#don’t even get me started on the fact that you build a dream family home in this game too.

[nolongerapileofashprobably]

Okay so my genuine thoughts on the final scenes of Totk

So having Link go through the final ‘dungeon’ and wind up exactly where we started the game, with those rocks we ACHED to break bc it was instinct, only to get that satisfaction after EVERYTHING and to see that Zelda’s fate was foretold millennia ago. Turning into a dragon WAS her only choice. And for good reason.

Ganondorf’s fight. WOW. That was genuinely so beautifully done. He ALSO dodges how Link does. To have Ganondorf dodge something, the entire action moving in slow motion, only to then have LINK do the same the next move?? Poetic cinema people. And the champions arriving 🥹 only to then have them all fucking thrown to the side when he takes in his doubles to regain his own strength? Absolutely insane and hands down my favorite boss fight in the entirety of the Zelda series. Yeah. That’s how much I enjoyed it as a player.

Can we also just talk about how concerned everyone got and how they yelled his name when he was taken from the underground??

And THEN the final fight with Ganondorf swallowing a secret stone and becoming a dragon. It brings Zelda’s sacrifice to light. She did it out of selflessness and love. He did it out of selfishness and hatred. GOD do I love characters that juxtapose each other. Zelda is a girl who was given the responsibility of a power she never wanted while Ganondorf is a megalomaniac who sought the destruction of peace because of his own selfish desires. Seeing the difference between them in that final fight as two dragons… it was EVERYTHING.

Zelda’s dragon form was tiny compared to Ganondorf’s dragon form. She protects. He attacks.

It’s so beautiful to see how Zelda, who isn’t mentally awake, first instinct are to save Link. She quickly maneuvers so she can not only juke out Ganondorf, but also then save Link who was flung into the air in the process. Link clutching onto her dragon fur? Or whatever?? And understanding that while the sages are all still underground, he is not alone in the sky. She’s going to be by his side this entire time.

For someone who was alone the majority of the last game… this was so fucking emotional and beautiful to see.

Them lowkey explaining calamity Ganon by also using dragons this game was a really nice consistency touch btw I was digging how focal dragons were to the entire game this time around.

And then the final bit. That SCENE. Rauru and Sonia channeling their power through Link, who was incredibly confused before he realized what they must be doing, and got SO determined. Turning Zelda back and even getting his own hand back in the process??? Insane to see. Zelda was so so loved by Rauru and Sonia despite only spending a short amount of time with them. And that just makes my heart hurt when we consider what actually happened.

And when Link falls unconscious, which is completely logical when you think about the fight he just went through, the altitude he was at, and channeling enough magic that it reversed the effects of an all powerful secret stone???? Yo he went through a LOT!

And he wakes up, already on the alert bc man is freefallin only to then realize that Zelda is back and she’s also falling. And she’ll hit the ground a lot sooner than he would at the rate they’re going.

Link couldn’t reach Zelda in the beginning of this entire thing. But this time? This time he not only reaches her hand, but he pulls her in close, shields her head as best as he can, and prepares them to hit the water. Once they do, he carries her out of the water. Gentle, oh so gently, laying her down and kneels over her as she begins to wake up.

And one of the first thing Zelda does as she wakes up is to take him in and looks him over to see if HE’S hurt. Just like she did in the beginning of the game. And everything click. They won. He defeated Ganondorf and she was granted the impossible by Rauru and Sonia to turn back into a human.

And Zelda IMMEDIATELY rambles on about everything. About how much has happened. How much she has to tell him.

And finally. Finally. She looks at him and smiles so fucking gently that it drives me INSANE with how much she obviously adores him, and says, “I’m home, Link. I’m home.”

Because home is right there. Right by his side. In this Hyrule that they’ve been rebuilding together. The one they lived the past half decade ish together in a house Link bought and traveled across Hyrule no matter what the issue was. In the Hyrule where she is so beloved by everyone.

Zelda is home.

#and if that doesn’t make you SOB then I don’t know what will #this was an absolutely insane game and I’ve still got so much to do #don’t even get me started on the fact that you build a dream family home in this game too. #like. that tells us SO MUCH #they’re in love your honor #botw zelink #zelink #totk zelink #totk spoilers #loz totk spoilers #loz tears of the kingdom spoilers

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of March. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Bloodsucker | Not Rated | 1,738 words

Harry and Louis’ passionate night takes a violent turn.

2) Hell Is A Teenage Boy | Explicit | 1,970 words

In the quiet suburbs of Roswell, the Tomlinson family has new neighbors: Harry and Alice Styles, a lovely and happy couple. Where Louis, a hopeless rebel fell for the man in the suit. Of course, he can't forget his pretty model wife holding his arm. Simple details.

3) Sweet But Psycho Only For You | Mature | 2,728 words

Finding your forever person is something that many dream to do. For some it takes longer than others and the trials it takes to get to that person can be overwhelming. For Harry it was simple. He didn’t have to relive a Shakespearean play or over exaggerated drama to find his love. He met his person at a corner store at 3am yelling at a clerk over cereal and instantly fell in love. It was all so simple. They dated, fought, fucked, moved in together. Oh, so simple. Until it wasn’t.

4) Blue Yarn | Explicit | 2,875 words

Louis was on his hands and knees on their bed, in nothing but the blue jumper Harry had knitted him, arching his back beautifully, fucking himself on… And Harry had to take one step closer before he realized that, outside of Louis’ bum, the end of his thickest knitting needle was poking out. Holy fucking shit. Louis was fucking himself on Harry's knitting needle.

5) To Make a Home Where There Is None | Mature | 3,907 words

Harry shows up and doesn't want to leave. Louis doesn't mind too much.

6) Your Hand In My Hand, So Still And Discreet | Explicit | 4,513 words

“It was about how cold he was under me. How still. It was knowing that even if he had died, even if he was already dead, he would still be mine.” Louis thought he knew each one of his boyfriend’s stories, secrets, and kinks. Turns out Harry was keeping a crucial one hidden away.

7) Haze On The Horizon | Explicit | 6,397 words

“— Louis?” He couldn’t speak. He should hang up. He should’ve never called. His breaths were building into a staccato. “…baby? Are you doing alright? Talk to me, please.” Harry sounded so concerned, and it was quickly weakening his defences. No. No, he wouldn’t. No- “Omega,” Harry called, voice low and just shy of his alpha voice, even through the phone, and Louis just… Louis broke. “I miss you! I-” he cried out, an agonising crack in his voice, a loud sob being ripped from him. “— I need you!” Louis sniffled harshly, slumping, before admitting, quieter, “I need you.” Louis finds himself unexpectedly going into soft heat. Which would’ve been fine, except he is hundreds of miles away from his alpha, Harry, and he needs him. They make it work.

8) Pour Some Sugar (Wax) On Me | Explicit | 11,213 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

“Okay, so I just need you to hug your legs to your chest for me, and we can get started.” Swallowing past the lump that has lodged in his throat, Louis reaches down and grabs his shins, hugging his legs up to his chest, effectively putting his bare asshole, taint, and balls on display.

9) The Room Thief | Not Rated | 12,321 words

Louis: Can I come over? Need your help. Niall: Did someone die? I don’t need to help you bury a body do I? Wait, did you behead one of your alpha flatmates? I hope it was the one that smells like cherries. That is such a weird scent for an alpha. It’s disturbing. And I can’t even smell it. Louis: I’ve just been kicked out. Can I crash on your couch? Niall: Zayn’s in class. I’m here so get over here NOW. Louis: Thanks mate. Gonna pack a few things and will head over. Be there in about a half hour.

10) I Dig Your Cinema | Explicit | 12,930 words

It wasn’t that Louis didn’t want to see Harry’s latest film; it was a tragically pathetic fact that Louis had watched every single show and film, every interview, every red carpet that Harry had done since his ex-boyfriend had decided to leave Uni in the second year and pursue an acting career. It's just that he wanted to watch it on his own, in his flat, with a soft blanket, beer, ice cream, and a large box of tissues.

11) I'll Look After You | Mature | 15,471 words

I mean, when Harry inherited his late uncle's hybrid, he didn't necessarily expect this... Where Louis is a nice hybrid cat who's never lived with anyone but an old man, and who discovers the freedom of living with Harry...

12) I Don’t Want You | Mature | 35,941 words

Louis never wanted to be an omega. He didn’t want to end up like his mother- a submissive omega that married his father in an arranged marriage, and is now living her life as a baby making machine, and a trophy wife who can never voice her opinion- Louis was never the quiet type, he always said exactly what he thought. But life has a funny way of fucking him over and Louis finds himself forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only Harry styles.

13) Hiding Green Smiles | Explicit | 45,227 words

Louis’ heart is racing in his chest. The idea of temporary bonding—letting Harry bite down right on that spot without it being a real bond—makes his mouth go dry. He didn’t even know something like this existed! His mind fills with all the possibilities and questions. What’s it going to feel like? How will it affect his orgasms? How will it affect Harry’s knot? What parts of a bond does it simulate? When Louis goes with Liam to a hidden sex shop, he discovers a new sex toy, the BiteMat, and he can't believe his luck. He loves being bitten, has a biting kink, even, and now he can be bitten over his bonding spot without the fear of anything permanent. He hastily buys it to try with Harry, his friend and roommate, and his regular heat/rut partner for the last eighteen months. They've been friends-with-benefits outside heat or rut for eight months now, and Louis' been desperately in love with Harry for at least five of those months.

14) A Match Into Water | Not Rated | 68,756 words

“So, who’s the guy?” Louis startled at the question, immediately locking his phone and dropping it onto the beanbag cushion below him. This was a topic he desperately wanted to avoid with his friends, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. That didn’t mean he would try to avoid it though. “What guy?” He rushed out, looking at Liza with a dumbfounded expression, trying his best to avoid Niall and Jeremy clearly sharing a knowing look. “You’ve been on your phone nonstop, you’re never on your phone while working. Not to mention, you’re smiling at your phone like a nutter,” Niall pipes up, grinning at him facetiously.

15) I Would Rather Go Blind | Mature | 79,150 words

"What are you doing here, Harry?" Louis asked with confidence, his gaze briefly flickering to Harry's plump lips, a momentary hint of desire flickering in his eyes. "I…" Harry's voice caught in his throat as Louis' gaze travelled downward, coming to rest on his chest. Without hesitation, Louis raised his hands from the desk, bringing them to Harry's chest, helping him button the one he had missed. When he attempted to pull away, Harry's hand shot out and gripped at his wrist. "You're shaking," Louis observed, his eyes shifting to their joined hands before returning to meet Harry's gaze, unwavering. "It's…" Harry cleared his throat. "It's you. You make me… I don't know what is happening to me." "What do you feel?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "It's… warm," he began, shyly bringing Louis' hand against the centre of his chest over his shirt. "Here." His hand slid down to his stomach, their eyes locked in a powerful gaze. "And here." They remained silent for a moment, both captivated by the intensity of their connection. "Every time you're near me."

16) As Sweet As You Are | Mature | 87,394 words

Note: This fic was deleted and has now been reuploaded.

"Do you not have something more expensive?" The alpha gives him a weird look, resting his hands on the table. "Definitely not something the cost of that shade of blue that are your eyes," he responds effortlessly. "Why is a male omega on his own out in the middle of the woods at this time of night?" Harry speaks, staring intensely at the prince, smirk lingering on his face. "Your kind is rather rare. You should be more careful. There are a lot of rogue alphas around that won't blink until they've knotted and bred you up." The blue eyed omega swallows, shuffling in his seat awkwardly and looking anywhere but the alpha before him. "I ran away from home," Louis admits, occupying himself by taking a sip of the lager instead of thinking about the fact that the alpha hasn't yet taken his eyes off him. "My parents want me to marry someone I do not want to marry, so I ran."

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Ultimatum | Part three

Summary: You give Charles an ultimatum. His apartment or you.  

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You decided to leave Monaco. You can’t take all the pressure your friends put on you to talk to Charles. You don’t want to see him, talk or even think of him. That’s why you left. Your maternal grandmother has a house in the South West of France. Away from all the hustle and bustle of Monaco and away from him. You never talk about the existence of this house to anyone, so you hope to find calm and serenity there.

You rushed out during the night with two large suitcases, several travel bags and all the necessary documents for your extended stay there. You drove all night, and it was only at sunrise that you reached the house. It’s a small country house on the border with Spain. The smell of the Atlantic Ocean has always done you good, and returning to the holiday home of your childhood allows memories to resurface.

Charles came back from Paris. He tried to get in touch with you, but you blocked all communication with him. In fact, you blocked his entire family and any relative who could give him any kind of information. After the video, you didn’t know what to think or say. But you promise yourself that you won't fall for his stupid game again. 

