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five-rivers · 1 year

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First. Previous.

Okay. Well. Taking everything into consideration… and emphasizing safety… Going out was risky as either Fenton or Phantom. Waiting was… safe. It was safe, but if he had to do it without something to do other than college courses of dubious utility, he'd go nuts.

Besides, it was like a security exercise. If he could do it, someone else could do it. Better to be prepared! Honestly, locking him out was a safety hazard, too. What if there was an emergency and he needed to go to the Zone (not unlike now)?

And… just because he found a workaround didn't mean he had to use it. He could find it, then stop. Report it to his parents. It'd- it'd be useful.

A constriction in his chest he hadn't even been aware of loosened. His shoulders slumped.

It'd still be useful even if he did go through with it. He'd be exploring. Collecting new information. Learning.

He pushed away from the lab door and, feeling slightly rebellious, flew up into his bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and scrunched his toes into the carpet, trying to draw comfort from the sensation of home he'd painstakingly worked into his not-quite-a-lair. Then, he went to his computer and started to pull up all the information he had on the DNA scanner, the lock, and the portal doors.

If he was going to do this, even on a theoretical basis, he needed to have a plan of action. He needed to have things to research, to test, he needed to…

… he needed to call Tucker.

"Hey, man," said Tucker, and Danny resisted the urge to ask him if his voice had gotten deeper again, because even if it seemed that way it probably hadn't and Danny didn't want to make this weird again. "How did your talk with your parents go?"

"Bad."

"Ah," said Tucker. "Did you tell them how you feel?"

"I tried," said Danny, flopping dramatically on his bed. "They're not listening."

"Maybe you should get Jazz to talk to them, after all."

"No," said Danny. "I don't want to--She has her own things to worry about, and Mom and Dad and I… we need to figure out how to work out our problems. I was actually wondering, would you help me hack the DNA lock on the portal? They disabled my privileges."

There was a long moment of silence, and Danny bit his lip, worried.

"Danny, dude, do you really think that's 'working out your problems?' Don't you think that's a bit, I don't know, extreme?"

“I don’t know. I just need to do something, and they won’t let me do anything. I feel like I’m stuck and I hate it. I’d just– I’d just feel a lot better knowing that I could go, if I needed to. Could you help me get through it? Please?”

“Okay, okay. I'll help. Just let me think about it for a minute."

Danny bit his lip. "Okay."

Tucker was silent for a long moment, but just when Danny started to think that maybe he’d pushed too hard, he said, “Just to be clear, you want this to be, like, some way you could get through at any time? Not something where you just have to get through once at some point?”

“I mean, yeah. Because, because,” Danny hurried to say, “I’m not necessarily going through without their permission, I just want to be able to go.”

“Uh huh,” said Tucker. “Well, if you just wanted to go through once, and have it be one and done, I’d say keep an eye on them and wait for them to open the portal, but I guess we’ll have to be more tricky.”

“That’s not hacking.”

“Yeah, but some of the best hacking isn’t hacking at all, it’s social engineering. When possible, you go around security, not through.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.” It wasn’t too different from some of the things he did when fighting, after all, or when avoiding fights.

“And you’re better at the mechanical end of things to begin with. Less stuff to go wrong.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny. “But I don’t think there’s much mechanical I can do beyond taking apart the lock. Which I can do, I guess. It’ll just take a long time and be really noticeable. Or the door itself.”

“Yeah, how about we table that for now. Do they have any of their probes still out? Or anything else that’s kind of on both ends? I know you can’t do that tech possession digital travel thing in, like, public anymore, because of the Guys in White monitor, but can you do it on your parents’ stuff?”

Danny considered that for a moment, then shook his head. “They ghost proofed a lot of it since last time Technus went by. I don’t think it occurred to any of us to make an exception for me. If they even could do something like that.” He paused. “There is the thermos plug. I still have access to that. But it doesn’t open unless you put the thermos in and stand clear.”

“Can’t you make duplicates?”

Danny sat up. “Huh?”

“Can’t you just, you know, duplicate yourself, suck one of yourselves - man, that sounds bad, somehow - into the thermos, and then have the other one of you flush the thermos?”

“That’s…” Danny paused for dramatic effect, “genius!”

“Thanks,” said Tucker, dryly. “Glad to know I still have it.”

“Of course! Like you could lose it.”

“Trust me, I can definitely lose it,” said Tucker. “Hey, if you do try this, maybe write a note for your parents first? Because you can’t get back through this way.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Danny. “That is a problem. But I think it should be fine…” This wasn’t like the old days, after all. His parents would notice if he was gone for any significant length of time. Which was good! Just… not convenient for slipping away.

“Don’t do anything too crazy, alright? Wait for Sam and I to come back for summer break.”

Danny smiled and nodded, even though he knew Tucker couldn’t see him. “I know! I’m looking forward to it!”

For obvious reasons, Danny couldn’t try out the workaround while his parents were still in the lab. He had to wait until after they came up for a stilted family dinner, and then even longer for them to go to bed.

But when they did…

He went down to the lab, thermos in hand, and stood in front of the portal. He rolled the thermos nervously between his hands, staring up at the portal. If he did this, his parents would be mad, but…

His eyes slid over to the comm equipment they used during his excursions. If he got them good data, maybe they wouldn’t be as mad?

On the other hand, then they’d be able to find him.

He bit his lip. He could still back out, too. Make what he’d told himself and Tucker more true. Go to bed.

#danny phantom #poll #audience participation #kingdoms of fish

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undervaluedagent · 1 year

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Charged and Uncharged Yellow Guy: The core traits and similarities.

Desire to learn

One of Yellow's core traits, in my opinion, is his drive to learn. In the very first episode, Creativity, he's the most active and enthusiastic participant. This is a trend that continues often throughout the series. Uncharged Yellow rarely protests against a lesson unless he feels he or his friends are in danger. The rest of the time, he's perfectly happy to learn. Even in Episode 4 of the original series, Yellow says "I'd like to be as smart as a computer," showing his desire to learn and have knowledge.

(Sure, in Transport Yellow is reluctant to try out transport on their own, but think about what happens when the gang tries to learn more on their own. Let's use Time as an example, when Yellow and the gang asked questions, they were interrupted and then punished severely. It's only reasonable that Yellow would be afraid to try learning any more, even if he might want to.)

Charged Yellow Guy has a drive to learn too, this is the driving force for him through the episode. But now he has the brain power to realize that the teachers teach misinformation, so he's no longer an enthusiastic participant in the lessons. His entire journey is searching for something greater that he can learn, and accurately.

Compassion

Compassion is a staple of Yellow Guy's character as well. In Episode 3, Love, Yellow Guy is distraught by the killing of a butterfly, showing his compassion and empathy for other life forms (which the other two tend to lack). Yellow Guy will also affirm it when Duck says things like saying he's the best one, perhaps in an attempt to make Duck feel good about himself. And in situations like the Family episode, Yellow is the one to remember and be concerned for the other ones when they disappear.

Yellow can be mean sometimes, but that's typically in special circumstances, like in Death with Stain Edwards acting as Duck's replacement, or with Warren, who nobody likes (who he even allows into his brain friends group without protest until he ruins it all).

Charged Yellow might be seen as less compassionate or empathetic, but I don't believe this. He may seem less emotional on the surface, and less able to empathize with others, but he still is compassionate. When he notices Electracey in distress, he notes that her blood sugar might be low and she might need a snack, showing concern for her in that way. Most notably, Yellow reacts with upset when the Bigger Boys torture their creature, finding it cruel and useless (obviously). But one lesser-noticed thing I like to point to is how Yellow reacts prior to going up the first flight of stairs. When he hesitates for a second, and says "see you later then." I've said this before in another post, but it's as if he wants the others to come with him, but he knows it won't work, because they're upset by his presence, so he leaves it be. In fact, I believe part of the reason he left in the first place and wanted to stay with Lesley was so he wouldn't upset his friends more than he already had with his presence. Of course, at the end, he changed his mind and brought the book down to them, but still.

