inside that thing," Tilly giggled. 

"I bet it's real romantic," Mary-Beth remarked, her voice low and tender.

"It never occurred to me that he might write about me in there," I thought aloud. 

"You should sneak a peek while he's sleeping," Tilly whispered and I flashed her a disapproving frown. 

"Oh, I couldn't. That'd be a violation of his privacy," I said. 

"I guess," Tilly sighed glumly. "You should at least ask him."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I reckon I might prefer the mystery."

"Might be full of things he's too scared to say, could show a soft, vulnerable, tender side to him that his tough, manly lifestyle forces him to hide," Mary-Beth stared off into the distance, her expression nothing short of dreamy.

"Good lord, Mary-Beth. You really have to stop reading those novels," Tilly laughed and Mary-Beth playfully swatted her arm. I couldn't help but smile, eyes wandering over to Arthur across the camp. That smile quickly faded though, when I noticed Lenny approaching the group with two men I did not recognise. 

"Hey, Dutch! We got a problem," he called out, pointing his gun at the back of the men, keeping a close eye on them as they walked towards Dutch. 

The men were well dressed in suits and ties and bowler hats, the second of the men had a gun slung over his shoulder. Something told me they weren't friends of the Van Der Linde gang. I stayed put as the men exchanged a few words. 

"Crap, that's the Pinkertons, I reckon," Mary-Beth hissed under her breath when she noticed. The gang slowly surrounded the group, forming a crowd that couldn't not be at least a little intimidating. I rose to my feet, crossing the camp towards them to listen in on what was happening, aware of the fact that Tilly and Mary-Beth were hanging back. 

"I don't know if you're aware but this is a civilised land, now. We didn't kill all those savages to allow the likes of you to act like human dignity and basic decency was outmoded or not yet invented. This thing, it's done," the first gentleman was announcing when I got close enough to hear. The atmosphere was so dark and thick, it was like I could taste it or smell it, it was foul like the contents of a spittoon.

"This place ain't no such thing as civilised. It's man so in love with greed he has forgotten himself and found only appetites," Dutch responded, his words so well articulated, spoken almost like poetry right from a book. 

"And as a consequence, that lets you take what you please, kill whom you please and hang the rest of us? Who made you the Messiah to these lost souls you've led so horribly astray?" The agent questioned, eyes scanning the crowd around him. His eyes found me. "Oh, and who is this? You must be new, haven't heard anything about you."

Dutch and Arthur looked my way, Dutch's expression stony and serious, Arthur's immediately turning to painful worry. 

"Leave her–" Arthur started, abruptly cut off by Dutch. 

"You'd single out a lady whom to your knowledge has done nothing wrong? That doesn't make you a man any more than threatening the likes of me does," he said. Hosea, who happened to be closest to me, pushed me behind him and obscured their view of me.

"Whether or not any of you lowlifes consider me a man is of no importance to me. I am here to offer you all a deal. You, Dutch, come with me and I'll give the rest of you three days to run off, disappear and go live like human beings someplace else," he bargained, and I stared at the back of Dutch's head, my heart in my throat as I awaited his response.

Dutch chuckled.

"You came for me? Risked life and limb in this den of lowlifes and murderers so that they might live and love? Ain't that fine?"

"I don't wanna kill all these folk Dutch. Just you," the agent stared at Dutch with such disdain I could practically feel the second hand effects of it, creeping hotly up my arms like vines.

"In that case, it'd be my honour to join you," Dutch's words were low, pleasant, "excuse me friends, I have an appointment to keep, with…"

The metallic clicks sounding out across the crowd rose hairs on my neck, weapons being readied, the threat loud and clear. 

"I think your new friend should leave now, Dutch," Miss Grimshaw warned. It was clear that nobody here was prepared to let the men take Dutch away. And Dutch… he was well aware of this.

"You're making a big mistake, all of you," the Pinkerton glowered, unsettled and frustrated, losing his grip on the situation he was so evidently being overpowered in.

"Yeah, dreadful. We have got something. Something to live and die for, how awful for us. Mr? Milton, stop following us, we'll be gone soon," more cool, velvety words from Dutch.

