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mcdonaldsnumberone · 1 year

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bllk boys as otome love interests

gender neutral reader

content warning(s): some of them may be sentient

ISAGI YOICHI!

the best friend and lead character!

Everyone loves and treasures this kind of love interest. Isagi is the hardworking, earnest kind of male lead, and no matter what kind of obstacle the game tosses at you, he’s the love interest that always comes out on top to save the day! Some people might call him boring or are quick to dismiss him as the bland protagonist, but in reality, there’s more to Isagi than the smiley, good boy attitude he puts on. As the lead protagonist and the poster boy, Isagi’s an awfully greedy love interest. If you aren’t prepared to give him your entire heart, then you might get horrendously caught off guard by his egotistical and almost sadistic way of demanding love. After all, this is his game, isn’t it?

“I love you,” Isagi whispers gently. The scene’s perfect: a lovely setting sun that dyes the edges of his world with the most breathtaking swirls of pink and orange, a gentle breeze that ruffles his hair, and the comforting weight of you leaning against his shoulder. He could die right now, and Isagi swears that he’d still be the happiest man in the world. He feels like he’s been through thick and thin with you.

And he always would be there for you. That’s what someone like him was for, right? He cranes his head, and he glances down at you. The smile on his face is infectious, and you find yourself grinning up at him too. Deep down, you should know that Isagi’s just a video game character, yet as the cutscenes unfold and Isagi continues to proclaim his love for you, you can’t help but feel like he’s more of a real blood-and-flesh person rather than a compilation of blurred pixels on your screen.

He presses a shy kiss to the crown of your head, and he cups your face. Isagi’s hands are careful yet soft, and you want to bury your face into his touch. How could he be so loving yet so unpredictable at the same time? Was this truly the same man who vowed to raise hell the moment anyone else threatened his claim on you? Not that it mattered. You’d never have eyes for anyone else.

“Tell me you love me too,” Isagi urges. He nudges you playfully, and you curiously glance up to meet his big blue eyes.

> “I love you too, Yoichi.”

> “Let’s be together forever.”

ITOSHI RIN!

bad boy rival!

It’s only inevitable that you get off on the wrong foot with a love interest like Rin. He’s gruff and rough around the edges, and he has no time for anyone that fails to live up to his standards. But behind those hardened walls is a wounded boy who wants love more than anybody else around him. He might brush off your open hand more than once, but if you’re insistent enough, he’ll become the most loyal lover of them all! Only those that can brave the sting of his bites are rewarded the sweetness of his exclusive kisses. Besides, his beautiful black hair, alluring eyelashes, and piercing teal eyes are all physical features to make even the most jaded of people to instantly fall in love with him. Maybe you’ll be the one to melt his icy heart?

Rin pouts, and you know immediately that he’s avoiding your gaze. “...Quit looking at me with those eyes.”

“What eyes?” You innocently ask. You know perfectly well what you’re doing to him. You hang off of his arm, pursing your lips and looking up at him with the best puppy eyes your avatar character can muster up. “C’mon, Rinnie… Do you not like being with me? Is that it?”

The boy grits his teeth, and the light flushes of pink dusting his cheeks signal to you that you’re getting closer and closer to your goal. “T-That’s not it…! Ugh, stop clinging to me so much. It’s gross. You’ll make me throw up.”

“Ehhhh? Is it so wrong for me to want love from my boyfriend? Hmph! If you act like that, I’ll just go and find someone else instead!” You pretend to huff, holding your ground. He grits his teeth. You’re enjoying this far too much, and Rin lets out the biggest sigh, defeatedly shaking his head and exhaling deeply.

“...Fine. I’ll take you out to the new cafe that opened around the block. And fine, fine, I’ll pay for it. Happy now?” Only then does he look at you. Despite his harsh glare, the corners of his lips twitch subtly, and you’re more than aware that Rin only puts up the tough guy act to keep up his jaded reputation around his social circles.

You clap your hands delighted. “Yes! You’re the best, Rinnie!”

The otome game character huffs, and he holds his head high. “You owe me though.”

> “How about a big ol’ kiss?”

> “Ehhh? So mean! I’ll tell on you to Sae!”

NIKO IKKI!

shy, shy, shy!

Quiet, introverted, and observant, Niko really isn’t the kind of otome love interest that might grab your attention by force or wedge his way into your route. His appeal comes in his constant presence and his intrigue. Everybody knows about the loudspoken guys or the troublemakers, but only a select few have the courage or the knowledge to befriend a loner love interest like Niko. Don’t get him wrong—it’s not that he’s a loser or anything. Niko has his own voracious streak that he keeps beautifully under wraps. He’ll draw you in with his concealed charm bit-by-bit, fully luring you away from the pomp and circumstance of your stereotypical otome routes. You’ll always come running back to him once you’re hooked. That much he’s sure of.

“You know, I never thought a guy as reserved as you could be so lively,” you admit sheepishly. You can never pinpoint how Niko’s feeling exactly, but you’re sure that if you could push past his long bangs and look into his pretty eyes, he would probably blush and look away. The loud electric noises of the arcade echo in your ears, and Niko bites the inside of his cheek in concentration as he guides the claw machine to bend to his will.

He cheers softly to himself, and he ducks down. You glance over at him, and before you know it, you’re greeted with a fluffy bunny plushie in your face.

“...it’s for you,” Niko mutters. He’s looking away from you, clearly feeling a little shy. “I only get to come out to things like this because you invite me. Otherwise I’d probably be at home. You’re the only person who asks to do things like this with me.”

