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full-on-sam · 11 months

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Hello, my name is Sam, (she/they) and this is my first WIP (I did write some short stories, and have a couple ideas for new WIPs). I will mainly post about it and/or writing tips, especially in regards to worlbuilding, maps, and character building. All asks welcome.

It is my first time on writeblr, and I'm excited to meet other writers.

Especially if you are very keen on character planning, but it's also nice if you don't like it!

I write mainly for middle schoolers/ high scoolers, and I made a point of writing what I would have wanted to read.

I started 5 years ago so I'm currently reworking my charachter a bit, especially my MC.

I like to write dystopian, a bit of horror, and also fantasy. Also LGBT/ Queer

A proper writeblr wip introduction is under the cut :)

NAME OF THE WIP: Causing an Apocalypse

WHAT IS IT: A trilogy, the titles are: Memory's Fire, From City to City, In Ruins.

GENRE: Dystopian and LGBTQ+

PLOT: The year is 2092. The main problem for humanity is currently finding a new source of energy, after everything else has failed. Thankfully the mysterious and rinomate school C.D.E.A. can provide to that. How? No one knows, except the children who are admitted. They are all between 6 and 12 years of age, and they must maintain the silence.

Poor Liam however could not care less about energy sources. His main preoccupation are instead the strange dreams he keeps having. They revolve around a house fire and a little girl he knows nothing about (even if he has the sensation he really should).

Moreover, one day, he discovers that the C.D.E.A is not a prized school as everyone believed it to be. And he slowly understands that there is a connection between the little girl and the C.D.E.A. institute. But what could it be? What does C.D.E.A mean? Who is the girl he keeps dreaming so often? He has the sensation he should know all the answers, but he does not remember a single one of them.

His only option is to search for the central building of C.D.E.A. and hope to find the information he needs.

What started as a simple research, will however turn into a much more difficult quest. Liam will have to save the future, while trying to remember his past. Thankfully he will have some precious help by people who, just like him, are looking for answers around the mysterious C.D.E.A.

MAIN CHARACHTERS:

Liam Wordsworth (he/him): a young 16 year old boy who suddenly has more to worry about than the math test he could have failed. His main goal? Look for a girl he feels strongly attached to (even if he does not know why). What will that imply? A travel across the USA, Europe and New Africa. And discoveries he would have rather not made. He tends to get angry often, and he has lost all his memories in a house fire. He is an orphan and got adopted by Clem, and elderly lady, albeit still very energetic. He will be the leader of te Sibling Squad. He is trans AFAB, this has not a big impact on the story but it is mentioned.

Kyle West (he/him): a bisexual young lad from Canada who is looking for his brother. When he does not call him back after being offered a work opportunity as C.D.E.A., he knows something is wrong. He will embark in a travel looking for him, and will meet Liam and the Squad in the process. He is ADHD, fidgets a lot. He will grow feelings for Joshua.

Helen Marquez(she/her): her nickname? Bonebreaker. She is a fierce teenager who would never pass up an opportunity for a fight. Her parents are divorcedand her little brother, Diego, is currently lost. She knows he can't be dead tough. She saw him on a C.D.E.A. minivan. And she does not think twice before following that van in order to discover what C.D.E.A. is and where are they bringing her brother. Her father is Mexican, and Mexico is where her Abuela lives. She should have been called Elena but her mother changed the name later. That was the first fight her parents had. After the divorce her mother started taking drugs, and she had to take care of Diego a lot growing up.

Nia Otieno (she/her): she is a shy 13 years old black girl, and she does not know anything about her parents. Her mother died while giving birth, and her father disappeared leaving only an address behind. She will be very surprised when that address will lead her right into C.D.E.A. main building. Why is she there? Who is her father? She does not know how to swim. She will be like a sister for all the others in the Squad.

Yossel Siegel (he/they): he is gay, nonbinary, and jew. He was born in Egypt, 7 years after his brother Isaac. Theyr parents were Jew and could speak Yiddish and Arabic. His father was from the USA, his mom from Egypt. When his mom died theur father returned to USA. At home they spoke primarily Arab and Yiddish, but at school he learned English. He struggled less then his brother because he moved at 2, while Isaac was already 9 and struggled more with learning a language. Their life is not easy at all, especially because his brother will have him steal in order to support his family. After moving his father struggled finding a job and they are extremely poor. One day, however, he will return home to find absolutely nothing and no one. The only trace left are some tire prints. Following them he will see his brother making a deal with a man who claims to be a C.D.E.A. operative. They will have no choice but follow them remaining hidden. At least until he meets the Squad. He is quite religious, and likes dressing in colorful ways. They will develop strong feelings for Kyle.

Simon Csizmadia (he/him): pale, frecklish and asthmatic, he is the nerd of the Sibling Squad. His father is Hungarian, his mother is Russian, but born in Hungary. The Squad will all end up in his motel, and once he will reveal he knows something about C.D.E.A. he will be immediately recruited. He hopes to find his little sister, Anya, who got recruited years before. He has a feeling something bad happened to her tough. He is a real computer nerd, and that will come in handy when the Squad will need a hacker.

