#how do i do colours someone help it was painful 'dies'

[neteyamslovrr]

Luvv your writing, i hope u can do a aonung x fem reader wherein theres part where she almost died (I guess like neteyam) like maybe in later parts and aonung was super worried and thought she actually died which she did but somehow came back and became absolutely clingy and like guardian or overprotective if ever she get hurt the slightest. Idk how will u write but hopefully u can consider thiss❤️❤️

I'm Right Here

summary:  ao’nung witnessing your near death made him feel hopeless, and he promised to never let anything hurt you again.

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It all happened so quickly, guns were blazing and the screams of all kinds of life rung through the night sky. You were there to follow Lo’ak as he went to warn Payakan, you didn’t realise this would be the start of a massacre.

You, Tsireya, and Tuk all had begun to creep onto the ship. “Tuk this is a terrible idea!” You whispered as she continued to make her way through the boat.

The boats alarms were flaring as you split away from Tuk and Tsireya. Finding another direction to make sure you could find Kiri. A scream filled your ears as you turned to see Tuk restraining to be tied again.

It was all blur when it happened. You ran so fast you brain couldn’t think. Jumping onto the back of Quaritch strangling him in hopes to get him off Tuk. But it failed miserably.

As he tied Tuk he simultaneously flung you off his back with a hard crash to the ground.

“Y/N!” you heard beside yourself, a worried shriek to keep your consciousness before hissing at the demon in front of you.

Tackling him to the ground he threw you again. “Oh you just don’t stop do you?” He chuckled pulling a gun out of his utility belt.

“Y/N run! Run!” Kiri shrieked. Your legs took off but still not fast enough. Not fast enough to miss the shot he fired.

Pain filtered through your body. If you weren’t so determined to not drown you would have let the pain paralyze you. Floating on the top of the water you quietly called out for someone to help you. The pain was unbearable. A bullet gliding across the top of your ribs was enough to have you scream.

“Y/N! Shit Y/N. Tsireya come over here!” Ao’nung found you barely able to keep afloat. The water surrounding you a red colour inciting worry in everyone.

Ao’nung couldn’t breathe seeing you in so much pain he couldn’t take it. You couldn’t leave him. You weren’t allowed to.

Tsireya came over quickly wearing a horrified look. “She need’s to go back to the village, Mother will help her.” Ao’nung carefully picked you up onto an ilu to ride back to his village.

You started to cough little bits of blood splattering to litter your face. “Fuck Y/N, it’s okay mother will help, I promise.” You cradled into him, your tears staining his chest.

“It hurts Ao’nung, it hurts so much.” Your voice was barely audible, you didn’t want to die, not here, not now.

“It’s okay Y/N its all going to be okay. See we’re here back at the village. Hold on for me okay?” Ao’nung’s comforting words were desperate, almost like he was comforting himself. He screamed for help running to his mother.

Ronal’s face was the same as Tsireya’s when she first saw you. Horrified. The red blossomed throughout your chest decorating your cyan skin.

Ao’nung sat beside you the whole time, he held onto your hand. Begging, praying, pleading with Eywa. He couldn’t lose you, not today, not ever. Ronal did every trick she knew, to bring you back to health. But she could only do so much.

Hour’s pass, and the hours turn into days. The war finished, the Sullys were back but you were still in a coma. Your body was weak, and your skin was pale. The wound had been threaded together by Ronal and your chest rose slowly and shakily.

Everyone tried to convince Ao’nung to leave your side, to get out of the darkness of where you rested. But no one was persuasive enough to convince him to leave you.

He thought if he left you, that you would leave him. Maybe his pleading worked because as he cried into your hair, begging for you to wake.

Your eyelids began to flutter open. The little light filtering through the pod still made you hiss. Ao’nung’s breath hitched. “Y/N? Y/N? are you awake?” He asked immediately holding onto your cheeks. His tears turned into sobs as he saw your scrunched up face and green eyes glowing at him.

“Rough nap I had.” You joked before Ao’nung littered kisses all across your face. Ao’nung swore to himself that he’d never let you get hurt again. He would never ever lose you again.

Months pass and you were fully healed. You could swim, run, walk and laugh just as well as everyone else. But what the shot affected the most was the relationship between you and Ao’nung.

You were promised to each other even before the war. But now that he had almost lost you and he was connected to you by the hip.

Every morning he’d wake next to you and tell you how grateful he was to wake up next to you. He’d constantly come up behind you, hugging you, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings. After the shot, any piece of his tough guy exterior was disintegrated by you.

You knew he was overprotective of you before, but now more than ever. He’d guide you down steps, he’d always walk in front of you and when you were hunting he always tagged along. He couldn’t handle the thought of you being injured again.

You were out hunting, Ao’nung lagged behind chatting with Roxto, it was nice to see him relax with his friends. You had the tool in your right hand aimed at a medium sized fish. Pressing the trigger, you let out a pained shout. The device malfunctioned slightly cutting the bottom of your palm deeply.

Your shout immediately got Ao’nung’s attention. The sound of your pained voice brought back deep memories of your body bleeding out and he immediately rushed to were you had risen above the water.

“Y/N, Are you hurt, what’s wrong?, Do you need help?” His eyes frantically looked for an injury, his gaze always wondering down to your scar.

“I’m fine, I just cut my hand.”

“Let me see.” He grabbed your hand and saw the blood gushing out of your hand. For some reason seeing it made him start to tear up. His emotions were a wreck and staring at you hurt, it was a reflection of his worst fear.

Seeing the cut, it made him feel like he couldn’t protect you, just like he couldn’t protect you that day. The feelings of grief and fear hit him like a strong wave as the tears rolled down his face.

“Ao’nung why are you crying?”

“Let’s get you a bandage.” He ignored your queries about his tears until you both reached the shore.

Dragging you back to his tent he still wiping his face. Trying to rid of the evidence that he ever cried.

“Ao’nung stop.” You sat him down, and you sat in his lap. “Why are you crying my love?”

Ao’nung looked into your green eyes, those same eyes he saw almost lose their light that day. With a bandage in hand he slowly wrapped your hand to then rest it in on his heart.

“When you bleed… it reminds me of that day.” Frowning it clicked to why he panicked so much to your blood. “It reminds me of how helpless I was to help you, how I couldn’t do anything but watch you die.”

“But Ao’nung, I’m right here. I’m right here, you haven’t lost me, not yet.”

He let out a sad chuckle mixed into a sniffle. “Yeah.. you are right here.”

Softly you kissed his cheeks were his tears stained his skin. Ao’nung indulged in your presence, calming himself down as he felt your touch.

“I’ll never leave you Ao’nung, I promise.”

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authors note: hope you enjoyed! this one was rlly angsty. (also that photo of ao'nung is feral)

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Another Chance

Summary: Y/n is a fallen star. Lucien finds her.

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A/n: my second fic for my first @starfallweek celebration🥳

so, as we all know, i cant live without my baby boi luc, so out of the three random fics i started writing yesterday, this made it to the finish line.

also, i couldnt decide who to pick because, this fic was obviously going to be an x reader fic, but then i got the brilliant idea to make it Jesminda x luc, but now i present to you.... THIS!!!!

(@daycourtofficial please dont kill me ily)

anyways, enjoy!

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If someone got dropped in the middle of a night court's forest and didn't know, all they had to do was wait till the sun set.

After that, the dark practically screamed Night court.

Walking through the thick roots blanketing the ground, it seemed like there was no light in the world, the canopy so thick that even the light from the travelling stars that filled the night sky was hard to penetrate.

The air was still, though the occasional breeze made Lucien shiver as he wandered around aimlessly, trying to pass the time until he returned to the human lands so Vassa and Jurian didn't question him about his early arrival.

Lucien glanced down to his feet as he kicked a rock, then stomped on a fallen branch. In front of him, Lucien could see a clearing coming into view, but he decided to turn away.

That is until the world suddenly brightened, and Lucien's head whipped up to see a bright streak of light flying straight toward that clearing.

He watched as it- the star- collided with the ground and soil flew in every direction, a loud thud echoing in the aftermath before silence again enveloped the forest.

Lucien was sprinting towards the dent in the earth the moment he got his bearings, tripping and falling over his own feet. His heart beat in his ears, telling him to hurry and go to her.

Lucien did not understand this sudden urge, but he did not fight it as he sped up.

Just a few feet away from the shallow crater in the earth, Lucien's ears picked up on sounds.

Groans of pain emanated from whatever had landed in the clearing, and for the first time since Lucien saw it beelining towards the ground, he was on edge and wondering if this was a good idea.

Oh well.

Peering in, Lucien's whole body froze as he studied the softly moving form of... of a fae.

What the fuck?

Lucien's brain had stopped working, for he could do nothing but stare at the female and think about how she felt familiar.

Too familiar.

The colour of her hair, the tone of her skin, the shape of her body...

With a jolt, Lucien realised why she felt so familiar.

This was not a random fae. This was Lucien's first and only love. The one he had watched die in front of his eyes.

Jesminda.

Y/n Jesminda Flores.

She glanced up after a moment of squirming, her eyes widening with relief when she found Lucien staring at her.

"Lucien? Help me out please."

As if in a trance, Lucien watched his hand extend and grasp hers, tears springing in his eyes when his skin touched hers, the familiarity and comfort of it threatening to break him.

He did not feel anything, numb and confused as he watched her dust herself off, still in the bloody slip she had been wearing when she was kill-

No.

Lucien could not think back to that time, for if he did, he would lose any and all composure he had managed to hold on to.

"Jesminda? How- I... how?"

She glanced up at him, a furrow between the brows Lucien used to kiss every chance he got.

"What? Why do you look like someone bit you in the ass huh?" A teasing smile, the one Lucien would have died for, graced her lips, and finally, despite his efforts, a tear slipped out of his eye.

"Y/n, how are you here? I... you- you died."

"Oh shut it Lucien, what do you mean I died? I'm standing here in front of you aren't I?" She glanced behind her to the crater, then frowned down at her slip. "Though I would love to have a chat with whoever put me in that crater and in this ugly thing. Why would someone put a bloody-"

She didn't get to finish, because the next moment, Lucien was wrapped around her, holding her as if he wanted to kill her from lack of air.

"Lucien- Oh mother- stop. I can't breathe."

She tried to slap him on the back, his waist, anywhere she could reach, but he did not budge.

"Y/n- Y/n you died. You were killed in front of me." He sobbed, burying his face in her shoulder.

Y/n froze. "What the hell are you talking about Lucien? I'm..." She trailed off, then quickly pushed him away. "Lucien, what day is it?"

He sniffed. "Starfall in the Nigh court."

She blinked, then turned her face towards the sky. "Was I really killed?"

He nodded.

"Then maybe the stories were true."

"What stories?" Lucien questioned as he discreetly tried to wipe his face on the sleeve of his jacket.

"My mother used to tell me. The souls that travel during starfall? Sometimes the Mother grants them another chance in life, but its so rare that barely anyone knows about it."

She grabbed Lucien's arms, tears now streaming down her face.

"If what you're saying is true, which I believe you, then the Mother has blessed us."