You might see his conversation with himself in the mirror as a sign that Charged Yellow is less compassionate towards the others, but I don't believe that Yellow perhaps coming to an incorrect conclusion about why they're upset (which both Yellows did) negates his worry for them. He may have just been reassuring both of them that they in fact had not gone wrong, and it was the other two who were acting wrong (which it kind of was).

#dhmis yellow guy #yellow guy #charged yellow guy #dhmis #dhmis analysis #dhmis spoilers #undervalued files #my bs analysis #don't hug me i'm scared

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jovenshires · 6 months

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What are some things that would've been different/ the same in RWYLM if Damien was the one in the time loop? I love talking about this emotionally devastating fic!

omg tysm for asking!!! i love that fic SO much so im so excited to talk about it <3

okay so damien, unlike shayne, is more emotionally driven than practically driven. so im not saying that he would've gotten out of this shit faster but like. he would have gotten out of this shit faster by jumping to the right conclusions. so it would have been WAY shorter. sorry shayne.

on the other hand though i don't think damien would have... told anyone? like i think he would just take this all on himself and be like 'i can handle it. i will take care of it so no one needs to worry.' it would be a lot of solo trial and error and i don't know if he would have told shayne in any of the loops!

i will say he would have also gone about the day trying to fix it for everyone else before he tried fixing it for himself. there was a plot line that got cut from the final version of the fic in which every day alex tran absolutely fucking destroyed one of the sg computers by spilling water all over it. i ended up scrapping it bc it was just clunky and out of place but damien was there for it, so that was something that went wrong from his perspective. he was also in the eioyi so i think he would go for the worst thing (whether or not it was that old england clam chowder is up for you to decide) etc etc. idk if he would know about what shayne saw - he probably didn't see selina covered in glitter or kiana's toothpick tower - but everything that he saw he would try to fix

shayne's confidants and constants were noah, courtney, and ian. however, i think damien was a lot more isolated. he was the one being pushed, not the one doing the pushing, so people are less likely to check up on him?? in my mind he was pulling away from the smoffice a little bit and hanging out more with his va friends. but i think kimmy was probably the one checking up on him the most; i still don't think he would tell anyone about the loop, but i think she'd be the person he was checking in with every day. i think another commonality between shayne and damien is courtney. i really think courtney is just That Girl who everyone goes to with their problems idk why but they always seem to fall into that role in my fics. anyway, i think she realized they were both just sad and pining and was like. pls. pls just get together i am Tired.

anyway! thats all i can think of off the top of my head. ty again for asking!!

#rwylm #shaymien #shipping #fic #ask #asks #anon #anonymous

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pof203 · 27 days

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A Summoner Birthday

Special Quest: Kyuma

This place is awesome, Lupin! I feels like a dream.

Well, this is a world in a computer. But it's still breathtaking. Even David's enjoying himself.

You brought Kyuma and David to the virtual fairytale world for some fun.

Kyuma: I heard about how you guys fought some dragons in that castle you were sleeping in. I'd like to see that, too.

Lupin: Okay. Let's go there.

Kyuma: (happy) Thanks. Let's get changed first.

So, you, Kyuma, and David go to Arachne's shop before going to the castle of the sleeping beauty.

Wow! This really looks like a fairytale castle. And I really like the clothes Arachne gave us. Mine's look just like the ones we wore at Valentines.

Lupin: (in princely regalia) She had a feeling you'd like it. Now come on, let's have a look around.

David moves around happily as if to say he's eager to see the castle as well.

You, Kyuma, and David look around the castle. Suddenly, you find some rouge wyverns flying around.

Kyuma: (readying his sword) I don't think they're happy to see us.

Lupin: (sword also at the ready) Well, this castle is pretty much their home. We just sort of walked in unannounced.

The wyverns all fly at you to attack.

After an almost long battle, the wyverns finally see you mean them no harm and let you into the castle.

Thanks! Sorry for just barging in!

Lupin: Don't worry, we won't be any trouble! Now come on, let's see the rest of the castle.

Kyuma: Okay.

David also seems to agree.

So, you, Kyuma, and David go into the castle to see what else is in there. After looking around, you find a place in the castle you never knew about.

Lupin: (surprised) Wow! I never knew about this place.

Kurogane's voice: It's new. I added it in case you want to see the castle again. You can even go swimming in it if you like.

Kyuma: I don't see why not. How about it, David?

David nods with excitement.

Lupin: I could use a dip. Let's go.

A little later, you and Kyuma get changed and go into the water.

Ahh! The water's great. Kurogane really outdid himself this time. What do you think, Kyuma, David?

Oh! Right. I guess it's nice.

Lupin: Is something wrong?

You notice that Kyuma looks jittery with David trying to comfort him.

Kyuma: Sorry. It's just... I think this is such a nice place. You and Wakan Tanka would love it.

Lupin: Yes, it would.

Kyuma: So... Why ask me to come here? You could have asked Wakan or the others to come here. But why just me and David?

You, wanting to assure him, goes to Kyuma and put your hands on his shoulders and therefore, David's arms.

Lupin: Because you are just as special to me, Wakan and the others just as we are special to you. I want you to know that. We all love you and want us all to be together. Though Wakan and I love each other the most, that doesn't mean we love you less.

Kyuma: Even though I'm almost always benched at every game?

Lupin: Even that.

Kyuma: I... I guess. Whenever I see you, Wakan, and the others, I just feel so happy. Not being able to play in games much doesn't seem that bad. Knowing that you all believe in me just warms my heart. It's a feeling I don't ever want to stop feeling. And I know David feels it, too.

David nods in agreement knowing that you and Kyuma love him, too.

In that moment, you three come close together, knowing that the future will be a happy when with this wamrth.

After enjoying the spring a little longer, you three get changed and begin to make your way back to Candyland to return home.

#my birthday #birthday #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #kyuma nakatsugi

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girderednerve · 5 months

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apologies dear friends i continue to be: a grouchy old man, obsessed with libraries

my new job is fine objectively like there is nothing wrong with it but my boss is very "do storytime, do more storytime, we must schedule storytime," and does not really listen to anything i say, such as 'i would like to do less early literacy programming so that i have some time to do programs for elementary & early middle schoolers,' or 'please schedule me on the youth desk instead of giving me nothing but unstructured office time, leaving me isolated & uninvolved in the day-to-day operations of the library, with which i need to rapidly develop familiarity,' or 'our desk schedule actually should not be rigidly set a month in advance, because we need to be flexible & can work out desk coverage on a department level,' or 'you actually do need to have a clear & specific plan for emergencies, including severe patron issues, & this plan should be communicated to all staff instead of vaguely stashed four folders deep in the shared drive'. (actually when i repeatedly pressed for clarity on who is in charge at any given time she posted an updated chain-of-command document which listed, for some reason, me? as third in line in case of emergency? which is just bugfuck)

it feels very frustrating & i know that many of these problems will resolve themselves as i begin to actually do programs—i haven't been able to because all programming at this library must have at least 2 weeks' advance notice, and i came onboard right after thanksgiving/needed time to get my bearings at least a little—so we can get some cute kid pictures to placate the board & build more of a sense of what is needed. but i still don't really know how to pull reports so i can't weed, i only just got ordering credentials this week & have had to find $2k of books to add to a library collection with which i am largely unfamiliar & for which i have absolutely zero circulation numbers, & nobody has actually given me an up-to-date budget (i am meant to guess, i suppose?). it feels kind of like a slow ongoing disaster; i know this feeling is partially because i have 2 hours' round-trip commute to worry & stew & so on, but i also am just like. girl you are a bad manager. you have persistent staff issues because you are not good at managing people. every meeting you are in is worse because you are in it. you cannot handle interpersonal tensions by having your assistant make friendly 'reminders' to all staff which are obviously about a single person, that never works. i have really strong feelings about management for a person who does not want to be in management! should probably try to walk that one off!

