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oneforthemunny · 2 months

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I will take an argument with literally any of them. break my heart pls (but not too bad bc I am not doing too great pls & ty)

my punching bag today will be older!eddie.

"Delilah, no." Eddie's voice was stern, steady and full of authority, stilling the toddler from her terrorizing tirade.

Her little lip jutting, eyes rounding like they always did when she'd get scolded. You cringed at her suck of breath, a warning that the wailing sob was nearing.

Your temples throbbed at the sound, a dramatic, crocodile teared wail, diving straight into your leg with a pitiful, teary cry. "Mama!" Delilah sobbed, dramatic as ever, you knew it. She was upset she'd been stopped from smacking the small vase off the coffee table.

"Can you just put it up?" You huff, cradling a sobbing Lilah to your shoulder, her cries fading with disinterest, distracted by something over your shoulder.

"She'll never learn." Eddie huffed, his own nerves grating with agitation. The same argument found it's way back to the two of you.

"Can't just give into her all the time."

"I'm not." You snapped, teeth grit in annoyance. "I just don't want her to get hurt. She could knock it over by accident, so just put it up."

Eddie's eye roll nearly sent you into a rage, body tensing, blood boiling at his scoff, putting the vase under the TV stand.

You waited until Lilah went to sleep that night to bring it up, angrily turning down the bed with a harsh shove. "You know, you don't have to be so condescending to me." You sneer. "I do know what I'm doing."

Eddie huffed and you could hear the eye roll in his sharp breath. "I never said you didn't-"

"-No, you just act like I don't. Like I can't possibly know what to do-"

"-When did I ever say that, hm? I never said that." Eddie growled, tone rising in irritation, fingers curling around the throw pillow, launching it in the corner of the room. "But you gotta teach her not to do shit like that. Can't just let her get away with murder."

"See?" You snap, throwing a hand out towards him. "This. This is what I'm talking about. That fucking condescending tone-"

"-Condescending? I'm not being condescending. I'm just telling you-"

"-You think I don't know? Do you seriously think I don't fucking know?" You tried to swallow the shrill in your voice, keep it down so Lilah wouldn't wake up. "I know that, Eddie. I was trying to give her a chance to make a choice. You can't just yell at her the whole time, she'll think everything she does is wrong-"

"-I didn't yell at her-"

"- Oh? You didn't? Explain to me what that was then?" Your hands find your hips, fingers digging into your cotton pajamas.

Eddie's lips twitched, pinching in a tight line. "You know I have done this before, right?" He countered. "I have raised a kid before. Did a pretty good job at it, too. I do know what I'm doing."

"So do I." You boomed, the room falling silent at your tone, filled with defensive insecurity.

Eddie's chest tightened, face falling slightly. The way your eyes cut away, lip tucking in to hide the wobble that threatened to fall, arms wrapped around yourself.

"I know what I'm doing too." The crack in your voice made his heart tear.

Eddie was unsure what to say, head swimming with panic, cursing himself for not seeing this sooner. After Lilah's birth, you'd fallen into a slump- baby blues, the doctor, Wayne, everyone had told him with a solemn but reassuring shake of their head.

"Honey," Eddie's voice softened, dropping to a nearly hushed, raspy coo. "I know you know what you're doing-"

"-So why do you talk to me like I don't?" You snap, eyes cutting with that same rage.

"I-I'm not trying to." Eddie was unsure. He didn't want to upset you any further. "But parenting is supposed to be both of us, baby-"

"-So you act like it first. Treat me like a parent for once, and not like I'm some stupid, incapable person." You huffed, snatching your pillow off the bed, stomping out of the room with a shaky huff, leaving Eddie standing with a sick, heavy feeling settled in the pit of is stomach.

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quietblueriver · 6 months

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Because I can't imagine Imogen was ready to let that moment in the basement go, some quickly written Southern Gothic angst/love/comfort set between their nighttime excursion and Imogen's visit to the temple the next day. Light spoilers for ep. 77.

When the door closes, the sounds of Fearne’s hoofs fading down the hallway, Imogen turns quickly to her pack, doing what she can to look busy as she shuffles clothes and tries to catch her breath. She needs a minute. She needs more than a minute. She needs…

“Imogen.”

It’s loving and soft, because of course it is, because it’s Laudna, but it’s also…she’s doing that thing she does sometimes, where she acts like Imogen doesn’t know what she wants. Like Imogen is too young and too naive to understand. The same tone she used in the basement. Promise me.

As if Laudna wouldn’t burn the world down for her. As if they don’t both know it.

It’s not the first time she’s dealt with this bullshit. Laudna gets to be passionate and protective and fierce in her love (I would murder everyone around us if anything happened to you) but Imogen is supposed to pretend like Laudna’s life is worth less to her, to the world. Supposed to somehow just…let Laudna go. Because what? She’s a little bit dead? A little bit different? Imogen leveled a city block without conscious thought and nobody’s trying to put her down like a rabid dog, so why does everybody act like that bitch Delilah makes Laudna’s life irrelevant? Why does Laudna act like her life doesn’t…like Imogen should just be able to…

Her veins crackle, shoulders so tight they rival Ashton’s, and when the sound of Laudna’s boots stepping closer reaches her ears, she says, sharp and unyielding, “Not now.”

The steps halt immediately, the room quiet aside from the settling fabric of Laudna’s skirt and Imogen’s heaving breath.

“I’m…I really am sorry, darling.”

Her body moves before her brain can stop it, eyes bright and anger flaring as she turns fast enough to surprise them both. Laudna is running her eyes up and down Imogen’s body a bit frantically, like she’s working out a puzzle, and it’s not fear, but it’s a close enough cousin that Imogen sees a flash of her daddy, hard eyes turned on Imogen in the barn after one of the foals got out. The shame is enough to temper her, but it means all the rest of it comes up instead: anger, still, but hurt and fear and the deep grief that lingers in the corners of her dreams, in the desperate way she sometimes holds to Laudna.

“For what?” Her voice breaks, but she shakes her head again as Laudna holds out a hand, so Laudna drops it, fists her skirt nervously instead. “Why are you sorry?”

There’s genuine confusion on her face as she says, “For everything in the basement. I know…I know how it must have seemed, when my form of dread looked so much like her. I know it can’t have been pleasant to watch me lose control that way. Being there just…”

Imogen holds her hand up, light licking up her fingertips, and Laudna’s words trail off, her eyes caught on the lightning running through Imogen’s scars, worry furrowing her brow. Imogen forces down the impulse to comfort. She’s started this conversation, and she needs to finish it. For the both of them. If she lets herself get close enough to run a thumb over the crease between Laudna’s eyebrows, to hold the hand still playing with the material of her skirt, that’ll be it. So she doesn’t, focuses instead on the memory of Laudna’s hands in hers in that room. Promise me.

“I’m not mad ‘cause you looked like her, Laud. Or ‘cause you…I know what that place was to you, an’ I can’t imagine what it must have felt like for you to be there again. You don’t,” she works to keep the frustration from seeping into her words, “you don’t have to keep apologizin’ for her. You’re not her, Laudna, even though everybody keeps actin’...you keep actin’ like you are.”

She crosses her arms tight across her chest and stares at the floor, blinking hard as her vision blurs with tears.

“I know I’m not her. I know that, darling.”

The toes of her boots come into Imogen’s line of sight and she doesn’t tell her to stop but she does back herself up, pressing as hard as she can into the table behind her and wincing slightly as a sharp corner digs into her skin. The boots come no further.

“Do you? Because it feels like you…” She uncrosses her arms to wipe her palms swiftly across her cheeks. “It feels like you’re just waitin’ on her to take over. Waitin’…” Her voice cracks again, and she grabs behind her, finds the handkerchief sitting beside her pack and brings it to her face.

“Imogen.”

She shakes her head fiercely, forces a deep breath and then looks up to meet Laudna’s eyes, fist clenched around damp fabric. “Waitin’ to leave.”

Laudna takes half a step forward and stops as Imogen tries to back up further, managing only to dig the corner of the table further into her flesh and guarantee herself a bruise. Laudna’s going to gnaw through her lip, Imogen can already tell, and there’s black pooling at growing nails, ichor waiting to be pulled between nervous fingers. Still, Imogen holds the line, appreciates the distraction of pain, the sturdy wood that won’t yield to her body’s pressure.