He blinked at her, brain unable to grasp anything. "I-"

She laughed, her head tossed back. "Oh Lucien, my love my heart, what would I ever do without you."

Lucien smiled, starting to believe this was not some cruel joke the mother was playing on him.

She quieted down after a moment, looking at him with the eyes she could only use when in the safety of his rooms.

So much love, too much adoration swirled in the depths of those eyes, a window to her soul.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Its been centuries-"

"Centuries?! What the fuck??"

Lucien laughed then, like the way he'd never laughed since she left him.

"Cauldron boil me, you need to give me all the drama that happened while I was doing mother knows what." She glanced down. "But before that, maybe let me take a shower. And your clothes."

Lucien pulled her in for a kiss before she could demand anything else.

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[a-case-of-attachment]

So in Hell’s Greatest Dad, Lucifer tells Charlie that ‘with a punch of a pentagram’ and ‘usually I charge a sacrificial lamb’ when he’s offering to help her with the hotel and it got me thinking. Surely he must have had people sacrifice things in his honour or for favours before right? So….what if when something is sacrificed to him it ends up down in Hell?

It works like some sort of inter dimensional postal service. Lucifer will just be doing whatever then a portal will open up above him full of weird oil slick coloured clouds and lightening cracking across the endless sky with the boom of thunder not far behind. Out of the portal flies a cherub sized faun wearing a shirt, waistcoat and bow tie brandishing a clipboard that’s got the contract attached to it. All the important things will be on there like who’s doing the sacrificing, what they are sacrificing and what they want in exchange for it. Lucifer can either accept the sacrifice and sign the document, giving the sinner what they want or just straight up refuse to sign, decline the sacrifice and instead have it sent off to purgatory.

The problem is that Lucifer is so jaded that he doesn’t even bother reading the contracts any more. Sinners all want the same thing anyway, fame, fortune, revenge, so what’s the point even bothering to look these days? It’s not like he gets that many sacrifices in his name anymore and when he does it’s mostly just lambs and goats, the occasional dog or guinea pig and a cat that one time. He often just gives them to people as pets, it’s how Charlie had gotten razzle and dazzle.

But you know, people are deranged and over the centuries there have been a handful of human souls that come his way. Lucifer never accepts those, often get angry that people actually think killing someone would make him happy. Shocker, it doesn’t. All it did was prove that humans really are just the worst, a race of violent psychopaths hellbent on causing as much pain and destruction as they can. Yes Lucifer felt bad that these people had died and for nothing but he wasn’t about to reward some lowlife scumbag for taking another’s life so unfortunately that meant the sacrificed soul was purgatory bound. It wasn’t ideal but it also wasn’t permanent. At least there they would get the chance to move onto heaven eventually and not be stuck in this infernal nightmare for all of eternity.

So no, Lucifer didn’t do human sacrifices. Except, well, maybe he did.

It was an accident! Lucifer had been distracted, him and Charlie having a slight disagreement about the hotel and her expectations when it came to heaven. He hadn’t meant to upset her but she needed to realise that very few angels would be as open to the idea of redemption as he or Emily had been. It had been just about the time Lucifer had been urging Charlie to proceed with caution when it came to Heaven that a portal opens above him, a little faun flying out, clipboard already in hand and looking down at Lucifer through the spectacles perched on its nose.

Lucifer had attempted to ignore the blasted thing but it just flys around his head, brandishing the clip board and tapping impatiently at its wristwatch until Lucifer finally had enough and snatches the board off him, quickly flipping to the back and signing it before shoving it back at the startled faun. It just huffs at him, jotting something down before tearing off a sheet and giving it back to Lucifer only to disappear back into the portal. Lucifer doesn’t look at the contract he just signed, not caring what shallow and self serving thing the mortal had asked for. He goes back to Charlie, continuing to urge to not trust heaven so easily, all the while holding his arms out expectantly to catch whatever animal is going to drop out of the portal.

Lucifers expecting a lamb or a goat, heavyish for a human but nothing for him, except he gets something much larger and heavier, the shock of it knocking Lucifer to the ground. His first thought is some wretched mortal had sacrificed a cow or horse, either to lazy to find the usual offering or thinking the bigger the sacrifice the better the reward. Either way Lucifer is already regretting his choice to grant their wish, no clue what he is supposed to do with a cow other than send it down to a farm on wrath. Grumbling Lucifer sits up slightly, tugging at his hat that had been pushed down over his eyes but when he mages to pull his hat off Lucifer realises it’s so much worse than a cow.

There’s a person on his lap. A very human person sprawled across his lap and legs, their weight pinning him to the floor. You are dressed all in a white, the fabric almost see through though the top part was stained red with blood. Lucifer can’t look past your chest, the demonic sigils carved there still oozing blood. When he does manage to look up it’s to fined wide fear filled eyes staring back at him. The two of you just stare at one another, Lucifer feeling more and more panicked as the seconds drag on whilst you look close to passing out.

The whole room is silent and Lucifer just knows that they are all staring at the two of you, just as shocked as him and waiting for one of you to do something. Charlie is the first one to make a move, slowly creeping across the room to lay a hand on your shoulder. She probably meant to be a reassuring gesture but it’s a mistake nonetheless. It startled you, causing you to fall from Lucifers lap and giving you the first real view of the room and the rest of its inhabitants. Things go about as well as you would think.

You start screaming, Charlie panics as she tries to calm you down but only makes it worse, Angel dust offers you a drink that gets knocked out his hand and ends up all over Husk and Alastor offers to silence you permanently. Needless to say that none of what they are doing helps calm you down or make you feel any less afraid and all Lucifer does is sit there, staring down at the smear of red on his white pants and struggling to wrap his head around what in the hell is happening because he couldn’t have just accepted a human soul as payment. He’s never done that before, never, and yet there you are, cowering in the corner like a frightened animal, eyes franticly darting around as you look for some form of escape.

It’s that look of pure terror that gets Lucifer up and moving, handing off his hat and cane to Charlie as he gets everyone to back up and give you some space. He approached you slowly, hands held up in front of him to show you he meant no harm and keeping his voice soft and calm as he tells you that no one’s going to hurt you, that your safe here with them. He makes sure to leave a little bit of space between you when he stops, sinking down into a crouch so he’s eye level though you won’t look at him for long, eyes darting around at even the slightest movement. You’re still bleeding, the sigil for his name looking the deepest. It makes Lucifer feel sick, that someone could do this to you and claim that it’s in his honour. He found no honour in an act like this, only hate and disgust, igniting a strong desire inside him to hunt down those responsible and show them the same kindness they had you.

It takes a good few minutes of Lucifer talking at you before he gets any form of response. He introduces himself, tells you once more that he isn’t going to hurt you and that he just wants to help and maybe even clean up those markings so they don’t get infected. It’s slow going but eventually you give him a slight nod, uncurling from where you had been trying to make yourself as small as possible so he can get a better look at the ugly mess of cuts on your chest. He startled you when he conjures water and a cloth, Lucifer apologising as you bang into the wall behind you in an attempt to get away from the sudden action. He does get you to calm down though, at least enough for him to clean away the blood and apply bandages.

These wounds will not disappear like the injuries the now resident of Hell would sustain, their origin in magic and acting as a physical sign of your binding to him. But Lucifer vows to look after them and you, after all this is all his fault and though he knows that Charlie would care for you if he was to up and leave he can’t bring himself to do so. It’s his responsibility to look after you, you are his after all and isn’t that just a horrific twisted little thought. Lucifer wants to cry, to beg your forgiveness because unless he was to gift your soul to another you were bound to him from now until eternity, forced to obey his every request regardless of what you wanted. He can’t cry though, not when you already are, silent tears rolling down your cheeks and dripping off your chin onto his hand and arm as he cleans away the blood. So he fights back the tears, completely focused on his task and trying to be as gentle as he possibly can be.

When he’s done and the now ruined rag and pink water are vanished away with the wave of his hand Lucifer doesn’t know what else to do other than offer you a safe space of your own and a comfortable bed to sleep in so he does exactly that. You look terrified when he asks if you would like to go to bed, eyes dropping down to just below his belt. Lucifer might actually be sick when he realises what you are scared is going to happen and he can’t get the words out quick enough to reassure you that he means to sleep and that you will be the only person in the room. His obvious horror at the implication seems to reassure you and you give him a small nod.

You use the wall to support you getting up but as soon as you go to take a step forward your legs buckle and Lucifer has to lurch forward to grab hold of you before you can hit the floor. Your to weak, wether that be from the shock or the blood loss Lucifer doesn’t know, possibly both, but what he does know is you are not going to make it up the several flights of stairs on your own.

He asks before picking you up, waiting for you to give him a nod of agreement before he slips one hand behind your back and the other behind your knees. It’s nothing for him to pick you up but it had you squeaking in surprise, flinging your arms around his neck and pulling yourself tighter against him. Lucifer can’t help laugh softly, assuring you that he was stronger than he looked and that he wouldn’t drop you. You don’t seem to buy it though, your hold around his neck tightening as you hide your head against his shoulder. He can’t blame you for being scared, Licifer looks like a strong breeze would send him stumbling but he supposes that’s one of the perks of being an angel, he’s stronger than he looks.

It’s only when he turns around that Lucifer realises the rooms completely empty except for the two of you. He doesn’t know when everyone else disappeared but he’s grateful for it, not sure how you would have reacted to a room full of weird looking people staring at you. He talks to you the whole time up to your room, telling you where he was taking you and a little about the hotel and it’s residents, though he mostly tell you about Charlie and Vaggie, the only other people he trusts to look after you correctly if he wasn’t around. Lucifer picks a room for you on the same floor as him though a couple of doors down in an attempt to keep you close and also give you some probably much needed distance. He sets you down on the bed, tells you where everything is including his room, just in case you need him before he comes back to check the bandages in a few hours. He does conjure you some sleep clothes though, making sure they were the softest and most comfortable thing you have ever worn. He wants you to be comfortable, to actually feel safe after what you have been through and though he knows the simple kindness he has showing you will not erase that it will hopefully show you that despite what you may have heard Lucifer isn’t all that bad.

Lucifer hates himself just a little bit more after what he does next, crouching down to look you in the eye and telling you that you can’t leave the hotel room unless he comes to get you or you are going to his room and nowhere else. Normally it would just be words but you are bound to Lucifer now and even you don’t want to you will have no choice but to obey him. You stiffen, nodding your head slightly but still you don’t say a word, not even when he bids you good night. He doesn’t even get the door half way closed before he hears you start to cry. He wants to go back, to take you in his arms and apologise for what has been done to you whilst reassuring you that life here will not be as bad as you think. He doesn’t though, wanting to give you time to greave and mourn the loss of your life.

He doesn’t even make it two steps down the corridor before it all really hits him and Lucifer crumbles, sinking to the floor and pressing his hand against his mouth in an attempt to muffle his own sobs. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do, or how he’s even meant to care for you correctly. Animals were easy, simple to please, humans not so much. Plus Lucifer owned you, he would have to be extremely carful of what he said because even an offhanded comment would be taken as a command and you could end up getting seriously hurt.