Kora Leeland (she/they): she could not care less about her gender. She is 22 and in a stable relationship with Jack. They are disabled and with limited mobility: she often uses crutches or a wheelchair. That does not stop her from being an excellent strategist. She and Jack know what C.D.E.A. really does to children and her goal is to stop them. They and Jack have been boycotting them for a few years, with scarce results. But thanks to the Sibling Squad everything could change.

Jack, short for Jacqueline, Hamilton (she/her but does not really care): she is 23, and she is ready to sacrifice everything to fight C.D.E.A. she works as an operative, but really that is just a cover in order to get better information and help Kora out. She can drive almost everything. She is often exchanged for a male, but she is actually Kora's long term gf.

Lucas West (he/him): Kyle's brother. Will he be really working for C.D.E.A

Isaac Siegel (he/him): Yossel's brother. He is Jew. He would do anything to get his family money to survive. Included siding with the bad guys. Will Yossel be able to change his mind?

Kate Wordsworth (she/her): Liam's little sister. They got separated but she never stopped hoping to see him again. Will her dreams come true?

Diego Marquez (he/him): Helen's little brother. He aspires to be as strong as his sister, but for now he is just really good at drawing. Will he make it out of that van safe and sound?

Anya Novikov/Csizmadia (she/her): she is Russian, and she is Simon's adopted sister. She did not correctly develop her vocal chords while in the womb, and as a result she remained mute since birth.

Jennifer Leeland(she/her): Kora's little sister. Kora knows what happened to her, but that only gives her strength to keep fighting C.D.E.A.

Kabir Hassam and Javier Parra: Liam's school friends. They will help him even from afar. Up until C.D.E.A. will try and recruit them. What will their answer be? Karim is Nigerian, and Javier Argentinia.

Yohannes Otieno (he/him): He is C.D.E.A's leader. All other informations are top secret.

CURRENT WIP PROGRESS: planned all three books in general, planned the first half of the first book in detail, wrote the first 4 chapters (out of maybe 40 🥲)

That's all. I know it is a long post lol, so thank you if you made it to the end and it's ok if you did not follow everything.

Everything about this WIP will be tagged #CAA or #Causing an Apocalipse

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theorahsart · 7 months

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Paupers Prince 5 pt 18

Please see #paupersprince5 for previous and future pages~

Whats going between John and Lord Taheit??

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wubblesgonefishin · 11 months

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You're a lovable angelic piece of perfect,

and anything I do for you is worth it

times a million and a half

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annawritesworld · 7 months

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#17 Truth or Dare

“Boys are only mean to you because they like you”,

As if I was supposed to care.

Instead, we sat together everyday at the back of the bus,

And he sat across from us.

He had a big crush on you,

He was mean to me because I scared him.

“I dare you to kiss Nova right now”,

As if it had to be a dare.

I can't recall whether we ever kissed or not,

But I recall the curve of her cupid's bow as well as I recall it singing in a dazzling tone.

I liked being scary to the boys,

I hated when she was mad at me.

But, still, I passed “I love you” notes to him in class,

While I sat next to her everyday.

I loved anything she liked,

Became red at her touch,

Thought she was the prettiest creature I’d ever seen,

As if I was supposed to know.

I have not heard from her in years,

In my sophomore year I was told she tried to kill herself,

And then none of my texts would send.

I still wonder if I ever got my kiss,

When we rolled a dice and were told I’d end up with him,

I wrote it down as a joke,

As if you would ever go.

— anna

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ficsyoumayhavemissed · 10 months

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We want to keep celebrating diversity! Since it's Pride Month, we want to bring attention to our other three related tags and past recommendations with some under-appreciated fanfics:

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Those of you who didn't know our blog may be interested to check out our detailed tagging system! We have tag pages for (mobile // desktop).

Also take the opportunity to mention that the @projectotb is back this year and also running a drabble fest, and give a shoutout to the @1dpridefest which is currently happening, so don't miss the chance and support all the amazing writers and creators participating!

Lastly, go view our very last pride-themed rec! Remember to leave comments and kudos on fics and support all of the amazing LGBTQ+ writers we have in our fandom! — FYMHM xx

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idontknowwhatimdoingokay · 5 months

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day 12 of nanowrimo

i wrote 1,760 words today

i have a total of 24,958 words now

almost 50% done

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bushs-world · 3 months

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TIME AND AGAIN

Summary: In the far future, Sameera volunteers to test a memory simulator that allows the user their memories. Her choice? A memory from three years ago but soon she realises she craves to go back again and again

Rating: G

Tags: Original female character x original female character, futuristic setting, post cyberpunk, timeloops, science fiction, short story

Word count: 3.2k

This is my first time publishing one of my short stories. I originally wrote this short story as a part of the Sylki Zine. A huge thanks to @queen-of-meows for helping me with the plot of this short story. If you like it, please do like and reblog!!

‘Every man who remembers must remember something, and that which he remembers is called the object of his remembrance.’

These words, handpicked by their president from Thomas Reid’s ‘Essays on the Intellectual Powers of Man’, were inscribed on the plutonium plaque that hung on the wall of their research center. Sameera had walked past this plaque many times before but never had she ever read those words, until today.

The object of remembrance.

A lone tear rolled down her cheek. Her heart ached but she was skilled in pushing away her sorrows. Slowly instead, she laid down on the full body, flatbed scanner. The wires attached to her arms tingled with tiny jolts of electricity as a technician secured the electromagnetic band around her head.