"I'm afraid I can't, and when I return I'll be with fifty men. All of you will die. Run away from this place you fools. Run!" 

"Come on," Lenny grabbed his arm, got him moving only to be shaken off.

"Get your damn hands off of me, boy," and with that, the gentleman returned from the direction they came. As they disappeared through the trees, the air seemed to clear just a bit. It left behind an unpleasant sludge but at least I felt I could breathe. 

The crowd dispersed as Dutch turned to Arthur, the men spoke quietly and I backed away, shaken by the experience. I knew that the Van Der Linde gang were wanted, chased by a dozen different groups of enemies, but actually seeing the evidence standing in the middle of the place we were all meant to feel the safest was difficult to wrap my head around. 

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I found myself with Javier again, I'd sought him out when Dutch made the announcement that we were moving again, so I could help to take some tents down like last time. We worked together well enough. We were taking down Arthur's first, deconstructing the canvas and posts, loading everything up on the ammunition wagon it all attached to. I was tasked with carefully unpinning his photographs from the side of it so that they wouldn't be lost in transit. Javier and I weren't as talkative this time around, but his choice to start this particular conversation vexed me.

"This piss you off?" He asked, holding up the photograph of Mary. I frowned at him. 

"No," I simply said. 

"Alright," he said innocently. "I just thought, since you and him…" he trailed off. 

"Whatever he and I are, he's allowed to keep a photo of a person he once held dear," I said, packing away the keepsakes in Arthur's chest. I took the photo from Javier and it joined the rest.

"So, are you guys serious?" He asked. When I didn't answer him, he walked around to stand in front of me, folding up Arthur's bedding. "Micah's been sayin' some stuff."

"Micah," I repeated, looking up at Javier. "Micah doesn't know anything about Arthur and I so take it with a pinch of salt."

"No, not about Arthur, 'bout you and him, at the Parlour House," he told me. 

I stared for a moment, mind failing to conjure up a response. 

He smirked, though he seemed surprised. "So something did happen?"

"What's he been saying?"

"Nothing, really. It's all vague suggestion, was saying it 'round the fire the other night when you were in here with Arthur," he explained. "I know you and Micah have had some tension, with that kiss that day."

"What the fuck did he say?" I reiterated, getting irritated. 

"Said stuff like you and him make a good team, the usual crap. But then he talked about you two going out drinking at the Parlour House, you two had fun together, got along real well. Said it with this smirk on his face," Javier told me, wearing a salacious smirk of his own. "Didn't make it hard to read between the lines."

"Right, so basically, he's tryin'a start a rumour about me and him? What, that we kissed? Slept together?" I scoffed, and Javier shrugged. "Well, here's a rumour, spread it all you like. That bristly faced creep asked me to sleep with him at the Parlour House that night, an' he's clearly feeling hard done by considering I rejected him. And don't worry, Arthur already knows about the whole damn embarrassment and I talked him down from beating him, but I'm sure he'd reconsider if I jus' said the word." 

With every word I stepped closer to Javier, poison in my tone that wasn't really directed at him. The corner of his mouth curled up and he leaned away, holding his hands up in surrender. When I was finished, he let loose a chuckle. 

"Alright, I got you, loud and clear."

"I've been trying my damnedest to find the best in him, I know there's some decency in the man, but, by God. He's making it real difficult for me not to join the rest of 'em in hating the bastard," I huffed, feeling my face flush with embarrassment mixed with anger.

"Ay, it's okay. I never really believed him. Don't think anyone else did, either, we all saw how you were when Arthur got fucked up by the O'Driscolls," he reassured me, putting a hand on my shoulder and gingerly pushing me backwards, out of his personal space.

"Yeah well, even so, I don't take kindly to someone making me out to be somethin' I ain't. Say if someone did believe him, then watched me hanging around in Arthur's tent all these weeks, they'd think I was a real piece of work," I muttered, snatching the pillow from Arthur's bed and putting it in the wagon, then moving to roll up the thin padding that served as a mattress.

Javier laughed. "I think you're overestimating people's ability to give a damn. Even if it was true; you wanna get it on with half the gang, that's up to you. Wouldn't be the first girl," he snickered. 