i cornered the adult services/sysadmin librarian today to talk to him about some stub ideas i have for kid programs about 'learning to code,' because we have (apparently) gotten lots of requests for this kind of thing, & basically everything on offer is just buzzwordy bullshit like 'make a bracelet that spells your kid's name in binary using different color beads!' or 'buy this expensive piece of edtech which will be unsupported in six months & anyway only introduces kids to our very closed environment!' or 'just let them spend some time on the computer, so their elastic little brains can pick up digital literacy skills by exposure :)'. so i had some ideas which seemed less like, um, nonsense, but i don't actually know how to code (am stupid) so i wanted to run them past him to get a sense of whether there was any real content there. i want to build a little model transistor & talk about why computers use binary. i want to use a makey makey to have the kids construct a sort of human circuit by holding hands, so we can model a logic gate. i want to write an if-then chart together & roll dice to determine which dance moves we do (cf. a ucla comp sci prof's exercises with her four-year-old). i want to use a makey makey to make a simple morse code transmitter so we can talk about encryption & transmission. i want to make an escape room so we can practice some very basic math & simple decryption (& also persistence!). i want to have tweens play scaled-down capture the flag to think about security. my boss just wants me to do three storytimes a week into infinity

anyway i am still marinating on my computer skills for kids concepts (it's mostly buzzwordy bullshit! even the stuff i want to do is kind of bullshit, lol) & plotting my wind tunnel/paper airplane prototyping program & figuring out when i can schedule my middle grade graphic novel book club. i am trying to figure out how this job might be doable. maybe someday i will want to go to work. america autem delenda est

#irredeemable whining #i ideologically reject thinking this much about work not at work & yet here i am: thinking about work So Hard. losercore #if you have thoughts on digital literacy trends please weigh in i love other people's opinions #even if they are like 'kestrel girderednerve these are literally so stupid'#i am just kind of having this problem where i don't really know what my job is? or how to do it?

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captain-astors · 1 year

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hi! what about the og quinx squad? :) (sorry for bothering you i just need more tokyo ghoul content and i like to hear people's opinions)

(I forgot about this in my drafts for a bit, I still love doing these) Ooh no worries I'm happy for the chance! I'll start it off short and sweet with my thoughts on the squad as the whole: I love them and their rainbow hair so very dearly. Speaking of rainbow, that's how I'm going to organize them as I rant about the individuals, hair color! so to begin,

Ginshi Shirazu! My pointy-toothed dearest, what is this shark doing outside of his natural habitat, put him back in the ocean. Jokes aside he's definitely the one I will most confidently say I wish the best for. His haircut would make me reconsider my life choices if I saw it in-person but as a work of fiction I like it quite a lot. Tokyo Ghoul is a series in which characters' hair generally follow the laws of gravity to a certain degree, which makes his little sprout stand out all the more. He was with us for less time than the rest but stood out all the more. Speaking of which, my only criticism would be why was he taken from us. Well, more specifically the timing of it Not just because I miss him either, why did it happen in that arc? It wasn't very quinx centric at all, it was about the Tsukiyamas and Haise so to squeeze Shirazu's death in there feels awkward. Guess we couldn't have the extrovert around to be reasonable and uplifting about the entire squad going to hell. As Kuki pondered during the Mutsuki fight, "maybe if we had our ray of sunshine we wouldn't have made the worst decisions of our lives."

Next up on the rainbow, Tooru Mutsuki. Oh my poor son. Look how they massacred my boy. If I ignore the undertones of "being trans is just a coping mechanism and he'll always be feminine and this is directly intertwined to the worst aspects of his character" it can't hurt me. IT CAN'T HURT ME. You deserve better than your parental figure Mutsuki I promise the first man not to shame and condemn you doesn't have to be the object of your affections. I don't know how to knit in the slightest but I'd make him a sweater and teach him how to make garlic bread or something. Disaster. Has done nothing wrong ever and everything wrong ever but I will support him regardless. I just want him to get the chance to heal instead of being given another way to unhealthily supress and hide. I love him dearly. If I had to give one criticism other than the whole. You know. I didn't realize his kagune was supposed to be a Bikaku until I took a closer look at a single panel in a chapter going through it for the second time, it really looks like it was supposed to be a ringkaku, just due to the fact that it seems to be coming from higher up on his back in most panels and takes that kind of tentacle shape.

Alright now, Saiko Yonebayashi! That is the only time I will be spelling her full name, Yonebayashi makes my brain perform a computer reset. A legendary vibe, strengthening your kagune is temporary, shaping it into anime weapons is forever. (I swear I'm not the first person to have this thought so if anyone knows where my brain stole it from let me know.) No complaints, golden standard of characters, perfection in a small package. Okay obviously that was a joke, I suppose it'd be the fact that she isn't really given an arc all her own to change and grow? It makes me sad because all the quinx men are given their moments, and while she has good scenes, where is my Saiko development! Where is my Saiko centric arc! WHERE IS SHE!

And we arrive at Kuki Urie. He's a funny guy to me because we have the same hobbies and similar aspirations to be the best as well as similar rude inner voices, but we're terribly different. Like I can fathom his logic and given the same goal and experiences, I'd do the same but I would never exercise by choice, I will continue being built like a noodle thank you. He's very dense, I like him. I appreciate the role of "the serious one" he plays but there were certainly a few times I just wanted to tell him to shut up and live a little. So that's my criticism. Learn to laugh Urie. Love him.

Now I'm not certain if you'd be including Haise in this but I'm going to for the sake of my own fun. Warning this is going to devolve fast.

Favorite Kaneki, literally just their mom. I wish his reaper transformation had been more like post-Jason, in the way that he's undeniably changed but still you know. A decent person. Instead he's just... whatever reaper Kaneki was. Biggest criticism was Shirazu's death. I don't care how many memories he's regained nor how Urie was being somewhat accusatory, Kuki was grieving, undeniably caught up in the fresh sting of death and memories, and though he did act somewhat arrogant in "why couldn't you save us" that's fairly reasonable. Haise was supposed to watch over them, and he was mainly saying "why weren't you there to say goodbye and comfort him in his final moments, he wanted you there" and despite certainly having at least a COUPLE memories as to Urie's whole complex of “I can’t be weak or rely on anyone because I can only trust myself to be strong enough to save my friends” reaper just says "actually you weren't strong enough to save him it's your fault again." Realistically that would've doubled down on that mentality and it probably did! I wish it was explored more but wow having the closest thing to a parent tell you the death of one of the closest people to you is your fault just like you've feared it would be, would mess up anyone. Moral of the story is love Haise, hate the reaper.

#tokyo ghoul #miscellaneous not-art things #quinx squad #Why can I struggle to write a single paragraph email but write multiple paragraphs for every one of these asks.#zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships

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s0nia246 · 1 year

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I'm naming this event Prove Myself.