You spend the night after you see the video arguing with him.

“What did I do to you? What did I do to you?” You yell at him on the phone. 

“Nothing.” He says, defeated. 

“D’accord, donc t’es une merde!” You assert by cutting communication. Okay, so you’re a piece of shit.

Your seven-month-old tummy keeps you from fixing the house as you wish, but you make a mental note to get there. You don’t want to contact anyone because you don’t want to tell Charles. You blame yourself for cutting him out of your life this way, but he hurt you, and you don’t want your baby to be born in this atmosphere.

You want a loving and welcoming home for that little being you’ve been keeping warm all this time.

“You’re going to be so loved, baby, even if dad an asshole. I am going to make sure you have the best life.” 

He found out you were leaving only hours after you left. The janitor brought him into the building after hearing him bellowing for about 20 minutes for you to open up.

He is the one who informed Charles of your departure. You told him nothing, only that you would not return. Charles looks at him in disbelief, asking the see the apartment. He rushes inside only to find it empty of you. All your clothes, electronics, vinyl, and books are gone.

He went around several times, hoping it was a dream, a bad dream. Yet, you’re off to a good start. You made sure to leave Charles' things behind. All your photos, his clothes, jewelry, perfume, everything. 

He discovered the room you had prepared for your daughter. A beautiful room with a warm tone, neither feminine nor masculine. A perfect blend of colour and texture.

There is still the onesie you had prepared in the cradle with a small cap, tiny socks, and some comforters surrounding the bed. Tears rise in his eyes, and he bursts into tears taking the clothes in his hands.

“J’ai merdé. J’ai tellement merdé.” he cries out. I fucked up. I fucked up hard. 

Charles knows you found out about the video. It wasn’t hard to know because when he went out of the bathroom with that girl, one of your best friends was waiting for him. She’s staring at him like hell, threatening to make him miserable for making you suffer, and she yells at him to never talk to her again.

He came to your apartment that night. Looking completely distraught and determined. He knocked on your door several times before you came to open it, pissed.

"I warn you if you slam the door on me. I sleep on the doormat."

“Goodnight, then.”You slam the door violently without saying anything more.

And you left him there all night. He looked miserable the next day when Max came to dislodge him at your request. You didn’t call the police to avoid a scandal, but you didn’t want to deport him yourself.

You cried on the phone to Max so he could come and help you, knowing full well that Max would not let himself be stepped on by your boyfriend. And he pulled him out hard, forced him down the stairs and took it home. Large black pockets were present under Charles' eyes.

Christmas arrives, and Charles still has no news of you; where you are, how you are, how the baby is, nothing. Your friends don't have anything information either. Everyone is worried, and Charles is about to explode. Not knowing kills him more and more each day. And his family fills him with more and more crazy ideas.

For your part, you got your last ultrasound a few days before Christmas with a new doctor and your mom as your partner. You contacted your old doctor two weeks after you arrived. You had heartburn and pain in your lower abdomen, so he asked you what you did, and you explained briefly what happened. He advised you to rest for the rest of the pregnancy without going into too much detail. At least until the baby’s born in February.

For the holiday season, your parents came with your brother to give you a little help. To fix the house and prepare a new room for the baby. It feels good to have them near you. You missed your parents terribly.

You and your mom have been talking a lot about Charles' case, and you’re feeling more and more guilty about leaving, but ever since you got here. You feel more comfortable and less stressed. You have no desire to return to Monaco.

She, however, advised you to contact him. Tell him that you are well and that the baby is too because, after all, he is the father. You were frustrated with her words, but you knew deep down that she was right.

You didn’t find the courage to unblock his contact, but you still sent a message to his assistant, telling her that you were fine and the baby was fine too. You didn’t add anything more. Only you don’t want to see him anymore and need to think.

A little embarrassed you couldn’t talk to him, but you wanted to hurt him like he hurt you.

It was only on the morning of Christmas Eve, the 24th, that you received a notification from your lawyer.

To be continued... 

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Hey, Ralph.

I don’t know how to word this, but do you have any tips for learning to enjoy life again? I’m 24. Just graduated a couple months ago with a Masters. I feel stuck in my current job—not really liking the work anymore, not feeling fulfilled, not making a lot of money, not clicking with my boss. I do what my boss asks but I don’t feel supported by him and don’t see him as someone I can go to if I have a question or need help, which slows down my work. I also feel so much pressure from my parents to do well in my career. My relationship with my dad consists only of talk about my career/money and how I’m not where I need to be in life. He hates that I didn’t major/work in a STEM field or do business.

I don’t really have any interests either. I mean, I feel so burnt out from my education that I can’t even enjoy the things I used to anymore. I went straight from undergrad to masters and feel really burnt out from that. I used to love reading and writing but I can’t enjoy it without feeling like it’s an assignment. But I also find it hard to commit to learning new things now that I don’t have deadlines or guidance on it. I don’t really do much when I’m not working. And I find myself being more and more envious of friends who are having new experiences, getting prestigious jobs, and doing things I’m still afraid to do.

I hate living at home with my family and I fell into a really serious depression when I had to move home from campus at the start of the pandemic. Even though I’m an adult there are rules I have to follow. I can’t really go out or drink, and it’s pretty traditional for the whole family to live together so I feel like I’ll never be able to move out, even if I could afford it (which I’m not quite able to do yet). There’s no privacy and no peace. We can’t even get along yet no one can just move out. I feel so fucking suffocated sometimes.

I’m terrified of driving even though I have my license. I have serious social anxiety and only one friend. I find it hard to stick up for myself and am often seen as weak. I struggle to stay consistent in my search for a new job just because I’m terrified of rejection and of the interview process. I’ll start and stop but can just never stay committed. So I’m stuck.

I was in therapy but now that I graduated I no longer qualify for reduced price sessions. I also am not sure how much it really helped, but I guess I felt better when I had then vs not having them now.

Objectively, things aren’t that bad. I still have a job and savings and have somewhere to live and find joy in little things, like new music. And I’m so lucky to have a sister that is comfortable driving and takes me where I need to go. I also dream about a better life, and that makes me happy momentarily but that ends up making me sad when I begin to think how far away (or even impossible) that is for me. Seriously wishing I was a kid again.

I know you don’t know me and wouldn’t be able to fix/solve anything even if you did, but do you have any words of wisdom you can share for how to navigate tough times?

Oh anon - I'm sending you so much love. I'm sorry that you're . I'm particularly sorry about your Dad and your living situation - that is really hard.

What worries me about offering advice is it seems like your brain is using anything you could do to make your life better as something that you're failing at.

So my first bit of advice - is understand that the voice in your brain is not always telling you the truth.

For example, your brain seems to be telling you that you can only find a job if you commit to the process. That's not true. You don't have to stay committed to a job hunt to find a new job. A job hunt is much more like a lottery, than building up a particular muscle. Each application that you put in is a chance. The fact that you've put in 10 applications doesn't improve your chances on the 11th (guess how I know?). Every new job application is a new chance.

Unfortunately you can't know when the winning ticket will come up and rejection from jobs is horrific (or at least I've always found it so). Do what you can - don't set impossible standards.

Reading this - it seems to me that you're doing really well in difficult circumstances. Can you start by acknowledging that?

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One of the questions I have is - how much is a problem is it that you can't drive? It will really depend on where you live. In some places you can do what you fundamentally need - to do whether or not you can drive. In other places, driving is essential for independence and ability to do things. Even when it's perfectly possible to navigate the world without a car - driving can still feel like something you should be able to do. Can you unpack those feelings? Are there options to get where you want to go besides driving? In which case who cares if you can drive?

In terms of not feeling overwhelmed. I think it'd be good to consciously pick some aspects of your life that you're not working on. You can't find a new job, plan to move out, figure out how your driving anxiety and you driving can coexist and find a free therapist all at once. Start gentle. Aim to do one of those, sometimes, but make sure you don't do any of it at least one weekend a month.

It doesn't matter which one you pick - it really doesn't. It's the act of consciously not doing the others that matters.

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Another thing you could do is do things that are easy and do them badly. You say that you don't have the energy to learn new things. You seem to have a lot of gremlins in your brain that says you must be good at things for them to be worthwhile (not your fault).

I've done some drawing over the last few years - I'm definitely can't draw - I just do it sometimes and I feel my brain go 'I like this form of stimulation'. Or maybe buy a cheap craft kit aimed at children so you can make something (I've recently borrowed some lego off family members with children and made it and found that very satisfying). Don't push this - don't do things because you should - but think about doing something playful (google artists dates for other ideas)

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Finally, and this is my most concrete bit of advice - don't try to make friends - just try to do things with other people. Thinking about 'making friends' is to set yourself a task that you can't control. Make the thing you're trying to do as easy and achievable as possible.

For human contact when you're feeling isolated - the easiest thing is to go along to something that is already happening and happening regularly. This could be a class (anything that takes your fancy - as long as you won't try and be good at it), something that has some kind of purpose (plant trees or overthrow the government), or events like board game evenings. If you do something with other people regularly that will help your brain. You might make friends, or you might not, but adding things to your life (as an experiment - you don't have to stick at things you don't enjoy) is your best chance to find some joy.

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Some further advice that might help.

I recommend Captain Awkward - who has good advice about on what to do when it feels impossible to leave home and how to find people.

I also think Oliver Burkeman can be really good for burned out people who still want to make their life better.

Finally - it is really hard navigating this world. You are doing really well.

#I knew all the advice about how to find my people when I was in the UK #and only followed it intermittently #But when I did - the times when I went to things regularly with other people #that was good #Which is all to say - none of this is all or nothing #do what you can #and be kind to yourself

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𓅨 Fortuna: Chapter Eleven

Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.

Warnings: Angst, Gore, Death Mentions (From Previous Chapter) Panic Attacks.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Reader’s nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.

Word Count: ~3.7k

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“I seriously can’t believe you are still avoiding him,” Death said as you and she walked down a street in London. You aired out a huff under your breath and looked up at the buildings rising next to you. 

“I am not here to discuss my relationship with your brother, Teleute.” You uttered, your soft voice devoid of emotion. You stepped around a street vendor, your eyes glossing over the products in their cart. Death hummed at you and brushed her fingers across a planter box full of flowers. 

“Of course not, you’re here because you don’t know what to do, but what you do know, is that you don’t want Dream finding you. Perfectly logical.” Death spoke, leading you to a doorway. She entered and you followed, trying not to scowl at the truth of her words. You followed her through the building, up a winding staircase, and entered an apartment building. A woman was standing in the kitchen. She reminded you of an old grandmother, homely, always smiling, and often looking out for the younger generation. Her strings told you she had led a good life, a lucky one, 48 years married to her best friend, a stable job that paid well, and a large family. She never had children of her own but treated the college students that lived in the building as her own. 

“It’s my time to go?” The woman spoke. Death smiled at the woman and nodded. 

“Indeed it is, but you’ve had a good life, haven’t you?” Death said before gesturing towards the doorway of the flat. The old woman nodded and happily walked away, fading into the afterlife.

“The evidence I carry is more than enough for Morpheus to bring his wrath down on the mortals for a thousand years and that’s putting it lightly, even you should understand my reasons for trying to stay away.” You told Death, getting back to your earlier conversation. She started walking to the next appointment she had, you following behind her like the loyal friend you were. “You think after everything he went through, he needs the pain of that knowledge? Hasn’t he hurt enough already?” 

Death glanced back at you, her eyebrow raised. 

“He’s in pain not knowing what happened to you, Y/N.” She pointed out. “Believe me, I know my brother. He’s hurting more from not knowing what happened to you or where you are, than the fact that he spent 106 years in a glass cage.” You chewed your lip in indecision. 

“Then tell him I’m fine.” You stated as if it was obvious, crossing the street and wandering  through a building that you recognized as a memory care facility. Weaving through blank halls, you happened upon a room with nurses frantically working. Death did her job and turned back to you. 

“He’s not gonna take a simple ‘yes, Y/N’s fine’, Y/N. He’s gonna want to know what happened to you.” Death snorted, knowing perfectly well that Dream would take nothing but your physical presence in his, as an answer. “When my brother falls in love, he falls in love hard, fast, and stupidly. Brings a new meaning to ‘love makes you stupid’. Actually, I think he’s the one who invented it.” You made a face at her. “What I am saying, Y/N, is that my brother isn’t infatuated with you, he’s not besotted, or under your spell.” 

“Great, we’ve established that I haven’t gotten him under a spell and he tolerates me as a human… do you have a point?” You interjected with your jaw tense and your fingers twitching. Death turned to face you, grabbing your arm and swinging you around. You both had ended up in a small green space perhaps a few blocks from the memory care facility, you could feel the pull of bad luck near you. Someone was about to die. 

