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bouncinghedgehoghasattitude · 4 months

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#quotes #quoteoftheday #quotations #fit in #motivation #life quotes

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downfalldestiny · 1 year

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Be a Good Man not a Nice Guy ♠️ !.

#Good #Man #Nice #Guy #Life #Choice #downfalldestiny #downfall #life #Fit in #Character

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1introvertedsage · 4 days

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life-is-pulchritudinous · 8 months

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#trying #trying too hard #nothing lasts forever #alien #fit in #belong #forever

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shiningdesignersreflections · 4 months

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Chapter 2: Encounter

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: A week ago, Ashley had come to a chapel in the outskirts of Ninir with her friends at Strange.

Narrator: The architectural lines here are soft, exuding a peaceful and warm vibe.

Narrator: The sunlight paints the plain gray walls with warm hues. The vibrant colors of the garden can be seen through the lattice of the old iron gate.

Narrator: A burst of laughter can be heard. A woman with a warm smile is leading several children to the door.

Cersei: The dean is here to pick us up. Don't be nervous, Ashley, they're all friendly people.

Narrator: Ashley had come to this place largely because of her friend, Cersei the witch.

Narrator: Only those who are viewed as perfect beauties are accepted in Ninir. Therefore, the imperfect children are usually abandoned or sent to the chapel.

Narrator: This was where Cersei grew up until she was adopted when she was 13. It's the first time she has returned after her adoption.

Narrator: Although she's never seen Cersei use real magic, getting to meet Cersei's friends from Strange is already a miracle to Ashley.

Narrator: Ever since they heard Ashley sing, they have encouraged her to participate in all kinds of singing performances. However, Ashley has never been able to take that step.

Narrator: Until Cersei invited her to the chapel where she once lived.

Cersei: It's very similar to the Dorm of the Strange, so she should be right at home.

Friends: Go ahead. We'll come with you.

Little Girl: Cersei IV...

Cersei: Wrong, it's Cersei XIV! Too bad, none of the newcomers know the descendants of the witch.

Dean: Cersei, who is this girl?

Cersei: It's Ashley, the amazing singer. She is definitely the best singer for prayer songs.

Narrator: Feeling a little shy at Cersei's enthusiastic recommendation, Ashley keeps wringing her skirt in her hands restlessly.

Ashley: Oh, hello... Um... um... I...

Narrator: The dean takes Ashley's suitcase and smiles.

Dean: Everyone, come on in. We can take a few days to get to know each other. I will take you to your rooms first.

Narrator: A child gives them a tour, showing them everything, from the rarest plants to the most sought-after dishes in the cafeteria. His eyes may be tiny, but his smile is extraordinarily brilliant.

Narrator: In the art studio, children are making imaginative drawings. In the dormitory, each door is adorned with strange but unique name tags.

Narrator: Now Ashley understands what Cersei meant. This place is indeed very similar to the Dorm of the Strange.

Narrator: While the people of NInir pursue absolute beauty, these "imperfect" children can still freely pursue beauty here in the chapel.

Narrator: As the thought crosses Ashley's mind, her footsteps feel lighter.

Narrator: After settling in, Ashley goes to the courtyard alone, where the flowers and plants are well taken care of.

Narrator: While Ashley is admiring a blooming rose, Cersei passes by carrying a box of colorful costumes.

Cersei: Ashley, don't forget about the rehearsal tonight.

Ashley: Sure.

Cersei: Still nervous?

Ashley: I want to find a quiet place to practice... alone.

Cersei: Got it. I'll get out of your way.

Narrator: Cersei casts a confidence enchantment on Ashley, then leaves.

Narrator: Ashley continues walking deeper into the courtyard, where she sees a small boy hugging his knees and staring at a big tree.

Narrator: Worrying that her face would scare him, Ashley quickly walks away, but the boy stops her unexpectedly.

Boy: Miss?

Narrator: Ashley stops in her tracks and hesitates before turning around.

Boy: Are you a good friend of Miss Cersei's?

Ashley: Hm?

Narrator: Ashley turns and looks at him. The boy's face is soft and refined, unlike the other "less beautiful" children in the hall.

Narrator: Realizing this, Ashley turns her face away again, letting her hair cover the ugly marks on her face.

Narrator: The boy gazes at Ashley sincerely, his eyes as clear as water.

Boy: Miss, can you help me bring down the little bird in the tree?

Ashley: Little bird?

Narrator: Ashley is curious. Her eyes follow the boy's finger pointing to the treetops, and quickly see something white among the dense green leaves.

Boy: That's my pet bird, Gray. It's been playing up there for too long today. I want to bring it home.

Narrator: The branch the bird is perching on isn't too high. The boy should be able to reach it if he jumps. Ashley still agrees to help, but when she stands up on her tiptoes, the bird flies away.