I cocked a brow at him. 

"Could'a been any one of us in John's position," he shrugged. My head whipped around towards where Abigail was, helping pack with Sadie and Karen. 

"Oh, I ain't gossiping. Stop it," I muttered, shaking my head.  

"Alright, muñequita," he chuckled, "no more gossip."

"What does that mean?" I asked. 

"What does what mean?"

"Mune– mune– that word you said," I shook my head, the unfamiliar word dissolving in my mind before I could repeat it.

"Muñequita?" He smirked at me, looking a little surprised that I'd asked. A little embarrassed, even. "Oh, nothing. It's a… just a name. A term of endearment."

"Oh, alright. It's a pretty word," I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him. 

"Means little doll. People don't tend to ask me what I'm saying, so I'm a little caught off guard," he laughed, shaking his head and turning away from me to lift up the bed frame. "The name seemed to suit you. Those jobs you do, putting on all these roles, playing pretend. Like a little kid's doll." 

He leaned the bed up against the wagon and turned to me, appraising my reaction.

"Well, playing pretend…" I started, pursing my lips in thought. "I guess I can pretend it ain't me robbing people blind. It's Jemima Jones." 

Javier laughed through his nose, tilting his head down. 

"Jemima Jones. She's a clever girl, but don't let her take all the credit–"

"I'm glad you two are gettin' along so nicely but if you remember, we all have the threat of death hangin' over us until we get packed up and gone. Get moving!" Miss Grimshaw hissed as she marched passed us. 

Javier and I shared a glance before getting back to work.

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[milasartblog]

Allister: Sakróne tribe?

He looked at Kim confused and puzzled as Kim took place to sit and opened the page.

Kim: I was surprised myself. For long time nobody found an evidence of such tribe's existence. And yet, some notes were found in one place, where right now is village near the forest. Notes were made by anonymous author, and-

Allister: Anonymous author doesn't always mean that it can be a scientist or archeologist. Maybe it's someone's prank to make an urban legend and get a popularity.

Kim: Maybe, but i feel that it can be true.

Allister: And what makes you feel like this?

Kim: Look.

Kim points at the page that was teared apart and instead there was a note, written in unknown language.

Allister: So what? There are a lot of fonts online. Somebody maybe wanted to leave a prank message.

Kim: Al, how can you be so skeptical to such things? If it was not true, people would not write a book about it. Plus, this page was teared appart, so maybe it was important.

Allister: Yeah yeah, whatever. So, do you know what this note says?

Kim: I tried to decrypt this message, and what i got is: "I'm the last of Sakróne, and if you want to get this page back, try to find me. You will recognize me. Like you recognize other people." I'm not sure what was so important in this page, but what surprises me is that nobody noticed the missing page of this book.

Allister: Maybe because people find this book about this "unexisted" tribe as common fantasy story?

Kim: Al, this is serious!

Allister looked at Kim being serious about such things. He knew she would react like this, and yet he didn't mean to make her feel like this. He tried to be on his opinion about it, but with deep sigh he looked at the book.

Allister: Okay, and how will we find this last-of-Sakróne?

Kim was surprised a bit, but smiled as looked at book again.

Kim: This person wrote that we will recognize him, like any common person. Maybe he hides in our city like common person.

Allister: So you want me to look at every person in the city?

Kim: No, it will take too much time. I don't think that it should be done in a hurry. There was no date or time in the note, so i suppose this guy just wants to hide something important to him, something that it's better not to know.

Allister: Alright, so we can start our search when we will have enough things about this person and about this tribe. Is there an internet version of this book?

Kim: Sadly no, so i will try to make copies of it.

Allister: I can pick you up to nearest stationery. But on motobike, if you don't mind.

Kim: It's better like this. So, let's go?

Allister: Yeah

And they went out from library quietly to the outside as they got on bike and drove away from university. A strange person appeared in the city, saying that he is the last of Sakróne tribe. Will our heroes find out who it was, and will they ever meet each other one day?