“I don’t want to leave, darling. I don’t want to leave you. I’m not giving up. I promise.”

Promise me. Her eyes shine, anger forcing its way to the front of her mind again, and Laudna begins to say something, but Imogen beats her to it, words cutting.

“Oh, do you? Promise? Should I go get Fearne, then? So there’s a witness?”

“Imogen, what…”

“Is it…d’you think I’m so out of line that…or maybe so ridiculous? So naive that…” Her scars burn now, heat across her skin and in the tears pressing against the corners of her eyelids. They continue to leak despite her best efforts, tracking down her cheeks until Imogen brings the yellow fabric of the handkerchief back to her face, letting her eyes slide closed for a moment.

When she opens them again, Laudna looks stricken, her body fighting its instinct to close the distance between them, frozen in the face of Imogen’s obvious desire for space.

She presses out through the thickness in her throat, voice rough, “You made me…you made me promise to…in front of Fearne, Laud. Did you…how was that fair? What was I supposed to do, when she was right there? Are you…are you that scared to talk to me about it? You think I’m that…that absurd, that you needed somebody else there to…to keep me in line?” Imogen laughs bitterly, and shrugs. “I mean, I guess I get it. I’m standin’ here provin’ your point, yeah?” She ducks her head and stares at the worn leather of her boots, breath shaky as shame heats her face.

“No. No, of course not. Imogen. That’s not…”

Darling, can you look at me? Please?

She does, because Laudna asks her to, but even as their eyes meet, Imogen’s jaw aches as she holds herself together, shuts herself off, refuses to give up any more of herself. She can’t bring herself to deny Laudna’s request, but she doesn’t force herself to vulnerability. Not now. It’s strange, to put up her walls this way with Laudna, but it’s Laudna who has hurt her this time.

Laudna, whose black eyes are nearly as wide now as they are when she transforms, full of concern and confusion and a love obvious enough that it makes Imogen grind her teeth in resistance.

“I’m so sorry, Imogen. I didn’t realize…” Her lips are black with ichor and her hands are in constant motion at her sides, strings of black magic expanding and contracting as she fidgets. “I thought it would be…You were…you were so alone, last time. I thought maybe, if you had Fearne, if she knew what I wanted…what I wanted for you…Imogen, I don’t want you to have to carry it alone. Not again. That’s all, darling. I don’t think you’re absurd. Of course I don’t. I wasn’t trying to…to trick you. Or trap you. I would never. Please.”

The pleading tone makes no dent in the wall Imogen has put up, is nothing in the face of the voice in her mind, reminding her of Laudna’s words in the basement, the look on Fearne’s face. I’m quite literally a dead end. Promise me.

“Why are you so sure I’ll have to carry it at all? Why are you so sure she’s gonna win?”

The tears are constant and furious, dripping unchecked down her cheeks, and she hates it, hates feeling this exposed, but she forces herself to keep her head up, to hold Laudna’s gaze.

“Imogen.”

The same tone–love, yes, but something far too close to pity for Imogen to let it lie.

“No. No. I’m not stupid, Laudna. I know what you are. I’ve been in your mind, remember? I’ve seen her there. I’ve known since the day we met that you were different, and I still…I fell in love with you, knowin’ full well what you are and what that means. I’ve seen your form of dread, seen your body split open.

The curtains on Pate’s house are made from my old shirt. Your hound has laid its drippin’ head on my lap. For fuck’s sake, Laudna, I slept next to your dead body. Your truly dead body. An’ I sleep next to you every night. Have for years and will for as many more years as I’m alive, if I have anythin’ to say about it.

I love you, want you, all of you, and you know that. I’m not quiet about it. So why do you keep actin’ like I’m gonna wake up one day and be surprised by what you are? Why the fuck do you keep callin’ yourself a dead end?”

“Because I am one, darling.” It’s sad, and resigned, and there is ichor dripping down her cheeks now, thick tracks left on pale skin. “I don’t want her to win, my love. I don’t. Please believe me. But I have to be realistic. For me. For the both of us.

And Imogen, even if she doesn’t win…

I love you so very deeply. More than I’ve loved anyone or anything in any of my lives. But I am dead. I’m not meant to be here, and you deserve someone who can…who can live, really live, with you. You deserve everything, and I can’t give you that.”

Bullshit. It’s bullshit. The part of her that understands why, understands what Laudna’s been through and the demons that pull at her, whisper to her, the part that drives her almost always, that keeps her soft–it’s gone, lost for the moment to a lifetime’s worth of hurt, of being abandoned or tolerated, never quite good enough for love.

She aches as she spits out, voice as hard as it ever has been with Laudna, with anyone, “If you don’t wanna be with me, you can just say it. You can just…” She shudders, hardens. “Just stop pretendin’ you’re doin’ this for my sake, alright? It’s insultin’ to the both of us. If you don’t want me, just say so.”

“Imogen.”

She can’t do it, not anymore, so she turns to the table behind her, grips the edges as her body shakes. She clenches her jaw until she’s overcome, until a sob escapes, loud and ugly and broken, and then Laudna’s arms are around her waist, cool lips and cool breath against the shell of her ear, “Imogen. Darling. My love. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. There’s nothing I want more than to be with you. I’m trying. I promise I’m trying. I don’t want her to win. I don’t want to leave you. Ever.”

She turns and buries her face in Laudna’s neck, her own arms wrapped around Laudna’s fragile ribs as tightly as she can manage without hurting her. A hand buries itself in her hair, nails scratching against her scalp as she’s held close.

“I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry. Come sit with me? Please?”

She nods into Laudna’s shoulder, body still shaking, and Laudna hums as she holds her for another minute, pressing kisses to her temple before pulling away just enough to grab Imogen’s hands and lead them both to the bed. They settle across from each other, Laudna holding one of Imogen’s hands between them as she brings the other to Imogen’s face, pressing two fingers gently against her chin until their eyes meet.

“I’m sorry.”

She’s so sincere, so unfailingly honest, and Imogen fights against the urge to duck her head again, ashamed and sheepish.

“No, Laud. I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. That wasn’t…I know you love me and I know you’re tryin’. I do. I’m just…I’m scared. I lost you once and I can’t…I don’t think I can do it again. And sometimes it feels like you think it’s an inevitability, that you’re gonna leave me. That she’s gonna…

And I get it. I do. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to have her with you, to know she’s there all the time. But to have you ask me to…to let you go? To move on? To be happy? With Fearne right there like it was…What would you say, if I asked you to do that? Could you promise me?”

Laudna flinches at the thought, her head almost unconsciously shaking in denial.

“I know I…I know I’ve said some things. About Predathos and Ruidus and what it might take, what I might have to give up. But I hope you know I don’t…I’m not bankin’ on that, Laud. I don’t want it. Especially not now. Not when we…” She brings Laudna’s hand to her mouth and kisses her palm, her wrist, her knuckles. “I want you.”

Laudna rocks forward, kissing Imogen fiercely, catching her bottom lip with sharp incisors and settling a hand possessively against Imogen’s throat.

I want you, too. I’ve never wanted anything like I want you.

Imogen lets herself be pressed back into the bed, sighs as Laudna trails her mouth across her jawline, bites at the lobe of her ear before making her way down to her collarbones, nipping and soothing with a cold tongue.

I don’t want to leave you. I never want to leave you.

A hand drags at the fabric of her dress, pulling up and up until nails run sharp against the skin of her thighs, fingers moving until a palm presses against her hipbone, holding her down as Laudna’s mouth finds hers again.

Let me show you, darling. Let me show you how much I want you. Please.

Later, tucked into the stupidly nice bed, with Imogen’s head resting on her chest, Laudna says, “It’s still difficult for me to believe that you want me. That you’d give up a normal life for me.” Imogen runs her palm over Laudna’s ribs, waits quietly. “Selfishly, I want you to, even though it…it’s not what I want for you. You deserve so much more, so much better than what I can…” Laudna squeezes at Imogen’s arm before she can object, and Imogen snaps her jaw shut. “Thank you, love.” She feels the press of lips against her hair. “I understand why you were angry with me. I…I would be, too, if you tried to tell me to leave you. To live without you. Even if I knew you were doing it for good reasons, as you undoubtedly would be.