“Sameera, are you comfortable?” asked Mr. Glen, her testing officer. She gave him a thumbs up.

He smiled. “Scared?”

She shook her head in refusal. “There's nothing to be scared of. I know the procedure, I have worked on this project for years.”

Mr. Glen attached a clip to the tip of her index finger. “We will be monitoring your vitals and bring you back if there's any problem. There shouldn't be any issue but I have to ask you again- Are you sure you want to volunteer?”

Sameera nodded. Her colleague patted her shoulder, then entered the initiate command on the main computer.

The welcome song, a piece of classical music, rang in her ears. Sameera saw her teammates walk around the mainframe. Her eyes felt heavy. She blinked once, then twice before her eyelids fell shut.

—

Sameera woke up with a start and looked around. She was at her workstation along the mainframe at the research center. Her work screen was filled with lines of codes she needed to run and test.

Her eyes went to the top left corner of her screen. The date was displayed in a deep blue colour. A small smile made its way across her face.

26 November, 2350

She was here.

Her planner lay open by her side. She still had piles of work to finish– she had to run the codes, record their output, then file her observations into the database. There was also the report she needed to prepare.

Sameera closed her planner shut with a thud. Then she got up from her workstation and walked out. Her coworkers shot her flabbergasted looks. Her manager barred her from leaving. But it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered except for the one thing she came here for.

As the elevator pod took her down to the ground floor, Sameera checked her appearance in the shiny chromium of its walls. She fixed her dark raven hair, smoothing away any flyaways and removed her lab coat, scrutinizing her appearance.

There were dark circles under her eyes. She was in her work clothes, a white button up shirt with slacks. Sameera adjusted her attire and nodded satisfied. The white of her shirt contrasted well with her dusky, brown complexion. She remembered bringing a trench coat along with her, a perfect dress up for the evening.

Once she reached the ground floor, Sameera quickly made her way to the reception. The robotic assistant, an earlier model she had totally forgotten about, greeted her at the front desk. It led her to her locker where she collected her belongings, replaced her lab coat with her trench coat and went about her way.

The nightlife was in its full glory when she stepped out of the building. The nano processor installed on her wrist displayed the time– 7:30 pm.

30 minutes to 8.

Her destination wasn't too far away so she decided to walk. Along the way, she stopped by the airbrush booth to get her makeup done and bought a bouquet of flowers from the floral counter. A few minutes more and she reached the place.

A bright pink neon sign, hung at the entrance of the restaurant, glowed brightly in the night. The host, an android with a fake looking skin (the unrealistic skin always gives them away), welcomed her. “Good evening. How can I help you?”

Now that she was finally here, she realized how scared she truly was. Sameera choked on her words. “I.. I have a reservation today.”

“This way please,” the android replied in its robotic voice and led her inside.

Sameera followed it, her heart racing violently. Her palms sweated, her stomach twisted with dread. She turned round the corner, when she saw her sitting in a booth at the back of the restaurant.

The sight knocked the wind out of her. Sameera froze, tears welling in her eyes. She looked ethereal, wearing a teal dress, her beautiful, curly hair pinned up in a bun.

Oh how had she missed her. Her big, brown doe like eyes, her soft chocolate skin, her big smile, her laughter, her embrace. She was here and she was real.

“Sameera?” she called out, waving at her from the booth. “You are here.”

Sameera slowly made her way towards her, wiping away the tears in her eyes. “Rumi.”

Rumi got up and pulled her into a hug. “Happy wedding anniversary, my dear wife. I was so scared you won't make it but here you are.”

Sameera choked on a sob. “I came, Rumi.”

Rumi kissed her forehead. “Yes, you did. I am so happy, Sameera.” Then, she led her towards the table. “Come, let's sit down.”

Sameera sat down on a chair. Rumi sat across her, going through the menu. “What would you like to drink? Let's see it's almost 8.”

“Rumi,” Sameera interrupted her, reaching out to hold her wife’s hand. “You don't think I am a bad wife now, do you?”

Rumi knitted her brows in confusion. “What are you saying?”

“Tell.. tell me you are happy with me,” said Sameera, her voice trembling.

“Oh Sameera,” Rumi replied. “My dear wife. You are so stupid. If only you knew–”

___

Sameera opened her eyes, shocked. Her colleagues circled around her, looking at her in anticipation. The ending song played in the background, thanking her for her patronage.

Mr. Glen removed the electromagnetic band from her head, helping her sit up. “So, how did it work? Were you able to re-access your memory?”

Sameera nodded her head. “Yeah, it was my wedding anniversary three years ago. Why am I back?”

Mr. Glen handed her a glass of water. “Oh, 30 minutes were up. The software can only run the test for thirty minutes, as you know.” He picked up his tablet from the side. “So now the details. How was the memory augmentation, the environment reconstruction and the virtual space navigation?”

Sameera wiped her cheeks. “I need to go back. Please send me back.”

“But why?” asked the technician. “This was just a test run.”

“I need to go back again. I need to check the space navigation again. Please just send me back.”

Mr. Glen sighed. “Just one more time ok.”

Sameera gave him a grateful smile, then laid down on the scanner again. The technician secured the electromagnetic band around her head. The welcome song played, her eyes fell heavy.