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And this is the part 2 of bonus ending. I was so excited to finally do this^^ I'm so sorry for taking it long, i couldn't find my confidence to do it, even with uni qwq And yet, you showed me that my story is still worth doing it at least for myself, because i do enjoy making stories and drawing my characters^^ So, i hope you will like this ending and hope that you will enjoy next part that i will try to make^^

Allister, Kim and last of Sakróne belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

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[ellyzsx]

Story time

Suicidal thoughts run keen through my head. Driving through Krakow country side I saw a housing estate next to lovely tall trees - forest like - and thought what a lovely area to be able to play as children. Then I wondered which is the tallest tree could I hang myself from? No former context, no sadness, just my empty emotions triggering my brain to tell myself I should be dead. This is how my life is now.

I dream most days and nights of my life ending in disasters. Lachesism. I say I'm scared of when lorrys drive to close or fast past me. But I'm scared for the moments when they don't kill me. People point out that I drive recklessly because they are afraid of the end; I'm not afraid. Driving that way feels like freedom, my chance to escape, even with intent to cause self harm.

I don't want a grave stone, I don't want my ashes to be spread. I want my organs donated and the rest burnt. The ashes can be used in cooking because I am one spicy mother fucker! Joking!! Don't worry, I really just want them turned in to jewelry so I can still shine while I'm gone.

The ironic thing about my situation is that I want to die to end my suffocating thoughts but at the same time I still have little bits of me that knows some of my self worth. Contradictory as it may be, I probably laugh and smile everyday without a doubt but my thoughts of disaster never leave. I work and study hard but I'm still occasionally believe I am a failure in my mind; like I'm always worse than everyone in the room. I love people and helping out everyone, but I think everyone hates me and would be better off not having me around. It's complicated in my mind.

I feel on the road to recovery, I can admit that I'm not okay when I don't feel okay, I know the past history that has gotten me to how I am and I'm seeking help; 3rd increase dose of Anti-depressants, Cognative Behavioural Therapy and many other forms of help I can get. I have supportive friends and family, I'm very lucky that I have my dream career job and I get to go on amazing holidays like just travelling in Poland for the past weekend. I just don't know what it is that drives myself hatrid other than... well myself.

It's a viscious cycle that I can't get escape. I'm motivated and feeling fine one day, something goes wrong very easily that affects me for weeks and then I find a little bit of motivation to build myself back up and it happens again... and again... and again. I try and count my blessings but in order to do that I draw Venn diagrams to see the wrong, okay and right things in my life. It's an occasional thing and the amount of varience I get each time seems like a uncoordinating joke. But It gives me a sense of assurance when things are okay or right for a few weeks in a row.

I've been taught many coping mechanisms in my past 4 years of anxiety and depression. Even writing them down in this form feels weirdly like a strategy. I'm explaining my dark and ugly, following my long journey ahead, and explaining what works for me. Even if one person gains usefulness then this is all worth it.

As we are on the topic of helpfulness: I like being helpful - it gives me a purpose other than selfish motives. If I've been helpful to one person and not to the rest of the crowd I feel like a failure. I desire to be the famous hero who didn't do it for fame but for the sheer enjoyment of people liking them and for a purpose in other people's lives. So I try to help - I volunteer at my local explorer scout group, I help raise and organise charity events, I help and support friends and family. I even try to go the extra mile at work to raise awareness of women in engineering to help inspire and shape them little girls to be the change our industry needs. I also help educate teams on mental well-being and illnesses with in the work place to bring the awareness to here and now.

All positive were written there, but the underlying negative abuse I hurl at myself for everything I've not been enough help on or not doing at all hurts:

"I'm not helpful I'm just in the way, I'm pathetic, I'm a waste of space, they don't need me, they'd be better off without me, it's not working you're a failure, you are making it more worse, stop trying you aren't a good person for doing it."

Just as them thoughts constantly pass through my mind another extreme example from this evening I write on - I was on the train back from Birmingham walking through derby station, I had the thought that I could run away on any train go ahead and not look back and when I'm on the train I can take every single tablet I own and swallow it to die. Or i could come back another night with a home made bomb and make sure I'm in a carraige with no people in it. Why not die? Make it a dramatic escape. Even in the last few typed words I had the thought of jumping in front of a train which would take no effort and only affect 1 person's life than my own. Why do I have these thoughts? Am I a physco path planning my death at every opportunity?