I know you want to be with me, even if I don’t understand why. Even if I worry that I can’t give you what you deserve. I’m sorry that I keep trying to take that choice from you. I'm going to try to do better. I promise.

And as for me…I want you, Imogen. I want to be here, with you. And if I’m lucky enough that you want me, too, well. Please believe me when I say I have every intention of trying my hardest to stay.”

Imogen pushes herself up to kiss the sharp point of her chin, the corner of her mouth.

“I love you. I wanna live my whole life with you. A stupidly long and real happy life. And anybody who tries to get in the way of that is gonna have a real hard time of it. You hear me?” She’s not talking to Laudna, and they both know it. “I’m gonna fight for you, Laud. And I’ve been told I’m real capable.”

She kisses her again, and again, until eventually they settle, Laudna’s breath evening out slowly the way it does in sleep, muscle memory stronger than the reality of her undeath. While she sleeps, Imogen plans. She might be capable, but she’s also owed a few favors, knows how to make sure she’s owed a few more. She’s never really prayed before, but she can learn. For Laudna, she can do a whole lot more than that.

#imodna #imodna fic #southern gothic #critical role

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if-childrenofiona · 11 months

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DEMO ✧ FORUM

LCOF is a +17 IF with heavy themes of murder, gore, cults, obsessive behavior, etc. Many run to Iona's Temple. Perhaps to escape hunger or the touch of death. You aren't sure why. No one is. All you know is that you're among them.

Play disguised as a Child of Iona, the loyal follower of the moon Goddess, Iona. Kept in the temple by day and let out to serve your duties by night. Navigate the mystical kingdom of Gilhanna. Whether you make rivals or friends, it's up to you. Or risk your life to pursue something more; you swore to remain devoted to Iona and Iona alone. Above all, stay hidden!

Everything was wrong— very wrong. Your father was never one to change his mind. Let alone reveal you to the public eye. And yet, he let you attend the Feast of Xihnir? It was a night of happiness, of celebration. And it'll be a night ingrained in your memory forever.

Especially after witnessing your father slaughtered like a lamb before the Divine Lord of Hexma. Since then, you've learned how deep Xihnir's murderous and twisted fascination with you goes.

Fleeing to the neighboring kingdom, Gilhanna, you find a place to escape the pursuits of your father's killer. Hoping to find peace while masked as a Child of Iona. You've enjoyed seven years of peace now. You're sure more is still to come.

Yet, the sudden appearance of a wounded stranger brings rapid talk of the Divine Lord's armed forces praying upon Gilhannian borders. You can't let yourself be reduced to running, hiding — surviving. Nor will you allow yourself to be caught in Xihnir's crooked grasp. Will you give up the identity of this mysterious stranger to protect your own?

Fully customize MC's appearance, personality, gender identity, and sexuality.

Choose between a variety of given trades to influence your character's nature and story! (i.e., swordsman, musician, scholar, weaver, dancer, or merchant.)

Hone your skills!

Become a genuine follower of Iona or exploit this exalted position for your own gain.

Make meaningful choices that will shape your future and the relationships of people around you.

Forge lasting friendships or begrudging enemies.

Eight ROs total— two secret romances. (one minor, one major)

XHILO ✧ XOLA, HOUSE OF AKTER. Your companion with a short temper and an even shorter attention span. You found them cowering in an alley the night you left and have been hiding from Xihnir's forces together since then. Meek and quiet but sometimes has a lot to say. Extremely suspicious and distrusting of newcomers. You think they may still be a bit wary of you.

SILAS ✧ SHILA, CHILD OF IONA. The mean-spirited shepherd who works with you in the temple. At one point, you both were friends, though you're not sure what made them act so cold towards you. Though, that time is very distant. However, one thing hasn't changed: their love of their flock and slightly awkward disposition around new groups of people.

KNOX ✧ KORA, HOUSE OF YARROW. "Eccentric," as the townspeople like to put it. You've only seen them keep to themselves; they're never seen without a notebook. In daylight, their face is tired and worn. You catch them sneaking over the temple walls at night as if hiding one big secret. Some nights, you catch them singing beautiful melodies before running away after they sense someone's listening.

PRINCE LIROY ✧ PRINCESS LORELAI, THE CROWN HEIR OF GILHANNA. Emperor and Empress Jung's firstborn. They are known throughout the kingdom as the epitome of sophistication and stoicism. You don't know much about the Crowned Heir except their duties to the country come first, and they hold them quite dear. A bit too dear.

PRINCESS DELILAH ✧ PRINCE DION, THE HEIR OF DANCE. The royal Jung's second born. A soft but refined beauty. Most remember them for their carefree and childish behavior. "Iona's dancing muse," some may say. You've only seen them dance once when you first came to Gilhanna. Beautiful, hypnotic. You believe they are everything the people say they are.

PRINCESS CLEMENTINE ✧ PRINCE CLEMENT, THE FORGOTTEN HEIR. The youngest of the Jung siblings. You haven't heard about them in all your seven years in Gilhanna. Nor are they mentioned among the people.

#the lost children of iona if #demo #interactive fiction #dashingdon #high fantasy #choice script #wip if #cog #hg #cyoa #hosted games #demo release #demo launch

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utilitycaster · 6 months

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The thing about this episode is that it's all about legacy and life's work. Delilah's primary condition is that she endure, and does not wish to see her most world-altering contribution erased. Laudna sees herself as a dead end because she believes she can never escape from the shadow of Delilah. When FCG asks the party what they're fighting for, Chetney explicitly mentions legacy, and Orym says his happy ending is a world with a tomorrow; that if it comes to a sacrifice, at least it will have meaning and purpose. Ashton validates the selfish aspect of legacy and points out that even Chetney's smaller contribution of toymaking has meaning, which dovetails seamlessly into Imogen's visit to the temple of the Dawnfather where she learns that a relationship with the divine is something you build, over time and piece by piece, and that the god she's reaching out to responds to the small things that people make out of love and passion.

This in turn flows into Ashton and Fearne's scene at the Heart of Whitestone clocktower, the physical manifestation of the best parts of Percy's legacy by his own admission, even though he knows the truth is much darker and more complicated; Ashton doesn't know this, but recognizes the passion. He also notes - whether correctly or not - that if all of Bells Hells perish on Ruidus, no mark of his will remain on the world. And that's when he asks Fearne. Ashton's been clinging - often impulsively, and with insufficient information either through circumstance or deliberate dismissal - to their legacy, as the last child of Hishari and as the last living aspect of a titan. What Ashton wanted from life was a family; he learned about his father's legacy two days ago. So they then proceed to make an extremely ill-advised choice and nearly die in the process, because it may help them do the unfathomable, or it may destroy them, but either way, they'll be a legend.

#critical role spoilers #critical role

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infinitelymj · 6 months

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i literally have so many thoughts about imogen going to the dawnfather's temple please bear with me for a moment.

ok so. this is a woman who has never prayed in her life. has never had a real interaction with a god on her own. has even questioned whether saving them is the right thing to do. and the MINUTE she gets her fears confirmed that if the gods die, so does laudna, she's never been more determined to save them. laudna CANNOT die. she won't accept it. she'll do everything she can to save her, EVERYTHING.

and then there's delilah, who watches laudna's every action, feeds off her to power herself and all imogen wants is for laudna to be free. to SAVE her so they can live on together. so if she has to get on her knees and pray to the gods and save them so laudna can live, she will. because laudna is the most important thing in the world to her and she WON'T ACCEPT IT.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #imodna #imogen temult #laudna #laura bailey does my life mean nothing to you (please keep going)

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tarotbydelilah444 · 9 months

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📚✨ Your Upcoming School Year

What can you expect for your upcoming school year? This pac reading will resonate with anyone that is expected to go back to school soon, or just want to know what the vibes will be like for their school year. Enjoy the reading and as always sending you love and light ✨🤍 - Delilah

pile one • green aventurine

self care message • deep breathing

For some, you could deal with anxiety or stress out easily. Remember to take breaks, if things become too much for you to handle. You could also doubt yourself a lot and your abilities. You are not a failure and you are doing your best, even when you think you aren’t, just take a moment to breathe and center yourself before going back to work.