It’s too much, Lucifer not equipped to deal with such responsibility but he has no choice, he has to. This is all his fault after all and he couldn’t abandon you in your hour of need. No he would figure this all out, tend to your wounds and help you adjust to life here in hell. He would help you find a place to call home, maybe at the hotel helping with the sinners or maybe something down in one of the other rings. Just somewhere you could feel truly safe and at ease. Whatever you wanted Lucifer would make it yours, giving you as much a slice of paradise as he can. How else would he atone for his mistake?

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[sequincult]

Return of the Floyd AU

(Floyd returns to join his brothers but only finds a teenage grey Branch, who is not too happy to see him.)

The years since Floyd left have not been easy on him. His solo career tanked, his boyfriend left after Floyd’s Brozone money dried up, and now he has nowhere to go. He spent years living in the woods, searching for wherever the Trolls ended up once they’d escaped the Bergens. After a very long time, he finally finds them. But not everything is how he’d imagined. He makes his way into the village, and asks for help from a very pink troll.

Floyd coyly walks up to her. “Hi, excuse me? Could you help me find someone?” 

“Oh hi there! I don’t think I’ve seen you around before?? Luckily for you I know just about everyone in this village!! Who are you looking for?”

Floyd’s eyes dart around, overwhelmed at her energy. “I’m uh looking for my brothers! They’re-”

 Suddenly a voice beckons from behind the trees.

“They’re not here.” A figure emerges. It’s Branch. Stood next to Poppy he may as well be in black and white. The only colour on his body being his jacket, a jacket Floyd immediately recognises as his own.

Poppy raises an eyebrow. “Oh just ignore him, he doesn-“

But before she can even finish, Floyd’s eyes light up. “Baby Branch!!”

He runs towards him, arms wide open for a hug, but stops in his tracks after noticing Branch’s appearance.

 “Wait, what happened to you? You look so dull, and your eyes are so…”

“So what? Wrinkled? Ugly? Grey? Hey, nice to see you too.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Sensing a moment of tension, Poppy interrupts. 

“Wait wait wait, branch! you have a brother?”

Branch frowns and shakes his head. “Hey can you stay out of this? It has nothing to do with you.”

“Oh ok. Right… I’ll go.”

Poppy sighs and leaves with her head held low.

After a deep breath, Branch continues.

“So Floyd, if you’re wondering why I look like this, maybe it’s because all of my brothers abandoned me. Maybe it’s because none of the other trolls understand. Not a single one of them know how it’s feels to be totally alone.”

“But, what about Grandma? I thought she’d take care of you. W-where is she?”

Branch shakes and grits his teeth.

“SHE DIED FLOYD”

His eyes shoot to the ground. His hands squeezed tightly.

“She died, and I was the only one who could have saved her… a-and I failed.”

Floyd takes a step back. He can struggles to breathe as he feels the weight of his mistakes filling his chest like lead.

“So you. Were alone.” 

Branch loses his temper, screaming as his tears poured down his face.

“OF COURSE I’D END UP ALONE. WHAT DID YOU THINK? SHE’D LIVE FOREVER?”

“I.. I…thought…”

Branch interrupts: “Whatever it is you thought was wrong. Why did you even come back anyway.”

 “I just wanted to see my brothers again and-”

“Well bad news. None of the others came back. It’s just me. And right now I’m really wishing you’d leave.”

“Branch please, I’m sorry just listen to me”

“Nope. I’m leaving you this time, and I’m going home. Don’t follow me unless you wanna die in a bear trap. Bye.” Branch turns his back and hastily stomps away.

Floyd curls up on the ground, alone. Thousands of thoughts are racing through his mind. How could this have happened? He’d never seen a troll look so desaturated. That’s when he notices. Out of the corner of his eye. His hand is turning grey.

He starts panicking, his breathing accelerates. 

“No, no, no. What’s happening.”

His anxiety is only stopped by a sudden scream.

“HEY FLOYD!!!!!” A head appears from the bushes. It’s… Poppy?

“FLOYD are you OK? Your name is Floyd right?” She looks down and screams. “OHMYGOSHYOURHAND!. What do I do what do I do??? Uh, try and think about like, flowers and rainbows and stuff?

Even through the pain Floyd can’t help but roll his eyes. “I’m sorry, but that’s not really helping right now. And were you… listening to us in the bushes? That’s kinda creepy.”

Poppy smiles. “Well, it is my duty as princess to help every trolls problem. Even if it involves being kinda creepy”

Floyd seems a little surprised. “Oh, you’re the princess here?”

Poppy immediately realises she hasn’t actually introduced herself yet. “Oh my goodness how RUDE of me! I’m Poppy, princess of Troll village and your new best friend! I’ll take you to my Dad, he might know what to do. Let me help you up.”

She holds out her hand. (part 2)

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls floyd #trolls branch #fanfic #trolls au #return of the floyd au

[spiriteddreams]

some adepti philosophy on dreams w/xiao

"what do adepti dream of?" the question tumbles from your lips before you can stop it. you lean against the balcony railing of wangshu inn, staring off into the distance towards mondstadt as the figure next to you stiffens. xiao pauses, what do adepti dream of?

"i don't dream." his voice is rough. i eat them, he wants to say to you. he swallows them whole, savoring the sweet aftertaste that he feels guilty for enjoying. dreams are figments of the imagination, sweet nothings that dangle hope in front of your eyes, a false sense of peacefulness. they are the opposite of the life he's had.

xiao believes there is no room for him to dream, not when his mind swims with the burdens he's carried for thousands of years. each one is a reminder, a reminder of a past that never truly died, a past that shaped his being, a past that haunts him whenever he tries to close his eyes. to dream is to wander into one's desires, xiao thinks to himself, and desires are dangerous. they fill one's head with fantasies, memories of a past unburied that leaves him clinging to those fleeting moments of hope when he shoots up in bed, gasping for air as he grounds himself with the feel of silk bed sheets.

you hum in contemplation, "i don't think that's true." xiao casts you a dry look but you've chosen to pointedly ignore it. you can feel golden eyes bore into you, his silent question on the tip of his tongue.

"everyone deserves to dream." you lean further against the railing, propping your elbow on the smooth wood so you can rest your chin on your fist. "you're no exception." xiao wants to roll his eyes and bite back a dry response. you're human, he wants to spit out. to be human is to dream. it is to dream of reaching for the stars and the moon, clinging to false fantasies that drive people forward. he doesn't quite get it, how a peaceful night of sleep can offer such comfort to someone in such a world where pain and suffering is all that he's known.

in the back of his mind, xiao thinks that if he could dream, he would. he would wish his dreams were warm and reminiscent of days he spent beneath the sun, chasing after his friends, no his family, when they didn't have to worry about miasmic creatures that had climbed their way to the surface. he would dream of the mondstadt wind, carried over the green hills and into the land of geo as he hears the faint tune of a lyre amongst the breeze. he would dream of lying beneath towering trees with you, away from the bustle of liyue harbour as you braid qingxin flowers in his hair and share bowls of almond tofu.

yet he holds back his words as you turn to face him fully, a knowing smile on your lips as if you already knew what he was going to say. instead you hold up your other hand, curled into a fist with the hint of something peaking between your fingers.

"may i?" he can't tell what's in your closed fist but he holds out his hand anyways, curiosity getting the best of him. your bare palm is warm against his gloves and he nearly flinches at the feeling. but the gentle hold you have on him is enough to encourage him to stay, to ground him in the spot and watch as you drop something into his palm.

it's a small tassel, braided with a piece of mora in the middle. he recognizes the design instantly and can't help but let his eyes drift over to the matching tassel that hangs by the vision at your waist. made in the same colour as your own vision, xiao feels his heart lurch at the offering. gifts to the adepti are nothing new, a tradition that has still lived even as liyue has shifted away from its archaic times. so why is it that this gift, braided silk threads around mora makes his heart flutter?

"if you don't want it--"

"i want it." he states firmly, clearing his throat as he realizes how fast he'd replied. you watch in silence as xiao fastens it along his waist, nimble gloved fingers tying the knot tightly. and when he looks back up at you, there's a faint hue of red dusted across his cheeks. he mumbles a thanks, thumbing at the tassel as you look at him with a satisfied expression. a comfortable silence blankets the two of you as you turn back towards the railing. this time, xiao joins you, one arm pressed up against yours as he steals one more glance at your calm features.

late at night, when xiao finishes his patrol of dihua marsh he finds himself retreating into his room at the top of wangshu inn. illuminated by the silver light of the moon he finds himself following an old routine to prepare for bed. and when he finally slips into bed his eyes find the tassel and a gentle smile crosses his features. and as exhaustion finally pulls him to rest, xiao wonders if you're dreaming of something sweet too.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreaciated! a/n: when was the last time i wrote for xiao idk? i hope he wasn't too ooc!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #xiao #yaepublishinghouse #genshin impact xiao #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

[itoshisins]

IF ONLY MAYBE — GETO SUGURU

synopsis: even after all these years, you two just had the worst of luck.

cw: 1.3k words. angst w no happy ending, major character death (reader), depictions of blood and death, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, takes place 10 years after geto's defection, amateur writing.

notes: not a writer at alllll. first post on this acc. i am an avid fanfic reader but i had a simple idea i wanted to flesh out and write in hopes of helping me be more creative in my school work :p enjoy!

Being a jujutsu soccer was never something you could imagine not doing. You loved every part of it; learning, helping others, going on missions that fill you veins with adrenaline that almost feels euphoric, and teaching students who were so eager to learn from you. Danger was just part of the contract you signed, despair and tragedy were all to familiar with the job, and you learned to cope with it in several different ways. Whether it was alcohol, those cancerous sticks Shoko offers you, or getting lost in someone else’s cotton sheets. Losses were faced everyday and just maybe, a small part of you died with every loss you’ve ever faced, eating away at your soul and the very essence of who you are at your core. Sometimes, days were so hard that the adrenaline of completing a mission wasn’t enough to fill the empty void within you, and the only option was to bury yourself with so much work until you couldn’t have a second to just take a moment and think. Maybe that was your demise, that you had no moment of clarity and it’s the reason for your impaired judgment because something else was always occupying your thoughts like a parasite to its host.

That’s it, maybe, that you’ve let too many parts of you die that there’s nothing left. You think to yourself that perhaps this is all you’ve got to offer and you’ve given too much until you’re a shell of the person you used to be. If you did things differently, then the day could be ending so differently. 

You groan weakly as you lay on the cold hard concrete, pain surging through every muscle for any minuscule movement you make, coughing and wheezing for air to fill your lungs. You reach one hand slowly to your abdomen, and the thick dampness of your navy shirt confirms your thoughts. It was just supposed to be a simple special grade curse, something you exorcise in your sleep, but God is it agonizing to not only be shown how weak you’ve become, but that your work and effort has amounted to nothing if these are going to be the last breaths you take.

“Geto-sama! There!” 

A shrill voice interrupts your train of thoughts, letting out a shaky breath at the name. Swift and light footsteps charge in your direction and before you know it, his figure is standing right above you. You faintly hear him tell someone to go ahead before you hear light footsteps walking away, further and further until you can’t hear it.