Ashley: I'm sorry...

Boy: It's okay. It will come back tomorrow.

Narrator: The boy speaks calmly and confidently, waves goodbye to Ashley. Only then does Ashley realize that the boy has a slight limp.

Cersei: Ashley, shall we eat?

Narrator: Ashley hears Cersei calling from behind and quickly turns and responds. She walks towards her friends, all the while wondering if the bird will return to the boy.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

#ashley #shining nikki #chapter 2 #transcript #ninir #ninir kingdom #ssr designer #encounter #bird #disabled #fit in #chapel #friend

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the-kitten69 · 4 months

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#tone it down #fit in #not going to happen

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floppyponysart · 6 months

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In case you don't get what this art is about. Let me quote one of my fav songs "I'm not who you think I am. I slipped a stranger inside. It helps the nights go quicker but I diminish each time"

still don't get it? basically this is Floppy trying to fit in with the cool crowd but losing sight of the real her by doing so.

prompt list credit goes to @nihidea-art

forgot the wings lol fudge!

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theradiojunkie · 8 months

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Meows at the um um dashboard?

#act natural #fit in #/pos

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womenareonline · 11 months

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On fitting in and being yourself

Most times when I’m writing I like to give a context of what triggered me to write this but this time the context is a bit odd so I’m just going to try and explain it in a vague way.

I heard a guy (let’s call him F) who is supposed to be friends with another guy (let’s call him T). F would dismiss T, he was saying T wasn’t that big of a deal and made it sound like he was better than T. Everything I’ve seen about T he seems to really like F and work hard to be like him or at least fit around him. T however could very well be his own person, he has every element and character to just be himself. But he tries very hard to fit in into F’s circle and be someone he likes.

This story brought me back to my high school days. In my late teen years, I moved to another country, which is very different than my home, where I already felt different. Not to be that girl but I always felt a bit different. Maybe because of how I grew up or just my personality. Anyways, back to me moving to another country. I didn’t realize until I left the country how much I had changed to fit in, to not feel like I was different than the rest. I didn’t realize until recently how I wasn’t like them. I became a different person because I wanted to fit in. I tried so hard to be like all these people but never realize that wasn’t me and I didn’t want to be that.

At some point, maybe in university or once I became an adult I realize who I wanted to be, and became that. At some point I realize I don’t want to be like F to fit in with him, I didn’t want to laugh at his joke, I didn’t want to change myself to be like him. Or anyone. I wanted to be whoever I wanted.

I am not saying it’s easy. But I think that at one point in our lives we realize who we want to be and if that’s not being like A or B it’s fine. We need to find who we truly are and make sure we are not being someone to please a friend, a family member, or just anyone. I’m very happy that at 27 I can honestly say I am being me, I am being who I want to be.

I think it can be scary as well. Because who exactly are we? What if who we are is not what people want and we lose them? Or we get make fun of? What if who we are is someone who the world doesn’t like? But as long as you are not hurting anyone, who actually cares? And if they do then, focus on yourself. It’s insane how much we care about other people and what they do when they are really just going whatever they want to do and makes them happy.

We live in a constant search for happiness and when someone is being themselves and happy we need to destroy that. Just do whatever you want to, as long as you don’t hurt anyone. And I hope that eventually T realizes all of this and becomes his own person and stops trying so hard to fit into a crowd he doesn’t belong and be himself.

Life is too short to try so hard to fit into a group of people you are not part of :)

#fit in #writing #writer #personal #being me #female writers #Writers and Poets #poetsandwriters

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kitsebastianconnor · 11 months

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#personal tag #kinda sucks when you're in a good mood but then your mom has to go and ruin it #she just basically reminded me how my sister is go out having fun 'living' and im at home either studying or watching tv and struggling to #fit in

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dk-thrive · 2 years

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I’m the one who worries if I fit in with the furniture and the landscape.

You always belonged here. You were theirs, certain as a rock. I’m the one who worries if I fit in with the furniture and the landscape. But I “follow too much the devices and desires of my own heart.” Already the curves in the road are familiar to me, and the mountain in all kinds of light, treating all people the same. and when I come over the hill, I see the house, with its generous and firm proportions, smoke rising gaily from the chimney. I feel my life start up again, like a cutting when it grows the first pale and tentative root hair in a glass of water.

― Jane Kenyon, “Here” in Otherwise: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press; August 1, 1997)

#Jane Kenyon #here #belong #fit in #odd

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slut4poets · 1 year

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Explosive thoughts

I wonder where they come from

These nights I’ve been wondering

What I’ve turned into

Will there ever be a mold I can fit in?

Is there space for me to think?

- Restrained