Reading back the first few paragraphs I see how contradicting my thought patterns are. Living with Anxiety and Depression for me is being followed by a voice, it knowing all my insicurities and how to use them against me. It gets to a point where it's the loudest voice in a room, that I can't hear anything else. I don't remember a time when it wasn't like this, when the voices didn't make me feel empty and alone inside. What's even worse is a lot of the people I have opened my heart to have let me down, causing me to shut down further.

My past history is not brilliant, I never felt secure with my friends, I was harassed in college and I've always struggled to maintain my apperance. I've been through some tough break ups of friends and partners and my relationships with family has not always been stable. One thing I find hard is to love myself and know myself worth when the people around you don't like you and tell you that you aren't good enough. But through all this at the same time I've had some amazing times.

I do want to be happy. I just feel useless most days. I try not to complain but the grass isn't always greener and I feel in constant mud. It sounds pathetic but I feel like I'm in a rut. At the moment everything is fine with friends and work. It I don't feel important. I don't feel as if there is any worth to my day's. I get up, go to work, and then do nothing until I get home and sleep. I mean sure I go to netball, dance, yoga and I volunteer at a scout group but it doesn't feel like I'm doing any of it for myself and I'm slowly giving up on trying to please those around me.

But I guess I do it for the hope of my future, for the one, for the wedding, for the kids, for the house, for the lazy Sunday morning lie ins with the loved ones. It's all a fantasy.

Tonight at explorers we were doing first aid training and one scenario was that one of the boys had a cut on his wrist and he was bleeding out. Through those discussions I was thinking how I could slit my wrists and drown in the bath and no one would be able to put me in the recovery position. Another perfect idea but inconveniencing whomever finds me. It doesn't sicken me thinking of myself this way. Maybe it's how I'm meant to be.

My mum tells me I should think positive thoughts but it's like an urge to plan how I should die. Another disaster I saw was a crash this morning. I wish I was in the place of the other person.

Not paying attention to lectures is becoming a really bad habit. I still haven't started writing for my digital assignment which is due in 5 days! But I have decided I would like to end up working for the Naval group in Adelaide Australia! I finally have an aim!! It feels good and when I travel there next year I will get to see if it's what I desire!

Another person has just unfriended me on Snapchat? What the hell have I done wrong now? I'm getting sick of being made out to be the bad guy all of the time :/ And now Facebook!! All for shutting him down over complaining that people can't be themselves or get offended. I've had enough of this work force, it literally is a battle every week just to keep peace. I don't want to listen to your political opinion every 2 minutes I'm sorry but I'm here to work. The ignorance of some people.

Do you know what I'm going to work my arse off and start this assignment today and prepare the manufacturing question to prove to the haters that they only make me more powerful :) oh the contrast in these paragraphs is funny.

This afternoon I spoke to my mum on how all my emotional trauma started. She understands now and it feels like a relief to be honest. I've just been to netball and I feel like I've played really well!

I have decided on a main goal within my career! Naval group Adalaide Australia! (Not long term but a few years in Australia won't do me harm in my life time! Now I've explored the majority of Europe it's time to step in to the big leagues!) Naval group design submarines for the Australian Navy and with my career path I hope that I will have the opportunity to be able to try and apply for a job there some day in the next 15 years! Now I just need to maintain motivation.

What to do when motivation is running low in the future:

• Find the worth of what you are doing

• research and re-inspire!

• be powerful enough to overcome the ruts!

• believe in yourself - you are capable!

• remove any distractions

I just read a quote that said 'don't worry darling this is just a chapter, not your whole story' and I thought well it's a fucking long one! I'm sat drinking mocha staring outside of a uni window in a corridor I look so depressed it's funny! I just needed to get away from the noise and the stress. I only want to talk to one person but he doesn't know that and it's starting to stress me out but it's my own fault for falling for him when he told me not to. On the plus side I definitely want a nice view in my house when i move to Aussie! I mean looking outside to wet britain it's really nice but sunny aus will be tonnes better!