general message • 📚

work through & be aware of self sabotage when it comes to your education. You might have moments when you believe that you aren’t doing enough or that your work is not your best, but it could be self doubt that is making feel this way and making you question yourself and your capabilities. social life • 📚 you will likely have to make some big decisions regarding to your friendships. Some of you will have to make a decision to cut off some people within your circle, but you may be a bit reluctant to do this, but it is necessary to do this. Maybe you have outgrown your friendships and you may not resonate with them like you used to or maybe you don’t feel supported by your peers like you used to. You are being asked to reevaluate your friendships and really pay attention to who is showing up for you and putting in the effort vs those who are doing the bare minimum. You will likely make new friends that add value to your life rather than taking from you. If your social life has been stagnant, you are being asked to step out of your comfort zone and make the effort. Go places that you have never explored before or you may have been reluctant to go. Take a leap of faith and watch where it will take you. Be open to getting to know people that may be different from you or have different interests than you. grade & academics • 📚

If you are looking for support in terms of your academics, you are in luck, you will be receiving help from others if you have been struggling in terms of your work. You will have people that will be more than happy and willing to help and support you, if you ask. Your academics will improve drastically and you can expect to get the results that you want, so keep manifesting and putting in the work because it will eventually pay off in the end. Be prepare to be recognized for your efforts and be rewarded for your hard work. For others, you could be questioning if you are really passionate about your field or major, so maybe you may be pursuing a career/field/major to impress your family & friends, but it’s not what you actually want to pursue in the long run. Some of you could want to be entrepreneurs and be your own boss, but you could be pursuing law or a respectable field to impress or make others happy. You are being asked to do what will make you happy and follow your pursuits & passions and to hell with what anybody’s opinions of what you should be doing what your life and future. Do you!

overview • 📚

you will face a lot of ups and downs in your upcoming school year, but these moments are important for your growth and personal development. Things will work out in your favor in the end, as long as you stay open to changes that are happening. You can expect big changes and unexpected opportunities to come to you once you embrace these changes. Good luck!

random messages • 📚

handsome, powerful, CEO, 888, 333, lawyer, big decisions, manifestations, anxiety & doubts, improvements in finances, entrepreneurship, and dishonest, Sagittarius, Taurus, Aquarius, Leo, Cancer, Pisces, or Scorpio, changing majors, dropping out to pursue your true passion

pile two • smoky quartz

self-care message • nourish your temple

Make sure that you are taking care of your body and your mental health, some of you could deal with some issues relating to your health in the near future, if you don’t pay extra attention to what your body is trying to tell you. Take time away from your work, to check in with yourself and a take care of your needs. Some of you could also deal with anxiety, depression, or other mental illnesses that may/will have an impact on your overall health and on your studies if you don’t take care of yourself first and manage to find balance between yourself & school.

general message • 🎓

Balance is needed when it comes to your school life. You need to know when to work and when to stop to have some fun. Taking a break from your studies is not a crime and you shouldn’t treat it as one either. Don’t be afraid to take some time out to relax and enjoy life outside of class and enjoy your daily routine. Try exerting your energy into different hobbies and activities, or simply getting out and having some fun.

social life • 🎓

You will be making some huge changes within your friendship circle. You will be cutting off and releasing old friendships soon, or you may lose some friends, if it hasn’t happened already, but know that this was necessary and meant to happen. Some of the people in your circle were being two-faced or they were secretly jealous of you and in competition with you. However, I do see the universe will be blessing you with new friends to replace the old ones that were removed from your life, so no need to stress. I see you will have more fun and more in common with this person or these group of people than in your previous friendships. If some of you are into the occult/mysticism , i see you finding friends that are interested in the occult or share your interests. grades & academics • 🎓

Some of you could be majoring in law or something dealing with lots of writing and reading, so you will be doing a lot of writing and researching in terms of school. You may also have to work in groups or collaborate on project with others this year. Your school responsibilities will definitely be picking up more and a lot will be expected of you, but I see you staying on top of everything and excelling in terms of your academics. There will be something significant about the month of October, so be on the lookout. I see you being very focused and studious for the most part that you will not have time for games or drama. For some, this could be your senior year of college/high school and you are anticipating on graduating and I see it being a success for the most part and working out in you favor. overview • 🎓 This will be a very busy & rigorous school year for you, so make sure you study, prepare, and stay focused & on top of your studies. If you are preparing for exams, I do see you passing these exams and receiving your degree & recognition for your hard work. This school year will be very important, so you will need to make a good impression and work hard to reap big rewards. You will serve as an inspiration for many people to see you achieve your goals. Be proud of all you have managed to accomplish and achieve thus far. Good luck & congrats!

random messages • 🎓

mental health issues, overstimulated, lawyer, Paris, two-faced, terminated, sixth house, eighth house, endings and new beginnings, October, writer, complex, you are loved, big decisions, Gemini, Libra, Aquarius, Taurus, Scorpio, and Leo

pile three • lapis lazuli

self care message • look for fairies

When you are feeling discouraged or feeling uncertain about the path in front of you. Ask from a sign above and it will be presented to you in the physical realm. For some, you guys could have periods of discouragement and you are being asked to have faith that your circumstances & luck will change around for the better. Believe in yourself because great things are coming to you soon.

general message • 🧠

Have you forgotten all the reasons of why you decided to further your education. I feel like some of you are currently bored with school or you feel a lack of purpose/motivation to fully commit to school this time around. You are being asked to rediscover why you decided to go to school and figure out if this is what you want to do long term because only you know what’s feel right for you, and only you can make that decision. Right now, you are to focus on the negative aspects of school and you aren’t considering the positive aspects of school. If you continue to look at school from a pessimistic view, it will soon begin to affect your work and you will begin to procrastinate and slack off, so try to change your outlook and attempt to change you mindset and perspective to something more positive. Remember that success doesn’t happen overnight, it usually takes a lot of effort, hard work, patience, and determination to make it to the top and to remain there.

social life • 🧠

Some of you could be the leader in your group of friends. You are the person that everyone comes to for advice or when they are in need of support because your friends may view you as wise, trustworthy, and great meditators/listener. There will likely be some sort of conflict in your friend group that will require you to assess the situation, make sure that you are listening to both sides and taking in consideration of everyone’s feelings, needs, and wants before coming to a decision. You could also find yourself reconnecting with friends from you past, if you are open to receiving them again, just make sure to set healthier boundaries with each other.

grades & academics • 🧠

Some of you could be foreign exchange students or you could be studying abroad, I channeled the Middle East or Africa. In terms of your academics, Your classes may become much more rigorous and the work load is tedious, so you will be having a hard time with school and it will be weighing on you. Your work load will likely increase or you have more responsibilities than you had before. You could be majoring in something that requires lots of writing or you will be expected to write a lot this upcoming school year. You are being encouraged to ask for help and support, if you begin to become too overall. Start by dividing your responsibilities by working and focusing on assignments that are far more important first, then work on the tasks that less tedious at a later time. You must focus on staying balance and taking more time out for yourself because you will experience periods of being burnt out and stressed out from overworking & overextending yourself to the point of exhaustion. Whenever you are feeling burnt out, you should to take a break and put time aside to prioritize & reward yourself for the work that you do complete regardless if it was only a little work. You may want to give up, but things will get better because you are almost at the finish line, so keep going no matter how challenging things may be at the moment, your hard work will eventually pay off. Create a schedule for your school work or try to tackle three task per day to help ease the load off of your back. Remember to work smarter, not harder!

overview • 🧠

I see you hanging in there and eventually things will turn in your favor, however, this will require you to change up your routine, take risks, and to have tunnel vision to make it through the school year. You will be able to conquer any challenges that may be in your path, you just have to stay focus and keep your eyes on the prize. Make sure that are studying and you are being your own motivator, you don’t need to always get motivation or inspiration from others. Take time to sit with yourself and contemplate what you envision yourself in the future and the goals that you want to achieve in the near future. Make a game plan and stick to it and make sure to cut out any distractions as you go within.

random messages • 🧠

unexpected bills, co-workers, working while in school, manifestations, 333, well-mannered, writer, trustworthy, car, saving up for a car, August, June, December, November, January, and March, Leo, Scorpio, Capricorn, Taurus, Virgo, Gemini, Libra, or Aquarius pile four • tiger’s eye

self-care message • connect with fire

What intentions do you want to set for the upcoming school year. Do you have the motivation and drive to go after the goals that you have set for yourself. Are you have the strength and willpower to achieve everything that you desire, even when obstacles are in your path. Ask yourself these questions because this define the next step in your path and determine if you will succeed in the end.