He’s changed, you note. His hair is longer and down, no longer neatly tied up. Is that how he feels too, that he’s free and no longer constricted? He’s notably taller, frame larger than you remember as he looms over you and casts a shadow from the bright street light that’s illuminating from above. A worried look is cast onto his features, hesitating to get too close you as you take in his face, and God was it painful seeing his pretty face be contorted in such a pained expression. His breaths are uneven, a slight hiccup when he inhales can be heard if you listen closely. His honey coloured eyes, oh how you could get lost in them even after all these years, seem like there’s a war waging in them- torn between an expression of hurt and one that wants to mask it. Suguru is so much older now, small frown lines and a slight wrinkle forming at the outer corners of his eyes if you look closely enough, but you can’t help but think that he’s still your Suguru. 

“You w-weren’t supposed to be here. What a-“

“I- I was around,” you say quietly with a soft chuckle. “I was using my day off to visit here, l-like before,” you explain, flashes of three years of your adolescence with Suguru popping up in the forefront of your mind. You curse yourself for being sentimental, for being soft, maybe that’s why you’re going to die.

“I would have nev- you weren’t supposed to be here” Suguru says shakily, as if he’s trying to reassure you that he would never even think to hurt you, or lay a finger on you. He softly kneels down next to you, his bottom lip quivering slightly at the sight of seeing you like this. He starts to think he’s cursed, that he never had a chance for happiness even after defecting, that his mission oriented persona was only a facade to search for happiness that wasn’t meant to be for him. That’s the reason, he thinks to himself, otherwise the world would simply be cruel if this is the first time seeing you in 10 years, dying because of a special grade curse carrying out his orders.

“I s-still exorcised him though, so we’re just even,” You say weakly as you mention the curse under his orders, offering a pained smile as you begin to shudder at the sudden feeling of coldness engulfing your body. You don’t have reverse cursed technique like Satoru, and the damage is irreparable that even Shoko’s presence wouldn’t help if she was here. You close your eyes for a second longer than usual, the warm tears spilling from your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. It’s uncomfortable and foreign, being consumed with the emotions that swirl around your head and spill out in the form of shaky breaths and salty tears. Your bottom lip quivers as it dawns on you that this is it, your last day on earth, and both you and Suguru know it. 

“I’m s-“ Suguru stutters before he’s cut off by the stern sound of your voice. It’s firm, yet filled with a tenderness that he’s been missing all these years, one he’s been searching for anytime he calls you on a payphone to hear your greeting before you hang up in confusion due to the unresponsiveness. 

“I know, Suguru,” you answer quietly, and that look in your eye makes him want to let out a choked sob right then and there. Those eyes that always looked up at him with so much patience and care, despite you being in this position because of him. Truthfully, you don’t exactly know what it is he’s apologizing for. Maybe it’s for all the lives he’s ended, maybe it’s for his defection, or maybe it’s for being the reason you’re slowly loosing consciousness. Maybe it’s for all of it. Whatever it is, you know, and you couldn’t bring him to say the words out loud because you know more than anyone it’d only hurt more.

Suguru gently brings your head up, laying it in his lap carefully. Hesitantly, he caresses your hair in an attempt to comfort you and soothe the winces of pain escaping your pretty mouth. It seems so natural to him, being comforting you, like it’s the sole reason he was put on this earth. He doesn’t say anything more, afraid that a suppressed sob would escape him instead of the words he’s trying to piece together in his head. 

“The moon looks so beautiful tonight,” you whisper gently, barely audible as the exhaustion becomes so much more evident in your voice. You begin to settle into his warmth, needing it more and more and you feel your blood run colder and the breeze of the night get harsher. ‘I’ve done enough,’ you think for a moment as it feels like the world around you begins to stop and your breaths become more shallow. You close your eyes one last time.

“It does, doesn’t it? It’s always so beautiful,” Suguru whispers into the dead of the night, eyes fixated on your limp body resting on his lap so peacefully. Your eyes don’t open again, and he finally lets out a loud cry that echoes in the empty streets.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fic #geto suguru #geto suguru angst #geto suguru x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #geto suguru fanfic

[apurpledust]

thx for the tag @cadmusfly :3🫶

Last Song: It Should've Been Me by RIProducer

a song about unrequited love and the pain of not being chosen by their love interest😭 sounds like napjuno help

Currently Watching: the last series i watched was the One Piece live action recommended by my twinsie... but as of right now? nothing lol. I wouldn't mind any rec's tho if anyone has any c: usually i'm just watching history yt /tiktok videos lol

Three ships: help the three main ones consuming me right now its gonna be long: napjuno -> nana and juju! intense obsessive love? possessive tendencies? homoerotic devotion? ANGST?? yup right up my alley. junot was forever loving someone he cannot have and that literally hurts my soul 😭 imagine having someone as hot as him pining after your ass ALL THE TIME😭 also reminder that junot loved him more than god (or just as much) and would eat him if he could 💗

btw i'm not dying until at least one of those burnt letters are somehow recovered (;

lannap -> technically my first napoleonic ship! some friends from lofter /ig wrote and drew a lot about them and got me onto the bandwagon. i love how lannes is the only one able to stand up to naps and get away with calling him a harlot lmao. i truly believe a part of naps died ever since lannes left the mortal world in 1809 :'c

napalex -> i would say this ship was mostly influenced on me by my friends~ a summer romance that had them both infatuated for a while... or everlasting.

Favourite Colour: *looks at room and closet* lol it's purple

Currently consuming: the last thing i ate was ramen for lunch :)

First ship: i had a period where i was reaally into les mis so enjolras / grantaire i'd say was my "first" official ship🥺

Relationship status: single but also i'm not looking for one rn😌

Last Movie: Napoleon (2023) lmao it was horrible. i rinsed my eyes by re-watching waterloo a few weeks ago tho

Currently working on: trying to colour my doodle of naps w/ hickies that some friends and i were joking about 🤭 you know it happened😈

tagging: @isa-ko (ik you're already tagged but still :3) @promises-of-paradise @goddammitjosef @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @etsu-silly @xinanigans @kafkaifhewasasillygirl no pressure ofc and anyone who wants to do it <3

#tag game

[makeit-tothemoon]

Disclaimer : English is my 3rd language. Be kind.

I'm sorry for tagging so much but im desperate for help. Please pardon me.

During my time in this fandom i have always read through every vent post, every rant post by every author or artist during their times of distress. I am a writer but not an author or an artist. I have no following. But if you see this please read.

Please understand this comes from a kind place and in no shape or form am i intentionally trying to condemn or shame anyone. I dont know if this will reach anyones feed but i have been seeing alot of people say that it is not your fav authors or fan accounts responsibility to speak up about every conflict. I understand that. Completely i do. But still read this i implore of you.

As someone whose ancestors have been colonised, enslaved, attempted to be ethnically cleansed, crippled and forced under occupation until 1971, i just want to say - although it takes alot of mental strength to interect with upsetting content from conflcited regions such as Gaza and Iran and Syria - your words, no matter how small your platform is can help.

Since there have been posts saying its okay not to speak up (and im not shaming that i promise im trying to be respectful and understanding to the best of my abilities during this upsetting times) - i wanted to write to you to encourage only. To say something. People from Gaza have only this hope - their pain is heard and seen and documented.

I urge you to help out. Because even though comparitively this fandom is small but spreading their cries to even a single person is helpful during these times where propaganda against the gazans are so rampant.

1. Even a single post about ur solidarity with the palestinians is HELPFUL.

2. Info graphics (ik they've garnered a bad reputation among some people recently) can HELP.

3. Linking donation links by finding 20 mins of your life to search credible links in your bio is HELPFUL

4. Interacting with content from Gaza is HELPFUL.

5. Speaking up even once is HELPFUL.

Every 15 minutes a child dies in Gaza. It is a privilege for us to be able to close our phones and get away. People in Gaza do not have that. I URGE you to post at least once in solidarity and spread news.

Fadom is a safe space for many. I UNDERSTAND that many might not want to bring the real world into it, many might not want to take away that comfort. I understand. All im trying to do is motivate you to post at least once. Gazans themselves have urged us to help them win this information and proganda war that is going on against them. The crimes happening against them is not a war to win, it is simple genocide and ethinic cleansing. This is not a highly complicated situation. This is oppressor vs the oppressed.

We've all become so desentized to these words and to all the death toll numbers we forget how real they are. It is uncomfortable and sad but i urge you to let yourself understand the depth of these words and these numbers we're saying because palestinians are being brutalised as we speak.

Be brave. Be brave like the characters we adore. Please help.

I have always loved this fandom as a queer, person of colour living in a third world country. If you are among the people who are reluctant to speak up because palestine does not support queer rights i have this to say to you -

My country does not support lgbtq rights but im still here and so many queer people are here. WE ARE HERE. AND WE LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Because countries are not their governments. Country is the roots of the trees we plant, it is the food we eat, the family we embrace and the culture that we celebrate. Queer people of colour do not deserved to be left alone in times of crisis.

Palestinians do not have human rights.

They have had their HUMAN RIGHTS attacked for years since 1948. And currently they have no human rights at all. That is almost 75 years of the lack of basic rights.

Queer Palestinians exist. I used to know them. Some from this fandom. They're gone now. My friends are gone.

They didn't get the chance to see a future where their country acknowledged queer rights. They were too busy fighting for their basic human ones.

I wouldn't deserve to be left alone in a genocide.

They didnt either.

I urge you to say something. I urge you to be with the right side of history not just as people but also a fandom. So after many decades we can tell children and the youths, we were there in times of crisis and pain when a whole ethinicity was being wiped.

Because as a fandom we've always represented and celebrated our people of colour. We have stood by our marginalised groups. Our favourite characters were celebrated as people of colour.

And remember Jews are NOT doing this crime. Zionist settlers of Israel are. This is NOT a religious conflict. This is Israel genociding the Palestinian people.

To everyone who read to the end, if anyone has read this that is, thank you.

Free Palestine.

#maraduers #draco malfoy #remus lupin #wolfstar #jegulus raising harry #jegulus #jegulily #sirius black #lily evans #james potter #regulus black #drarry fanart #scorpius malfoy #marauders fanart #peter pettigrew #scorbus #the marauders era #marauders headcanon #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #slytherin #gryffindor #dorcas meadowes #dorcas x marlene #pandalily #dorlene #wolfstar fanart #jegulus fanart #fic rec #drarry dads

[snowdropluck204]

Sweetness - Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader

Hello my lovelies! I'm not sure if this fandom is even alive anymore... at least not the Sweet Pea love, but I hope the people who find this story might like it? Just to make sure, Trigger Warning! For anyone who is triggered by the following; Death, illness, gang related activity, injury, guns or knives - Please read this book with caution, there will most likely be mentions of at least one of these in each chapter, but I will give a proper warning for any scenes that detail these events!

Thank you my lovelies (Also, I'm not sure when exactly the series takes place, so be gentle with my dates please!), and enjoy the chapter! Xxx __________________________

July 1999,

Dear diary,

I used to think that Riverdale was the safest place for me, Ricky always had my back, someone I could always trust, someone who loved me and that I adored. And now he's gone.