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Sameera woke up. She was at her workstation, her screen lined with codes. She paid no heed to her surroundings this time around– neither her colleagues nor her manager.

She just ran. Sameera ran as fast as she could. She raced towards the reception and grabbed her trench coat. Then, he walked in haste towards the restaurant, not bothering to get herself airbrushed or buying flowers.

The host welcomed her and led her in, again. Sameera turned the corner to find Rumi sitting at the booth. Seeing her for the second time still hurt as much.

“Sameera?” Rumi called out, waving her hand. “You are here.”

Sameera walked up to her quickly. Rumi got up and hugged her. “Happy wedding anniversary, my dear wife. I was so scared you won't make it but here you are.”

Sameera held her wife's face in her palms, caressing it gently. “There's nowhere else I want to be. I want to be here, with you, forever.”

Rumi gave her a smile. “I am so happy, Sameera. Come, let's sit down.”

Sameera sat down on a chair, Rumi sat across her, going through the menu. “What would you like to drink? Let's see, it's a few minutes to 8.”

“Rumi,” Sameera interrupted, lacing their hands together. “I can't tell you how much I love being with you. I was so stupid to throw this away, to let you down for things that never mattered. Nothing mattered other than you, and I am sorry I didn't appreciate you the way you deserved.”

Rumi gave her another smile. “I am so glad to hear you say that.”

“Tell me,” pleaded Sameera. “Are you happy to marry me?”

Rumi looked at her puzzled. “Oh Sameera!”

___

Sameera opened her eyes, frustrated. Mr. Glen stood by her side, checking her vitals. “Welcome back.”

Sameera got up, disgruntled. “30 minutes are over?”

He nodded his head. “No more going back now.” Picking up his tablet, he patted her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. Satisfied, Mr. Glen proceeded to ask her a series of questions about her experience in the memory simulator. Sameera answered them absentmindedly, her thoughts far away– to a day three years ago, remembering.

Remembering as it really happened

‘26 November, 2350

It was a Sunday as well as her wedding anniversary but Sameera wasn't home with her wife Rumi, celebrating. Instead, she was seated in her work station, working diligently on Project Remembrance– an AI powered memory simulator that would let people relive their most cherished memories. A dream job for her, as she liked to say some time ago but she wasn't so sure now.

When she left for the research center this morning, she had promised Rumi she would be there for their dinner date at 8 tonight. Now, looking at the time, Sameera realized it would be impossible.

She still had piles of work left to do, and both her managers had been unable to let her off until she wrapped up her work, owing to an investor's meeting a few days later.

Sameera ran the code on her screen, hoping to miraculously wrap up her work in half an hour or so. An error message appeared on the screen, breaking her bubble. She teared up in frustration– she wouldn't be able to leave today.

She tapped the nanoprocessor on her wrist. ‘Send a message to Rumi. Tell her I won't be able to make it’. Then she returned to work, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks.

By the time she reached home, it was already midnight. Rumi stood by the kitchen sink, rinsing off some dishes. She wore her night pajamas, her hair undone.

“Happy wedding anniversary,” said Sameera slowly.

“It's 12:15,” replied Rumi curtly. “Our wedding anniversary was yesterday. But forget that, tell me how was your Sunday that you spent at work?”

“Oh for heaven's sake Rumi!” Sameera shot back, irritated. “You know my work is demanding. I expect you to be more understanding.”

Rumi turned towards her in anger. “I am not understanding?! This has been going on for months. You are always at work, even on weekends. I don't remember when we last spent time together, to watch a movie or go out for dinner. How can you blame me?”

Sameera threw her hands in the air. “So, it's my fault. Everything is my fault.” She sank on the couch, crying. “You love your work and spend hours painting, it's not an issue. But if I am stuck at work, I am the bad one.”

Rumi pressed her head. “It's not the same. My work brings me joy and fulfillment. I am not trapped by corporate moguls who drain me out, forcing me to work till midnight on a Sunday. Babe, you really need to leave this job.”

“You can never be happy for me, can you?” Sameera asked, bitterly.

“If you expect me to be happy to see you like this, then yes I am not happy,” Rumi replied firmly.

“I can't understand why you are so pressed!” said Sameera

“Because it was our wedding anniversary and I was alone, Sameera!”

“It's no big deal. It will come next year, and the next. Do you have to make such a fuss!”

Rumi looked at her stunned. There were tears in her eyes. “What was I thinking, marrying you?”

She turned around and left, banging the bedroom door. Sameera stayed put on the couch, crying.’

Sameera sat on her workstation, going through a programme. Most of her colleagues had already left, and the few that remained were packing up their things. Her mind kept drifting back to Rumi. Her smile, her laughter, her happiness were all seared in her head. It brought back the pain of losing her along with guilt.

She needed to meet her one last time. She needed to fix what she messed up three years ago. For Rumi, for herself.

Sameera switched off her screen and made her way towards the testing area. The place was empty by now. Putting in the initiate command, she placed the electromagnetic band on her head and lied down on the scanner, revisiting her memory again.

And again.

One time turned to two, two times turned to many. Each time she went back, re-lived her memory only to feel an aching desire to go back. No matter how many times she saw Rumi’s smile or experienced her warm embrace, it was never enough. She needed more.

She hoped to fix things, she hoped for happiness. She hoped the dead weight she had been carrying for the past three years, be finally lifted off her chest.