“Y/N, he’s in love with you.” She told you, her lips curved at the corner. “My brother is so in love with you he would tear the universe apart to find you. Probably will at this rate, he’s been everywhere lookin’ for you. With all that power he now has at his fingertips, I’m surprised he hasn’t found you.”

Guilt whispered its way through your veins and you looked away. Death narrowed her eyes.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“He’s the one that made me like this, Teleute,” You answered flatly. “If he didn’t want me to use my own powers against him, then he never should have allowed me the power to do so.” So you were actively using the power Dream had imbued within you, to hide from him. Smart, and clever… but why were you doing this to yourself and Dream, if the love you shared was so strong? Death’s eyebrows pinched together in concern and confusion.

“What happened that has you so spooked? Do you not love him as much as he loves you?” You bristled at the insinuation of your love for the Endless being so menial and insignificant. 

“Do not assume that my adoration for mi amor has dwindled in my lone captivity.” You returned with darkened eyes, your voice just short of a hiss. Death could see just how much the mere suggestion of your love fading for Dream had you bristling and on defense. No, the blazing ardor between you and Dream was still an inferno of inextinguishable adoration. Death almost wanted to laugh. Yes, you and Dream adored each other, and that hadn’t changed in the 95 years you had been apart. But you were filled with insecurities and something shimmered behind your eyes. Something that left you cracked. You had the eyes of a frightened prey animal ready to bolt at the nearest sign of danger. Something had slashed away at your Spanish fire and held your confidence hostage. 

“Then why are you hiding from him?” Death pointed out ever so softly. Your guilt stabbed over and over at your heart, and you dropped your gaze. 

“I was beaten almost every day for 95 years, Teleute,” You whispered, hot tears gathering quickly in your eyes. “What do you think will happen if he finds out?”

“It’s not if, my friend,” She corrected you. “It’s when, and believe me, he’s gonna find out. This isn’t something you are going to be able to hide from him.” You were damn well going to try. A shudder of pain and hurt rippled through your body. Death took your hand and gave it a firm squeeze. “You are hurting yourself, Y/N. Please, stop punishing yourself by staying away.” You pursed your lips as metal screeched and crunched. The muscle beneath your left eye twitched once more as the flow of fate reared its ugly head. 

“I believe you have an appointment to get to, Teleute.” You stated flatly, glancing at the wreckage of cars on a nearby street. There already were sirens piercing the air and people screaming. “They are awaiting—“ A new kind of shiver traveled up your spine, one you hadn’t felt in almost a century. Oh you knew that shiver, you knew that feeling. You stiffened in place with a soft gasp and twisted your head around, your eyes searching. It took you less than a second to fixate on what made your nerves tingle and fire. Your eyes connected with stars and the man they belonged to. Everything around you ceased to exist, but rather than feeling breathlessly happy…. anxiety and fear gripped you tight, and you started trembling. “I— I need to go.” 

Breaking free from Death, you ripped your gaze from that of Morpheus’s and fled, your bright red scarf flapping behind you. 

12 Hours Earlier

Hob was walking across his campus, thinking hard about how he was going to help both Dream and you. Dream was desperate to find you, you were avoiding him at all costs. The both of you were hurting and needed each other, but you, something had hurt you so deeply that you were running from the one you loved the most. Sighing, Hob ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. It was not going to be an easy task. 

“Professor Gadling?” Hob stopped walking and turned in place to see a woman approaching him. 

“Hello, yes, that’s me, can I help you?” The woman smiled. 

“You and I share an acquaintance, and I could use your help.” 

———————

Hob was starting to question his and Death’s plan to get you and Dream back together. For one, the last time he had angered Dream, he had almost lost his friendship with the Endless. Second? He really didn’t want to be on the goddess of luck, fortune, and fate’s, bad side. But the two of you really needed to talk to each other. You were hardly going to heal from your trauma if you refused to speak to anyone about it, and Dream? It was time that he stopped sulking about because you were hiding from him and Dream knew it. So walking towards the small park where Death had told Hob to lead Dream at 5:52 pm, Hob couldn’t help but continue to sneak looks at Dream. 

“What is it, Hob?” Dream asked, his voice quiet and low as usual. Hob stuffed his hand into his pockets and scrambled to answer, knowing that he couldn’t lie. 

“Are you sure you aren’t busy right now? You’ve been away from your realm for so long, are you not swamped with work?” Hob asked, glad that he had come up with a plausible question. Dream eyed his friend. 

“Given recent events, I have reevaluated how my realm is run,” He answered. “I do not need to do everything myself.” Dream tilted his head to the side, his mind wandering. “I also have certain priorities right now and finding Fortuna is most important.” 

“Must be some woman,” Hob commented as they crossed the street. They were less than a block away from the small park and right on time. Hob only hoped that you wouldn’t be too angry at learning that you had been set up. 

“Y/N has a strong constitution and morals, she is the woman you meet once within your lifetime. Even in mine.” 

“Y/N?” Hob repeated. Dream blinked. 

“Fortuna’s birth name when she was mortal,” Dream explained, pausing in front of a busy street. A small park was just beyond the other side. “Very few remember it save for those in her hometown of Rhonda.” 

“She’s from Rhonda? I’ve heard that’s a very beautiful city. Should probably visit it sometime, great history.” Dream hummed in agreement and the pair then crossed the street. Entering the park, Hob and Dream walked along the path for only a few moments before the Endless was frowning. Then Dream's eyes caught sight of his sister and froze in place at the sight. How many hours had he spent in the last week searching for his lover, little you, who had been taken from him so violently decades ago? It seemed like an endless task that produced no results because for some reason, you wanted to hide from him. Yet here you were, standing meters from him, speaking with his sister. 

You looked nothing like how you had when you first met. Your body was in a position of defense and the air around you shimmered with nervous energy. The hair Morpheus had spent so many dreams running his fingers over and through, was now styled short and pixie-like. The bones in your face were prominent with emaciation. You didn’t look anything like the proud Spanish immortal he had met 106 years ago. You were but a shell of your former self, gaunt and sheltered. Morpheus was only milliseconds away from surging forwards, striding across the park to take you in his arms… when your head twisted and your eyes met his. He expected happiness to fill your eyes, elation, hope, relief, any of those feelings… but that was not what filled your eyes and appeared on your face. You looked stricken with fear and instantly turned tail, muttering a quick word to Death before rapidly disappearing into the crowd of chaos behind you. 

What had just happened?

Dream immediately walked forward, taking long strides in the direction of his sister and where you had disappeared to. He couldn’t lose you again. Hob was at his heels, worrying about you. You had run with such fear and anxiety, something must be wrong. But the moment Dream moved to stride past his sister, his arm was grabbed and Death was stopping him from following you. 

“Dream, no,” Death warned her brother. Dream’s eyes snapped to his sisters, novas appeared in his irises and anger at being stopped filled his body. All around them the atmosphere grew cold and dark, and even the mortals were disturbed. Death stared him down firmly. “No.” Hob caught up, and Death nodded to him. “Will you see that she is alright?” Hob gave her a nod and hurried after you, knowing that you were most likely going to one place. 

“Death, you will explain this immediately,” Dream hissed at his sibling, his rage palpable and powers still affecting the Waking World. “What reason do you have for keeping me from my beloved!?” It was clear just how angry Dream was with Death, but he needed to understand just how precarious your emotions were at the moment. “You will—“

“Dream,” Death called sharply, cutting Dream off and placing her hands on his shoulders so he was forced to look at her rather than in the direction you had disappeared. Dream glared at his sister expectantly. “When Y/N was taken from you, she was moved to a place she only recently escaped from, and they were not kind to her.” 

Dream’s anger shifted from his sister to those who had mistreated you. The atmosphere around them still didn’t lift from dreary and desolate. Death looked down and sighed. 

“She is flighty and nervous right now, and neither Hob nor I can get her to talk about what transpired.”

“Which is why I should be—“ Death cut him off a second time. 

“Dream,” At Death’s stern call, now entirely serious. “Something happened to her in the last 95 years, and it is up to her if you are to know. Please, respect her wishes.” Dream’s jaw clicked as he clenched his teeth. “If I let you go, will you respect that? Will you respect her choices?” 

“You think I wish to ever cause harm or pain to my Tyche?” Dream rumbled, forcing his churning emotions to lessen so the Waking World and the mortals did not suffer from what he felt.

“This isn’t about you intentionally causing her pain,” Death told him gently, staring up into his storm filled eyes. “You can do it without even realizing it brother. If you love her, you will let her tell you on her own time.”

Dream and Death had followed the trace of Hob back to The New Inn, and took seats at a table while Hob was upstairs trying to coax you from where you had locked yourself up in your borrowed room. They mostly sat in silence, but only after Death had given Dream the talk of stealing her human. Really brother? You had to go and fall in love with my human!? Dream had merely rolled his eyes and told his sister that circumstances made it quite hard to not get to know you.

“It is not as if I designed to steal her from you, sister.” Dream answered as Death gave him a scowl. “After Roderick Burgess learned of her immortality, she was placed within my cage.”

Death sighed once more and rubbed her forehead, knowing that you, her precious human and oldest friend, had suffered merely because of your ties with Death. How else would the mortal find out about your immortality but by killing you?

“Was she at least treated humanely?” Dream’s eye twitched, memories of what had transpired between Burgess and you. He recalled the way your throat had been ruthlessly cut open, blood spilling down your body in vibrant crimson rivers. He remembered the way your eyes had caught his for but a mere moment before the light of life was snuffed out. Dream remembered clearly, the way you had screamed and thrashed against the hands of those tasked with holding you down as your ankle was treated to prevent you from losing your foot all together. You hadn’t known each other for more than two weeks, but your agonized screams had nearly drawn Dream from his statuesque position to smash what little power he had left against his glass cage. Anything to cease your pain and suffering. The only reprieve he had gotten from your sounds of agony came when you had passed out and gone limp.

That had been the first moment Dream had chosen to move, ignoring the mortals to render what care he could provide to little you. You had been so cold, so listless, within his arms. Dream had feared that you would once again perish before his eyes. But you had recovered and an agreement between Dream and you had been formed. He wished for you to survive, and you had. It had been foolishly easy to be swept away by you, from your lovely smile, to your pretty eyes and fiery nature, Dream had spent countless hours watching you in your dreams. No one knew you more intimately than he.

“Dream?” The Endless was stirred from his memories and willed away the red tint of anger at those that had hurt you.

“She wasn’t starved, at least not in the years we were together,” He answered, knowing that the true answers his sister sought, would not be kind and were better left unsaid. Death frowned and took a collective breath, knowing that he wasn’t going to share much more about what had transpired. Least of all the details.

“Will you at least tell me were she got her limp from?”

“She did not take kindly to being chained,” Dream explained, his lip curling at the one wound he knew would always haunt him. No matter how much time had passed since it had healed. “And the wounds wrought from her struggles got infected, treatment was only rendered after her flesh began to die.” Your screams once again echoed in his ears. Death was quiet for a moment, then tried to lighten the mood because her precious younger brother loathed being teased.

“So,” She called out, leaning towards him with a cheeky smile. “How long did it take?” Her eyebrows went up and Dream was the one sighing.

“Must you question everything that transpired between Fortuna and I?” Death elbowed him in the side.

“Come on, Dream, how long?” He eyed her, but was saved by Hob going down the stairs. Just by the look on his face, the pair knew that whatever he had to say, wasn’t good. Apparently, you had squirmed yourself into the tightest possible space you could in the guest bedroom. Which wasn’t hard given your emaciated state and it was rather impressive, circumstances aside. You refused to come out and were hyperventilating in an anxiety attack while shaking like a leaf. Hob had never seen someone so stricken with fear and anxiety… and he had seen many a thing in his six centuries of living.

“I’m pretty sure she’s having a panic attack but she won’t let me near her and she’s refusing to come out of the guest bedroom,” Hob explained with a heavy sigh. “Every time I try to go near, her magic stops me. I can’t get through to her physically or with words, and I don’t know what else to do.” Dream glanced at his sister and Death gave him a look. 

“Dream,” She warned him. He returned the look. 

“I will not have my Tyche suffering alone any longer,” Dream growled before rising to his feet and striding for the stairs. His legs carried him across the bar and up to Hob’s flat in seconds. He could feel your tumultuous emotions blanketing the flat like thick smog. You were truly in distress, and he hated that. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint where you were, your little spark of power drew Dream to where you were hidden. Pushing open the door to Hob’s guest bedroom, Dream’s eyes immediately went to where a desk and dresser were, nearly side by side. He walked over, seamlessly striding through the barrier of your magic, and knelt in front of you. You had squeezed your body into such a tight space that your trembles were barely pronounced, but the shake in your hands and your ragged gasps for air were unmistakable. 