Chapter 1: Challenge Myself

Here's chapter one @satvrnlr

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙█████████▒▒▒▒▒███████▒▒▒⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

*Late at night*

*Y/N's Bedroom*

It's late at night, and you don't know the exact time but that didn't matter much anyway. Like you had anything to do tomorrow. You were sitting at your computer, watching videos of "yourself" performing at a concert.

Y/N: "Miku I don't get it."

Miku appears on your monitor with the same wide eyes.

Y/N: "Why does everyone like "my" performance so much?"

Miku: "What do you mean? Have you seen your performance? It was brilliant!"

Y/N: "Yeah but that's not me. I can't do those things ..."

You looked down at your hands. You sighed sadly and put them back under the desk.

Y/N: "I can't sing or dance ... Or anything. That's not my talent. I didn't work hard for my talent - my life - and yet..." you trailed off, feeling frustrated and lonely.

You wished that you could just go home and return to your world, where there was no such thing as (Idol Name).

Y/N:" I don't deserve my status as Number One Star. There are billions of other people out there who have more talents than I do, Miku. They're better at everything, even performing at concerts and stuff."

You felt guilty.

Miku: "Don't say that about yourself Y/N. There's nothing wrong with your talents. If anyone needs more talent to make them a star then you're an example of all those other people. You are talented, you don't give up on yourself."

You chuckled dryly. You didn't believe her but you don't want to upset her further so you accept her words of admiration and gratitude. You smile weakly before adding:

Y/N: "Yeah. I guess."

You slowly start to daze off into space until you hear a "yourself" talking to the audience as the concert starts to end.

Idol Y/N: "I try my best to challenge myself to become a better musician."

The voice from the video tells its audience this.

Idol Y/N: "My goal is to improve and I will do whatever it takes. I want to challenge myself to be better."

That last sentence made your heart rate accelerates.

Y/N: "Challenge myself...to be better?" you whisper to yourself.

The thought of becoming better made you ecstatic! Your chest began to feel tight and you started sweating, which wasn't a good sign.

Miku's voice broke your train of thought.

Miku: "Y/N are you alright? You spaced out ..." She asked, concerned.

Y/N:" I wanna perform..." you said quietly but determinedly

Miku: "Huh?" Miku replied confused

Y/N:" I wanna see myself as the idol on screen. I wanna see what everyone else sees in me. I want to see how great I am in front of millions of people...." You explained.

Miku was surprised at first but then quickly smiled at you.

Miku:" I'll help you." She said confidently

You looked down at your hands. You sighed bitterly and put them back under the desk.

Y/N:" I don't deserve my status as Number One Star but I still wanna be one. Because I don't give up." You said with determination.

Miku's eyes widened in shock. Then they softened. Miku was happy that you finally seemed to understand yourself and started to understand what the others saw in you. You looked hopeful. Your smile became less forced.

Miku laughed before speaking again.

Miku: "Well that's definitely something we can work on. But it's late and you should go to sleep."

You nodded. After saying your goodbyes, you turned off your computer. You get up from your chair and head over to your bed, you sit on the edge of your bed and stared blankly ahead of you. You felt lost, unsure, afraid, worried, nervous, and frustrated.

Yet at the same time, happy... because you finally understood why you were doing what you did. You wanted to prove that you were worthy. You wanted everyone to see you as something more than "Number One".

You grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly. As you closed your eyes, you heard an echo of "yourself" singing.

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I hoped you like it and thank you for reading this. I'll draw the 4 star card soon.

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babygirlgiles · 2 years

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Omg thank you for the ask and the opportunity to rant about my all time favorite daydream fic!

I have been daydreaming about this one forever, it's gone through so many iterations and morphed so much since the first time the idea "omg but what if Willow and Tara had a gay little farm" popped into my head, but it still is The Gay Little Farm fic in my mind until I hopefully come up with a better title lol.

The Gay Little Farm is a gothic horror-y story set in a canon-divergent AU where Willow doesn't go back to Sunnydale after season 6. The fic itself is set several years down the line, after Sunnydale has been destroyed, when-- after spending some time learning more about herself through traveling, living with various covens, going to community college in San Francisco, and eventually getting a degree in computer science and working for a robotics lab-- Willow has recently bought a small farm in New England (I was missing Massachusetts when the idea was first conceived, don't judge lmao. Plus you can't really beat the ambient horror vibes of rural New England).

By the time the fic starts, Giles is the only one of the group that still talks to her. Buffy and Xander were pretty pissed about her decision to not come back, but Giles supported it ultimately because he felt all her emotions in Grave, so he understands the depths of her anguish and understands that she really doesn't know herself anymore, and supports her trying to figure out who she is on her own terms. (Also, he supports her because I asked the very essential question: "what if the btvs writers had decided to leverage how similar Willow's trajectory is to Giles's backstory even the teeniest tiniest bit?" lmao).

Throughout this time, they've emailed each other extensively, like nearly every day, but when Willow's emails start to become less and less frequent after buying the farm, Giles doesn't really think much of it; he knows she's busy trying to get everything set up to be an operational growing season, and that she doesn't have an internet connection at her new house yet so she has to go into town to email him.

It's explicable, so he doesn't worry about it until one day he gets several increasingly bizarre, almost unintelligible, concerning emails in very quick succession.

(lol I'm gonna put a read more because this got long lol. But if anyone else wants to send me one of these ask games : Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.)

She doesn't reply to any of his emails, doesn't answer the phone so he gets on the first flight across the Atlantic to go check on her (it's partly panic, but partly because he's not really pleased with where his life is at the moment anyway, but I won't get into that, this is already getting too long lol, just let it suffice to say he's glad for the excuse to just pack off to somewhere else suddenly). But when Giles gets there, Willow seems perfectly fine. She says she doesn't even have any clue what he's talking about when he tries to bring up the emails, and he figures she must just be embarrassed or something and not want to talk about it, so he drops it.

He decides to stay at the farm for a bit to keep an eye on her and make sure she's okay, but the longer he's there, the more and more weird things start happening. Even as he falls into the rhythms of life on her little farm and gets comfortable there, he can't shake the feeling that something is very wrong. He's having bizarre dreams that are becoming increasingly prophetic, even though there's absolutely no way he should be having prophetic dreams. He starts remembering things-- or at least they feel like memories, but they're certainly not things that ever happened to him. One night, he catches Willow in the middle of what looks like a blood magic ritual, but when he stops her, it's like she wakes up from sleepwalking and has absolutely no recollection of what happened. He's suspicious of Willow and what she might be doing, but also increasingly convinced the house is working some kind of dark magic on them both, so he sets out to research the place. But the nearby town clerk's office, the town's historical society, everywhere he can think to check has absolutely no record of this house existing.