And yet with each try, it felt hollow. Rumi felt less like a real person, and more like a figment of her own imagination, turned real via a sophisticated AI programme. Each time she appeared as what Sameera wanted but could never be what she needed because she could never be real.

Her real Rumi.

Wiping away her tears, Sameera laid down on the scanner again. The welcome song played, her eyes fell shut.

___

Sameera woke up with a start. She was at her workstation yet again. She did what she had done a dozen times now. She descended down the elevator, raced to the restaurant and went straight to the back of the restaurant to find Rumi.

“Sameera?” she said, waving her hand. “You are here.”

“I am,” she replied tearfully. “Rumi, tell me you are happy to marry me?”

Rumi looked at her confused, then smiled. “Oh Sameera, of course I am happy to marry you. You are the best wife in the world.”

The words didn't bring her the satisfaction she thought she would find. Instead, they broke something inside her, crushed and destroyed it until all that was left was pain.

The pain of losing Rumi.

“Liar,” Sameera shot back. “You are a bloody liar because I am not a good wife. You should regret marrying me, you should resent me, that's how you should act but why would you?”

Rumi placed an arm on her shoulder. “As your wife–”

“You are not my wife!” Sameera shouted. “You are not Rumi. You are just a reconstruction of my memory, in a virtual space rendered by an AI. None of your words are Rumi's words, none of your joy is Rumi's joy. You are governed by an algorithm that I developed. You are not real. You are not my Rumi.”

Rumi, the AI reconstruction of her, shifted uncomfortably. Tears rolled down Sameera's eyes.

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Sameera woke up, her body drenched in sweat. The vital monitor on the side beeped loudly. Mr. Glen stood in front of her, worry etched over his face. “Are you okay?”

Sameera got up, wiping off her sweat. “I can explain.”

“You wanted to relive your memory over and over,” he supplied, helping her off the scanner. “What memory are you re-accessing?”

Sameera sat on a nearby chair, looking straight ahead. “My wedding anniversary, three years ago.”

“Must be a really happy memory for you,” said Mr. Glen, sitting in front of her.

Sameera let out a bitter laugh. “Oh no! There was no happiness because I chose to stay in my office working, instead of being with my wife. I swear I tried but I just couldn't leave. And then when I went home, what did I do? I told Rumi it was no big deal, that our anniversary will come next year. She told me she regretted marrying me.”

Her colleague nodded. “Then what happened?”

Tears flowed down her cheeks. “Two… Two months later, Rumi suffered a cardiac arrest and passed away. There was no more anniversary for us.”

The pain she had been pushing away all these years finally broke free. She grabbed her face in her hands and cried, letting her sorrow wash over her.

Mr. Glen rubbed circles around her back. “Is that why you kept revisiting the same memory?”

She nodded through her tears. “I thought I could fix things with Rumi, thought I could show her I love her but –”

“But it brought you no joy,” said Mr. Glen. “Because your wife is gone. She isn't here to experience your love. You hoped changing your memory would ease off your guilt, for you. But it won't because none of it is real. It is just a memory after all.”

“I just wish I could tell her I love her,” said Sameera sadly. “I wish I could make her not regret marrying me.”

Mr. Glen shook his head. “Did she leave you?”

“No.”

“See, she knew and she doesn't regret marrying you. She was there, wasn't she?” he asked.

Sameera nodded.

“All you can do is honor your wife's memory and move on from your guilt, Sameera. There's nothing. That is more than enough. You need to let go.”

Mr. Glen gave her another pat, then walked out the room. Sameera stayed seated for some time, contemplating his words. Then, she walked towards the mainframe. Her eyes fell on the initiate command on the screen. She could relive her memory once again if she wanted but.

Sameera shut down the system. Then she grabbed her belongings and left. On her way out, she grabbed an application for her resignation. Then she stepped into the night, looking at the stars.

“I am sorry, Rumi,” she said. “And I love you.”

A star twinkled brighter. She smiled, then walked off into the crowd.

#short story #original fiction #f/f romance #science fiction #post cyberpunk #original characters #poc characters #lgbtq story #sapphic

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lemonlavender22 · 7 months

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Mock-Poster for Homage to the Cosmos I scrapped because the story changed! 😅

#homagetothecosmos #star wars #asexual #lesbian #the owl house #welcome home #across the spiderverse #artists on tumblr #original series #original character #oc art #lgbtq story #spaceship #alien oc #original comic

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starchilddante · 3 months

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Part 2 of Alex: A Prince Turned Princess

Breakfast was miserable. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love my parents. I mean, they are about the greatest parents anyone could ask for. They were even really supportive when I came out as gay, which is probably more than I could ask for. Still, the probing questions about my wellbeing had really left me feeling cornered and exhausted these days. Like the one Mom was posing currently as I picked at my scrambled eggs.

“Are you sure you’re going to be prepared, love? We want you to take charge with this ball, but it seems to be weighing heavily on you.” I sighed quietly into my mouthful of food and offered my mom a tired grin.

“I’m fine, Mom,” I replied. The ball was the least of my worries. “Just because I’ve been sleepy and a little bit distracted doesn’t mean anything is wrong. I need my beauty sleep if I’m going to compete with your stunning beauty at the ball.”