I'm stressed, my brain hurts and I'm tired. I really want this assignment gone. I'm physically in pain from yoga and I'm exhausted :( moan moan moan moan I'm even pissing myself off. I could do with a power nap or somewhere comfortable to sit. I also miss my earphones :(

Just met a lovely man and had a chinwag it was distracting but it's nice to get to know people without it being depressing all the time!

I was in a one night stand with a 28 year old in a 7 year relationship. Put myself on tinder.

I'm tired of people they never fail to disappoint me

Netball is good though! Proper enjoyed chatting with everyone! Good stress relief and even though I haven't done much it took my mind off the crap earlier.

It's been a while

It's working

I feel ok

I'm no longer a mess

I can stop these thoughts

I counter act them

Not everyone hates me

[immiesradio-blog]

You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 5

Chapter 5

July 1968               Barbara's P.O.V 

After the gig that I had missed due to Stella's illness, the next day I had been approached by Freddie, who looked extremely tired with little bags underneath his brown eyes, he had clearly had a marvellous night. He talked about how I had really missed out on going, speaking about them for more than ten minutes at least, talking about how talented they were and how kind they were to him after the show.

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't come," I tell him as I sigh, thinking about how much fun I could've had, "I just couldn't do that to Stella, she was really ill. She stayed at home again today."

"It's not your fault Barbara, don't be silly," he replies, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, squeezing my arm tightly in reassurance, "Just a shame, I'm sure you would have got along well with at least one of them, potential boyfriend material? The singer maybe?"

I laughed and slapped his chest playfully, "Oh shut it! Stop trying to pick out a boyfriend for me, I'm perfectly fine being single."

"Just being a good friend to you dear," He states, smirking down at me as he removes his arm from my shoulder, "Now, I must meet Mary. We shall come to yours at five on the dot."

"See you then, I've already got some food at home so no need to bring any."

"Food is not important dear. Alcohol on the other hand is, have you got plenty for all of us?" He asks with a quizzical brow, waiting patiently for my answer.

"We may need more, I had some last night," I reply, smiling cheekily, thinking back as I remembered sneakily leaving my room and tip toeing to the cupboard where we kept all of our alcohol, I had a few glasses of baileys and ended up collapsing onto the sofa at three in the morning, sleeping there.

"You minx," he mutters with a devilish toothy smile on his face, "No problem, I shall bring some."

This was me, Freddie, Stella and Mary's Friday gathering, we would usually go to the local bar, but due to Stella's illness which she hadn't completely recovered from we decided to socialise at our apartment, inviting the rest over.

"Stella! Are you up?" I call out, shrugging off my jacket and hanging it up onto the coat peg by the front door.

"Just about!" I hear her voice and soon see her appear at the door frame of her bedroom, "Woke up about ten minutes ago."

"Do you need anything?"

"No thank you," She answers, taking slow steps past me and into our living room. I follow behind her and take a seat next to her, she was silent and had her hand up against her forehead, "I must be better by next week, I can't afford being like this anymore at all."

Next week was important for her as she had been given the opportunity to have some of the clothing that she had designed and made to advertise and use on an upcoming artist who she hadn't mentioned the name of. Stella had to drop off some of this clothing to the team and stylist of this musician next week, the time going very quickly due to her sick time off staying at home. To say that she was worried would be an understatement, the past few days had been non stop mention of this shoot and the working time that she had been missing.

"You'll be fine, Stel, as long as you come into uni on Monday to finish off everything and make sure you're ready," I reassure her, "You're almost done aren't you?"

"Yes, I'd just need a model to wear the clothes for me?" She says, her tone was different though, as if she were answering a question, she was glancing at me expectantly, "All you need to do is try them on, I may take some pictures."

"I mean sure, once I've got my work done I can get to you," I reply, "What time would you need me?"

"Three in the afternoon?"

"I finish at one so that's absolutely fine."

Hours later Freddie had arrived with Mary, two bottles of alcohol in his hand. When he let himself into the apartment and saw us he held the bottles high up in the air and cheered as he had the hugest smile on his face, "Time to drink!"