general message • 🏆

Like I state above, you have a lot of goals and plans for the future as it pertains to school. All the hard work and focusing on the bigger picture will eventually pay off in the near future because you will be able to celebrate the fruits of your labor. By staying focus and dedicated to fulfilling and reaching your goals, you will be able to overcome any obstacle that stands in your way. Don’t lose focus of your dream because it will open many doors and windows of opportunities for you in the near future. The future looks very bright for you. The time for planning is over, it’s time for you to take action to grow and expand.

social life •🏆

you will find yourself making friends with people that are older than you or who are very mature for their age. Some of you could even join a club or decide to pledge which will help you gain connections and open the doors for you in terms of school and your future career. These friends of yours will have similar goals and aspirations as you, and you can expect them to be very supportive, trustworthy, loyal, and keep you grounded. These are connections that can last for years and people that you can confide in, or even ask for help when are struggling, they will give you sound advice and help along the way. This person will likely be a masculine energy, or embodies a lot of masculine energy regardless of their gender.

grades & academics • 🏆

You will have a lot of responsibilities coming into the school year because you simply cannot grow or achieve your goals, if you don’t struggle along the way. You will be expected to work together & collaborate with others, so be open to others opinions and ideas because you can really learn from other people’s input. Some of you could be very stubborn and dismissal when it comes to work with others and this is not a good trait to have if you expect to be successful. You guys are really intelligent, but other people are also intelligent and you should give them chance to share their ideas and intelligence with you instead of being overly critical and independent. Let others have a chance to lead for a change. It’s okay to do things out of the box sometimes, everything isn’t always black and white. Consider it as a different and new way of getting closer to your goals. You grades will be fine as long as long as you learn to work with others and stay on top of your work.

overview • 🏆

You can possibly met a fire sign or earth sign masculine or feminine that can serve as a mentor to you and help you during your school journey. This person is well connected and has a lot of experience and knowledge to offer if you are willing to listen and learn from him/her. For others, you will be successful in your endeavors as long as you don’t doubt your abilities. If you see an opportunity, you should go for it without a doubt. Focus on building connections with people and networking to gain more opportunities and new learning experiences to get your foot through the door and closer to achieving your goals. Always be ready to be adaptable and ready to shift to the next thing if things or plans do change. Don’t get discouraged nor get anxious, trust that things will always work out in your favor, even if you don’t have all the answers.

random messages • 🏆

law school, CEO, wait, next year, 444, 777, Asia, anxiety & doubts, stubborn, sixth house, collaboration, fraudulent activity, intelligence, masculine, sirene, beauty, Scorpio, Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, Libra, Aquarius, Gemini, Virgo, Taurus, Capricorn

#pac reading #spirituality #astrology #tarot #crystals #channeled messages #pick a card tarot #education #tarotbydelilah444 #tarot reading #tarotblr #tarotcommunity

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prick-up-ur-ears · 2 months

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Saw your post asking for imodna prompts, how about BH meeting up with Ira again on the moon with Imogen getting jealous because of how enamored Laudna seems with him?

Or... Imogen and Laudna finally having a conversation about everything that's happened (e.g. Imogen's comment about how she finds the thought of Delilah always being in the background watching them disgusting, Laudna saying she doesn't know what's her and what's Delilah anymore, casting Hunger of the Shadow on the Willmaster after saying that their power should have gone to her instead of Orym, etc.)

Or any kind of fluff or hurt/comfort, I'll be happy to read anything!

Thanks for the prompt!

This ended up being harder than I thought because I couldn't quite figure out where I wanted to take it but I think I'm okay with how it ended up.

You can also read this bad boy on AO3 !

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“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

After Fearne came back through the portal, and much deliberation, they had decided to sleep in the underground temple before all going to investigate what was on the other side of the portal. Now, Imogen sits with her back against one of the tall, jagged stone walls. She doesn’t take her eyes off Laudna while the conversation continues around her, not paying any attention to what is being said. Laudna is across the room from her. Not next to her. Not even near her. Practically as far as she can be in the large space.

She’s fiddling with the elven doll she found, pushing and pulling on the limbs to see how they bend, inspecting the clothing. She pulls Paté’s birdhouse onto her lap and gently tucks the doll inside, then carefully places the whole thing on the ground next to her.

When she looks up, her eyes find Imogen’s immediately. They dart away in an instant, towards where the conversation is moving along without them. It stings, more than a little. Imogen pulls her knees up, folds her arms on top of them, and leans forward to rest her chin on her forearm.

Everything feels majorly fucked right now.

It hasn’t been that long since their stay at Nana Morri’s, but already the silence between them is deafening. Imogen had tried to explain herself after the unfortunate way she worded her feelings about Delilah, but besides that, they haven’t spoken at all about what they said during the honesty exercise. Not that there’s been any excess of time, but they’ve managed to make time in the past.

“--gen?”

She opens her eyes, not realizing she had closed them. She’s met with six pairs of eyes looking down at her. How much time had passed? Did she fall asleep?

“Hmm?” she mumbles, blinking.

“Can you try to reach out to Ira?” Orym asks.

Imogen has to fight to keep a straight face, keep the edges of her mouth from turning down. She could, but does she want to? Not particularly. She trusts him about as far as she can throw him.

Her reaction definitely has nothing to do with the thought of every interaction he’s had with Laudna. Nope nope nope. She’s not thinking about Laudna saying she wanted to have a drink with him in the Calloway hideout. Or when she told him she liked him “a lot” before the solstice. That would be ridiculous.

“I’m spent for the day,” she replies. Is she being petty? Maybe. “Can F.C.G. do it?”

“They’re running on empty, too,” Orym says, a frown ghosting at the corners of his mouth.

“One of us could do it after we rest, then?” Imogen says, looking towards F.C.G., who nods. “It’s not like we’re in a big rush to find him, right?”

“No, I guess not.” He turns away from her and walks towards the opposite wall, near Laudna.

There’s a bit of awkward silence before Fearne picks up the conversation again, her and F.C.G recounting again(not that Imogen can blame them) how they managed to get away from Otohan. It’s not long before the events of the day catch up with them, yawns being traded back and forth across the group.

Imogen still has her eyes on Laudna, who is now taking out her bedroll and unfurling it where she sits. Across the room from Imogen. Still.

Imogen doesn’t know how to be in a relationship, that much is evident. But she is pretty sure she heard somewhere that you should never go to bed mad. Not that they’re mad at each other. (Right?) (Fuck, is Laudna mad at her?) (Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.) Either way, she doesn’t want to sleep feeling whatever way she’s feeling right now.

She reaches out. Feels her mind attach to the tether that connects them. Can we talk?

Laudna doesn’t respond. She shows no indication that she heard Imogen at all, but Imogen knows she did. Just when Imogen is about to reach out again, Laudna looks up at her. The eye contact is as brief as it was before, and then she’s standing up. She whispers something to Orym, who settled in nearby, then walks towards the wide archway that leads to the next room, a passage they haven’t gone down yet.

Imogen stands up and follows her.

Laudna doesn’t stop walking or wait for her to catch up. Imogen is several paces behind her, relying mostly on the sound of her footsteps and the silhouette that she can barely make out, as Laudna leads them through the maze that this temple has become here.

Eventually, they reach a room that is a dead end. The other entrances, besides the one they came through, are blocked by rocks and debris. The space isn’t as large as where they set up camp, looks like it might have once been a small courtyard. In the middle is a tree, magically preserved like the berries they found no doubt. The stone pathway that surrounds it is jagged and uneven, but the patch of grass that the tree sits on appears to be untouched.

Imogen stops just inside the entryway when she notices Laudna has stopped. She’s facing the left side of the room, and Imogen pulls out her dancing lights to see what has caught her attention. Against the wall is a bench that has certainly seen better days, broken down the middle, littered with bones that are fused and fossilized to it.

“Do you think they knew what was happening?” Laudna asks, her voice quiet. Shaky. At the sound of it, Imogen finds herself stepping closer.

“Probably not,” Imogen says as softly as she can.

“Is that better or worse?”