Anyway, I won't spoil what is actually going on with the house because I am for real going to write this (I sort of started a while ago, but as I watched more of the show, my plot and ideas changed SO much). But really, at its core, everything that's going on with the house is about processing their grief, about building a life, about them repairing their relationships, and about the two of them having to come together to do all that by working together to figure out what's going on (although, Willow already suspects what's going on long before Giles even arrives, she just doesn't want to accept it...). The whole story is just like, what if Willow and Giles reconnected in adulthood and finally worked through some of their immense baggage about each other but also just their baggage in general? :) And also there was a farm. :)

#myfic #thank you so much for sending this i had so much fun answering!! love to share my stories about my little guys #once i finish the current big fic im working on #this is the next one i want to write so. keep an eye out.#literally i was actually so so close to entirely abandoning the idea about willow having a farm.#bc originally it was a willow and tara have a farm together and then giles comes to stay on the gay little farm with them :)#i literally probably thought of that watching s4 and then i remembered that tara was going to die and i was like :) idc :) farm :)#but I think the further i got the more like... idk it just didnt really feel genuine to the spirit of the farm and what i wanted to tell #for her to just be inexplicably alive? it just wasnt the story i wanted to tell #so then i was like okay :) Tara's spirit is on the farm :) and then Giles and Willow bring her back to life :)#and then I watched s6 and was like WOW. So apparently !! being resurrected !! fucking SUCKS!!!!!!!#and like. i couldn't do that to my girl I just COULDNT!!#and then i was thinking about it more the timeline made no sense it was like why is willow on this farm why is she on the farm alone #and by this point i had like. a considerable amount of Giles coming to visit her on the farm written lmao #but even tho i was like these are all good scenes and good writing like WHAT is the context WHAT is going on #and apparently backpacking is the best time to have fic ideas ever #bc i remember the exact moment where it came to me like a fucking epiphany just. oh. its canon divergent. its an s7 au.#i was out in the hammock watching the moon and scrambled back into the tent to get my notebook (almost woke my friend up in the process)#and was like frantically scribbling down how it all finally came together by moonlight in the hammock #so im glad i didn't abandon the idea and let it keep puttering around until the hammock worked its magic #I’ll also add. there’s an accompanying playlist. that I play while I daydream about it lmao.

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skyetheprophet22 · 7 months

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Writer's Room

In which I teamed up with two other randos in my creative writing class many moons ago to write a thing. I don't know, just enjoy the chaos and cringe.

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“Middleton, Haselden, Munn! My office.”

The three worker bees blinked up from the stacks of paperwork piled high upon their desks. They glanced at one another, eyebrows raised, then pushed off from their rolling chairs in unison to plod over to their boss’ office.

“What do you think this is about?” Haselden asked as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with trembling fingers. “Do you think we’re in trouble?”

“I know I’m not,” Munn said loudly. He threw his hands behind his head and shoved past the two smaller women with a strut to his step. “I solved the whole HR crisis from last week, remember? I’m the golden boy right now. I can do no wrong.”

“But you sure can look it,” Middleton quipped.

All glares and snickers were smothered as soon as their feet touched the holy ground that was Mr. Albright’s coffee-stained carpet. The balding, bear-of-a-man sat behind his blocky desk, face an unreadable mask of stone. He grunted about openings and VPs and how only one position was open.

Middleton, Haselden, and Munn exchanged glances once again, this time pointed; dangerous.

“Make sure you work extra hard this week,” Mr. Albright said. His attention had already strayed back to his computer screen, clicking away on the keys. “I’ll be watching.”

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Middleton toiled behind her desk, swiping through paperwork far faster than those two idiots Haselden and Munn. They were laughable employees. She was sure Mr. Albright could see that already, and if not, the amount of work she logged in at the end of the day would prove without-a-doubt that she was the right choice for the promotion. She had already beaten the other two out in the last two days since their little competition began. This was going to be a breeze.

Haselden sat across from her, and she kept peering up from her papers to look at Middleton. In a worried fashion, Middleton was sure of. Haselden was falling behind, after all. It seemed to take her an eternity to get through even one stack of paper.

“You know slow and steady only wins the race in fairy tales, right?” Middleton sneered at the other woman.

A hard glint entered Haselden’s eyes and she opened her mouth to say something, but Munn passed by at that moment and quite purposely knocked down her stacks of paper. He didn’t even try to hide his smirk.

Middleton laughed.

“Jackass,” Haselden hissed at Munn’s retreating back.

Middleton laughs dissipated when a football careened through the air and crashed into her desk, spilling her coffee all over her nearly fifty stacks of completed forms.

“WHAT THE HELL,” Middleton screamed, jumping up.

Haselden laughed this time, and Munn was still wearing that infuriatingly smug smirk upon his face. “You two” - Middleton pointed her fingers accusingly at both of her co-workers - “had better back wayyyyyyyy the hell off. That promotion is mine. I work ten times harder than the two of you combined.”

“And rush through all of the important documents,” Haselden replied in an exasperated tone. “You make more mistakes than you get work done!”

“That’s not true!”

“Yes, it is!”

“Well you only get through fifty stacks a day and then call it quits."

“That’s a damn lie!”

Munn pulled ahead in paperwork as the two women argued. “Better get used to calling this jackass ‘boss’,” Munn snickered as he left the office, his boast on the thousand documents he had signed and shipped hanging sour in the air around his two female coworkers.

“Over my dead body,” Middleton growled under her breath.

“What?” Haselden asked.

Middleton ignored her. “Or someone’s, in any case.”

***

Munn didn’t go into work the next day. Or the next. Or the next. Haselden found his absence very odd, but she wasn’t about to complain about it. The less days with Munn she could get the better, and it didn’t hurt that his unexplained leave would hurt his chances at getting the promotion.

She hummed a happy tune at her desk as her hands fell into their usual methodical motions. It wasn’t until she paused to take a sip of her water that she heard a similar hum coming from the desk across from her, a place where song was never to be heard unless it was Mr. Albright’s birthday.

“Why are you so happy?” It was accusatory.

Middleton glanced up from her work, a small smile playing on her lips before her eyes traveled back down to thumb over the stacks of paper. “Is it a crime to be in a good mood?”

“No, but it’s certainly suspicious.”

“You need to lighten up a little.”

“Because you’re the queen of having a good time?” Haselden snarked.

Middleton’s gaze flashed back up, a dangerous light playing within it. “Don’t test me, Haselden. It’d be so easy to take you down.”

Anxiety struck deep within Haselden’s gut, but she kept her mouth shut, holding back any other comments she had and allowing Middleton to slip back into that strange illusion of happiness. She didn’t speak to her coworker for the rest of the day.

As soon as she could, she fled from the office. She made her way down to the parking lot, far ahead of everyone else. Middleton actually curled her lip when Haselden got up from her desk with all of her things gathered, but Haselden didn’t care. Haselden had something to check.

She snooped around the parking lot, heart hammering, until she came upon what she hoped to God she wouldn’t: Munn’s car. Tucked away in a particularly shadowed corner. Haselden ran her hand against the side. Crouched down to peer inside the window, then jumped back with a shriek. Munn sat inside on the driver’s side, eyes stretched wide and unblinking; lungs unencumbered by breath.

#orignal writing #aspiring writer #writing prompt #creative writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #what a mess #cringe but free #aspiring novelist #aspiring author #i don't know #kinda based on real people #but just the names #literally nothing else #why are they in an office?#hell if i know #murder #because why not

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i-writes-things · 2 years

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Happy Halloween.

Natasha x Daughter!reader

Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Summary- Y/n? Yeah Y/n is at the Hospital. Where? the uh, Hospital.

Warnings- descriptive dead peoples, scary monster, horror typa vibe, and being injured

I am pretty sure this is not the way medical procedures work(having a broken arm) so bear with me, thanks

Not my Gifs*

Natasha waited in silence, she could feel her heart pounding and her grip tightened on the phone she was holding close to her ear

"I'm at the hospital." You said quietly, waited for your mother to say something

" Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Is anyone else there? Are you hurt? Did you break something? When did this happen? I'm on my way, where are you?" You could hear her move away from the phone to do something and when she came back you heard "Where are you, bub?" In a softer voice this time

"Columbia Presbyterian Hospital.."

Natasha took a deep breath in "Ok, I will be there in just a few minutes, love you y/n"

"Love you mom"

You hung up the phone and looked around the room waiting for the doctor people to come back in to look at your broken bone.