My mother grimaced at me, while my Father snickered behind his coffee. My mother was well-acquainted with flattery as a distraction tactic. After all, I learned it from my father.

“Well, I’m sorry,” she said with a huff. “I didn’t know a mother wasn’t allowed to worry about her family.” I chuckled as I set down my fork, getting up to kiss her on the cheek.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said quietly. “I’m really okay. I promise.” My mother looked up to meet my eyes, standing so she could hold my cheeks in her hands. I could hardly believe I was taller than her now.

“You know you can tell us anything, darling,” she said. “Your father and I may be King and Queen, but we’re your parents, too. We’ll be here to support you, no matter what.” I nodded, clearing my throat to keep my voice from wobbling. My mother was more than I deserved, and sometimes that drove me to the verge of tears. Then again, I’d always been a bit of crybaby.

I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly. “Thanks Mom,” I said. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. I’m looking forward to the ball. I can do this.”

Once I let go of her, my Mother stepped back, holding my arms as she looked me up and down. She straightened my shirt, brushing away crumbs that I were convinced were imaginary. Her eyes met mine again and she smiled.

“You’ve grown into such a fine young man, Alexander,” she said with a tender sigh. “My darling boy. You’re growing up so fast.”

Her words brought back the skin-crawling sensation again. I looked down at the floor with a half-laugh, suddenly realizing how deep my voice was in comparison to her. It made me feel a little sick.

“Thanks, Mom.” I swallowed past the sickness. “I just want to make you both proud.” My father put down his coffee at my words.

“You do, my boy.” he chimed in. “You make me proud to call you my son.”

I forced a smile, feeling guilty. Why did his words make the pit in my stomach grow deeper?

“I’m gonna go spend some time in the library,” I told them. “We’re still going to meet this afternoon, right?” My father nodded.

“Yes, sir. I will see you at two o’clock sharp.”

I hugged my mother again before disappearing from the dining room, walking as fast I could without looking strange. I hoped nobody could see my face flushing. If one more person addressed me right now I might just start bawling. And the fact that I couldn’t quite figure out why meant that I might punch the unfortunate person right afterwards.

Luckily, I made it to the library without running into a single soul, not even Irene. I’d probably have to hear a passive-aggressive scolding from her later about not telling her where I’d gone. I could hear her voice in my head already.

In case you forgot, Alex: Where you go, I go. Keep that in mind next time.

The thought of Irene’s sassiness put a slight smile on my lips, but just like everything else, did nothing to dissipate the dark, indescribable cloud of sickness that hung over me more and more these days. I slumped down into the comfiest chair, next to the fireplace. It smelled faintly of smoke, and it reminded me of the days when my father would let me sit on his lap and he would tell me all kinds of stories. I wished things were still that simple.

It wasn’t as if I had much to be ungrateful about. I was well-cared for, loved, and accepted by my family. I had Irene to share my secrets with, and a boyfriend that might turn into a fiance in the next couple years. There was so much to be happy for.

But I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The pit of dread constantly turning round and round in my stomach never let me forget that. But what was it? I couldn’t begin to tell you.

After a few more minutes of drowning in my thoughts, I decided it would be a bit helpful to at least look like I was being productive. I dragged myself out of the chair and towards the many shelves lined with books.

Grimly, I stared at the various titles. I had planned to search for a few books on the history of our country’s government, since I was, you know, the heir to the throne and what not. My father never forced me into following rituals and diving into royal studies, for which I was grateful. He gave me the opportunity to be a kid. Still, a prince should know all about his country. After all, I was destined to rule it someday. A prince becomes a king.

Thinking about that only reminded me of the noxious fog of existential doom following me around. (I can call it that if I want.) I went to pick up A Brief Look at Traditional Folklore, which, by the way, did not look brief, when something else caught my eye.

A History of Ladies’ Fashion.

I’d eyed the book plenty of times over the years. I don’t know what I found so intriguing about it. But whatever it was, it was never enough to actually get me to read the damn thing. I always came to the library for a purpose, and anything that wasn’t necessary got pushed to the back-burner.

Maybe it was time to do some leisure reading. I pulled the book out and settled back on the armchair, briefly pausing to stare at the artwork on the cover. It was a young woman with dark-brown hair, her face and eyes as delicate as her stance, posing in the pinkest silk dress I had ever seen. Her smile looked joyful, and the rosiness of her cheeks made me imagine she had just been dancing and laughing moments before her portrait was painted. She looked confident. She looked happy. She was beautiful.

With a smile, I opened the book and began to read.

@valorwuzhere here's an update for ya lol :p

Again, if anyone would prefer to read on Wattpad, I'm uploading all parts there as well.

https://www.wattpad.com/1413369420-alex-a-prince-turned-princess-part-1

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After All These Years

Chapter Three — The Excuse

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Monday (right after his friends left)

Charlie went to bed feeling happy, despite what happened with him and Tao before dinner. He knew what Tao meant but he just wanted him to be on the same page when it came to Nick. Elle and Aled were supportive, so that definitely made him feel better.

He wanted to talk about his upcoming date with him, and he knew exactly who would be happy for him AND wouldn’t say anything to anyone.

(8:55 PM) Charlie - HE ASKED ME OUT

(8:56 PM) Aled - OMG

(8:56 PM) Aled - i mean i knew he would but still CHARLIE

Charlie told Aled pretty much everything that happened in his life, he felt like he was the person he could trust the most (other than his sister) so he had a safe feeling whenever he shared something with him. Especially when it comes to stuff like this.