Imogen doesn’t have an answer. She’s not even clear on what exactly happened for this temple to end up embedded in the ground of Ruidus. Are there more places like this one, scattered throughout the mantle of the moon? Were all of those people that existed in those places thrust here without warning, without any idea of what was happening to them? Would it have been better for them to understand?

She’s just behind Laudna now, and reaches a tentative hand forward to graze hers. When she doesn’t pull away immediately, Imogen slips their hands together and gives a little tug. “Come on,” she says, jutting her head to the other side of the room when Laudna looks back at her with wide, sad eyes. “Let’s go over here.”

Laudna doesn’t object, and Imogen leads them towards the tree, sitting down with her back against it on the side facing away from the bench. She lets her lights float above them, lighting up this side of the room. Laudna sits down cross-legged next to her, dropping her hand, leaving some space between them. She starts to pick at the grass.

They sit in silence for several minutes. Imogen realizes she should have thought about what she wanted to say before she dragged them here. She doesn’t know where to start.

“Are we okay?” seems like a decent choice.

She hates the way her voice sounds, though. There are tears threatening to fall, choking her voice, but she wills them to stay put.

“I think we’ll be safe here for the night, but after-,” Laudna stops, looks down at the hand Imogen places on her knee. She doesn’t look up to meet her eyes, though.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Oh. You mean ‘we’ as in… the two of us.” It’s not a question.

Imogen nods, unsure if Laudna even sees it with the way she refuses to look at her.

Why couldn’t everything have been easier? Why did they have to get themselves thrust into all of this moon bullshit? Why them? All Imogen wants, all Imogen has ever wanted since she met Laudna, was a simple life with her. (Yeah, she was fantasizing about moving away from Gelvaan and having a life with Laudna after one conversation. Sue her). Why do they need to have all of these monumental, world-ending obstacles in the way of that?

“We haven’t really talked about anything since Whitestone,” Imogen finally says to get the conversation going, and once she starts talking she finds it hard to stop. “And so much has been goin’ on since then, and- and, I’m not sure if I’ve even dealt with everything that happened there, and it feels like more is happenin’ and it’s not gonna stop and we’re not talkin’ about any of it and if we keep goin’ on this way then-.” She has to stop, her voice going higher and faster and breaking at the end. Because what is going to happen if they keep bottling everything inside?

“Imogen…” Laudna says sadly, finally looking at her. She reaches forward to brush away a tear that Imogen didn’t realize had broken past her emotional barriers. So many barriers she has. “I guess I… I didn’t realize...”

Does the silence not eat her up inside the way it does Imogen?

Of course not. Laudna made peace with loneliness a long time ago. She has Paté, Sashimi. Her new doll. Delilah, as much as Imogen loathes to admit it. Who does Imogen have besides Laudna? Who is Imogen without Laudna?

“It seems like you’ve been avoidin’ me. Ever since…” Ever since she said she’s disgusted by the thought of Delilah watching them. But she can’t say it out loud again. “I just need you to talk to me, Laudna.”

Laudna pulls back, returns her focus to the grass, pulls a handful of the magically preserved blades from the soil. “I don’t know what there is to say…”

But Imogen knows Laudna. She sees the way she bites at the inside of her cheek, the way there is something that she’s not saying.

“Are you upset, because of what I said durin’ the honesty exercise? About– about Delilah?” Imogen doesn’t miss the miniscule wince that Laudna does at the name. That’s all the response she gives, though. She pulls another handful of grass.

“We can’t get anywhere if you won’t talk to me, Laudna,” Imogen continues, looking up towards the jagged, rocky, beautiful ceiling to stop her tears from being able to fall.

“I don’t want you to be disgusted with me,” Laudna finally says, but it’s so quiet that Imogen can hardly make it out. “If I’m not near you, then… then there’s nothing to be disgusted at.”

“Laudna.” She needs to make Laudna understand. Neither of them move, Imogen looking at Laudna and Laudna looking at the ground. “Baby, please look at me.”

She finally does, and there are dark tears running down her face. Imogen grabs at her own sleeve and uses it to carefully wipe Laudna’s face clean.

“No, stop, you’ll get your dress dirty,” Laudna objects, lifting a hand to try to stop her. Imogen ignores her protests, then wicks away the dark stains with prestidigitation. She keeps her hands where they are, cradling Laudna’s face, brushing back the hairs that have fallen forward.

“You could never disgust me, Laudna.” Imogen tries to push past the tears and the hurt, and put as much earnestness in her words as she can. “I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anythin’ in my life. Nothin’s gonna change that, alright? Not even her.”

Laudna nods, but stays quiet.

“I’m sorry I made it sound like it was something that was your fault. I know it’s not.” Imogen lets her hands fall from Laudna’s face. She can’t tell how much she’s getting through to Laudna.

“I just… I don’t want you to have to feel that way…”

“I love you more than I hate her. Whatever I feel about Delilah, it’s worth it if I get to be with you.” She reaches for Laudna’s hand, grateful when she lets her take it. “And at the end of all of this- this bullshit, we’ll find a way to get rid of her, and it won’t be a problem anymore. It’ll be just you and me.”

“Just you and me,” Laudna nods. “And Paté.”

“And Paté,” Imogen agrees, and she doesn’t conceal her smile. “Just pick a place, and that’s where we’ll go when this is all done. Wherever you want.”

For the first time in Imogen doesn’t know how long, Laudna cracks a smile. “Anywhere I want?”

Oh, Imogen thinks she might regret this. She doesn’t care, though, as long as it keeps Laudna happy. “Anywhere.”

#imodna #critical role #imogen temult #laudna #fic request

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thisisnotthenerd · 5 months

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great episode. this feels like it's bell's hells' bard's lament.

ashton's apologies and self-reflection. the shard rejection, the parental parallels, the clearly low charisma apologies, all of it.

fcg saying fuck but also i think leaning on some things they learned from their time apart.

imogen trying to hold it together and being the spokesperson even as she's worried about laudna.

fearne's outburst was so good. and then the convo with chet and the matron temple visit? excellent.

chetney was the other source of leadership today. when it comes down to it, the party looks to imogen for general direction, but chet's guiding from the middle of the pack.

laudna regressing in the woods. while i don't like delilah, i appreciate the backstory engagement and the fact that the shard is introducing conflict.

orym doing push ups. we have to wait a good couple of weeks before we get to orym's side of the picture, but i'm hoping it's good.

and back to the feywild we go! really a chance to open up possibilities here--exploring fearne's past a bit more, the team building, someone who could root out delilah and is perfectly capable of making warlock contracts, and bringing allura along with. truly a strange group of people.

#critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #critical role speculation

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killertoons · 1 year

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I made a chibi of my OC Delilah and... definitely realized her og skin tone was not very good😬😬😬

I wanna do the rest of the crew too, so expect more cute Chibis!

#art graveyard #artist of tumblr #delilah temple #ocs #original character #hiJinx #Hijinx #kawaii chibi #chibi doodles #chibi

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 2 months

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i, uh, wrote a VERY quick and VERY unedited thing. so here ya go because the ncis/tiva/team family feels brain rot never goes away apparently 🤷🏼‍♀️

i can’t stop thinking about my own experiences at furnerals and how sometimes, despite the grief, they can be fun. when you get to see friends and family that you haven’t seen in a while, when you know the person who’s died would want to be celebrated and have people laugh and smile and tell stories. the way ducky would want his funeral to be.

i can see it so clearly - the adults alternating between laughing and crying and telling all of their favorite ducky stories. the kids (mcgee twins are about seven, victoria about eight, and tali around ten, if my shoddy math is correct) all becoming inseparable since they’re they only kids there really. they facetime a lot so they know each other but this is the first time they’ve gotten to hang out really.

tali is the ringleader, the oldest, channeling all of her dinozzo charm. victoria, her fast best friend in the way only kids can really become friends. johnny and morgan, tagging along. running around the venue with only a few admonishments about not running from ziva and delilah. mainlining shirley temples like it’s their job (this is what my cousins and i used to do, thinking we were so fancy with our bright red drinks and maraschino cherries)

the adults become the last people left in the venue - the new team and old - sitting in a circle telling stories. the men have lost their jackets and ties, shirts unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled up. “remember the time i got hemorrhagic fever on the ship?” tony will say and ziva will roll her eyes because “no, you didn’t, tony. it was a freckle.”

and mcgee will laugh because this is an argument he’s heard before. but the whole story about being on the chimera will get told because delilah and jess and nick and kasie and parker haven’t heard it.

jimmy will chime in with some of his favorite ducky stories and he and tim and tony and ziva will be talking over each other in their rush to help him tell the stories, laughing at each other in the way that speaks to their long history as family.

maybe someone will call gibbs and he’ll be on speakerphone, listening to the stories and the laughter. or maybe he’s at the funeral and sitting with vance, reminiscing.

the kids will get tired and crawl into their parents’ laps. tali curled against tony’s chest, victoria against jimmy’s. tim gets johnny and morgan will want to hang with aunt ziva because there’s some hero worship happening and it’s peaceful.

no one wants to go home, so they go to jimmy’s or maybe they go to ducky’s and the kids are all put in one room, piled in a bed because they begged for a sleepover like the night before where tali camped out with the mcgee twins in the living room. they’ll wake up on and off and wander into the living room where, as the night wears on, it’s just jimmy and the original three, the last ones standing. tony’s arm is around ziva’s shoulder and she holds jimmy’s hand. tony ruffles tim’s hair like an older brother and tim bats him away, smiling.