----

Natasha quickly walked inside the hospital, feeling anxious, She asked a lady at the front desk about you, and she replied with something that made Natasha's heart drop right out of her chest

"I'm so sorry, but there is no Y/n Romanoff in our data base, when did she get here?" The lady was looking at her computer trying to find you and looked up to wait for Natasha's answer

She was gone, as her nerves and worries got the best of her she called you again

"He-" You groaned as they put your arm in a cast

"Y/n, whats wrong? And where the hell are you?" You scrunched your face up from the pain

"At- The place I told you-"

"No your not. Where are you?" Her voice became stern, as it seemed like you were lying to her, you never lied before though...

"I am at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital in New York, where else would I be..."

"Are you sure?" Your mom asked as she brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose, in frustration.

"Um, I don't know- I think New York? Right?"

"No because I'm in New York, god, just ask around please."

You put the phone down, not hanging up, and asked the nurse that had just arrived into your room where you were

"Oh honey, your in Canada, Toronto General."

"oh.." The nurse gives you a small smile and leaves again after finding a paper

Your breath quickens, and picks up the phone again

"Mom," "Yes-" "I'm not in America. I'm at, um, Toronto General Hospital. I don't eve-"

"It's okay, just breath, alright, I am taking the quinjet and will be there soon alright?"

"Oh- okay." You hung up and started to feel less and less safe as time went on

There was uneven check in's for you and it was always the same nurse which made you a bit paranoid, your arm wasn't helping the situation as it was hurting quite alot, you thought through made 5-6 different ways you could fight off that nurse and get out of the room, without hurting your arm further, if your silly suspiciousness were real

"It's okay. I'm okay. I'll be okay. i'm not okay. Where is Natasha, honestly it's the quinjet, not a Honda Civic.." You made yourself laugh at your own bad joke, but part of you wished that Natasha would just come and fix everything for you

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You sat thinking about how you could be trick or treating with your friends right now, but no, no your sitting in a hospital, IN CANADA and still don't have any memory of how the heckimass you got there.

After a moment of thinking the same nurse came back in "So, how is your arm feeling kiddo?" She asked you kindly

"It still hurts.." The nurse nods "Is there anything I can take for the pain?"

She looked over at you, you could see a glimpse of panic in her eyes

"No. We need a parent or guardian here to do that, but yours is out of the country, so.." She said shrugging and left

You never told her where your parents were..

She had left earlier when you picked the phone back up...

What the hell.

You screamed. The lights had gone out.

Another nurse ran into your room and told you that the back-ups should be back on in minutes and that everything would be ok

----

That was 15 minutes ago, your phone was now dead and the you hadn't seen the nurse more than a few minutes ago...

You didn't like this, not at all.

It had gotten too quiet. You moved your broken arm slowly to pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly, as your broken arm just resting at your side

You put your head on your knees and all of a sudden you were angry, angry that you had broken your arm, that it was hurting, angry that somehow you weren't in New York anymore, angry that all the lights were out, and angry that your mom wasn't there. You needed her and you had no idea where she was, you no idea where you were frankly..

A tear fell out of the eye leaning against your cold knee, you now, whole heartedly wanted Natasha to fix everything for you..

---

Your eyes split open wide.

Someone was screaming bloody murder down the hall...

It finally stopped after what felt like a life time

-----

The air around you had become dense and your breathing heavy

Your eyes darted around the hospital room but finally landed on the door that was left open earlier, the sound that finally breaks the silence haunts you for years to come

"y\n. . . . " a eerie voice says from your left

You snap your head in that direction, your heart beating right out of your chest

Nothing of the room has changed, you could tell that something very wrong was going on, something you would never forget, something shown to you by the cruel master of this horrific world

When the thought brought on by something that wasn't yourself, flashed by your eyes, a scream left your mouth..

The wrong move that was, a very, very wrong move

You heard creaky footsteps after you were done shouting

Your heart was as loud as ever and now whoever was walking outside your room stopped and thats when you heard a person scream just a door or two down from yours

Your senses flared and with adrenaline rushing through you, you pushed yourself off the Medical bed using both arms and ran out into the hall not even turning back, you knew what happened to the people that would stand in shock, they died. They always did in the movies.

Turning the dark corner you saw a sign marked 'EXIT'. Ramming straight into it, you found yourself on the outside of the eerie hospital...

Looking around you found snow on the ground, and the icy air finally hit your skin, you had to fight very hard to not just go back inside

After a half hour you could barely move and decided that inside was a good choice.

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The blue, greenish lights flickered against the blood that was splattered on most of them, bodies scattered the hallway floor with bloody faces, some ripped in half others with no skin and one with no eye balls

Someone else screamed right around the corner you had run around just half an hour ago. The sound of there limp body hitting the floor, made you flinch

Dense air filled your lungs, the smell of blood and vinegar mixed made you wanna faint. The small sounds of the monster sniffing for another meal, made you hold your breath and watch your surroundings with an extra carefulness that you had never used before

The second its silky head turned around the corner and its white human shaped eyes stared you down, its legs had no hands they were only pointy edges, It dragged its pointy legs towards you at a slow pace, its eyes never leaving you, slowly it dragged itself closer and closer.

Your eyes wide and your breathing was fast, everything you heard was dialed up to eleven, this was too much for you

You stood, unable to move as the monster opened its invisible mouth, showing almost 5 rows of bloody teeth, ready to obtain its 13th meal on this faint full Halloween night

It was inches away from you and as your legs all of a sudden carried you down the hall, jumping over skinless bodies and turned another corner, looking back to see the monster run after you, crawling over bodies and squashing some to get to you

Its deep white eyes followed you down the next hall, a very long hall, its pointy ends making a clicking noise with every step it took closer to you

The Adrenaline that you had had, was gone. Had been gone for some time now, but you just remembered your arm was broken and the fact that your a 4th degree Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do

You stop in your tracks, instantly regretting that decision, you turned around and as you registered how close the monster was to you, your body instantaneously throws a hard punch at it, but it plows right through you.

You groan hitting the ground almost 10 feet away from where you threw the unsuccessful punch, getting to your feet quickly and looking for a weak spot on the monster

Not finding one, you dodge its pointy edges from making you a one man kebab

"y/n..." You heard the same errie voice again and as you turned away to look behind you, the monster took its chance and went for your head, but as you ducked it gave you a deep cut on your cheek and side of your head

The world around you, all of sudden seemed to glow and became blurry, you couldn't tell where the floor stopped and the growing monster began, from what you could tell it was growing, it was becoming bigger in your line of blurry vision..

bang bang

Not even one of your muscles flinched from the familiar sounds of a gun

Your head beginning to throb tremendously, as the bright light from above starts to burn into your eyes, you could only faintly hear the monster whining from afar

everything seemed so far away

But that's when someone called your name

"Y/N!" whoever shouted your name said it just in time, as you were on the verge of going to sleep..

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The last thing you saw was the bright light over head in the hospital and that is what you woke up to

Sitting up with a start, the machines around you go berserk, beeping and making annoyingly loud noises

Natasha runs into the room with a mask of panic upon her face, her eyes find yours and she relaxes

A doctor comes in right behind her and reconnects the the wires that were detached from you when sitting up abruptly

"Y/n.." Your mother pulls you into a tight hug

"Oh y/n are you ok?" Your mind fixated on thinking about what had happened the night before

"probably not." You said in a quiet voice to your mom, eyes wide staring nowhere in particular

"I'm sorry, I am so sorry." Natasha kissed your head making sure to not touch the bandaged cut

"It's alright i guess..." You stared straight ahead still trying to wrap your mind about what had happened

-----

When you finally got to go home, first of all she bought you tons of your favorite candy, to make up for jot getting to trick or treat and then made it so whenever you went to the hospital the Avengers were alerted, so you couldn't be kidnapped or whatever had happened to you, couldn't anymore

Hoping that you never had to go the hospital again, you and your mom started watching Gilmore Girls during your recovery of your trauma and head injury

"Thanks mom, your the best..!" You smiled at her giving her a small hug

Natasha smiled back at you "Your welcome Y/n/n.." Your mother adored you, even if you had almost just died, she can't help but remember that she was your mom...