(8:46 PM) Charlie - ok but is it just me or does he seem kinda interested in me

(8:58 PM) Aled - kinda? Charlie you have almost been on TWO dates with him

(8:58 PM) Charlie - i don’t want to get my hopes up

(9:00 PM) Aled - i know

(9:00 PM) Aled - don’t worry about it, just enjoy it and don’t say anything stupid

(9:02 PM) Charlie - LOL i’ll try <3

Tuesday

Charlie was feeling overwhelmed with work, and it wasn’t even lunch time yet. Every time he felt like this he would call someone to get his mind to focus on something or someone else, but to be honest, he only had one person in his mind right now.

He pulled out his phone and went straight to his contact list, scrolling down until he finally saw Nick’s name “Should I call him?” He asked himself, feeling how his heart was beating faster just thinking about calling Nick on a random Tuesday. He tapped on his name, getting more nervous by the second “Please don’t pick up, please don’t pi-”

“Hello?” Nick answered his phone, and Charlie couldn’t tell if he was confused or annoyed by his call. Either way he regretted it.

“Hey Nick, it’s Charlie”

“I know it’s you, hi” Nick said, letting out a small laugh. Charlie has never blushed so hard in his life.

“Hi” He replied smiling “How are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m okay, um- I was just really swamped with work stuff” Charlie stared at his desk, going through all the paperwork he needed to deliver to corporate by the end of the day.

“Me too, actually” Nick sighed.

“Oh- Sorry for interrupting you- I didn’t mean to bother you, maybe we should talk some other time” Charlie stood up and started walking in circles, cursing himself for not asking if he was busy before calling him.

“No, it’s okay, really” Nick’s words were a relief “I think i could use a distraction right now”

“Oh- well me too, that’s kinda why I’m calling you, I hope that’s okay” He asked in a hopeful tone, pulling his chair closer to him before sitting back down.

“Yeah, it is” Nick replied, and this time he was the one blushing “I wanted to talk to you anyway”

“You did?” Charlie started feeling nervous again.

“I did, uh- about our date” Nick stopped for a moment before speaking again, which made Charlie's heart sink completely “Are you okay with not knowing what the date is? Or would you feel more comfortable if you knew what we’ll be doing?”

“Oh-” Charlie was not expecting that “I’m okay with not knowing. Is this a surprise kind of date?”

“Yeah, it is, but only if you’re fine with that” Nick said, just wanting to be 100% sure Charlie was okay with the whole surprise idea.

“I am. I promise” Charlie reassured him “That makes it more exciting, if i’m being completely honest”

Nick laughed nervously, knowing Charlie was excited made him feel a lot of things “Well, I really hope I meet your expectations then” They both laughed “I made a couple of promises after the picnic, I think”

“Oh, how are you gonna top that?” Charlie asked, jokingly.

“I've got my ways” Nick replied “I think you’ll like it”

They talked for another hour, but didn’t even realise it had been that long until Nick heard a knock on his door and someone asked him if he would order something for lunch. They had to hang up but Charlie almost didn’t mind, they had so much fun and he had to go back to work anyway.

Charlie decided to eat his lunch at his desk, making up for all the work he didn’t do because he was talking to Nick.

That phone call left Charlie’s mind running for the rest of the day. They had talked before the Valentine’s date happened, they were already friends but it was different now, and they were both aware of that. And it wasn’t a bad different, and even though that was scary for Charlie, he still wanted to have this.

Wednesday

Nick and Charlie’s date was on Friday, Charlie had no idea what they were doing and the week was going so slow he felt like it had been years since Nick asked him out, even though that happened just a couple of days ago.

He decided not to call Nick today, he didn’t wanna seem desperate or annoying. And although Nick would never think that of Charlie, he didn’t wanna take any chances.

Instead he focused on finishing as many reports as he possibly could, he didn’t wanna have to stay late on Friday if he fell behind on his work. He was glad he did, cause for some reason this week the workload was worse than ever before.

As the workday was coming to an end, Charlie felt like his head was about to explode. He didn’t stop for one second and he was mentally and physically exhausted. He was incapable of thinking about anything work related and just wanted to go home.

With 30 minutes left of his shift, he decided to just drop everything and relax for a bit, scrolling through instagram, checking out some of the pictures Elle and Tao posted from their Valentine’s Day trip. He then started thinking about how he didn’t have a single picture of his Valentine’s Day, and if it would be inappropriate to take one on Friday. But his thoughts were interrupted by a notification.

(4:34 PM) Nick - This character from the ad I just got looks just like you

(4:34 PM) Nick - Attachment: 1 Image

Charlie involuntarily smiled before opening the message. Nick sending him random stuff was a different level of communication. Once he opened the picture and scanned the character, he didn’t think it looked like him. Actually, he didn’t look like him at all.

(4:36 PM) Charlie - WHAT it literally doesn’t

(4:36 PM) Charlie - you’re only saying that cause he has curly hair and blue eyes

(4:37 PM) Nick - And dimples, that definitely looks like you

“He has seen my dimples?” Charlie wondered, feeling like a teenager almost kicking his feet.