“i cannot believe he is gone,” ziva will murmur, voice cracking. they had just seen ducky when his book tour stopped in paris, had extended his time there so he could spend time getting to know tali, getting to get the “full david-dinozzo parisian experience” which included a lot of tony’s terrible french accent and laughter.

“feels like he should have lived forever,” tim says.

jimmy and tony share a smile, thinking about tony’s words in autopsy.

“he will,” jimmy reassures them, and then it’s quiet, just the people left behind and the people returned.

#ncis #tiva #ncis fanfiction

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SAMSON -- a poem by Bill Kochman Visit https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry/ to see more. To see other poems related to this one, go to: https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry/index.html#Bible-Stories You will find the story of Samson in the Book of Judges, chapters 13 to 16. Article: "The Battle is Not Yours Alone!": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/battle-1.html Article: "The Lord Will Lift You Up": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/liftup-1.html "Our Spiritual Warfare" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse080.html "God Chooses Weak Things" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse487.html "Be Steadfast in the Faith" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse158.html "Be Strong in the Lord" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse330.html "Don't Faint in Your Minds" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse360.html "Resist the Devil" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse362.html "Stand Fast in the Faith" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse120.html Article: "He Who Fights and Runs Away: Choose Your Battles Wisely": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/He-Who-Fights-And-Runs-Away-1.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/samson-a-poem-by-bill-kochman/?feed_id=143411&SAMSON%20--%20a%20poem%20by%20Bill%20Kochman

#All_Posts #Bills_Poetry #bill_kochman #bills_bible_basics #christian #dagon #delilah #original #philistines #poem #poems #poetry #samson #temple

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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“Something’s up with you, and I’m not letting you go until you tell me what it is.”

- Love

“Something’s up with you, and I’m not letting you go until you tell me what it is.”

Bracing yourself, you opened the front door and stepped inside. The aroma of cooked food greeted you first. The familiarity of it once soothed you. It once reminded you of everything you had. Of the life so many people would kill for. But now... It made your stomach twist into knots.

Pushing down the urge to bolt out the door, you instead closed it and set your keys down, hearing the sound of footsteps drawing near. You looked up and cleared your throat as your fiancée approached you, a wide smile on her painted lips. She enveloped you in a hug, head nuzzling into your chest before she leaned back.

"How was work?" She asked, hands grabbing onto your arms and gently squeezing. "I tried calling but you didn't answer."

"I had low battery." You responded with a light shrug. "I didn't want to waste it in case of an emergency." You added, giving her temple a quick peck and walking past her, eyeing the food on the table. "Work was fine."

"Good! I hope you're not too tired. I made your favorite." Love giggled and clasped her hands together, moving to stand beside you.

"Looks amazing, sweetheart." You breathed. Love turned her head toward you, brows furrowing. She placed a hand on your arm again and frowned.

"Are you okay? You don't seem like yourself." Instinctively, she raised her hand and pressed the back of her hand to your forehead. You forced a chuckle and leaned away from her touch.

"I'm fine, Love. I'm just tired, I guess."

"You sure?" You nodded and sat down, motioning for her to do the same. Love stared at you for a moment longer, slowly taking her seat across from you.

You pushed the food into your mouth, staring down at the plate in an attempt to avoid further conversation. Love quietly ate, her eyes never leaving your face. Any other day, the room would've been filled with chatter and laughter. Talking about the wedding had become Love's favorite subject, even with her mother interjecting some of her plans with ideas of her own. It had been your favorite subject once. Thinking about it now made you nauseous.

"Okay, (Y/N)," Love sighed, setting her fork down. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You answered and rose from your seat, praying the food would stay down. You picked up the plate and headed into the kitchen, groaning internally when the sound of a chair scraping against wood reached your ears.

"Something’s up with you, and I’m not letting you go until you tell me what it is." Love announced, crossing her arms and standing in the doorway, blocking the way out and keeping you in the kitchen. You silently washed your dish and utensils, setting the plate down to dry and wordlessly turning toward Love.

"You remember Delilah, right? My ex-girlfriend? You met her once." Love frowned at the mention of her but she nodded.

"You know how she's been missing for a couple months now... Well, I ran into Will Bettelheim the other day and he had some interesting things to say about it. Said he liked me and didn't want to see me hurt so he warned me."

"What'd he tell you?" Love questioned softly, taking slow steps forward. You swallowed and pressed your hip against the knife cabinet.

"You killed her, Love."

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Chapter Twenty-Five

good•bye

used to express good wishes when parting or at the end of a conversation.

But where is the "good" in "goodbye"? What can possibly be good about leaving the man you love for months, unable to see, feel, smell, and bug Matthew for approximately 130 days.

Meet me at the park at 2.

You smile at Matthew's text, wondering what type of surprise he has for you. Your flight leaves at 6 today, and it's currently 1:42.

You're already dressed, sort of, in a white crop top and black jeans, so you throw on a light purple cardigan and slip into your white high top converse and head out of your door. Everything is packed except a few essentials you left out in case you need them for the rest of the day.

I'm at the park. Where are you?

You text.

"Turn around loser," Matthew's voice says and you laugh, turning to face him.

"Why hello to you too."

"Hi, beautiful." He pulls you in for a kiss.

"So why are we here?"

"We're going to take a walk and imprint this place on your brain so you don't forget the three dates we've had here."

"Matthew, I'm going for a few months, not ten years."

"I know. I needed an excuse to take you to the park. It's so much prettier at sunset, but we don't have that luxury."

You sigh softly and grab his hand, walking along the trail. "You're cute."

"I am aren't I?" Matthew smiles.

"Humble too!" You laugh.

"I'm the whole package," he jokes.

"You really are," you smile up at him.

He squeezes your hand. "So I think I deserve a hot picture of you in your hotel shower when you get to London."

"And you've ruined it."

"I'm kidding," he smiles, kissing your temple.

Kids playing and trees standing tall, providing shade pass by your line of vision as you two continue to walk. "So you know how Spencer took Delilah to the lake to get a break from work?"

You nod, a grin forming on your lips. "Are you taking me to the lake?"

"Yeahh. There's this nice, not entirely gross lake outside of the city."

He leads you to your car since he took a cab here. He gives you the directions and you drive there. By the time you're there, it's 3pm.

When you get out of the car, you're greeted with his hand in yours again.

"It's nice and quiet out here," you smile up at Matthew.

"Yeah, I used to come out here with some friends whenever I was in LA." Matthew doesn't live in California, but he's practically here all the time. He still lives in Nevada, but stays in LA when filming here. Which is why he's always at your place instead of you going to his.

You pick up a rock and throw it into the water, watching it skip a few times.

"Show off."

"What, you can't skip rocks?"

He picks up one for himself and throws it. It plops in immediately. You laugh.

"We're done, you're mean."

"Oh yeah? Here I'll show you." You grab a rock and place it in his hand, standing behind him ready to guide his wrist.

"It's not about throwing it, babe. You've got to flick your wrist and gently release."

He does as he's directed and it skips once.

"Hey, there ya go!"

"I'd rather throw something else in the water."

"Like what?"

He starts toward you and you run. "No sir! You cannot."

"But I can." He grabs you by wrapping his arms around your torso and runs into the water with you.