Ricky was a badass! He was an angel of death and was a big deal in the Serpents, he died protecting his friend! He was so young... He was in the hospital for days, I still think they could have saved him, they chose not to! They saw the snake on his shoulder and chose to give him the bare minimum help!!

Screw this town. Screw the Ghoulies. Screw the Northside. The Southside.

I can't help but feel selfish now. Thinking about myself and what I'm going to do with Peanut. Sure they were a surprise, but they were a welcome one. Ricky was so excited about you, little one. He would have spoiled you rotten.

I know that the Serpents would have taken care of us, F.P is definitely going to be named Godfather now, but they aren't Ricky. And everything in this damn town reminds me of him, of what he was. So I'm leaving. My parents are moving with us out of town, as far away as we can.

I love you so so much Peanut, and I'm hoping one day you'll be a nosy little shit like your dad and find these entries one day, it will be much less painful than telling you his story myself.

Until I meet you, Kathryn (aka mama)

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February 2000

Dear Ricky,

She's here. She's beautiful. Ten fingers and ten toes, I named her (y/n), the name you wanted, it just seemed perfect for her. I'm going to love her and protect her the way you would have. I've written to F.P, letting him know that he has a happy, healthy god-daughter. I wasn't convinced about him being her godfather, but it's a bit difficult to argue with you now, huh?

Don't think I'm going to let her forget how painful it was getting her out of me though! If this kid ever gives me sass, I'm going to tell her they nearly had to cut her out of me so she can zip it!

I wish you could see her, I was so worried when she first arrived, she didn't make a sound. She hasn't cried since. She just sort of scrunches up her face when she wants something, sort of the way you did when I refused your kisses.

I hope she winds up keeping your eye colour, the gorgeous (e/c). Most people who lose someone say they can't bear to look at others that look like their loved ones. But your eyes, were my everything. My slice of heaven. My oasis. She has my nose, I want her to have your eyes.

I love you Ricky,

Kathryn

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December 2015

Dear Diary,

It's been a while huh? Being a parent is a bit of a full time job I guess! But (y/n) is beginning to suspect that I'm hiding something from her, she sees me getting weaker, she can tell I'm going places without her. How am I supposed to tell her that I'm running off to the Oncology department a few times a week...?

I want to tell her, desperately. I hate hiding this from her, she's seen me getting weaker for years, she's been taking care of me, ditching school to make sure I'm okay for fuck's sake! She's my angel, she means everything to me.

I can't hide it from her any longer, I'm going to tell her tonight over dinner.

Wish me luck,

Kathryn

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August 2017

Dear Peanut,

I'm sorry it has to go this way, believe me, if I could have stayed longer I would have, but you wouldn't have wanted that. You need to live your life without having to worry about me, follow your dreams without me holding you back.

I love you so so much (y/n), but I think we both know its time for me. This is the hardest thing I have ever written, and I hope you can forgive me.

With this letter, I have left you a folder, it's just dumb legal bullshit really, but I think there are some things in there that you'll like. I know you found your dad's old recipe books, you and him were so alike my darling.

Hopefully, the stuff in the folder will help you, please don't mourn too long, live your life for me, for your dad.

I love you more than words can say.

Be a good girl (y/n).

Love mama

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Patient Name: Rick (l/n) Age: 24 Status: Deceased Reason for Admittance: Stab wound Cause of Injury: Gang Fight

Treatment: Patient was admitted with a stab between the second and third ribs (left) at approximately two AM. Patient was given steroids and antibiotics to avoid infection. The wound was more severe than originally believed, the left lung had been punctured. Patient was lost in surgery.

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Seeing all the memories that I spent the last month avoiding was harder than I had expected. If I thought it was difficult holding my mother's hand as she fought through the cancer and eventually as she passed away, I wasn't prepared for the feeling of resurfacing memories. Mama's lawyer had handed me a large brown folder, a solemn look on his face, struggling to think of something to say to the girl who was now an orphan.

I left the folder in a draw of my dresser after I'd got home, the house felt so empty without her around. Even when she was weak, my mama lit up the room she was in. She was happy and, as cliche and now untrue as it was to say, full of life. Now the house felt cold and dead. My mama was my best friend, my closest confidante, she hasn't been gone an hour and I was already so lost. The worst part was, when I felt this lost, I spoke to my mother.

I went to my mama's room, followed by our dog. I had found him in the park when I was younger, he was just a puppy, I begged and pleaded with mama to keep him, after a pretty big temper tantrum, she finally gave in. Sonic wasn't a puppy anymore, he was nine years old and huge! Mama liked him eventually, when he began exhibiting guarding behaviour, feeling more comfortable with him as a guard dog, a big Rottweiler cross that looked like her came straight from guarding Hades.

Sitting on her bed as carefully as I could, I thought about how strange it was, that everything still was the same, the day was a beautiful, blue sky, the house still looked the same. I contemplated opening the folder now, but it was too hard to think about. Instead, I curled up in the bed sheets, humming a lullaby my mama used to sing, until I fell asleep.

But now I was reading the files. It was a lot of suppressed pain that had suddenly bubbled its way to the surface. My heart felt like someone had taken a hammer to it, there was a photo album full of pictures of me and mama, even some of her and my dad, when they were in high school. I never knew my dad, now I knew why.

Mama had told me he had died, she had just never told me how. Now I knew, someone in a gang had murdered my father. But the diary entries mama had written, my dad was in a gang as well. He died, for another gang member. F.P Jones.

I'd seen the name in the folder too, he was listed as my legal guardian, my godfather, on my birth certificate. I'm not sure just how much I was interested in hunting this guy down, yes he was the person that my parents trusted enough to be my legal guardian, but he was also the person my father took a knife for...

Anyway, I began enjoying myself, looking through all of the pictures of my parents, I even smiled a few times at the pictures of mama and I. The smile faded into confusion when a few certificates and documents were mixed into the nostalgia. Leafing through the documents, I was shocked to find deeds. Specifically to my inheritance and to the house my parents had bought, before dad died. Mama did say she wanted to move away when he'd passed.

Away from Riverdale... ________________________________

The house was bigger than I had expected, a two story suburban dream house, sure it was a bit worse for wear, the wood panelling had chipped paint, some of the windows were so filthy I couldn't see through them and the porch was most definitely a health hazard, but that just meant I had something to distract myself with.

Unfortunately for the house, it would have to wait for some TLC, I was already on my way a few streets down, Sonic trailing behind me, to a separate building, one that my parents had left me money to be able to purchase. It was small, but I knew as soon as I'd seen it, I loved it. It had been my dream since I was a little girl to run my own bakery. I loved cooking and food as much as my father had seemingly.

Mama was right in her diary, I had found dad's old recipe books when I was five, I used a lot of the recipes to learn how to cook, and even more of them because they were claimed as healthy, I was a kid, I thought that because an adult deemed it good, it would make her better. It didn't, but I remember mama's face when I eventually fessed up about snooping through dad's stuff.

Dad had a lot of baked goods in his books, I even managed to tweak a few of them, but he never got to have a place of his own, I was looking forward to this. I would be dedicating my life to something I wanted to do, but also to my parents, forming a legacy I hoped they would be proud of.

My future bakery looked a lot worse than the house did, that was putting it lightly, the windows were smashed, glass was everywhere, the door was practically falling off its hinges and the bricks looked like they had been whacked with a battering ram! Although, the most confusing part about the building, was the old woman sitting on the bench outside, staring at the 'Sold' sign in the window of the door.

I walked up to the woman, cautiously, clearing my throat to avoid startling her, "Excuse me?" I asked, seeing her turn her head to face me, a small smile on her face.

"Oh, sorry dear," She began, struggling to get to her feet, I hurried to offer her a hand, Sonic herding around her knees. "Thank you, such a lovely girl! Oh, and dog!" I smiled at her, curious as to the people my age around here, she seemed surprised I offered to help her, what were the other teenagers like here?

"What were you doing sitting in the cold, all on your own?" I asked, trying not to sound too suspicious, the old woman sighed, staring up at the dilapidated building once more.

The woman smiled, wistful, "This used to be my husband's business." She told me, "He passed on quite long ago now, but he loved this place." She placed a hand lightly against the bricks, I smiled at the woman.

"I'm sorry for your loss," I replied, seeing her nodding in response, "Actually, I own this building now, I'm about to start working on it," I told her, hoping she wouldn't be upset with me.

To my surprise, she grinned widely, clapping her hands in excitement, "Oh, that's wonderful news! I'll be delighted to see the old place back to its former glory!" She cheered. "I'm Ruthie, but such a sweet soul like you can call me Granny, if you'd like, all the other kids in town do!"

I took her hand for a shake, shocked at how strong her grip was, for an old woman, she sure had some muscles! And that was the start of a very odd relationship between the two of us.

Granny was lovely, for the first few days, she would pop by to give me lunch and some hot chocolate, saying that I needed the sugar and some 'pep in my step', but then one day, she picked up a saw, beginning to saw planks for me to use. She helped a lot with the renovation of the bakery, we even kept the name that her husband had used for it, Ray's. We did modify it slightly, now it was Rays, as in 'Ray of Sunshine', but still remembering her husband, Raymond. ________________________________

With the place up and running, I had to force Granny to take a break, in return, we had to make a deal, she could have as many free bakery goodies she wanted, and she would cover the shifts I couldn't make because of school. I was so excited for this, today was the grand opening! Unlike in movies and TV shows, I didn't make a huge deal out of it, even if I was positively buzzing! I didn't deck the place out with banners and balloons, instead, I just flipped the sign on the door and went back to baking, I was gonna let the open windows bring people in.

I was kind of worried about the area, especially considering I'd left my scary teddy bear at home, Sonic would have just gotten stressed each time the door opened. But apparently the Southside of town had a pretty bad reputation, most of the place was pretty run down compared to the preppy, expensive Northside, and was riddled with gang activity...

It had been a couple of hours and I was getting bored! I let my eyes wander around the walls of Rays, the glossy, white brick walls reflecting the florescent lights. All the industrial ovens, mixers and fridges were pretty high-grade, but they weren't the things I loved the most.

Next to the coffee machine, were two framed pictures, one of my parents, happy in their high school days, the other, a black and white photo of Granny and Ray, happy in their own. I was brought out of my reverie by the timer on the oven, pushing off of the counter to the kitchen, pulling the cupcakes out of the oven, relishing in the sweet smell of freshly baked cake.

I felt my heart swell with excitement when I heard the bell above the door ringing, we finally had customers! Quickly, but carefully, cause it was blisteringly hot, I set down the tray of cupcakes on the metal decorating tables, wiping my hands on my apron.

Walking back around to the main shop, I saw three teenagers, probably around my age, two guys and a girl. The guys were staring at the display case, their eyes practically sparkling, it was rather strange to see. One of the boys was quite tall, leaning on the display case, the other was significantly shorter, pressing his hands to the front of the glass. The girl on the other hand was gazing around the room, smiling, her most outstanding feature was her bright pink hair, all three of them were decked out in leather jackets and flannel.

A relaxed smile made its way onto my face, "Hey you guys, what can I get ya?" I asked cheerfully, a bounce in my step. The guys hardly looked up from the display case, the girl shaking her head at them disapprovingly.