Stella reluctantly threw her arms up in the air as I jumped up off of the sofa and grinned widely, walking towards Freddie and Mary, pulling them in for a group hug, "Hello party people!"

"I'm feeling so left out right now," Stella mumbles quietly, but loud enough for us all to hear as I pull away from the group hug. I see her place her hand over her heart along with trying to pull off a fake cry, attempting to throw her head back dramatically in despair.

"Deal with it," I reply, smirking as I jump onto the sofa next to her and pulling her into a hug, "bitch."

"Your bitch."

"My bitch."

I can hear Freddie laugh as he takes a seat on a bean bag beside the radio which was on and on low volume. He then poured himself a glass of alcohol and held it up to the air, spilling some of his drink as it fell over the glasses edge and dropped onto his growing long black hair, "Our bitches!"

"Where are our drinks?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in false anger, gesturing to the three of us who were currently empty handed and waiting for Freddie to pour out our glasses.

"I'm doing them now, drunkard," he tells me as she reaches for the bottle which was resting beside his foot, he quickly glanced at Mary as he did so, blowing a kiss at her.

"You can talk."

"Here you go Madame," Freddie leans forward towards me and reaching as far as he could to hand the glass to me gently, not wanting to waste a drop.

In a way I had preferred staying home with my friends instead of walking down the street towards the bar. It was a much more relaxed evening and Stella seemed to lighten up a little bit, laughing way too much as we would all tell jokes, anecdotes and updating each other on what we had done on the day, future plans.

"You must come and see 'Smile' the next time they come here," Freddie has recommended once again, "Stella, when you're better you must join us. It's lots of fun I promise you."

"Have they already given you a date?" I ask, taking a sip of the Gin that Freddie had poured me.

"Not yet dear, probably in the next few weeks I'd hope."

The next morning we had all collapsed on the floor, other than Stella, who was sleeping comfortably on the sofa and snuggling her head into the cushion.

The following week on the Monday I had gone to see Stella like I had promised. She ushered me over into her little space in the corner of the textiles room and pointed straight at the dress that was laying on the crafts table. What she had made was insanely beautiful, a leopard print type pattern on thin material in the shape of a one piece, armless outfit.

"It's beautiful Stella!" I squeal while I do a slight jump of excitement at the thought of being asked to model it for her.

"It is?!" She asks in disbelief, "I mean, I guess it is."

"If it wasn't then it wouldn't have been picked out to use would it?" I ask rhetorically, "It's amazing Stella, this is a great opportunity for you to get your work out there!"

"Okay, okay, stop making me nervous!" She replies, smiling shyly as she hits my arm, "We need to find a good place to take pictures, any ideas?"

I thought for about ten seconds before a light bulb had begun flashing on and off in my mind, "I'm thinking somewhere outside, a park? The pattern would go with the green."

"A splendid idea, let's go right now!"

"I need to put it on first Stella, slow down!" I call out to her as she had almost already exited the room.

The clothing was a perfect fit and I had fallen in love with it so quickly. There was a mirror perfectly placed in the room and I twirled myself around several times, "Stella, you must teach me."

"Only if you teach me how to draw like you."

"Deal," I reply, smiling as I look over myself again, for once I could actually admit and say to myself that I looked pretty good in this outfit, "Could you make me one of these?"

"How much will you pay me?"

"An arm wrestle, if I win, you have to make another one for me, if you win, I will make you draw you something out of this world. If I can," I tell her, smiling confidently.

"It's almost like you actually want to lose."

I had lost the arm wrestle that day and I felt so gutted that after the little photo shoot that Stella had planned for me, I would never be able to wear the outfit that she had made herself ever again. We wandered along a stray little block of green grass surrounded by large trees with a small playground placed in the middle. Me and Stella did not have to walk very far to find it, it was just around the corner really and the childlike element of the playground reminded me of the ones in Truro.

"Sit on the swing Barb," she commands, "Look like you're confused or something, I don't know."

Modelling was something that I had thought would not be my forte, it was always something that I had considered trying but never got round to it until now, I was currently thankful that I had found a friend in someone who was interested in the fashion and textiles aspect of creativity and Art.