"Now i'll have to shower before the flight!"

"Y/n, live a little."

You hit his arm and he pouts. "You're fine."

He swims around a bit, clothes slowly him down. He stands up and offers his arms out to you, doing grabby hands.

"I can't reach over there."

"What, they don't have pools in Pennsylvania? You seem too prissy for the lakes."

You roll your eyes. "You're an ass." You swim over to him, having to keep your legs kicking.

He uses his hands to move some hair out of your face. "You love my ass."

"Maybe."

He smiles and pulls you closer. You swim around for a bit.

"We can get out, it's sort of cold. I have a jacket in the back seat."

You nod, following him out of the lake. He grabs the jacket and wraps it around you. You sit down, him sitting slightly behind you and throwing an arm over your shoulders. "Okay it wasn't horrible."

"I know," he smiles.

As you start to dry off, you know you need to leave soon. You have about two hours and twenty minutes until your flight leaves.

Matthew plays with your hair. "I like the little curlies." He twirls your waves in his hand.

A grin forms on your face. "You're cute."

"You're cute," he kisses your temple. "C'mon, darling, let's get you cleaned up." He stands up, helping you up afterwards.

He drives you back to your apartment and waits on the couch as you get into the shower. The smell of your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and soaps fill your senses as you clean the lake water off of your body.

"Hey I have a question?" Matthew comes into the bathroom. "Can I join you really quick, I'm leaving for Vegas today and I don't want to be all lakey in the car for 4 hours."

You giggle. "Yes of course." You hear him move around a bit before he steps in under the water. You're almost done, but don't mind staying in longer.

He washes his wavy brown locks, not caring that he'll smell like girly shampoo. He's done with his hair quickly.

"Here let me," you say and grab your body wash. "You're going to smell so good with pink blossom!"

He chuckles as you start to wash his shoulders, moving the luffa in circles. The bubbles form on his body. You go to his chest, then his back, then his tummy, the back of his legs. You're practically on your knees as you wash the front of his legs. You look up at him with an evil smile and lick the tip of his length.

"Y/n," he breathes. You stand back up to rinse him off. "You're evil."

"I know," you shrug and give him a kiss. "Just think it'll be so much worse teasing from over 5,000 miles away."

"I don't doubt it," he pulls you in and kisses you.

You turn the water off, stepping out and grabbing two towels. You hand one to him and as he tries off, you change clothes in your room. You change into black joggers, a red crop top, and a light jacket over it. You slip on your black converse and leave your white ones to dry in the bathroom. While Matthew changes into a pair of clothes he'd left over, you back up every essential you needed after adding product to your hair.

Now that you're entirely packed, it feels more real. You meet Matthew on the couch, knowing you have to leave for the airport in twenty minutes.

You've already said your goodbyes to all of your friends, and also your family on the phone. You obviously saved Matthew for last.

You call an uber to take you to the airport, she's going to drop Matthew off at the hotel afterwards. He helps you carry your things to the uber.

You sit in the back, holding hands, as she drives to the airport. You're arriving about thirty minutes earlier than the flight.

"Here we are," she says, parking the car.

You try to hand her money, and Matthew says he's got it. He gets out to help you with your bags. You wrap your arms around him immediately after setting your bags down. You feel tears pricking at your eyes. A few cameras are filming and taking pictures, but you don't care.

He hugs you tightly, kissing the top of your head. "So this is it," he pulls away.

"Yep," you sigh.

"Call me when you land, okay? I don't care what time it is."

You nod, wiping away a tear.

"I love you."

"I love you, Matthew."

He presses his lips to yours, and the kiss seems like it was only a second, but it was definitely more. You trail your hand down his arm then to his hand snd squeeze it as you pick up your bags.

"Don't say goodbye. Say see you later."

"See you later, Y/n."

"See you later."

And with that, you wheel your suitcase and carry your carry on into the doors of the airport. You look back for a second before going to check in.

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You're seated in a window seat, looking out at the clouds around you. The flight will be over 11 hours which you're sure as hell not excited for. You listen to an audio book as you lean your head against the seat.

Your family decided they would pay your apartment's rent while you're gone, and you could pay them back. When you return to California, your lease will be almost up anyway.

About six hours into the flight the little girl next to you taps your leg. "Hi."

You laugh softly. "Hello."

"Do you gotta boyfriend? I got a boyfriend. His name is Benjamin. I call him Benji."

You smile, chuckling. "Well, I'm happy for you. I do have a boyfriend, yes."

"Do you lovvveeeee him?"

"I do," you smile.

"I love Benji even though he's a whole five months younger."

"Five months isn't so bad. But remember, boys mature slowly than girls, so he may be a pain."

She looks a bit confused but giggles.

"Sorry, she's talkative," her mom says.

"It's okay," you smile and lean your head back down.

Images of Matthew swirl in your head as you get closer to landing. And by the time you actually do, it's 1pm in London, but your body still thinks it's 7am.

You wake up slowly as the little girl nudges you with her elbow. You yawn big and and rub your eyes, taking out your earbuds.

It's 1pm, what the fuck.

You text Matthew. He's definitely still asleep right now.

You get off the plane and by the time you're settled into your hotel, which the producers paid for, it's 3pm.

Haha. Jet lag bites. Good morning- afternoon. I love you.

I love you too. I'm going to take a nap.

The cool England air hits you as you stand, holding your arm out to hail a taxi. One finally pulls over and picks you up. You give him the address of the hotel, and he starts the drive.

You look out of the window, watching buildings and people fly past you. It's weird to be on the left side of the back seat and not be behind the driver.

"You new to the city?" The guy asks, looking in the mirror to see you watching the city pass your vision. His accent is pretty strong.

"Yes," you chuckle slightly. "Is it that obvious?"

"Well with the thick American accent and the wandering eyes of a tourist, yes."

You smile, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I've never been outside of the States before, so this is a whole new planet for me."

"I hope it finds you well," he said, pulling into the parking lot of the hotel.

"Thank you," you smile, "I haven't had the chance to convert my cash yet."

"That's okay, I can do it."

You pay the taxi driver and get you and your things out of the car. You walk into the doors of the hotel.

"Hi, I have a room reserved already."

"Name?"

"Y/n Y/L/N. It should be paid for under the name of Jason Kane."

"Ah yes, you are reserved for four months in room 7b." The desk lady hands you your key.

"Thank you."

"Have a nice stay, I'll be here every day 8am to 10pm if you need anything, and James is our overnight clerk."

You nod your head and wheel your suitcase to the elevator.

"Hi," a woman in the elevator says as you step in.

"Hi," you smile.

"First time here?" she asks with a pretty British accent. Her blonde hair flows down to the middle of her back, soft curls intertwining with one another.

"Damn, I really make it obvious don't I?"

She laughs softly. "We Brits know how to sniff out newbies."

The elevator stops on the second floor of rooms (really the third floor), and it opens for you. "Well, this is me."

"See you around, American."

You smile, shaking your head and go to the seventh room. You swipe the keycard under the door handle and it unlocks.

The executive producer, Jason really knows how to pick hotels. The room is pretty spacious. The queen size bed with beige bedding sits in the middle of the room, night stands on either side. There's a white, two cushioned couch up against the wall furthest from the door and a wood dresser across from the bed stained dark brown with a tv on top of it. A small closet is next to the dresser, and on the other side a counter with a coffee pot and sugar packets. The restroom door is adjacent from the entrance and exit door. The counter is roomy, the sink resting in the middle. There's a few skin care items next to the soap. The shower is a walk in, the sliding glass door blurry and barely see through.

You begin to unpack, folding your clothes neatly into the dresser and hanging up the fancier ones in the closet. You put away all of your toiletries into the bathroom then plop on the bed after spraying a good coat of Lysol.

Tomorrow morning, you're to meet the cast and crew and have a table read for about an hour. Excitement and hits of nerves flutter in your stomach as you stare up at the ceiling. This will be your life until the beginning of July.

The sun begins to fade outside, the light inside your room dimming. A rumble sounds from the clouds above, rain beginning to drizzle, hitting against the window creating soft pounding sounds.

As your eyes begin to grow heavy, you're hit with a sudden realization that you'll have to sleep alone for some time. A semi harsh wave of loneliness hits you as the world around you fades into dreams.

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