#halloween #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha x teen!daughter!reader #natasha x teen reader #platonic natasha #scary #fluffy ending #angst #avengers #mama nat #mama nat <3 #platonic #natasha x child!reader #natasha x daughter!reader

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eplapourdissant · 2 years

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The Password

Ficlet because it crossed my brain and I wanted to write it, anyway enjoy

John climbed the stairs to 221B, desperately needing the comforting feeling of being home. It was another tiresome day at work, like every other tiresome day at work. Day far from Sherlock. But he wouldn't give in to Sherlock's grumblings about quitting his job.

He entered the flat with a relieved sigh, before seeing what Sherlock was doing. He suspected the man was actually doing everything so that John needed to watch him constantly. To force John to stay with him.

"How do you even figure out my passwords when I choose them at random, on purpose?"

Sherlock snorted, not even bothering to look up from the screen of John's laptop.

"Come on, random? You can't do random."

John sighed and sank in his armchair. Sherlock didn't make a move, and kept on typing frantically on John's laptop. And John started to plan his revenge.

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"John, can you please pass me your computer? The battery of mine is flat."

John grinned to himself. He was there to observe Sherlock's reaction. Oh, this was such a good day. He gave him what he had asked for.

Sherlock's eyes widened and his lips parted slightly. John couldn't hide his grin.

"John, why are you smiling? You don't usually smile when I ask for your laptop." His voice sounded worried. John didn't answer and gestured at the computer. Go on.

Sherlock shrugged and opened it, back to his bored self. He typed the seemingly random password John had struggled to find, then frowned.

"Oh, I see," he said. "You changed your password."

It wasn't a question, but John nodded nonetheless.

Sherlock's narrowed eyes settled on him. Trying to deduce.

He typed a long string of characters. His frown deepened. He gave it another try. Still nothing. He tried, and tried, and tried again. Finally, he looked at John in half-defeat.

"John," he declared, "I'm afraid I need a hint. Is it random?"

"No, it's not," John said, still grinning like an idiot. "It's very, very specific. And probably written all over my face, if you were a bit more observant, Sherlock Holmes."

Said man pouted, but kept digging with his eyes into John's soul, analysing. He tried a few other combinations, and John noted he looked much less confident. He almost threw the laptop at John as he finally seemed to stop trying.

"Fine," he said sharply, "I give in. I can't figure out your password."

John was beaming. He thought he hadn't ever felt this proud before, and he wondered what was wrong with him. He had to enjoy it while it lasted.

"Say I'm clever."

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"You are clever, John," he recited.

"Say I've beaten you."

Sherlock shifted from bored to outraged, and it was pleasant to see.

"Only this once!" he cried. "Alright. You've beaten me, only this once."

If John could remember only one sentence in his whole life, it would be this one.

"What was it, then?" Sherlock asked. He looked like a puppy we said was not a good boy. "Please, John, tell me what your password is, I need to know."

John reopened his laptop, slowly, teasing Sherlock who came standing behind his shoulder. He was so close he was breathing in John's right ear. John felt a touch of fear as he began to type it, letter by letter. It had been a great moment, but he actually had to say it now, or rather to type it.

He felt as well as heard Sherlock's breath hitch next to him. He turned to look at his face. Needing to see. John had never seen Sherlock in utter shock. Well there he was.

John looked back, and stared for a moment at the password.

'IloveyouSherlock'

He pressed 'entry' and it worked. Of course it did.

Sherlock blinked a few more times before regaining his countenance.

"Well," he said, and his voice was shaking a bit, "I have to admit you have beaten me this time. Well played. It was a good revenge." He smirked and John panicked a bit. "But now I have to take my revenge." John panicked more as Sherlock tossed his laptop aside. He took its former place on John's lap. "What do you think I should do?" He said it in a breath in John's ear, and it was too much.

The next moment they were kissing, and it was a good revenge, John thought, because he was entirely at Sherlock's mercy.

@fluffbyday-smutbynight @bachfor-reichenbatch <3

#ficlet #sherlock #johnlock #john is pretty damn smart #the only thing sherlock doesn't know apart from graham's name and the solar system #don't blame me for having stupid ideas this is my brain's fault

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jacks-obsessions · 2 years

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Moth Risotto: Winter

Winter, not your favorite but not your least favorite either, it was just winter, but for Risotto it seemed to be rather inconvenient to say the least. He became less active and didn't eat nearly as much as he used to, he just stayed in your bed and didn't even really react to you, and you were worried to say the least. So you found yourself at your computer looking up what little information there was on mothmen to see if you could find out what was wrong with him, but you ended up just looking up stuff about normal moths. Didn't really help you out too much though, other than learning how to get rid of clothes moths, so you hoped you could just ask him what was wrong, but Risotto was still pretty scary to confront. He still was 6'8" and able to break a bear trap with ease, you weren't about to make him angry.

In the end you crept into your dark room where he was covered in a mountain of blankets, you don't know how he even got them, and you were sure he was asleep so you began to back out of the room before freezing at the feeling of being watched. You gathered the courage to look in the direction of the feeling and there was Risotto, watching you, with this intense but tired stare. "Is something wrong?" His voice was heavy with sleep and you could tell he was barely awake even though he was doing a good job of acting like he was. "I was worried about you, you haven't been eating very much, and-" He cut you off suddenly. "I'm fine. The cold just makes me tired." Oh, okay, that makes sense, you nodded. "Is there anything I can do?" You asked, you can swear you saw a slight smile when you asked that.

"Your warmth would help." He said with a straight face, you felt a little nervous at that, was he coherent? Did he understand that this was kind of awkward? Did he care? Unbeknownst to you he was just as nervous, as he technically didn't need your warmth, but he also wanted an excuse to have you close to him so a little nervousness was worth it. You didn't want to be rude so you ended up climbing into bed with him, it was like you got into bed with a boa constrictor, his arms wrapped around you faster than you could blink and you were pulled into his chest. His larger body curled around you and a deep, soothing rumbling vibrated against your back. You could feel your face heating up, along with the rest of your body, he was so warm! Your head was pressed into the fur around his neck, which smelled amazing, and you were suddenly so tired too.

"Ris, is it okay if I rest my eyes?" You muttered before yawning, he just hummed in response to your question and you couldn't see him smiling. His half awake plan worked! He got to hold you in his arms! Once he was sure you were asleep he curiously sniffed at your hair, you always smelled good from afar so he wanted to see what you smelled like up close. Your scent was very calming, and he loved it, he ran his fingers through your hair as he thought about what it would be like to have this be a regular thing. That was something he hoped you thought as well.

To be continued...

#moth risotto x reader #moth risotto #monster au #jjba part 5

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Hi, I'm the anon from the other day asking about advice regarding how to pray/strengthen relationship with The Lord. Thank you for taking the time to answer my question! I had kind of a follow-up question to that, I'm sorry to bother you again..