"Hey, never seen this place before," The girl said, nodding at the door. I smiled and nodded understandingly.

"Yeah, we only just opened today! We've spent the last few weeks renovating this place!" I told her, offering her a hand to shake. "I'm (y/n), sort of new to town," I told her.

She took my hand, strong grip, something that most of the people here seemed to have. "Toni, congrats on opening! Sorry about those two, usually they're not this rude... Shorty is Fangs, the giant is Sweet Pea." She said, causing me to giggle.

"It's cool, I remember going to places like this when I was a kid and being starstruck by all the pretty cakes, not to mention the fact that there were way to many options!" I joked, happy when Toni laughed with me.

Seeming to wake up from the glutton induced trance they were in, Sweet Pea and Fangs looked up, only now realising there was a second party in the room.

The shorter guy, Fangs, looked at me in awe, "Did you make all these?" He asked, pointing at the goodies, I nodded in response, proud that they seemed to like the look of them, I only hoped that they liked the taste.

"Sure did! Would you guys like to try something, no charge! I need some guinea pigs!" I said, giving a cheeky smirk. The boys shared an excited look, fully prepared to say yes, when Toni interrupted them.

"You only just opened, we can't just take from your stock, at least let us pay for them!" She protested, I smiled kindly at her, it was very sweet of her to consider the business aspect, it was pretty important, but it wasn't why I started this! I wanted people to enjoy my food!

"No worries! You guys are the first people to come in today, well, ever! It would be good to have some feedback about some stuff, if it really bothers you, then feel free to come back another time and buy something? For now! I'll set up a sample plate!" I told her, not giving her time to argue.

I put together a large plate of lots of different things, cupcakes, cookies, pies, tarts, cakes, pastries and some drinks, bringing them over to one of the tables on the shop floor. I'll be honest, it was rather funny seeing these edgy teens sitting in my pastel bakery, I offered them seats before taking one myself.

Sweet Pea and Fangs were practically giddy, getting their hands smacked by Toni as they tried to grab some of the sugary treats. "Hey! If (y/n) wants feedback, you can't just shovel it into your faces! Have some manners, damn who raised you two?" She muttered.

I chuckled, "It's fine, go ahead, maybe start with the cookies? They should still be warm from the oven!" I told them, pointing at the chocolate chip cookies, a simple classic.

They each took a bit, their eyes widening as they bit into the warm, gooey chocolate. "Oh my god." Fangs muttered, his mouth full.

"These are amazing," Sweet Pea added, taking another bite.

I clapped my hands slightly, "Yay! I'm so happy you guys like them," Toni nodding along, giving me some info that was actually really useful. We let the boys keep trying the goodies as we settled into conversation.

"So why did you and your family move to Riverdale, we're not exactly a tourist destination," Toni joked, gazing out of the window at the run down streets of the Southside, "Your bakery is probably the nicest thing to be in this side of town for decades..."

My face soured into a sad smile, "Um, it's just me actually, my parents have both passed away, but they used to live in Riverdale before I was born, they left me a house in the Southside." I told her quietly, looking down as tears began too well in my eyes, already beginning to flood my face. I let out a choked laugh, "I'm so sorry, I never cry, this is so strange..."

I wiped my face, feeling my cheeks burn, I can't believe one of the rare times I cry and it's in public. Hearing the chairs scrape against the floor, I thought Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs were saving me the humiliation and leaving me to my tears. Instead, I felt a gentle hand cup my own and sudden large hands resting on my shoulders and knee.

Looking up confused, I saw a soft smile on Toni's lips, as well as Sweet Pea, kneeling beside my chair, his hand on my knee, leading me to believe that it was Fangs' hands on my shoulders.

Sweet Pea, though he wasn't smiling, had a soft look in his eyes, "All of us have lost someone, we get it. You don't have to be strong all the time, we got your back now." He told me, keeping his voice quiet. I looked into his deep brown eyes, wiping my cheeks and smiling at him.

"Thanks, you guys are being so kind to me, you don't even know me," I chuckled.

They laughed with me, "I mean, you gave us free sweets and you don't know us," Toni joked. We once again, fell into relaxed conversation, the guys joining in this time, whilst still snacking on pastries.

Fangs looked over at me, "So, if I can ask... Who were your parents? If they lived here, maybe someone knew them?" He asked, cautiously, probably trying not to set me off again.

"Rick and Kathryn (l/n)." I told them, playing with the straw in my drink, noting how quiet the three had gotten.

Looking up, I saw them all looking at me like they'd seen a ghost, "What?" I asked.

Sharing glances, they seemed to be mentally arguing about who was going to tell me.

"Spit it out, you guys, I thought we were friends now?" I muttered, trying to guilt them into just telling me.

Sweet Pea sighed, "We know your parents, or really, we know of them..." I looked at him confused, gesturing for him to continue.

"Your dad is a Serpent legend! He died saving F.P, he's kind of the boss now. His picture's been in pretty much every Serpent hangout since we before we all joined." He finished.

I smiled at them, clearly not the reaction they were expecting.

"Thank you, for keeping his memory alive, I'd love to meet some of the Serpents that knew him, I only found out what happened to him about a month ago, mama didn't really like talking about it."

Once again, the conversation started up, but, once again, was interrupted. This time, by Sonic, barking outside the bakery, freaking out the Serpents into standing up, "It's okay, he's my dog! Something must have happened, I left him in the house..." I told them, grabbing the keys to the bakery and rushing out to follow Sonic back to the house, Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs following close behind.

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So I'm going to end the chapter there! I hope you guys enjoyed it! I based a few characters off of my family... My mum and dog for example... Anyway! I love you guys, see you soon, hopefully! Xxx

#riverdale #sweet pea x reader #riverdale x reader #x reader #cute #love #romance #fanfiction #gangs #injury #death #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #sweet pea

[thatfuckinjester]

Everything That Was

this is so not me projecting. so so not.

TW: sort of sh, suicide attempt, depression, and just sad overall

thanks to @burbur-49 for listening to my rumbling honestly i can't thank you enough

Maybe Delta shouldn't worry.

Maybe everything will work out, maybe he'll heal and maybe his heart will feel full someday again.

Maybe.

For now he'll take comfort in sitting next to the lake, his fingers burning with quintessence running through them as he makes small circles in the water.

It's nothing like what he used to do, when he was water. But it's better than nothing.

And usually Delta would just take a break, just breathe before getting right back up and going on.

But he did take a break, and stayed in his bed until he felt like he was dead. He still remembers that empty feeling when he found out that no one was worried about him.

And the voice in his head said that maybe he should get back to his bed until he dies there.

But he's Delta, he isn't any ghoul. So he shock his head and smiled at his reflection in the mirror and went right outside.

So now instead of rotting away in his bed, he does something that used to calm him; He sits by the lake.

It used to make him happy, making circles with his magick, to sot by the lake and feel the magick running through his veins, making him focus, making him feel alive.

Now it causes a sharp pain from the tip of his fimgers, up his wrist and arm, until his insides feel nothing but teeth clenching pain.

And maybe it's not the water that help calm him down but rather the pain. But that's not something that Delta wants to acknowledge; at least not when it feels like the only thing keeping him alive.

And maybe one day, when he uses his quintessence there will be another melody playing in the back of his head, maybe it won't all be tied to his past. Maybe he will let go.

But not now, not for a while.

Maybe he needs to take a break from being Delta.

Delta stayed by the lake until night came down, it's really funny how the earth is the only place where you can see day and night.

He sighed softly, tiredly. His arms still throbbing with pain from using his quintessence.

And once again, it's not like anybody came looking for him, he's not that important after all.

He hugged his legs to his chest with the arm that hurt the least before resting his head on his knees, refusing to look at the stars.

It feels like he's standing between all the paths that are underneath the moon light, drawing his own future with water colours, and until, or maybe it'll be more correct to say if, someone notices him he'll disappear between the shadows, becoming one with the waves again.

He looks at the lake again, and then, for the first time since his elements change, at the stars.

Every one of the stars looks full of hopes he has murdered.

And it's stupid. It's so stupid, he truly isn't thinking and he knows that. But that what usually happens when your brain is thinking about everything all at once.

And in one moment, he realized that he doesn't know anything.

Everything looks the same, everything looks okay even though nothing is. Nothing stayed the same.

Especially not with his fears at the front door.

It feels like he's six feet down below, feels like he left his heart at the bottom of the ocean.

And the darkness is calling him to come to it.

And he doesn't even know when he started walking into the lake, but maybe, maybe it's all for the best.

He doesn't think there's any other way out of this, whatever this is.

He can feel his skin glowing, maybe it comes with being a quint in distress, maybe it's like an emergency alarm.

He hopes his ran out of batteries.

It's like a star that fell from the sky straight into the water.

And delta falls like a rock.

He can't believe that he forgot about it. About the one thing that he was still mourning, that he knows he'll never stop mourning, he lost his gills, and like an idiot, he forgot about it.

But it's okay, he can take his wrongs and throw it all away into the water.

He can scream in peace underneath the lake.

A lake that suddenly became a box of troubles that he's been locked in, and he left the key is in the sand above.

The water filles him, won't let him breathe.

And isn't that funny that his first light would also be his last light?

It's just sad that he already closed his eyes when Omega pulled him out.

#jester rumbling #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #delta #delta ghoul #omega #omega ghoul #angst #:33

[king-craftsman]

Sorry to ask this as an anon, but what do you think about white/western people? Being one myself it sometimes feels like we get the blame for everything. Now a days it seems like we are all brushed over the same comb. Because of this I even find my support for certain causes wavering. What does it matter what i do or think, if I will be hated anyway. Even as an "evil white western" person I wish for Palestina to be free. But I also hope my country can still exist and aren't globally hated.

I have no clue why you'd ask a...*checks notes* transformation fetish blog, about views on white/westerners, but here goes:

When people criticise whiteness, it's more the institution than the actual skin colour. I notice a lot of white people tend to view such criticism through the lens of discrimination because we live in a world which has trained people to view others as "lesser than".

You're used to thinking that when someone says "(blank) people", they must mean in the derogatory/racist way because that's mostly what whiteness teaches, that some races must be superior to others. Nobody thinks black people, asian people, hispanic people, etc. are genuinely "superior" to white people. It's just white people throughout the history of the West have often tried to ascribe this "superiority" in order to justify their institutions.

You have manifest destiny. You have justification for slavery. If you dehumanise indigenous and black people enough, you can subliminally coach yourself to believe that due to your superiority, you are better. They are not human. Therefore their pain, their agony, their suffering is more justifiable because they are not on your level.

It's just that this has gone on for so long that it is now the bedrock of much of Western society. When you create a society based on the justification for discrimination, for stealing land, for slaughtering people, you cannot just "move on." You have to embed those lies into society and not just in thoughts and feelings, but in culture, laws, history, the overall system. Otherwise, what's the point?

Nobody hates white people. People hate "whiteness", they hate this concept of a superiority complex because not only has it led to uncountable numbers of deaths, lynchings, imprisonment, hate crime, suffering and so on, but it doesn't even help you now.