Thursday

Charlie was starting to stress over what he was going to wear on their date. He had nice clothes and all but not knowing what they were doing made it really hard to put an outfit together. And he didn’t wanna show up underdressed or overdressed.

When he came back home from work he went over his closet what felt like a million times, pulling out a few things and putting them back in when he didn’t find a way to properly style them “I’m sure it’s not a big deal” He thought, trying to take some pressure off himself “But what if it is?”

He didn’t wanna ask Nick about it, he didn’t wanna ruin the surprise he had planned for the night. So he decided to wear something close to what he wore on Valentine’s Day, not lazy but also not too over the top.

Feeling a little silly and overprepared, he left his outfit perfectly laying on the chair next to his bed, ready to be worn the next day.

He actually felt better doing this, knowing he won’t have to worry about that five minutes before leaving gave him some sense of calmness and control over the situation. Looking forward to something (especially a date) made Charlie more anxious than he would like to admit.

Friday

Finally. After a million years, the date was finally happening.

The day went by quicker than any other day. Doing everything he could to stop his mind from feeling nervous and anxious about later that night. But also checking his phone every ten minutes to see if Nick had tried to contact him at all. He hadn’t.

As the time of the date was getting closer, Charlie was feeling even more nervous, and in a desperate attempt to distract himself he decided to call Aled. In Charlie’s eyes, Aled always knew what to say.

“Hey” Aled picked up with a happy tone “Everything okay?”

“Hey” He replied “Yeah I’m fine, how are you?”

“I was just about to leave, I have new sound equipment I need to pick up before the store closes” Aled said as he walked out to the parking lot “Are you nervous about today?” He asked Charlie.

“Oh don’t even mention it, I’ve never checked the time so much in my life” He said laughing in embarrassment.

“So how did this happen anyway?” Aled asked curious, since Charlie never got to tell everyone the story of how things actually went.

“What? With Nick?”

“Yeah, obviously”

“Well, it wasn’t like… planned, at all” Charlie told him “I had different plans, do you remember the guy from the bar?”

“Yeah”

“He stood me up, so I was driving back home and Nick just called me to borrow a game”

“Borrow a game?” Aled asked, confused.

“Yeah, i don’t know” Charlie said “He asked me about a game I bought one time i ran into him at the store, it was really expensive too cause I guess the Spider-Man game on release day is like exclusive or something”

“Spider-Man game? Charlie, you don’t even like superheroes”

“Ugh” Charlie grunted “I just didn’t want him to think I was following him so I grabbed a game and he got really excited when he realised what game it was” Charlie admitted “He even stayed there to talk to me for a little bit”

“So you bought it, of course you did” Aled said, almost in a sarcastic way “So he called you on Valentine’s Day to borrow a game?” He asked, putting a few pieces together “Sounds like he just needed an excuse to talk to you”

“What? No, he just wanted to borrow a game” Charlie said, brushing Aled’s theory off.

“Maybe. Did he tell you when he was giving it back?”

“Well… He went to my house the next day to give it back but I told him he could keep it for longer” Charlie said “I’ll probably tell him to keep it forever, I know I will never play it anyway”

“So he used the same excuse twice? You can’t possibly be this oblivious”

Charlie didn’t say anything for a moment, he didn’t think Nick was using the game as an excuse, he knows Nick likes video games and Marvel, so it made sense that he just wanted to play it. But on the other hand, it did seem a little weird he was ready to give it back the very next day, and casually asked him if he was doing something. But Nick did say he would be too busy to play so… who knows.

“Is that why he was there on Monday, before we arrived at your house?” Aled had the suspicion that Nick was the one behind Charlie.

“Yeah, he also asked if I was doing anything but I had to say yes cause you guys were coming to dinner” Now Aled knew for sure.

“Charlie, you can’t keep denying this” Aled said, happy for his friend “He definitely likes you!”

“STOP, I can’t think that right now, not when I’m literal hours away from seeing him” He replied,

“Okay, I’ll stop, but he definitely does” Aled heard Charlie giggle on the other line “Hey, and don’t worry about Tao. You don’t have to feel pressured to tell him about it, if this is your thing then that’s ok, and if you wanna keep it for yourself and Nick I think you should. Just know that doesn’t make you a bad friend”

Charlie smiled at Aled’s words, he loved the insight he always gave him, no matter what was happening with him, he always seemed to be able to read deeper into the situation and make him feel better about stuff.

“Thanks” He genuinely was thankful “I love you”

A couple of hours later Charlie was entering his home, walking through the main entrance and up to his room, going straight for a shower. He hadn't talked to Nick but they agreed to meet at his place at 7, so he had a little time to get ready before he got there.

After doing everything he needed to, he stared at himself in the mirror, checking out his outfit and for the millionth time, wondering if he should change into something else. Even if he wanted to, it was too late now. He heard the doorbell, which made him scream inside. Charlie ran to the door, trying to fix his hair one last time before opening it.

“Hi” There he was, standing in front of him with a little blue box on his hands.

“Hi” Charlie smiled.

“You look great” Nick was smiling at him so widely Charlie though he could throw up.

“Thank you, you do too” He laughed nervously looking at Nick blush at his words.

“Are you ready?” Nick asked, putting one of his hands behind him.

“I’m ready”

A/N: thank you sm for reading <3 hope you liked it!

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