“My Tyche,” He whispered to you. You flinched and your fingers buried into your messy hair, nails scratching at your scalp. You were muttering things, over and over, beneath your breath in broken Spanish. At times so fast that Dream couldn’t understand what you were saying. He called to you once more, trying his best to be patient with you. You needed a gentle hand. “Fortuna,” You still refused to unfurl from your little ball, you power rippling around you in waves of distress and despair. Dream tried one last time. “Y/N, my beloved.” At his soft call and use of your birth name, you finally responded.

 Red-stained eyes, glistening with fresh tears, met his and you proceeded to burst into tears through your wheezing. Eyes glowing with mercury, Dream all too easily pulled you from the tight little nook you had tucked yourself into and gathered you in his arms. You had lost so much weight since he had last held you within his arms and your bones were very apparent. Even more when you finally wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his skin. He only held you stronger. “Y/N you need to breathe.” 

“I— I can’t,” You hiccuped and gasped for breath, trying to do as he bade with your face pressed against his neck. It was hard and you struggled, feeling as if all of your fears were condensing to drag you deeper into the pit of despair you were stuck in. Dream raised a hand and brushed his fingers across your cheek. He gently pulled your face away from where you had tucked it and pressed his forehead against yours. 

“Yes, you can,” He whispered to you, running his thumb along the crest of your cheekbone. “One at a time, my beloved, you only need to try one at a time.” It was a struggle for you. A massive one. This was everything you wanted to avoid and yet, everything you wanted at the same time. His gentle gaze and adoring touch once again soothed your physical fear. Your breathing finally evened out but your tears continued to fall. Because, in the end, you had no idea how to tell your lover that what he used to lavish and adore, no longer existed. You were broken, and who wanted a broken lover?

Date Published: 1/8/23

Last Edit: 1/8/23

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[cambria-writes]

hello! hi! i'm starting to learn that updating two fics in one day is a little bit too much. i was gonna post this on monday but then I got distracted so. here’s a midweek update. :)

me, wondering why I don’t have notes on the new chapter: why am I not—oh. oh it’s still in the drafts

is there perhaps a plot hole i forgot to cover up? maybe! (definitely actually but it's more like a slip of the... fingers?) anyways it contributes to the mystery so it's fine! probably. word count: 1,688 it’s babie rating: T, each chapter rated individually warnings: talks about last murder, Jane being a menace, lmk if I should add anything else!

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙: 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫

As soon as you're out of the building, you feel the need to ask. Instead, restrain yourself. Word it differently.

"It feels like you're starting to believe me." Clutch the strap of your bag to your chest. Mr Jane's mouth twitches in a way you don't recognize. You can't tell what it means.

"There's still no such thing as psychics," he replied evenly. Looks sideways at you, considers you for a moment. Opens the passenger door of the car for you. "Doesn't mean I have the answers to everything. Probably." You scoff and drop yourself into a passenger seat that is becoming far too familiar.

You still have no idea where you're going. It's a struggle, initially, not to ask. Once you get to talking about the music on the radio, you're fine. You have something to talk about, take your mind off things. Talk about the musical arrangement, your favourite score composers, instruments. Remember that one time, the first time, you went to see a symphonic orchestra, and how you cried like a child. You were twelve, okay, yes, but still.

You're nervously rambling and you know it. Jane doesn't point it out. Indulges you with a few hums and questions here and there. For the better part of the car ride, however, you try to nap. Once you've exhausted yourself of conversation, you realize you've had... not much sleep. Eyes feel dry, throat feels sore and legs feel stiff.

Thankfully, you don't dream.

Somehow, you manage to wake up a few minutes before you arrive. Wherever it is you're being taken to. Glance at the dashboard clock; nearly four hours have passed. Vaguely remember Mr Jane driving northbound. Most likely far past Yuba by now. You feel a small sense of disappointment. You honestly thought there was a chance you might be going home.

You get the very distinct feeling that where you're going is nowhere near as pleasant.

"Welcome back among the living," is what Mr Jane greets you with when you sit up straighter. You stifle a yawn; look out the window, and glare. Rain. Perfect. The sky had seemed clear when you left. Four hours is a lot of time for weather, apparently.

"Should I even bother to ask where we are?," you ask, tired, rubbing your eyes. Not sure if they feel any less dry than before.

"No point in it," comes a pleasant, chipper reply. It almost rubs you the wrong way.

A quick look around reveals that you're driving along a coastal highway. The 1, if you had to guess. Mr Jane seems resolutely staring off to the left. Not sure if he's looking for a house or out at sea.

"Fun fact, this little corner of Mendocino," he starts, and you sit straighter. At least now you have a name. "Is referred to as Slaughterhouse Gulch. Just makes you want to take a vacation here, doesn't it?"

A shiver runs down the back of your neck. "Oh, yeah, absolutely. Want to raise a family here," you deadpan. What kind of genius names a place Slaughterhouse Gulch?

Mr Jane almost snickers at your disdain. You huff, pull out your phone, and begin to google. There are a ton of useless links to maps of the area. A few to places completely out of state. (Of note is the Slaughterhouse Gulch haunted house, which you promptly frown at. Not what you're looking for.)

The rule of thumb is that if it isn't on the first page, try searching something else. You click on to the next page anyways. More maps. Nothing useful. Only on the fourth page do you find a link to an article written in the early 2000s.

There isn't much detail, but there's enough to make you uncomfortable. The Gulch was the hunting ground for a presumed serial killer. Women went missing every few months over the course of four or five years. The latest missing person reported dates back to 2003. For two years investigators followed less than solid leads, until the trail eventually went cold. Nothing to find, nothing to do.

"Anything interesting?" You just about jump out of your skin. Jane actually chuckles nervously before apologizing. "Geez, someone's a little jumpy."

"I was shot yesterday." Hold your hand to your chest to steady your heart and your breath.

Mr Jane seems to consider his words. "So?" You blink at him. "What did you find?" He keeps his eyes on the road. Looks to be ready to take an off ramp. Marvelous.

Shake your head, flip your phone around in your hands. "There's not much to find," you answer after a while. You determinedly keep your gaze on your feet. "Something about a serial killer that no one ever caught. Has a weird MO, only goes for women, used to take them from the Gulch until 2003, then nothing."

The silence coming from the driver's seat leads you to believe you should continue.

"Then there's... whoever's been taking people around the south?" Bite the inside of your cheek, when something strikes you. You frown. "Wait. Doesn't she seem to stick to the shore?"

"Not a bad guess," is Mr Jane's reply. A small bit of pride swells in your chest. Make quick work of rationalizing it away and ignoring it. "Why do you think?"

It takes a little bit for you to come up with an answer. By the time your thoughts are sorted, Mr Jane is weaving through narrow roads, slowly approaching the shore and its properties.

"I'm not sure. The bodies of the women that disappeared before 2003 were never found, right?" You get a short nod. "Maybe to drop them in the ocean..?" You trail off, resume biting the inside of your cheek.

You honestly feel like a clueless child trying to impress a grandparent. There can't be any way any of what you’re saying hits anywhere close to the mark. You have no background in criminology (high school classes in civil rights and law don't count, and you know it) and you have very little experience in criminal psychology, let alone profiling.

You have no idea why a consulting mentalist is asking you anything.

"I know that look," Jane says. When you turn to look at him, his eyes are still glued to the road. "You're smarter than you think. Miss Benraft. So tell me, why do you doubt that the bodies were dropped in the water?"

That he could sense your unease with your own statement is troubling, but that, too, you ignore. "Unless they were, uh. Disposed? Further from the shore? The current would just beach their bodies, right? So someone would have found something by now."

Again. Ignore the pride from the smirk you get. You look down at your phone's dark screen.

"I'm missing something super obvious right now, aren't I."

It's not a question. "The most obvious thing," Mr Jane answers anyway.

You sigh, close your eyes, hang your head. Your mind is too far into crevices, you know. You wouldn't be able to look at the bigger picture here if it hit you in the face with a truck.

When the car slows, and Mr Jane shifts down, you look up and out. The sight of a pale yellow house makes your stomach turn. Taste bile in the back of your throat. You do your best imitation of someone who isn't terrified.

"This isn't the cabin I saw, though."

Jane sighs, almost wistfully. "Dreams are a projection of the subconscious mind, Miss Benraft. What you saw was what you think is a comfortable, warm home. This," he waves at the custard coloured house. "Is probably someone's idea of comfort. God knows it isn't mine, either. But what can you do." Punctuates the end of his sentence by parking the car. You grab his shoulder before he can get out.

"Wait! Wait. What is this place? I don't—who lives here? Are we allowed to go in?" You get a wolfish grin as a reply before Mr Jane pulls himself away from you and out of the car.

You make a cursory attempt at steadying your breathing before climbing out. Wasn't very successful. Rake your nails against the strap of your bag. Walking up the small stone pathway to the door makes your heart thump increasingly hard against your ribcage. It may not look like the cabin in your dreams, but the visceral feeling of dread remains the same.

Mr Jane stops at the door, looks left and right (you don't like that at all) before kneeling in front of the door. You crowd him instantly, try your best to cover what he's doing.

"What the hell are you—what are you doing?" Frantically look around you. The whole street seems deserted; no cars in any driveways, no one walking around. The anxiety doesn't leave you regardless. "Are you actually allowed to do that? What the hell, are you a locksmith?"

A bark of laughter. Alright then, not a locksmith. "It's not illegal if we're not caught, right?" he offers you, standing up and turning to face you.

He is instantly five miles too close to you. Takes a second for you, long enough to think that Mr Jane probably hasn't shaved in a day or two, before you practically leap out of your skin. His chuckle isn't as carefree as it usually sounds. You don't bother to steady your breathing this time. Make a note to maybe go on a date soon. You probably need it.

The door opens soundlessly, signs of a property well maintained. A question pops up again.

"Wait, are we supposed to be here? Does anyone live here?" Look around; you notice the distinct lack of a "FOR SALE" sign on the lawn. Panic rises in your throat.

Mr Jane waltzes into the home without looking behind him. "Probably. Doesn't really matter; we're just going for a stroll on the beach." Through a house. That is presumably owned. And lived in. You dither at the door before stepping through the threshold.

You can only manage an unintelligible groan before crumpling to the floor unconscious.

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

@fucklife-or-me @yearningforsappho

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[nachorong]

howdy! erin here🤠 with na chorong. i know i know, i have a plethora of ims to respond to, sorry about that! i’m putting jinri on a brief hold as i’m tweaking some stuff, but have my muse in the meantime. more about chorong below the cut. yk the usual: feel free to dm me @ myjinri for plots/like this post for me to come to you. discord is available upon request! (patience will be needed with me </3 i should still be out at the time of acceptance, but will get back to everything when i get home )

i’m going to keep the background brief until i fully type out her backstory bc i really don’t wanna have to read whatever i write again to make edits

it always seemed as if na chorong had it easy in life. an extremely supportive family backing her dreams, along with getting scouted to a big agency and meeting quick success with her tv and film debut. it all seemed like the easiest path was handed to her

the fact that she came from a struggling family and faced the numerous rejections before she struck gold with adagio often forgotten. or the unexplained break she took in acting

 growing up, she always loved performing skits in front of her family. she was often the center of attention with whatever production she had ready. this led to her joining drama clubs and participating in local plays put on around her.

scouted by adagio at a school play. auditioned and got in, trained for a while before she made a public appearance in a music video. her official television debut was a year after that, and her film debut was the following year after the tv debut.

she was rising in popularity but a sudden personal issue arose! and she couldn’t accept any scripts as she couldn’t fully commit to the long scheduling that came with filming anything.

still did work during that time, usually in things that required less time, such as appearing in magazines, walking the runway, or even just making an appearance at a fashion show.

finally made her return to acting and it was almost like she never left. quickly got back into the swing of things and started steadily building up her popularity again. now including more modeling gigs in her schedule, but acting was something she prioritized over anything else.