Now, when we say "we shouldn't do this or that", your instinct is to feel attacked and guilty and believe we will come for you, the way that you have come for us. That isn't true and it never was. It's the same reason why when people say "Black lives matter", others will say "actually no ALL lives matter."

When did we say they didn't? We know they matter. When black people say "we want this", it is not "we will TAKE this from you", it is "we want this too." Whiteness has evolved you to instinctively believe that the only way you can interpret "we want this" is a "we will TAKE this" because that was what was done in the past.

Also there is nobody who is anti-racist and will genuinely believe that all white people are evil. Once again this is what the West has trained you to believe, as if racism, discrimination is just a natural instinct. It was a tool of oppression used by a select bunch of white people in order to justify why they could have a bunch of land, money and power.

People will do anything to get the power that the colonizers had and still often do have to this day. They tricked you because rather than actually aid the average white person, they treat the average white person how everybody should be treated and use you as a foot soldier to keep others down. You get the least amount of benefits for most of the risk.

The American Civil War is a prime example of this. The Confederates helped further create racist white folk who were so hell bent on this "whiteness" they would do anything to preserve it, even if it meant going to war for the sake of keeping slavery. Then they died and lost and many lucky enough to survive were now disabled from war injuries or had PTSD and slavery was overturned anyway. You see how far "whiteness" got you then? It's a trick, used for the sake of power.

Perhaps in some sense, the lie got so riveting that the colonizers truly believed it. I think for the most part, they did. But any evidence on the contrary, cannot be accepted.

If you look at history, the modern day views on race would be far from how we engage with it and I don't mean, "oh well it's wrong to say the N word and segregate people compared to 100 years ago", no when I say modern day history I mean the last couple hundred years.

We've been on this planet for thousands of years and not until very recently in the scope of our human history did we have very...odd thoughts about race. Genetically you would be so shocked at how completely different people from different countries can share more similarities than say two ethnicities that have grown up in the same area beside one another.

If your support for certain causes waver due to the criticism not even of you, but just the society that raised you and protected you at the expense of others and continues trying to brainwash you, then I don't know what to say. Like yeah it sucks being criticised, but it sure sucks a lot more to have to worry about your skin colour, race, stereotypes, culture being mocked (and then stolen anyway), your hair, your clothes, the way you speak and more. Then continue to say "oh but come onnn we stopped enslaving you and segregating you and mocking you, so we're all equal now right?"

Sure bud.

But what do I know, I'm just a transformation-fetish blog and I got some writing to do. 💀

#also im not african american but that is the easiest example to use #but i am black though #just not in america (thankfully) in the UK (kill me)

[jasonsmirrorball]

An AU that I’m too scared to fully write but I’m desperate to share:

You can see ghosts. You’ve been able to since childhood, and for you they’re as real as any living person. You don’t tell anyone, really. There’s enough flavours of weird in Gotham that people would probably believe you, but it feels a little invasive. Most people wouldn’t want others digging into their business while they’re alive, why would they feel differently when they’re dead? So for the most part you live an ordinary life. You wake up and go to work. You go out to dinners with friends and on disappointing dates. Maybe sometimes in between you remind a little old lady ghost that she’s no longer living, or give directions to a little boy that no one else seems to see. It’s your normal.

One day you meet Jason and his grin is bright like the sun. You meet at the local library when you drop your stack of books heading to the return desk. He helps you gather them up, accidentally knocking his knuckles into yours, starts a conversation about one of your books. By the time you leave, you’ve got his number in your phone and a new book under your arm.

Things with Jason are so, so good. You fit together in places you didn’t even realize were missing. You move into his apartment, too quickly according to his little brothers. Dinners out with friends turn into entertaining at home. Taking it in turns bringing dishes that fill the apartment with mouthwatering smells. Nights out at the movies ending with heated discussions about how “the physics of explosives don’t work like that” on the couch. Agreeing to be a plus one at a gala only if there will be french fries after. You love him so much, and if the completely unsubtle questions about your taste in jewellery are anything to go by, you’ll get to love him forever.

Until one night he comes home haunted, unable to bring the perpetrators of a little boy’s death to justice. Jason knew him personally, from the youth shelter he volunteers at. He takes it so personally that someone so young and under his protection has been snuffed out. Something about this dead boy reminds Jason a little too much of himself. Maybe because they died at the same age, or he was once that scrawny and featherlight too. The police have no leads, chalking it up to just another Crime Alley street kid meeting an inevitable end. He is tearing himself to pieces trying to discover who could be so cruel and you can’t bear to see him in pain any longer. And so you offer, gently, to see if the ghost of that boy, who stands at the entrance to Crime Alley and asks for directions home, can remember who killed him.

He jerks back and there is such a look of horror and fear in his eyes. Not of you, never of you and your abilities, but for what he fears you might see clinging to him. The choking sensation of grave dirt. The faces of the people he’s killed to make Gotham safer. Literally the blood on his hands in a twisted parody of Lady Macbeth. He is terrified that you can see the monster he has always feared himself to be. Jason is up and running, escaping out into the night through the window before you can do more than reach after him.

You don’t get the chance to tell him that all you see is a 15-year old with a gap toothed, blinding grin wearing the Robin colours with pride. You don’t get to tell him that that 15-year old boy always tells you when Jason comes back hiding an injury or asks you to make sure he’s eating more than cigarettes. You don’t get to tell him that even from beyond the grave, Jason Todd never stopped saving people.

- 🍂 (@fic-over-cannon)

i think this has so much heart and love and i hope one day you'll be able to share a full fic with us because i would love to read this.

"Maybe because they died at the same age, or he was once that scrawny and featherlight too."

i think featherlight is so !!! the emphasis on how young he was and small. that the world should've done better by him but the cycle continues and the system fails more and more children like him - waving it away as inevitable. it makes me grieve. it reminds me of that one piece that's like 'every version of this story ends with you being slaughtered' and it's so tragic.

thank u for sending this in <3

#love letters 💌 #jay my heart #loverboy 💌

[pinksirensong]

LOVE OF THE ENDLESS (II)

many thousands of years after…

 As Love of the Endless Y/N should’ve know how to deal better with a heartbreak, but for many years all she could do was cry and feel sorry for herself. Morpheus did marry Calliope and they even had a son, but that didn’t end well. She would never have the guts to tell him that it wouldn’t work, it couldn’t work because he belonged to her as much as she belonged to him. That was how the threads worked, they connected souls in a way that no one could mess with. Morpheus was right about one thing, it was the last time, because even with all the knowledge she refused to be his dirty little secret any longer. When he called her, a few years after his loss, she refused to show up at his realm and afraid that he might come to her Love decided to close her kingdom to all outsiders. No other Endless would ever be allowed at Akai Ito again and she could finally be at peace and move on. If mortals could have many lovers and be happy without their other half, why couldn’t she? He was her brother, and she might not see him this way but for their family they were brother and sister so now her mind would made peace with this. Now, holding Destiny’s sigil, the only left at her gallery, she called for him.

- Destiny, my dear twin, I hold your sigil and ask for permission to come to your realm. – if there was someone who understood her pain it was Destiny, she shared everything with him, and he too was sad to not being able to help her end the thread. Y/N had his help in taking all of her sigils out of their sibling’s galleries and destroying the ones in her possession, all but his for she could never be away from her twin. Isolating herself from her family wasn’t hard, the Endless weren’t exactly close to each other.

- You are always welcome at my realm, sister. – after his response she used her powers to go to him.

- Brother, I am afraid this is not a social visit. Although you must know the reason before I even called you.

- Indeed, I do.

- Where is he?

- Captured by the laws of magic, there is nothing I can do for him.

- But I can so please tell me how I can find him. I shall see how to do the rest on my own.

- Sister…

- All this time I tangled up my thread with Morpheus, kept myself away from him. Yet all I can feel is his pain and despair, I can feel how lonely he is and it is hurting me. Please, my twin, help me. I shall not stay by his side once it is over, my mind is set in moving forward with my life.

- There is not much I can tell you, you and I both know it is already written, just like you and him. No matter what the rest of our siblings think of it, you are both fated to each other, and your thread is the proof of that. I hoped that by now you would understand it and accept, I thought Dream would be the stubborn one. – a rare but genuine smile graced his features. – Your thread connects you and Dream, he is at the end of it. That is all I can tell you, dear twin. – something clicked at her mind, now she knew what to do to find him.

- I understand now, thank you. Know that, unlike the others, you are always welcome at my realm. I love you, brother, but I must go now. – with that she made her way to the waking world. Threads were easy for her, usually she used to only untangle them to help lovers find the other faster. There were four colours they could be, usually were red that meaned the connection between soulmates, but that turned gold once the bond was consecrated and white when one of them died. The last colour was black, very rare to see one, but it was true that there was a fine line between love and hate. Now all she needed to do was focus on her thread, hold the part that was linked to her and follow it to Dream.

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Love of the Endless always had a white dove by her side, they were made by the soul of a lover that refused to follow into the unknow without their other half. Until the day both souls were reunited that dove would be serving Love of the Endless. Unlike Dream’s raven, her friendship with them always had an expiration date, they would eventually leave her and move on, and she was happy with it.

- Luna, my loyal friend, I require your assistance in finding Dream of the Endless raven. Her name is Jessamy, and she must be around this place. – the end of her thread took her to Fawny Rig, a place impregnated with darkness that didn’t allow her to get too close. “I shall bring her to you, sire.”, Lune replied on her head. She didn’t have to wait long for Luna brought to her Jessamy. – Hello, dear Jessamy. I am here to seek Dream of Endless, is it truth that he is being imprisoned here?

- My lady, I’m afraid it is true. A man named Roderick Burgess is the one doing it.

- Can you get inside or does their twisted magic keep you away too?

- I can and did it but have yet to found exactly where my master is.

- Luna will help you with your quest, you two must find Dream. We need to free him. The waking world needs him. – I need him, she wanted to say, but at the end she denied herself the right to want and need Morpheus. For days they did surveillance around the manor while Y/N tried to get close enough to see a thread and use for her advantage. Days turned to weeks and months, Y/N had to leave sometimes to attend business at her realm and the waking world, they were without Dream and couldn’t be without Love as well. She held hope close by her heart, she would do anything to get him back. Even after months became years and decades, she didn’t stop having hope, her heart could never do it. Unfortunately, things got even harder, they made a plan to distract the guards and free Morpheus, but it backfired and both Jessamy and Luna died. Y/N was devastated, she couldn’t even say goodbye to her friend and wait with her for Death. Still, Love had to held hope and focus so they wouldn’t be gone for nothing. Everything changed the day she finally found a thread, one that connected two males that resided there: Alex and Paul. From that day on she used as much as she could of her power on their thread, trying to influence them to free Dream, but not being able to be close enough to actually hold it and use it all her will it wasn’t enough. Soon they began to grow old and not very careful, not enough to tear down the power that did not allow her to get inside, but sufficient for her to actually interact with Paul. That day changed everything.

- Oh, dear. I am so sorry. – Paul said, she had purposely bumped into him at the market. – Are you hurt?

- No, no. I am fine, sir. – she let out a sigh. – It was my fault, I am distracted. So sorry, kind sir.

- There is no need for that. Are you okay?