Stella kneeled down on the ground with one knee up beside her chin as she rested her Kodak Colorsnap 35 camera on her knee facing towards me, "perfect."

"Finally."

"Would you like to see what I've taken?" She asks as she nods her head towards the camera.

"I'd love to."

She had taken many photographs of me to build her portfolio of pictures in order to send them to whoever she had to, a stylist or manager maybe. The composition of the photos were beautiful and I wanted a copy of them myself due to the incredible clothing and the way that it contrasted with the grass and wood underneath and behind me.

I had helped her send off the best pictures that she had taken to the address that she had been given, she had told me not to get too excited and wait up all night for a response the next day, that it would take a week or so for a final decision on whether or not they would use her hard work.

One day after working on Graphic design I came back home to the apartment to find a very solemn and disheartened Stella, she was laying back onto the sofa with her hands resting on her forehead. She had told me that she had been declined and that they wouldn't be using her work. That night I had to do a lot of comforting and reassuring,

I had assured her that there would be plenty more opportunities for her to take in the future, that she was one of the most hard working people I had known so far and how incredible she was at not giving up all hope and carrying on.

Most importantly, things can happen when you least expect them to.

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Hiiiiii

This chapter is a bit of a filler, apologies if it is not long enough, but I am really really really excited about continuing on with this story and read book.

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#roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x oc #oc #barbara rosabella #barbara palvin #model #fanfic #fanfiction #love #love story #best friends #best friend #youre my best friend #queen #queen x reader #queen x oc #romance #young love

[footiepositivity]

I've been feeling so stressed lately because of uni and my health and now there's some other stuff that's making me super anxious even though i know i'm overreacting. and i have this constant fear of not getting everything done in time and it's so stupid because i know if i sat myself down and did the work instead of freaking out about not being able to do it, i would easily get everything done, but instead i feel completely paralyzed. Can i please have some encouraging words from Sergio Ramos,

Sergio knows how you’re feeling. He wants to start by suggesting you stop beating yourself up for your reaction. It’s not stupid, it’s completely natural. He wants you to remember that it doesn’t have to be perfect. Sometimes when he has these feelings, it’s because he’s afraid his end product won’t be perfect. But remember, real and done beats imaginary and perfect every single time. 

Think about one day at a time. Make a small list of things--write one page of this paper, find sources for this, study two chapters of that. Make it manageable. Work on finding the balance between detailed enough that you can cross things out and feel good and having too many items on the page and feeling overwhelmed. 

Sergio also wants to remind you that your health comes first. You come first, even though it’s hard to remember that when you’re focusing on uni. He suggests reaching out to a professor or other mentor figure and asking for help--some professors are willing to offer an extension if they see how genuinely you’re trying and that you’re really, really struggling. Nobody will just grant you an extension, though, friend. You’ve got to be proactive and ask for one. 

If your schedule allows it, try to focus on getting one major project done. If you can do that, then the burden will be so much lighter and you’ll know that you’re fully capable of accomplishing every other project, too!

Finals are a tricky time, anon. It’s tempting to throw sleep out the window and eat nothing by pizza and french fries. But try to take care of yourself--limit your caffeine intake so you’re not too wired, sleep an adequate amount (maybe try a few naps every few hours if you can’t commit to a full night of sleep), and while he fully understands the draw of junk food, maybe try to eat some fresh fruit or vegetables at some point too! You definitely don’t have to give up on the pizza, but have an apple now and again, and make sure you hydrate effectively! If you’re trying to stay awake, try munching on carrots instead of chips, drinking ice cold water instead of coffee. 

You’re going to get through this, anon. And if your health doesn’t allow you to complete all your projects, that’s okay too. Whatever happens, you are going to be okay in the future. This is not the end all, be all. 

And again, Sergio wants to remind you that your health comes first. He’s sending you all the strength and good wishes in the world. You can do it!

#sergio ramos #anxiety #uni #schoolwork #mod A #also if you want to talk to me feel free #i went through a very similar period in uni myself and this is where a lot of the advice came from #Anonymous