2021-2022 was the busiest timeframe in her life, filming projects back to back. thinks she’s done enough to not have to film for another two years at least. hasn’t filmed anything or picked up a new script since the glory because she needed a break badly.

so here she is now, in 2023 enjoying as much of her break as she can because who knows when the company will come knocking at her door with another project for her to look at.

 currently

loves her career but the recent string of projects she starred in back to back left her begging adagio for a hiatus. was not granted, but was met in the middle with another “unofficial hiatus” from acting. ( l o l let’s see if this lasts long )

focused on her brand deals and promoting them in the meantime. really? doesn’t consider herself to be an actual? model? feels more like a fraud if you ask her, but yes she has walked in shows and appeared in magazines. most of those opportunities came because of her status as an actress, anyway.

searching for a new avenue to explore. she needs something different to spice her life up! something to give her a real challenge since she’s been doing this stuff for years.

deep down she wishes one of her projects would flop so the projects can shift to someone else, but her pride doesn’t let her half-ass anything. she’s always all-in.

personality

dont let the public image fool u, chorong is not as uptight and “serious” as she makes herself appear. typically the mood maker on set / seen goofing around with costars. the act is just to suit the adagio rep.

she still has a level of professionalism to her though. formalities until she considers you close enough to be a friend.

think she’s pretty approachable?? but may be a little bit intimidating  bc of her seniority? dont worry she doesn’t bite.

always up for new experiences and open to trying out new things. can be spontaneous and act on impulses.

ambitious, that’s how she got to this point in her career. wants to do everything to the best of her ability.

a little irritable, but has mastered controlling that feeling. for the most part. can be a bit snarky and argumentative once irritated though.

quick plot ideas since my plots page likely isn’t finished lmfao

are you looking to take acting more seriously / just wants some advice? well it’s your lucky day, chorong, a well known name in the industry, is coincidentally right there.

industry friends <3 long spanning career, i envision she may have more friends around her age/older but she’d also extend herself out to younger people as well, it just might be a little harder for her to do so? 

random friends bc she loves meeting new people. good luck on trying to get close to her though.

close knit circle of friends that’s not really publicized.

someone who dislikes chorong for whatever reason. maybe they think her quick rise to success or the way she manages to skirt her way out of any rumors / potential scandals suspicious.

or vice versa chorong dislike your muse for whatever reason. maybe it’s a bad first impression or the reputation that follows them? 

++ potentially having chorong star in ur music video ( girlie hasn’t done that in over 10 years, but she found her 1 experience fun and wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again )

past relationships / flings. she’s a very passionate and intense partner, and busy schedules often do not bode well for her. we can come up for numerous reasons for a separation.

her current flavor of the week. or maybe the month? really, any potential current / more recent love interests. longevity varies depending on how she feels about the other.

#thefourintro #yea i'll add more to this when i'm not half awake #i really should be on soon!! that's if im timing things correctly #by soon maybe like another hour or two #when i say brief hold i mean it should be over by the end of the weekend

[ntls-24722]

attention number(???) of the DJ community

I have a special question for you 2 in fact,

how did cameron & Miguel really really mad like how was the start the very very start

(number one question is devoted into two)

and what did cameron family thought about her I know one time you said all his brother was OK with this or what not I don’t really remember pretty well, but I want to really know how they felt about their son having a relationship with something out of this universe(pretty powerful relationship to me)

Number 2

how does Fritz really sound like? His sound his voice because I tried to have a conversation in my head between him and BB and I tried to stick really deep sounds into him. But I can’t imagine anything but an old man found. But I don’t know which sound work with him, especially my voice isn’t helping.

(BB had so many conversations about human organs, and which one of them taste better when you cook it with him)(they even went on “ buried corpse adventure” in the woods and they come out with one human head that was completely gone and do rabbits)

I know so many questions, but I love them

I felt very curious

and I feel that cameron would you read us a story in front of warm fire and will make small silly jokes that will make us laugh. We share cookies and milk. “ and he would be the Santa clause for the year.”

Last but not least I hope you have a very good day/night, eat healthy ,enjoy your holiday ✨

OOH. ACTUALLY IM JUST GONNA RUN DOWN THEIR WHOLE. RELATIONSHIP ACTUALLY

So, Cameron met Miguel like everyone else who has met Miguel. By pure chance, walking in some random direction to get to some random place, he went one of Miguel's viewpoints (aka, points where Miguel and our universe connect).

There is no way to determine where Miguel's viewpoints are, they are random spots in random places. The only way he found it is because he took a detour walking to work because he saw his favorite butterfly and followed it - by pure chance, while following it, he stepped on one of Miguel's viewpoints, and landed in one of Miguel's levels.

The infamous backrooms picture already looks vaguely like a spot in Cameron's workplace. So when he woke up there, he thought he had already got to work. For like an entire hour, he just wandered trying to get to the front before he realized that there is no front. It took him 4 months to get out of there, because similarly to Miguel's viewpoints on earth, the viewpoint to get back is unmarked, isn't in a particularly unique place, andit looks identical to everywhere else - the only reliable way to find it at Cameron's time was to just step in every square foot of the place. And eventually Cameron did. He came back to our universe at the exact time he left it, to his surprise. He returns home, extremely weirded out, because he just spent 4 months in some weird place yet spent no time in his own world.

(To answer an earlier question of yours, Cameron and Miguel met on neutral terms - Cameron just thought Miguel was weird, and Miguel didn't care about Cameron's existance or presence)

He's on his way to work. He thinks he's crazy. So he goes back there just to confirm that he was just dreaming... and confirms the opposite! He ends up back in Miguel in a completely different level and spends another 4 months or so in Miguel.

Generally, that's the maximum amount of times people visit Miguel. They find her by accident, are surprised and go back to her again to confirm it wasn't a dream, they find out it wasn't a dream, and never come back because before Cameron started dating Miguel, It took a month or more to leave because you had to have stepped literally everywhere to find the exit. This isn't enjoyable for anyone.

Well, it isn't enjoyable to anyone except Cameron Filali who already fucks around empty abandoned buildings on the weekends.

To Cameron, he just found a way to freeze months of time. Sure, he's not doing a lot in those months, but with the way he's using it, he personally feels like he only goes to work every couple of months.

Miguel starts to take interest in him because he is the only person who visits her in such a high frequency (every other day compared to maybe once or twice every 5 years) and he also doesn't seem to be visiting her for any real purpose - from her perspective, all Cameron does is go in and... live in her for awhile, and also spend much time photographing and admiring her. Eventually, this person also starts to monologue to her and be physically affectionate to various objects within her.

I feel the need to mention that Cameron is not aware that Miguel is actually sentient at this point, but that doesn't stop Cameron from falling in love with this mystical place that seems to not abide by the laws of physics, even if it never stays the same everytime he visits (which is no surprise, at least to me, far less interesting objects and places have become the apple of his eye before). Despite him being unaware that Miguel is actually sentient, he kind of interprets Miguel to be sentient in his own head and personifies everything in her, including... her! This is the point when Miguel is officially named Miguel and Miguel is both flattered and intrigued by this.

So, Cameron monologues to Miguel, complimenting her, but also points out inconsistencies between Earth and Miguel ("Paintings usually are hung on nails back home. There's a string on the back and you can hang it up. Though, you seem to be doing just fine without them") that actually slowly make Earth and Miguel similar (he also points out that he can't see miguel's exits, and that is also promptly fixed, to his surprise). Miguel indirectly shows her affections to him with lovey dovey decorations and food, and while Cameron takes notice, he doesn't realize the larger force at play until eventually, Miguel decides to semi-directly tell him her feelings with a little pie and a note that had his name in hearts.

Which, for a few seconds, scared the everliving shit out of Cameron. But immediately afterwards, he was estatic that his feelings were actually mutual and the rest is ✨history✨.

Though when it comes to his relationship and his family? Cameron hasn't told anyone in his family about his relationship other than his brother, and his brother didn't take it well (basically just called him delusional/stupid), but his brother promised not to tell anyone else and at least he has kept that promise - the rest of his family would ridicule him for it. He's already very openly effeminate and single (his family has just assumed the reason why he's single is because he's gay, but when it comes to people he's actually pansexual) and his family is not very queer friendly. He doesn't imagine they would be objectum-friendly, either. They would just think he's crazy and further ostracize him.

I don't actually have an official voice for Fritz. He does have a deep voice, though, so you were on the money on that one! I can't say much other than that but he speaks in a particularly monotone delivery with most people except for people he likes.

And, about that last line, I confirm that Cameron would do that. He doesn't have kids of his own but he's a fun great-uncle and often takes care of his nieces/nephews, though he is still awkward around other adults even though he's 65.

enjoy your holidays too!! :]🎉✨

#ntls-24722 #ask #cameron #fritz

[frogqueenofmirkwood]

heads up, seven up

thankyou for tagging me @monstrousfreedom 🥰🥰

my actual book is on my laptop so I will share some of my fav snippets from my notes app of my fantasy book series☺️

tis my heart and soul and have been writing this story since I was 15💕

below are some snippets on the three brothers from Warne, the warrior village.

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“You know, everyone thinks you’re this nice, gentle, kind boy and everybody loves you but the second you are mildly inconvenienced you become a little hob goblin gremlin.” Elm begun to tie his brothers shoelaces as he talked, they had been undone the whole journey and it was driving him crazy. Even more crazy than Aspens belief that the world was out to get him, not the team in general, just him, specifically.

“It’s something I’m very passionate about.” Aspen replied, still lying on the wet grass

“You’re not gonna die.”

“I don’t know I had a dream I ate this disgusting black goo once and I died. You were there.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“The fact that you were in my dream? Couldn’t agree more.”

“You definitely got this part of your personality from Forrest.”

“You probably wish I had of adopted his cleanliness.”

“It would be nice if you cleaned your room and washed your hair on occasion.”

“Builds character.”

“No it builds judgment from others.”

“Who is going to go in my room?”

“I don’t know, but we can all see your hair.”

“…No comment.”

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The last death in warne had been the wife of Ulmos. Amary. She was beautiful. She had been in charge of the gardens, of the food. Ulmos had loved her before he knew what love was. She was loved by everyone, her kindness and patience were abundant. She never used harsh words, even in anger, and made helping others her life. Ulmos and Amary had gotten married at 18. less than a year later, Elm and Basil where born, two sons. Ulmos and Amary where happy. For 4 years they raised their twin boys to be kind, considerate and adventurous. Everything was perfect. Until Basil was kidnapped. If it wasnt for Amary, everything would have fallen apart. Ulmos wouldnt leave the house, wouldnt leave Elm alone for a second. Not until Amary convinced him. There was another problem however. Elm had started to grow apart from the other children, he stopped talking, stopped playing. Amary decided she wanted another child. Soon, Aspen was born. A brother for Elm. The two boys took to each other quickly. When Aspen took his first steps, he fell into his brothers arms. When Aspen started going to school, Elm held his hand. When Aspen cried Elm held him, when he laughed, Elm smiled. The family were happy. Elm was happy, he didnt often show it, but they knew. When Aspen was 12 and Elm 16, Amary came home one day with Forrest. He had soot all over his face with the exception of streaks below his eyes where tears had been falling. Neither Amary or Forrest said anything other than the fact that Forrest had no guardian, no parents. Everyone knew better than to question Amary. Amary built familys, from rubble and heartbreak, she created homes, havens, both for her own family and other's. She built them to outlast herself. So when she died of a mysterious illness, two years ago, her family mourned, but they stood strong. They held each other while they wept and healed. Amary will always be in the hearts of her family, of Ulmos, of everyone. The warriors of Warne never stop loving, not even through death.

thankyou for readingggggg🥰

i am still new here and don’t really have anyone to tag so i will leave this open🙃

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[susie-dreemurr]

Willow, Luz and Hunter for the character asks

(Edit: fuck it read more time)

Willow Park

1) First impression:

(Episode 3?) She seems a bit like the stereotypical sweet bullied best friend, but that’s okay. She’s nice and has some mischievous moments. Not much to say about her.

2) Impression now:

She’s still not a favorite, but I like her more now. I enjoy the parts where the girl subverts some of the tropes she was assigned (being allowed to being angry at her bully, not immediately forgiving, still a gremlin) and how just because Willow got more self-confidence, it doesn’t mean the teen won’t struggle with negative thoughts after getting put down for being “half a witch” for so long.

3) Favorite moment:

The monster in her mind being revealed to be Inner Willow after it was pushed into the water. Plus, the iconic: “I remember what you did, too. I can’t say we’re friends, but…it’s a start.”

4) Idea for a story:

We’ve seen Willow’s complicated feelings on Amity, now it’s time to explore what she and Skara got going on. Although I remember S1E17 hinting that Skara would be nicer to her and didn’t hate her, unlike Boscha, it’s still a bit weird to see one of Willow’s former bullies in her team when they’ve had zero on-screen development. Especially because, unlike with Amity, they don’t have any history to build on.

In other words. Fanfics of Willow & Skara friendship slow burn when.

5) Unpopular opinion:

Willow should have gotten more screen time, yes, but I think the girl’s current time explores her enough. She’s one of those characters who already feel complete since season one. (With that said, gimme some a Willow POV reason to ship Huntlow, bc if this is gonna happen, I need mutual content—)

You can argue that the girl hasn’t completed her arc yet, but, while that’s fair, I think the fact that we’re being shown that she’s in a better state than she ever was in her life, plus that she will keep growing, makes up for it.