- Just missing someone. It is extremally hard to be away from the people that you love.

- I am deeply sorry for you, miss. Afraid I must leave now, my husband is waiting for me. Wish you all the happiness and that your loved one returns to you safe and sound. – and with that he left, Y/N didn’t need to follow him for she now could hold his thread. Slowly and carefully, she walked the path towards the manor, holding tight the thread. “Free him. Free him. Free him. Paul McGuire, today you will free Dream of the Endless”, she ordered the thread. He couldn’t ignore her and her power, this was her domain. Y/N didn’t need to be told it worked, because that night she felt the pull and her heart skipped a beat when Love of the Endless finally felt a warm and loving wave coming from him towards her. Dream of the Endless was finally free and now she could finally disappear once again.

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[69ottersinatrenchcoat]

Let's talk SH

Content Warning. Major Discussions of S*lf H*rm mostly the context of alternatives (descriptions kept to a minimum). Please be mindful of your own triggers, and read at your own pace, look after yourselves, that kind of thing. Please. 💜

Many of my councillors, therapists, and psychologists have told me to 'just do it in red pen' instead of doing it with a blade, this is a great idea. If and only if, you have broken the original desire for pain. We really want to be finding options that distract our brains rather than giving them time to ruminate.

So let's jump right into some of our most effective alternative options.

(Please be aware, we do not condone starting to SH if you can avoid it, there are better options. This list is intended for those of us who already have issues with SH)

If you're struggling, please reach out.

Global Suicide Hotlines: https://faq.whatsapp.com/1417269125743673

https://www.depression.org.nz/

distraction based solutions

Make a playlist. Jump into Spotify, Apple Music, YT music, burn a CD, just Collect Music That Fits Your Feelings in the moment.

Crack open that recorder you haven't touched since your first year of school, bang on the pots and pans... make a racket, scream to the heavens.

I mean in this in 100% seriousness: if you have a video game that you like, play it. No ones care if you're playing Roblox, blowing up TNT in Minecraft (extremely satisfying), stealing cars in GTA, whacking up a storm in Wii Sports Resort Swordfighting, playing Fireboy & Watergirl on CoolMathGames, solving puzzles in the Legend of Zelda, do the wordle, code something on Scratch, or playing some random game you installed yesterday; get your brain busy and get it occupied. Especially if you can beat up on something (mass murdering bokoblins in LoZ AoC, anyone?)

Play with the ✨bored button✨ https://www.boredbutton.com/

Video games not your thing? How about Sodoku? Solitaire? Word find?

Read a book

Call or text a friend. Easier said than done, especially if you feel like you're burdening them, but this can really help. You don't even have to talk to them about what you're going through. Ring up your local autistic or ADHD friend; ask them about their current hyperfixation, by the time they're done, there's a good chance you'll have forgotten everything.

Find a new research topic. Open Wikipedia to a random page (just type "Special:Random" in the general search box or click that link), spend the next several hours learning about it and following all the hyperlinks.

Get your body moving, YouTube workouts can be great for this if you're confined.

some kind of pain w/o pain

Make a character. Write about them. Hurt them. Put them through hell and back again. Write someone else's pain. Even if your character is hurting themselves, it's better than hurting you. Even if it's absolutely terrible writing. We're not looking for the next best-selling novel here (most likely no one else will even see it), we're only looking for someway for you to externalise your hurt.

Find a book or fan fiction. There are plenty of books out there with scenes where someone's in pain. Alternatively, jump onto A03, find a fandom you like, pop 's*lf h*rm' into the tags, most fandoms there's at least one. (Please be mindful of trigger warnings here and whether seeing characters in pain makes it worse).

Write out every single reason you want to hurt yourself on your skin. Leave it until the urge dies down. Wash it off.

Run a blunt object over your hands. I find thumb stones super helpful. Fidget with a fidget toy, keep your hands busy.

If you can sing, sing. Scream in the shower.

Paint, draw, colour. Scribble everywhere. D r a w. Draw an arm, and draw yourself bleeding if it helps.

Write terrible poetry. This is the main thing that's helped me.

pain without injury (not ideal)

rubber band around your wrist, snap it a lot.

suck on an ice cube

eat something super sour (or super spicy!)

run something pointed (not sharp) against your skin

draw on yourself with henna, or make up

speaking of, SFX wounds made of makeup? amazing.

have a very hot, or absolutely freezing shower

If you're up to figuring out why you want to hurt, sometimes this can help too. And ofc, I always suggest journalling out your thoughts.

And here's a website with some more

https://projectlets.org/alternatives-to-selfharm

Please add your own suggestions in the comments! I'd love to hear what helps

Genuinely, the main goal here is to keep your body unhurt in someway. Stay safe out there <3

We needed somewhere to collect viable self harm alternatives because yk, mental illness is as mental illness does.

#self h@rm #self h@rm alternatives #mental health #mental illness #depression #anxiety #actually mentally ill #mentally fucked #triggering content #if this helps #even one person #i'll be happy #depression sucks #sh #mentally unwell #bpd #did #did osdd #posted by 🔥

[notelcol]

Childe’s Dragonspine adventure continues❄️

Part two.

This will be a shorter part to prepare you for the rather lengthy one coming next.

Childe wished he could have begun the search for Joel’s father upon arrival but instead, he had completed his work on Dragonspine as fast as he could. When he inevitably got called up for not returning immediately, he wanted to be able to argue that the job was complete according to orders. Not that it would help his case much, but at least it was something. He would have to worry about that later, as he had reached the snowy path. It was time to find the adventurer’s trail.

The path seemed to go on for miles. Changing from steps to snow at random points, it was important to stay focused. The harbinger could see how easily someone could get hurt or lost here and it only furthered his resolve. He feared that if he couldn’t come back with answers, Joel would come here himself to look. That’s exactly what Childe’s younger brother Tuecer would do. His thoughts were interrupted by movement in the distance. The next flight of steps was blocked by a gang of hillichurl. The red-headed harbinger assessed their numbers, a mere three it seemed. This would be easy work for him. He drew his bow and aimed for the middle. The arrow became infused with hydro as he centred himself. A smirk graced his lips when it hit its target perfectly. All three hillichurl froze long enough for him to dash up the stairs. He summoned his hydro daggers and swung his arms open wide, shattering the monsters into tiny pieces. A satisfied hum left his chest as he straightened out his clothes. He moved his foot to take a step only to slip on the newly formed ice. Everything in him tensed as his body hurtled through the air, past the steps and over the edge of a ledge. He prayed to the Archons that the drop from this ledge was short. An involuntary scream erupted from within him as his prayers were denied. The frantic harbinger’s mind raced with thoughts of terror and rage. He should never have used that much hydro in such a spot. He knew better than that and now, he was going to die because of a stupid mistake.

Joel’s sister’s POV.

The endless gliding was getting tiring, not to mention how hungry you were becoming. A decision had to be made. You would take a rest when you next landed. Suddenly, your flight was prematurely broken by a large falling object that struck you down from above. You were now falling with it, about to hit the floor. You summoned a wind current, something you had quickly needed to learn to speed up your search. The landing was still a little rough and snow found its way up your nose making your eyes water. It certainly beat any broken bones though. Looks like Teyvat agreed you needed a break.

You rose from the floor and dusted yourself off before turning your attention to the grey pile next to you. Upon closer inspection you could now see it was a man, unfortunately not your father. For a moment you thought it was. Despite your disappointment, you nudged him with your foot. He rolled over and you could now see his face. He was a striking man, with hair the colour of an autumn leaf and intensely blue eyes. You also spotted a hydro vision on his belt.

“Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I would be splattered across the snow!” He gratefully chuckled, oddly calm for someone who had just almost died. “Is there anything I can do to repay you? I would hate to leave without settling this debt.”

You considered his offer, he looked rich but money wasn’t what was on your mind.

“You got food in that bag by any chance?” It seemed luck was on your side once more as he opened the bulging bag to reveal an array of exciting ingredients. Without hesitation you relit a nearby fire and told the mysterious stranger to start cooking.

Part three ⬇️❄️

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[salaapaoo]

PECULIAR QUESTION

Have you ever read any soulmate fics that have their deepest, darkest thoughts about themselves written on their soulmate's body? And when they finally begin to think differently the writing turns gold?

What do you think Cale's soulmate would have?(I know my boi is traumatized as f u c k-)

Maybe you could make it found family somehow where the thoughts are split up between people and they haven't figured out which set of writing belongs to Cale-

but I really want to know what everyone else would think- like, there would probably be some horrifying crap there.

(would a majority of the writing on Cale be golden already-? [Like obviously not ALL of it but still-])

Sorry, I rambled a bit there 😅

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SO HARD !!! I DIDN'T FORGET THIS!!

my brain is kinda fried after finishing my finals, but!! I feel like Cale's would end up being smth kinda vague like "it should have been me." Orrrr smth about not deserving everything ??

Like yes... It's p straight forward, but imagine how they'd feel after learning about his past?? IF he opens up??

But also... Imagine the soulmate thing kinda doubles as healing..? If that makes sense? Just think about it... If one person believes something about themselves, but their soulmate is the only person who is able to help them heal themselves??

Nono!!! Keep going !!! I honestly haven't thought too much about the word soulmate aus 🤔 I had a moment where I was obsessed w like found family, and each person unlocking a colour for him (each person bringing a new colour into his world) or red string of fate (I had smth abt ws X Cale but tragedy??)

So ... I am , THIBKING SO HARD!!!

just ?? Imagine the kids?? Them having something seemingly simple like "I'm too weak" or smth about being "unwanted freaks" and then comes Cale...

Who gives them as much love as they need, patiently listening to them and letting them be kids.. ugh!!! Just?? They feel so safe with him and he helps quiet these negative thoughts so easily?

To others it might be obvious, but to them these "small" problems are massive boulders in their way... And the way Cale reassures them... It's so natural. No hesitation. Ugh I love them .

Just imagine if they appear w a searing pain? Or maybe for Cale, it feels the same as papercuts... Imagine the guilt he feels when his thoughts show up on the people he cares about... And it's just a cycle of self loathing.. where he thinks they would have been better off without him and then it shows up-

Uughgh... Just picturing him hating himself for the pain he brought to the kids because of his thoughts ...

NGL I read this wrong the first time BC I am, usually sleep deprived but like I thought it was like a lie. Like imagine someone having "living is best" show up on them but it's because Cale repeated it so much it became like a curse? He lived by those words because if he didn't then he wouldn't be able to keep going maybe?

Idk if I'm making sense anymore fjdkkfdkg

"I should have died" seems .. very likely for my brain

But if it's smth where it turns gold when they stop believing it... Imagine them all telling him he was meant to live and he just smiles and nods .. and it stays??

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As for recommendations 🤔🤔 there was this one fic that was ogchch, soul mark au, forced cohabitation and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! I think I'm gonna go back and read it again

Come back anon 🥺🥺🥺 open Ur brain up n feed me Ur thoughts 🙏💖 I hope you enjoy this a bit 👉👈

#tcf #lcf #lout of the count’s family #trash of the count's family #thank you so mucj for the ask fjdkdkslf it made me so excited to see the notif for this !!!!!