About how to pray, when we ask Jesus for something, for example, asking Him to heal someone or praying that He will gift me with a loving, godly spouse in the future, how do we need to ask? I know Jesus says when asked how to pray, "Your Kingdom come, Your will be done" and I hear my pastor and a few other people say "you have to believe without a doubt that He will answer your prayer or He won't do it". So, when I pray, especially about something in particular, do you think we are supposed to pray "If this is Your will, please heal this person or please provide me with a loving, godly spouse in the future" or should we just pray like "Please heal this person" and not say "if it's Your will" because maybe that shows signs of distrust? One author from some spiritual discipline book I read for college said we shouldn't pray and ask for things "if it's His will" because that shows we don't trust Him.. but I've been taught the opposite my whole life..

I suffer from chronic migraine and a friend told my mom that his mom had chronic migraine and she prayed that God would take then away and He did and she never had another migraine. However, I know God doesn't always heal because it may not be in His will at the time, so I don't know how to ask for healing and I've been so sick..

I'm sorry for the confusing ramble, and I hope I made sense explaining what I'm asking, but I want to pray correctly and I'm confused now as to how to pray when asking.. thank you for your time again!

Thanks for reaching out to me. If you feel comfortable, btw, you can use the chat or message functions and we can talk more out of the public sphere.

And these are good questions! The things you've heard and read point toward a deep examination of scripture, which is good since the Bible is full of complexity and richness. However, I do become concerned when suggestions turn into rules, which can sometimes lean toward Phariseeism. Jesus tells us his burden is light. Scripture tells us to believe in him, and Jesus himself then instructs us to leave one's sin. Additional rules often point toward a God that is ungracious, creating a human-made salvation and religion. People have always done this, and still do, even in the church.

Just remember that Jesus loves you so very much. He gave his life for us and wants all people to know him. He's not out to trick you, nor is he a computer program that only activates when given the proper coding. He knows your very heart. So offer that to him. Be genuine and heartfelt, and grow in your love for him, which will come out through your prayer time.

God will sometimes grant you what you long for—so go ahead and pray for physical healing. But also know that a lot of these questions (Should I pray in God's will? How do I pray in faith?) really don't become questions anymore as you get to know God better, the more you understand him and how good he is. You become experienced and good at prayer—it flows from you, just like a conversation would with someone you love very dearly and who loves you back. Worry less about the minutiae right now, and just speak to God. He's a loving father and again, loves your heart—he won't be angry or turn away from you because you don't pray "properly."

Finally, I should note that both pieces of advice you mention (at least without any additional context) seem wrong to me. Primarily what Jesus talks about when he instructs that one must have faith in prayer is in requesting great works that advance his kingdom—otherwise, examples show that Jesus answered people's pleas (prayers) even when they lacked in faith. Also, Jesus prayed "not my will but yours be done" at Gethsemane, and he was perfectly faithful in doing so.

#anonymous

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digital-corruption · 3 years

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I'm still new to tumblr but I think I opened up questions? If you had any. I don't know if anyone has questions.

Just to be clear, I believe that #MeToo is important, but can be used maliciously to destroy someone. With great power comes great responsibility.

Haunted by the Past Part 26

Jake woke up five hours later and I smiled at him. He lifted his head to read the clock behind me, then dropped his head with his eyes closed and frowned. “Did you really stay here for five hours?”

“Well, no. I did get up to eat and use the bathroom,” I admitted with a sheepish smile. “You should sleep more.”

He reached out and pulled me in closer to him. “How can I sleep when you’re awake next to me?” He opened his eyes slightly and traced his fingers down the side of my face and followed my jawline to my chin. He pulled my chin down gently to part my lips and kissed me tenderly.

When he pulled away, I couldn’t help but smile. However, he seemed concerned. “You want to go check?”

“Yes, I don’t like leaving it in the hands of total strangers,” Jake frowned.

“That’s not the point of the reprieve. You’re meant to be resting. Why don’t we go for walk, ok?” I ran my fingers through his black, shaggy hair. “If you go back to your computer now, you’ll be tempted to return to work.”

“Mmh, walk, dinner, then computer,” Jake offered as a compromise.

“Ok,” I smiled. “Getting you off the computer for 10 hours is still a victory.”

We both got up and changed for going out, though I’m surprised we made it to the door as Jake kept pulling me aside for kisses. We walked down the road to the trail and I could tell something was bothering him, but he wouldn’t say. He was still very stressed and kept looking at me with the most worried look on his face.

I paused at one of the scenic points to watch some birds flying about and Jake wrapped his arms around me, burying his face into my shoulder.

“Ok, are you going to tell me what’s up or do I have to keep asking?” I asked.

“I just have a bad feeling,” he sighed. “That something is going to happen soon and I might never see you again. I don’t want to stop holding onto you. You can’t disappear if I hold onto you.”

I put my hands on Jake’s arms for a moment before breaking the silence, “Let’s go to our spot.”

Jake gave me a squeeze before letting me go. He was fast to take my hand again.

Further down the trail I stopped at the ranger’s station and looked at Jake. He shook his head and pulled me down the trail.

We sat on the grass in front of the lake. Jake was behind me with his arms wrapped around me and his face buried into my shoulder again. Neither one of us said a word while we took in the sounds of the birds, the breeze and the gentle flow of the water. Our silence was broken by my phone beeping. Jake didn’t bother to look at it when I pulled it out.

Lilly: Um, has Jake seen the news?

MC: No, we’re out, why?

Lilly: You’ll need to prepare him for it. I don’t even know how you soften this blow.

I lowered my phone to the opposite side so it was harder for him to see and opened my browser to check what Lilly was on about.

There was a photo of some blond woman our age at a podium with a headline that read “I WAS RAPED BY THE ‘HERO’ HACKER”.

I stopped breathing. Jake noticed.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbled.

“I… I don’t know how to tell you this…” I bit my lip.

Jake lifted his head and saw my phone, “Fuck!”

“You know her?” my voice waived.

“She’s my goddamn ex!” Jake snapped.

“Jake, I need to know the truth. Did you?” I felt so bad questioning him.

“No!” he emphasized. “She’s a liar, she has always been. I didn’t realize it until it was too late.”

“That altercation you mentioned?”

“It was not long after I started being pursued. I was younger, more immature and less in control. I needed comfort and all I got was her anger because I ruined her perfect life. She demanded I undo everything, as if it was even possible. I... I hit her. The look on her face when she left... My pursuers were on my location the next morning. That was not happenstance,” I could hear the bitterness building in his voice. “I should never have looked at her social media accounts afterwards. It was all slander against me. ‘You'd never believe the sick stuff he forced me to do! I should've known he was a criminal all along!’ She just kept on lying wherever she could, garnering sympathy from those around her. Does this surprise me? No.”

“Jake...” I didn’t know what to say or what to do to help.

“I know, it’s bad. She’s a very convincing liar,” Jake squeezed me and pulled his hood over his face. “Everyone is going to look at me like I did. She’s going to ruin everything we’ve worked for!” He buried his face deep into my hoodie.

We sat in silence until my phone rang. Jake didn’t budge as I pulled out my phone. The voice was distorted, but there was no questioning who it was, “Don’t let him read the fucking news!”

“Well that ship has already sailed,” I replied.

“It’s psychological warfare to throw him off! And they get to look the heroes when they get him! They will be on you soon, you need to get him back in the game! We’re heading out now, but we might not reach you before it starts!” he shouted.

“He is no condition for it!” I emphasized.

“Fucking cunt, he doesn’t have a choice! It’s fight or die right now!” He yelled.

Jake took the phone from me and hung up, “I’m going to punch him when I see him.” With that he stood up and put his hand out to help me up.

“Jake, we don’t need to do this. We can run like we always do,” I trembled.

Jake ran his fingers down the side of my face while looking at me with regret, “It’s already too late for that.”

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x player #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfiction #Haunted by the Past

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