6) Favorite relationship:

Willow and Amity. It’s not even a competition. Understand Willow, my best friend…

7) Favorite head cannon:

She’s somewhere in the AroAce spectrum! Maybe she can have crushes still, but they’ll be either very small and short, or they’re less “blushing, can’t function, etc” and more her normal attitude them + a mushy feeling in her chest and the desire to cuddle. Thought people were exaggerating about how intense their romantic urges were until Luminity happened. I’m not projecting.

Gus Porter

1) First impression:

Funny little man. Definitely not neurotypical. That’s it.

2) Impression now:

Labyrinth Runners changed me as a person, so listen. His whole character is about autism and the ND experience. His struggle of feeling guilty for not being able to read people as well as the others around him, therefore leading into being taken advantage of, mostly for his smarts, is a mood. Still a funny little man, but now is a character I love. This explains it better than I possibly could, but the point is: He Gets It!

3) Favorite moment:

His last on-screen Illusion Nightmare, when Hunter goes into the sphere to snap him out of his mind. Specifically the “I let myself get tricked…again” part because the slightly creepy and symbolic visual is my kind of shit. Aside of that, probably the whole scene where he calms Hunter down from a panic attack and then gives his speech.

4) Idea for a story:

Something exploring his post-King’s Tide feelings, because…imagine having to deal with being a 12 year old unable to go home to your only family member, who’s current status is unknown, going to your dream location in the worst way possible, and. As if that wasn’t enough, having to stay silent about his knowledge of Belos’s backstory, including the creation of grimwalkers, which his friend is. I am but a humble angst enjoyer and I need my crumbs.

5) Unpopular opinion:

Okay idk tbh. Although he was criminally underdeveloped in season one, TTGLR and LR came in clutch, so I don’t mind his lack of exploration as much as other fans. My main complaint is that I wish he got more focus on King’s Tide. Let him into the Angst Train in the next specials, Dana. You know you want to.

6) Favorite relationship:

As the Labyrinth Runners stan that I am, I’d have to be lying to say it’s anything but Hunter & Gus. It’s just an equally positive thing for both of them. They are nerdy sillies together me thinks

7) Favorite head cannon:

Augustus Porter has the autism swag (real)

Luz Noceda

1) First impression:

Luz looks like a regular “quirky child” kid’s show protagonist, but just because she’s not anything special right now doesn’t mean I won’t like her. She’s fun. I like her neurodivergent swag and…girlie made me cry in S1E02 😔 why would you hurt me like this. It’s not even a sad episode. It’s just… her being tricked by that self-indulgent illusion hit me in my weak spot 😭😭😭

2) Impression now:

ONE OF MY FAVORITES, JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL! Watch this video, it’s the best. Seriously, I still like her kid’s show protag vibes, yeah, but what really draws me in is her insecurities. It’s the alienation Luz faced due to being neurodivergent and never really fitting in anywhere until the Boiling Isles. It’s about the people pleasing and hiding away any signs that she needs help due to not wanting to be a bother, because being too much of a burden means losing your only friends. It’s about loving your parents but feeling as if they will never really get it.

The urge to self-sacrifice and put the blame on yourself in case anything goes wrong. It’s about reaching one of your lowest mental health points and thinking you’re a horrible person who ruins everything when you’re just a kid with some Issues and anger. When, at some point, you start only confiding on your sibling figure because they’re the only one who understands and you think won’t run away. Pushing away your friends and, after apologizing, being surprised at how instantly kind and forgiving they are. It’s about Reaching Out and Thanks To Them.

3) Favorite moment:

Camila watching her computer diary in Thanks To Them. Literally everything about it, but especially the reveal of her hyperfixation being a connection to her late father. Aside of that, moments like her bitter speeches in S2E02 (to Eda) and in S3E01 (to her class) are very cool…I relate to her so much 😔

4) Idea for a story:

I’m not very creative when it comes to these types of questions, so this is hard. You know what they say, when in doubt, go for a PMMM AU! She gets a Sayaka-like role! (it’s about the heroism complex and ideals, the destruction of the fantasy, the angst. And the gay, too. Amity, get in the Kyoko cosplay right NEOWWW—)

5) Unpopular opinion:

I mostly stick to my fandom bubble, so I always see similar takes, but. “She got some trauma and issues from the Boiling Isles, as no kid should bear the burden of the world’s fate in the way Luz does, Belos worsened her ‘I gotta do this by myself’ shtick” and “She already had trauma before the Boiling Isles, that island is essential to her healing atp, and her Owl Family + friends helped her get some coping mechanisms and actually rely on her loved ones” are all statements that can and do coexist!

6) Favorite relationship:

The Owl Family, aka Luz, Eda & King. It’s the heart of the show! Three outcasts, who grew to unconditionally accept and love each other, even when others don’t have their back. Three traumatized people with awful coping mechanisms who do their best teach each other how to be better. Found family that may not be perfect, but is essential in all its members in a growth and healing journey. Plus they’re really funny. Can best be described as “they’re a set, do not separate them.”

7) Favorite head cannon:

No “favorite” comes up right now, so regular ones it is. HC that Luz has not only ADHD, but autism and (for a while) depression as well! And undiagnosed eye problems, because she refused to ask for glasses and is deeply regretting it! I’m projecting! Also, when she stays in The Boiling Isles, she’s going to cut her hair to fit the Clawthorne Women Hair Style(TM) like how Eda looks in the EOTP flashback, but mixing it with her own style at the same time. The girl needs a cool leather jacket, too! Give her some more drip.

#Willow park #Luz noceda #augustus porter #toh #owl house #the owl house #gus porter #Toh analysis #technically #long post #mine #asks

[clover-the-awesomest]

Okay! I made a little ask on your other account specifically for your AU :)

But, since we're on the topic of au's, I actually have a little recommendation for another one that you've probably heard of, but in my opinion, it's still pretty underrated and deserves all the love in the world. It's called the Little Brother au, and Sharkfinn, the creator of it, made an original character named Spot. It's basically a separated au where Spot is being raised by Draxum, except this Draxum is just a really good Dad, so that's nice for a change. There's a lot more that goes into it, but I don't wanna spoil anything. So just go check it out if that sounds interesting at all. It's just that after Cass's Apocalyptic Series ended, Finn's au has really gotten me through that tough pain of letting an amazing story go. So, maybe it could do the same for you.

Say, I've actually chatted with Finn a little bit about digital art and how he's made his au, so if you wanted, you could ask him some questions! I think he'd be happy to have another fellow oc au comic artist in the Tumblr space asking for some pointers :]

But that's just a suggestion. Regardless, I'm happy to see others make their own au's with their own storylines and characters and world building and all of that because it is my absolute DREAM to create my own fan works and share it with a fandom as big as this one. That's what sharing your passion is all about, man! It's my absolute happy place just interacting with the things I love and making others laugh and learning a thing or two along the way, yk?

But I gotta stop myself right there because I'll start rambling on-and-on about my love for this fandom because God knows I'd never stop, lol. Anyway, I'm happy to be here, so thank you for having me ❤️

I’m thinking of putting a comic up for your ask right now I’m so ready to get going with it

AAAAAAAAAAA but thank you for the suggestion and the motivation to keep going with this AU! It’s a pretty big project that I’ve had playing in my brain for the past couple years and it means a ton to me!

Totally forgot to even mention what it’s called lmao - It’s called the New Home AU. The name symbolizes Clover’s entrance into a new, healthier life and a new home with a new family. Her name also ties into some important details later down the line which is completely unintentional on my part, but I’m not saying what until someone asks for the answer on my blog~ I’m not teasing anything cuz I literally just realized this as I’m typing it but if anyone out there were to randomly be like “Hey why’s ur name Clover???” I’ll just make a response like “Hey yeah so uhh it’s cuz of this one random detail that I literally just noticed haha” I doubt someone would ask that and they don’t have to at all but it would be so hilarious if that happened right????

ANYWHIZZLE I think I’ve heard of this AU actually! I found an animatic around a year or so ago on YouTube of a smaller turtle brother being sad about the fact that he can’t do his bandages properly on his own and Raph comes in, offers to help, while the little guy remisces on his time with Draxum. Though that last bit had an ominous subtext to it so I’m gonna assume that’s not it… I’ll totally check this AU out though! Seems super fun!

#new home au #Thank you for the question it means a ton to me to get asks like this! #askaboo

[sammysshadowself]

Okay, big news. This realm or dream is actually very real and has something to do with our brains. Let me explain; like I said earlier today in the comments, I was in school. (I go to school on Saturday’s for tutoring and library help- our school apparently has it as a free “come if you want help” day? Idk, but I haven’t heard of other schools doing that.)

Axel was there too, reading in the library. He was reading up on Nordic Mythology and I can guess why. I sat and talked with him about what had happened. The conversation can be summarized by confusion, theories, and then a disturbing realization: What did Alan see? Alan is the leader of the debate club and was usually in on Saturday’s to help out in the library. Axel was waiting for him and had not heard from him yet. And that’s when we got the idea that he may have also found this weird place that had almost killed us both. We had a moment of confusion on how to actually go to that place but we ultimately found a way:

- Leave the school

- Talk about the place while walking back into school

- you’re in.

When we walked into the school, I felt my hands wrap around something familiar- two hand sickles that I had used on Mímir before. I saw that Axel also had his handgun, a revolver. He held it in his hand, confused about it. I told him something like “I have a weapon too. Lucky, you got a gun.” We tried to laugh it off, ignoring the fact that this place was real and we were walking through it. We called out for Alan, eventually hearing him call back.

We ran towards him. He was outside the school in the backyard of the place, glaring at a tall emerald structure in the horizon. It was something out of an illustration from the darkest mind of the generation- a jade and green cataclysmic tower built off of a mountain. There were such dynamic and clashing building styles holding the obelisk of emerald up. Greek columns would hold up circus tents that stood across from green-tinged docks over a sea of mold colored water. At the very top of it all stood the emerald palace, a glistening mansion that had a very big 1960’s feel to it. Even from afar (VERY afar mind you,) the royalty that exudes from that palace is unforgettable.

Alan snapped to us, demanding an answer about this place. I could see the cracks in his mind forming, unable to comprehend this. I had an easy time digesting it (were already in some sort of mind dungeon.) We tried to explain it to him before we were cut off by another clone.

“Don’t get too close to me. You don’t want to catch what I have.”

That mangled voice was once again using one of my friends as a means to insult them. Behind Alan stood a clone of himself, those same yellow eyes glaring at the three of us. Alan fell silent.

“What? Can’t talk back? First at home and now here too?”

Alan took a step back, probably scared out of his mind.

“You haven’t told them yet? About how sick you are? Are you afraid of people knowing that you’re some sick weirdo?” The clone was an unmoving copy of Alan, sneering at Alan’s suffering.

“It’s not that-“ Alan tried to defend himself but was shushed by that disgusting voice.

“Then maybe it’s your family. Are you too scared to tell them that none of the pills have been working?” Alan started to get mad, or at least adding madness into the mixture of emotions he was feeling. Axel and I didn’t know what to do, we were frozen up. Axel turned to me for guidance, I could see it out of the corner of my eye, but I had none to give. He pointed his gun at the clone.

“Who even the hell are you? Get out of here- just leave me alone.”

“Who am I? I’m you! And I’m the worst fuck up on this planet. Isn’t that true? Right Elen?” Alan fell silent again.

“I’m so quiet and mysterious- I’m not scared of anything! I’m the cool one, the one who’s able to beat anyone in an argument. I wonder where I got it from. Maybe mommy and daddy were always yelling and I wanted to do something with that. Maybe I always hd to defend my little siblings. Maybe, maybe, fluff and filler, and all speculation! These people don’t even know your real name, right Elen?”

“Shut up!”

“You’re not scared of anything like that. You’re scared of me- of yourself- you’re real self, and the voice of the girl you know you can’t ignore. Worse yet, you’re scared of anyone seeing just how scared you are. Well too late. Here I am! A scared little sourpuss.”

“That’s not true.. I’m not scared and you’re not me! You’re just some sick twisted fuck!”

That’s when another body snatch happened. Alan slumld to the ground, his shadow disappearing. His body slunk back up, like some invisible force was licking him up.

“I am a shadow, the true self, the deepest fear a human can have. You’ve seen who I really am and for that, you must die.”

A fight ensued. This time, the nasty aura around Alan was in the shape of an almost Dwarvish man holding some sort of blade that had three blades, all curled into circles (picture attached) From this fight I learned a couple important things:

- I can summon Lady to attack with or for me but it drains me (kind of like MP in a jrpg or something if the sort. Her magic is dark and entirely magical)

- Axel can summon Mímir by shooting straight up into the air. Mímir has a cold presence, firing chunks of ice. He did this quite often

- I apprently know how to use two hand sickles in battle. Likewise, Axel knows how to fire a gun. His gun doesn’t use bullets either, which I thought was weird. (But then again… y’know. Look around.)

- Using this magic was like having your blood drawn. It didn’t hurt and it was clean, but after a while you feel light headed and weak.

After the fight (once again, we won,) Alan was face to face with this clone, this Elen figure.

“You’re not me.. you’re not..” Alan was on his hands and knees, unable to catch his breath.

“You have to accept it dear. It’s the only way.” Axel spoke out to Alan, love guiding his voice. It took a moment of silence, but he spoke.

“You are me. I have a chronic illness that I’m scared to tell people about. On top of that.. I’m trans. I am a girl, I just thought I could push it down or maybe even die before I.. before I told anyone. Sorry. I was acting out of fear but I can’t do that anymore. I can’t live like this.”

Her clone nodded and faded into their new “persona” (Like Lady and Mímir, the word just feels right.) She wasn’t a Dwarvish man at all, but instead a haggard and witchy woman who was riding a black cauldron like a skateboard. Her hair was wild and long, covering up most of her body. She held a cudgel in one hand, her other being adorned in rings and bracelets.

“Baba Yaga…” and with that, Alan slumped over. We took hher out of this world and back into the real world Again, our injuries are cleared but we are EXHAUSTED. Axel takes her to his house, promising to talk tomorrow over FaceTime. We shared our number and both went home, exhausted.

Uncle Jack asked me how I was doing at school. I told him I was fine, but he told me about the days I was missing. The school called him so he essentially out a lock on me. I can’t leave the house after 5 on a school day anymore because of the mind dungeon thing. Honestly, fair enough, I was dealing with enough so I don’t really care. I just kinda laid down and tried to swallow what had just happened.

I’m starting to write these not just for y’all, but for me. I wrote the first one out of desperation for help with the Igor dream, but now I’m writing these to vent and get some sort of outside help. To the one person who replied, thanks! You a real one! :3

And to the three others who read these, goodnight. Sleep tight.

(EDIT:) I skimmed over a LOT of details. Upon rereading this, I did not describe the battle or anything. I was dead tired when I wrote this (just fought a witchy dwarf lady, almost died.

It was experimental to say the least. Trying to cast some sort of dark magic on my friend Elen, (who I will refer to as such from now on,) The fight was something right out of a fantasy novel. Elen was thrashing at us with her aura’s power, and when she hit, it felt like having a meat tenderizer pressed into you, leaving your skin textured and bruised. I tried to do close range combat, but I found that using Lady’s magic blasts worked better. I could control them, aim them, and not need to get punched in the face to use them.

Axel opted for the gun, shooting at Elen (again, not real bullets I don’t think?) and shooting straight up to summon icecicles. He only did that a couple times, usually sending his persona out to attack Elen. I didn’t know our personas could get so physical. That’s the long and short of it though. )

#creative writing #interactive fiction #persona #writeblr

[newlifemortgages]

The Rollercoaster Ride Of Ontario's Housing Market

The Rollercoaster Ride Of Ontario's Housing Market This year Ontario's housing market has been on an epic roller coaster ride. From plummeting prices to slight upticks, it's been a wild ride. But fear not! We're here to make sense of it all and get you up to speed—you don't even need a seat belt! So hang onto your wallets, and let's buckle up for a wild ride of ups and downs. Who knows what the future holds, but we'll be here to help you navigate it all! So sit back, relax, and let's dive into Ontario's housing market!

Let's start with the facts, shall we? According to WOWA.ca, the average home price in Ontario for the month of March 2023 was a mind-boggling $881,946, which is up 2% from the previous month. Can you believe it? It's the highest it's been since May 2022! I mean, who needs a kidney when you can own a 500-square-foot condo in Toronto? Am I right?

The current housing market in Ontario is a rollercoaster of emotions. One moment you're excited at the prospect of owning your own home, and the next, you're contemplating selling your kidney on the black market. While trends and data can be helpful, it's still important to approach them with skepticism.

But here's the good news, for homeowners at least. There has been a slight uptick in home sales in Ontario. According to the Canadian Real Estate Association (CREA), home sales increased by 2.3% from January to February 2023. Now, these numbers aren't staggering, but they do suggest that there might be some light at the end of the tunnel.

However, let's not get too carried away just yet. Admittedly, the data could suggest that the market is finally finding its footing. You might be thinking, 'The worst is over! It's time to throw caution to the wind and buy that dream house!' But hold your horses, folks. Let's consider the bigger picture.

Paraphrasing the wise words of Yogi Berra, 'It ain't over 'til it's over.' There are predictions that home prices will continue to fall before eventually stabilizing. In fact, two banks predict that home prices will drop by 25% by the end of 2023. And a study by Desjardins Economic Studies predicted up to a staggering 50% in some small towns like Bancroft.

So if you're looking for a bargain, maybe it's time to consider a move to a cozy little town called Bancroft.

The lack of supply has been driving up prices to ridiculous levels. I mean, how can people pay $1.5 million for a one-bedroom condo? It's madness

So, what's the solution, you ask? Well, as much as it pains me to say it, there's no easy fix to this problem. We need to start building more homes, plain and simple. And I'm not just talking about luxury condos for the 1%. We need affordable housing options for everyone, from young families to seniors on fixed incomes.

Now, I'm not an urban planner or anything, but I do know that we can't keep ignoring this issue. We need to get creative, think outside the box, and come up with some innovative solutions. Maybe we start building homes out of recycled materials. Or maybe we turn all of those vacant office buildings into affordable apartments. Who knows? The point is we need to start thinking differently if we want to solve this housing crisis once and for all.

Ah, the housing market can be a rollercoaster of highs and lows! So if you've got your eye on a property, now may be the time to invest - unless, of course you think Lady Luck is on your side and want to risk it all for an even bigger win. Remember though, the market could suddenly take off, and you could get left in the dust, so if you're planning on buying and living there for a while, it may be wise to nab that offer before someone else does! Cause when it comes to real estate, fortune really does favour the bold!

Well, everybody, that's all for today! We've talked about Ontario's housing market and how it's been fluctuating, like my two-year-old daughter's mood swings, from the ridiculous prices of homes to considering the sale of our kidneys. Sure, the market is unpredictable, just like trying to predict the weather in Canada! One day it can be sunny and bright real estate weather, and then the next moment, you could find yourself in a full-blown storm of uncertainty. So, be optimistic, but also be skeptical when it comes to this housing market. Always do your research and make informed decisions. As a mortgage agent, I've seen some interesting things in my day. But if you think you can just sit on your couch, twiddle your thumbs, and wait for the perfect moment to buy a house, you might be waiting a while. Life is short, my friends. And if you wait too long, you might just lose your marbles. So, be a tad skeptical, but also embrace the ride. Maybe the housing market will crash tomorrow, or maybe it won't. But either way, we need to enjoy life while we can. You've got to take action! You've got to be daring! You've got to be bold!

Stay tuned for our next blog post, where we'll discuss whether avocado toast is really the reason millennials can't afford homes.

https://www.newlifemortgages.ca/index.php/blog/post/153/the-rollercoaster-ride-of-ontario%E2%80%99s-housing-market

Dallas Martin

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#ontario #mortgage #realestate

[theventsblog]

I don’t even know where to start with this, everyday there’s something else I think about that absolutely breaks me when it comes to dads death and how things went from there. It’s a sad story.

I think the starting point should be the way in which we were all told (via WhatsApp group chat) that mum had met another man, and that’s not the worst of it, she decided to text the family chat telling us about this amazing new man she’d met 8 months after my dad died (who also knew my dad) ON MY FINAL DAY OF UNI. Like really? So what was supposed to be one of the most amazing, exciting, uplifting days of my life turned into one of the most awful days of my life in which I will never forget. After 4 years of hard work my plans after handing my final major project in was to go out, get drunk, and have a good time but no. Not anymore. Because my mother decided to send a lovely little message (sarcasm) into the family group chat announcing the fact that she had met a new man and was so totally loved up she needed to tell us. I mean, one, the man’s only been dead what? 8 months? Two, why would you tell your children over TEXT after their dad had died that you’d met someone else (have some balls and say it to our faces) and three, why on EARTH would you ever consider meeting a man that knew your dead husband and then proceeding to lay in bed with him (wording it politely). Coming round to OUR FAMILY HOME, sleeping in MY DADS BEDROOM, walking the area that MY DAD WORKED HIS ARSE OFF TO BUILD FOR OUR FAMILY, yes she helped too but this house was my dads dream. I mean it’s just ridiculous really. Now I’m actually saying it out loud I cannot believe the behaviour and this is only the start.

#grief #grieving #family #family death #father #vent #venting #ventblog #family issues #loss #life story #letitout #true story #family story

[overcomeanxietycolorado]

Are You Hurting But Avoiding Therapy?

Are you avoiding therapy because you don’t want to talk about the past?

I’ve heard people say it before. They don’t want to start over with a new therapist because they don’t want to have to start at the beginning and spend all that time on the past. They just want to get to the NOW.

And there are so many things to talk about in therapy right now!

How are you doing handling this pandemic?

Are you sad? Lonely? Bored at home?

Has this time alone activated your trauma? Do you feel like you were handling life pretty well, but now, everything is an effort?

Are you wondering if this is what depression feels like?

Has all this time alone made you hate your partner and daydream of running away? I get it. (Ok, except the part about hating my partner).

I went to a therapist myself last month.

I love going to therapy! But I didn’t this time.

I’ve enjoyed and thrived with some very good therapy in the past. Those relationships empowered me and enabled me to start my own private practice many years ago.

Therapy give me confidence that propelled me to move to a new city, because I wanted to. Therapy helped me uncover my dreams and make them come true.

I love going to therapy.

But last time I tried it, I did not love it. I was impatient.

I just wanted to talk, talk, talk. I didn’t want to answer questions about how I’d describe my father or what is my relationship with my siblings.

It wasn’t the therapist’s fault. I think she was probably a wonderful therapist. I respect her. But it didn’t work for me so I cancelled my next appointment. I told her we weren’t a good fit. I’m not sure that was technically true. We were fine.

It was the intake structure that wasn’t a good fit.

We learn as new therapists that you ask all the background questions before moving on to the here and now. You screen for addictions, suicidal ideation, dysfunctional family, major mental illness and all those important things. Yes, those are important.

But I am a high functioning woman who makes responsible decisions and does not generally harm myself or others. I don’t need to answer all those questions. It doesn’t help me feel better.

So this got me thinking, if I hate this process, my clients probably don’t like it either.

What if I screened for these important but boring facts in a quick questionnaire and we got to use the therapy time to talk? What if I let the client talk about whatever is on her mind right now?

If you start to sound suicidal or homicidal, I’ll definitely ask you about it. If you tell me about problem behavior, we’ll explore where that came from. If you just need to bitch about your spouse, we’ll go there.

After 20 years of helping people heal from their mental, emotional, spiritual wounds, I know I can weave these in a way that helps you feel heard and supported from day one.

This is talk therapy, but not just talk.

This is healing your trauma,

Calming your anxiety,

Helping you grapple with your addictions,

Skill building for your relationships,

Valuing yourself,

And unloading your burden.

You get to talk until you understand your feelings,

Clarify your wants and needs,

And make a plan if you want to.

You get to uncover your dreams and make them come true,

With a cheerleader, a supporter.

Will I really not ask about your childhood?

Of course I will, but I’ll ask when it fits. I’ll ask when it has the most therapeutic value for you. I know it’s hard to talk about certain things before you feel comfortable with a new person, even a highly trained therapist.

I’m not talking this lightly. I continue to train in therapy techniques, learning all I can about how the brain works. I continue to work on my own growth for myself and to make my work even better.

You may find that you really want to talk about your childhood.

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[lec743]

The Diary of Crystal the Human (An Adventure Time Fanfic)

God this one is so old. I really need to write another fic based on this universe. I miss it. Never finished this story. Had fun writing it though. I did the “writing in a diary” way of story telling... Ah, to be young.

Fanfiction - Such an old fic I never bothered putting it on AO3 and Wattpad

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CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINING PART ONE

Dear Anybody,

Let me set this strait. This is not a diary it's called a journal. Got it- good. And I'm only writing this incase I don't survive this insane old guy. Anyway let me start from when I decided to run away from home.

You see I live in this village we like to call The Village (I know. It's such an original name. *Eye roll*) that is in the middle of this huge evergreen forest clearing. All of the buildings are made from the surrounding trees that were built hundreds of years ago, maybe even after the Great Mushroom War. I'm not sure though, history was never my strong suit in school.

The houses all look the same, with their wooden one-story walls and drafty rafters, with nothing to look outside with. The only building that didn't look like the others was the schoolhouse. It had a giant bell on top of it and it had three floors to it, all with windows. The first floor holds kindergarten to fourth grade, the second floor holds fifth grade to eighth grade, and the last floor holds the ninth grade to twelfth grade.

Not long ago I graduated from high school. I was so proud of myself because I had big plans. I wanted to be an adventurer, to see beyond my quaint little village and see new amazing things. The night I graduated was when I told my father my dream. It was the biggest mistake I ever made.

***

"What!" he bellowed, "My daughter will do no such thing!"

"Why," I asked surprised by his out burst.

" Your engaged-"

Know it was my turn to shriek in protest, "What! Since when!"

"Since your birth. Before your mother died," he said softly before he lowered his head in sadness.

I lowered my head as well knowing very well how much dad misses her, but I couldn't let that fact stop me from getting an answer.

"What gives you the right to tell me who I marry," I demanded quietly.

"Because I am your father and I want you to be safe and close."

"But I'm only seventeen, who would you have marry me," I growled.

He crossed his meaty arms over his burly chest, "Weevil."

"What!" I shrieked, "That rat faced jackass! He's twenty years older than me!"

"And a friend of the family."

"But I don't even like him let alone love him!"

"Don't worry, you'll eventually grow to love him," he soothed.

***

I couldn't believe what I heard my own father say, each word was like a blunt knife forcing its way into my beating heart. Why was he able to fall in love with my mother? Why couldn't I find love like he did? Why did it have to be that stuck up jerk? I was so infuriated by what he said that I ran to my room ending the conversation.

For hours I stayed up ranting to myself about how unfair this was. Asking myself why mom would approve of this. Kicking random objects on the wooden floor of my room. Until I finally just collapsed on my bed from emotional exhaustion. What happened next is a little fuzzy and I don't remember it all so bear with me.

***

I was in a white dress that trailed on behind me forever, my shoulder length blond hair was out of its usual ponytail. In my hands was a bouquet of red roses that were dripping blood onto my white-gloved hands. I started to walk forward with no control over my legs while I heard a pipe organ play the wedding march Here Comes the Bride. To my sides I saw people everywhere standing up. Every one of them faceless, they were nothing but white masks. In front of me I saw whom I was walking towards. Weevil was at the alter wearing a black tuxedo, my father was behind said alter with a book in his hand. I tried to run away, scream, anything but I couldn't. I had no control over my body as I walked closer to the beady eyed, rat faced creep.

When I was standing by his side my father said, "Do you Weevil take my daughter to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," he said in his squeaky voice.

My father turned to me, "And do you Crystal take Weevil to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," the words slipped past my lips before I could bight my tongue.

"I know pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Again my body moved against my will as I turned toward the rat man. As Weevil came closer to me, my eyes closed on their own accord and I started leaning in. Finally my panic was so great that I was able to scream out, "I don't want to marry him!"

"Then don't marry him," said a deep smooth voice.

I was able to open my eyes; in front of me was an eight foot golden owl. My surroundings turned into a starry night and I was in my green tank top and blue jeans again.

"Don't marry him, go be an adventurer," he said again.

"I heard you the first time… Sir. But how do you expect me to do that, hmmm?"

"Running away seems to be a good option," the owl shrugged his wings.

"Yah, well who or were am I going to go to if I do decide to run away."

"Head north until you come across a crossroad on your travels," he pointed to a picture in the sky that looked like the part of the forest where my house was built by.

Then he flew right in front of my face and said in a creepy voice, "Now, wake up!"

***

I flew strait up in bed from the shock then I breathed a sigh of relieve. That's when I made my decision I was going to control my own destine and nobody was going to stop me. I lit the candle by my bed and got my green backpack from under my bed. I stuffed it with an extra shirt and pants, a thick brown winter sweeter, my knife, canteen, and compass. Then I threw my leather bound notebook, an inkwell and a dipping pin in to my bag. Slinging the pack over my shoulder I silently crept through the dark house so I didn't wake up my father in the room across from my own.

When I finally made it outside I noticed that it was gray signaling dawns arrival. I fished into my backpack for the compass; in the dim light of early morning I saw the compass needle, point north. Right into the direction the strange owl pointed me to in my dream. I ran to the edge of the forest hesitating for only a second, remembering all of the stories my father told me of people going into the evergreen forest but never coming back. Then I plunged into the foliage knowing that whether I was attacked by rainicorns or not I was never coming back anyways.

I stomped through the forest at a speed walking pace never letting up and always following the compass north. I went up and down steep hills; I jumped across very narrow but deep chasms, I swam across a river, naked (because it would be stupid to get your clothes and shoes wet) and I trudged through a great deal of the forest. By the time it was after mid day I was starving. But I was lucky because not far ahead I saw a raspberry bush filled with red, rip, and juicy berries. I rushed towards it saliva accidentally escaping my mouth. When I finally had a hand full of them in my mouth they were amazingly sweet, each berry exploding in my mouth with flavor and juice. I've had raspberries before but they were never this amazingly delicious.

While I was eating I noticed something strange. I saw a butterfly, now I've seen butterflies before but this one had human skulls on its wings. And when I reached out to touch it, it turned around. Instead of seeing the usual black stick like body of a butterfly I saw a miniature human skeleton holding a raspberry, its face dripping with its juices. From surprise and horror I jumped back with a self-stifled scream and I fell down on my butt. The skeletal butterfly flew inches from my face said something to me in an unknown angry squirrel like chatter while it shook its tinny fist in my face. Then it flew off with a huff still carrying the raspberry. I watched it dumfound as it flew from sight. Still staring I stood up and brushed myself off. Quickly I grabbed a hand full of raspberries and then I walked shakily away from the bush.

***

Not thirty minutes after that little incident I found my crossroad. Literally, I came across a dirt road. It looked well worn and used by a lot of people. Getting excited that this was what that owl guy meant I started to walk on the road heading toward were the sun would set that day. I was so happy that I was on this adventure, that I saw something new and that I will never have to marry that rat. I started to sing.

I was walking along, mindin' my business

when out of the orange colored sky!

Flash!

Bam

Ali-ca-zam

wonderful you came by

I was hummin' a tune

drinkin' in sunshine

when out of that orange colored view

Wham

Bam

Ali-ca-zam

I got'a look at you

Then suddenly I felt a pain on the back of my head and everything went black.

I woke up first noticing how cold I was, the air the floor, it was like I was sleeping in the belly of an iceberg. Then I noticed the chit chatting of womanly voices. When I tried to sit up pain split through my head like a lightning bolt and a groan escaped my lips. Then the room went quiet.

***

"Oh my glob look she's getting up," stated a deep diva voice.

"Yes we can see that LSP," said a sweet voice.

***

Someone was gently pushing me back down on to my back. When my head was placed back on to my backpack I looked up to see a woman. She was wearing glasses, brown hair pulled back into pigtails with a jewel hanging from her forehead and wearing what looked like a button up lab coat over an orange sweater dress. And she had a strange green complexion to her skin.

***

"Don't get up too fast, that hit to the head that the Ice King gave you was pretty bad. Wait awhile before you try again," she said in a light nasally voice.

"Okay," I said weakly.

"Do you remember your name?"

"It's Crystal."

"Do you know what day it is today?"

"Saturday."

"Good. Now which hand is your right hand?"

I lifted up my arm that was by where she was sitting next to me.

"Good. Now we are going to try sitting up again alright?"

I nodded then she clasped my hands and pulled me up into a sitting position.

"My name is Doctor Princess," she said pointing to herself.

"That's Princess Bubblegum," she pointed to an all pink person. Her skin, her long hair, her dress all was pink. She was wearing a circlet that had only one point and had a blue stone on top of it. She smiled and side hello in her sweet voice.

"That's Lumpy Space Princess," she pointed to a floating purple cloud. But when the pink girl elbowed it. It turned around showing a displeased face with a yellow star on her forehead.

"Hey," she said in that deep diva voice unenthusiastically.

"That's Slime Princess," she pointed to a little lump of green muck. She was wearing a circlet like the pink girl but it had a green stone on the top instead of blue. She waved her little nubby arm and said hello in a very regal kind of voice.

"That's Raggedy Princess," She pointed to what looked like a sock with only legs, with two button eyes one black the other green, and her long brown hair was holding up what looked like a giant broken piece of glass. She came out of hiding from behind the pink girl, gave me a quick nod and said hello in a shy quiet voice. Then she went back to hiding.

"And lastly that's Wildberry Princess," she pointed me to a giant red raspberry with thin green arms and legs. A stem and leaf was sticking out on top of her head. On top of the stem was a tinny three-point crown; in the middle of the crown was a red jewel. She said hello to me in a sort of high-pitched kind of voice.

***

For a long time all I did was stare at them. Slowly I turned to the woman calling herself Doctor Princess.

***

"I think I got hit harder on the head than you think?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You're green, she's pink, she's a purple cloud, she's a giant fruit, she's a ball of slime, and she's a sock with feet," I said while pointing to each princess, "So I'm pretty sure I'm hallucinating."

"Oh, for a second there you had me worried. No you're not hallucinating, you're seeing what you're seeing," she said with a smile.

***

I just stared at her for a long time while the information sunk in. When I finally accepted the truth of the matter I grabbed my head, doubled over forward, and groaned.

***

"Maybe we presented her with too much information for her to handle," Princess Bubblegum said sympathetically.

"Maybe we should ask her some questions about her self," suggested Raggedy Princess.

"Did she just call me a purple cloud," Lumpy Space Princess yelled, "I'm going to kill her!"

"No! It is bad enough she was kidnapped like the rest of us," Wildberry Princess shouted while she and Slim Princess was holding her back.

"And she has it worst than us because he thinks she looks like Fionna which is why he threatened us to changer her into the costume he made," Slime Princess finished.

***

That's when I noticed the blue skirt. Slowly I stood up while I was still looking down. I had on knee high white socks with black strap shoes. I was wearing a blue mini-skirt and a form fitting blue short-sleeved t-shirt. When I looked up again a piece of white fabric fell down in front of my face. I pulled the hat off of my head my blond hair falling across my shoulders. It was white with bunny ears on top of it.

***

The hat still in hand I looked up at the others, "What did you guys do with my stuff?"

"We put your belongings in your backpack," answered Princess Bubblegum.

I picked up my bag from the floor and switched out my brown sweeter for the white bunny hat. Then I shouldered my green pack and turned to Doctor Princess.

"Thank you for bandaging my head when I was out cold."

"Your welcome."

"And thank you all for being so nice to me," I said to the others, "I'm sorry for being so rude."

"Humph, you should be. I'm a princess and I deserve to be treated like a princess," Lumpy Space Princess huffed. Everybody turned to her and glared.

"What?"

"It's alright Crystal it's obvious that you've never been here before. Where do you come from?" Princess Bubblegum asked.

"Oh, I come from a human village."

Everybody gasped but Doctor Princess and Princess Bubblegum.

"You're, human," they all cried out in surprise.

"And there is more of you," questioned Doctor Princess.

"Yah, why," I asked, weirded out by their out burst.

"Well, its just we've thought humans have been extinct for hundreds of years," explained Princess Bubblegum.

"Oh."

***

I didn't say any more and they didn't ask any questions. While I was standing there in that terribly drafty skirt I looked around at my surroundings. The walls, floor and celling were nothing but smooth blue ice. There were thick icicle cell bars to my left. I walled over to it. Outside the cage bar doors I saw a bed with cheetah bed sheets that was messy and unmade to my right. To my left I saw a drum kit with the title #1 BABE tattooed on the big drum in the middle tucked into a corner. Everywhere there were sheets of paper, different articles of clothing strewn across the floor and a random instrument here and there. The walls, floor and celling was also made of blue ice.

***

"So, who is this guy again that kidnaped us, where are we, and when do we escape?"

"The wizard that kidnaped us is called the Ice King," Slime Princess said with a shiver.

"He kidnaps us because he's looking for a princess who will marry him," continued Raggedy Princess.

"But nobody will because he's old, crazy and ugly," stated Lumpy Space Princess.

"We are in the castle of the Ice Kingdom," replied Princess Bubblegum.

"And we'll be rescued by our hero, Finn," Wildberry Princess said excitedly.

Half of the room swooned. I raised an eyebrow.

"He's that great, is he," I said with skepticism in my voice.

"Oh yes, he's strong," sighed Wildberry Princess.

"Kind," blushed Raggedy Princess

"He has supper hot lumps," Lumpy Space Princess said while rubbing her hands over her body in a weird way.

"Very heroic," stated Princess Bubblegum in a matter of fact tone.

"He's helpful," added Slime Princess.

"And a great patient," finished Doctor Princess.

"Okay then, I guess I can't wait to meet him."

#adventure time #fanfiction #adventure time oc #this was basically a self insert story