You take the plushie from him, and you give it a big squeeze. “Awwww, Niko! You’re too sweet. I like hanging out with you, you know? You gotta give yourself more credit. I think you’re fun to be with.”

“You think I’m fun to be with?” He hesitates. He wants to say “enough to hang out with me alone?” but he stops himself. The last thing he wants to do is scare you away. But he likes it. The unspoken tension, the quaint intimacy of being able to have your company all alone, away from the other noisy and annoying people.

He smiles warmly, and he turns towards you. “It’s almost like a date since it’s just the two of us here.”

> “Do you want to make it a proper one then?”

> “That’s so cute! We should do this more often!”

MIKAGE REO!

rich boy ceo millionaire!

From the start, this world was meant to be a stepping stone for Reo. Everyone fawns over a love interest like him. He’s skilled, handsome, and even if it weren’t for his actual skills, anyone would be blinded by the sheer amount of wealth he has. And like any good otome game worth its salt, his interest is on you, the player! He’s a princely gentleman on the quest to find a treasure unlike anything else in his glamorous life, and what better solution to his search than someone like you? He’s interested in how you seem to be so distanced from the rest of this fictional world. It’s like you’re from a different universe, and if he manages to put you in the palm of his hand and take over you completely, he’d have something unique that no one else in this world could ever own…

Reo’s fingers are gentle and warm, and they tickle when he brushes his fingertips against the curve of your cheek. You want to lean into his touch, but he’s fickle. He keeps you chasing after his advances, and the two of you have mastered this odd game of chase: show just enough to keep the other interested, but not too much.

His penthouse screams luxury. You know trying to calculate how much everything in it would cost would give you an eternal headache, but you’re more preoccupied on the thick chemistry that hangs in the air between you two. None of the housekeepers nor his parents are in sight, and it’s just the two of you stuck alone in his room.

“You’re such a strange person…,” he trails off. His fingertips trace over your nose, the apple of your cheeks, and the swell of your lips. You want to kiss his fingers, press his dainty hands against your lips, but you press your mouth into a thin line. You provoke him silently, dare him to approach you closer so that you can ensnare him in your charm.

What a dangerous game, you muse to yourself, both in the moment and in the bigger picture.

“The more time I spend with you, the more confused I get,” the purple-haired boy laughs. His voice rings around the spacious suite, and he cups your face with his palms. The touch is electric and paralyzing, and you don’t dare breathe as he brings your face close to his. “What have you done to me?”

“I don’t know,” you coyishly respond. You blink at him flirtatiously, leaving the boy breathless.

He sighs, and he shakes his head slightly. “Then you don’t mind if I get bolder, would you? What would you say if I said I wanted to steal you away from the rest of the world?”

> “Do it. I don’t mind. Make me yours.”

> “Oh? Shouldn’t I be the one monopolizing you instead?”

OTOYA EITA!

good-for-nothing flirt!

Otoya is the guy everyone warns you about. In every gameplay video’s advice, in every walkthrough’s comments, even in the fanfiction that randomly pops up on your screen… Falling for Otoya is bad news. He plays with feelings even more casually than he plays soccer, and wherever he goes, he leaves a trail of shattered lovers in his wake. But the heart wants what it wants, and it’s hard to stay away from him once you’re entranced by his cool charm and his unexpected flirting. The only way to tame a playboy’s heart is to give it a taste of his own medicine or to find a way to make him acknowledge you as a final boss of sorts. You’re determined not to end up as another one of his scorned talking stages, and when you double down on the fact that you’re not letting him slip through your hands, Otoya’s route becomes so much more interesting.

You dig your heel into the ground, and you tighten your grip on the flirtatious boy’s arm. “Not so fast, Mr. Ninja! I’m not letting you disappear on me like that! You promised me a date after I bailed you out last week, and I’m not going to let you off the hook!”

Otoya gritted his teeth, trying to shake you off of him, but you determinedly clung onto him as if you were attached to his elbow with superglue. “Fine, fine! I get it! I’ll take you out properly! Will you please let me go?”

“Absolutely not!” You grunt, and you puff your cheeks out. “The moment I let you go, I know you’re going to run off after the next pretty girl you see! I know all of your dirty little tricks!”

Otoya groans and rolls his eyes, but he still throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright. You got me. I’ll take you out. And here I was, hoping you’d fall for it and let me go. Where do you want me to take you? The park? The zoo?”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to go somewhere where you take all of your flings! Take me seriously, Otoya! Take me somewhere you haven’t taken anybody else before! Somewhere new! Somewhere totally romantic!”

He scrunches his face up, and he observes you with a pointed eye. “Somewhere romantic? Aren’t you getting a little too ahead of yourself?”

“Nope. I’m not letting someone as sleazy as you get off the hook that easily. C’mon, you should be able to think of something! Don’t tell me….” Your face falls in disgust. “Have you taken out so many people on dates that you don’t have anywhere unique to go?!”

Oh, you really should have picked a different love interest in this game. There were childhood sweethearts, charming rebels, even a millionaire… And you just had to go pick the scumbag.

“What are your ideas then? Shoot ‘em at me,” he grumbles. You think to yourself, humming excitedly to yourself. If Otoya was going to be persistent on shaking you off, you were going to be even more persistent on capturing his heart.

> “How about your room? No one’s been there before, right?”

> “Take me to a wedding chapel! We’ll pretend to get hitched!”

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #itoshi rin #niko ikki #mikage reo #otoya eita #x reader #my writing

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issacballsac · 8 months

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“Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda„

Honestly he’d never outright call you his friend💀 ! Gn Demon Reader

Origins | DMC3

Let’s be FR he wouldn’t care abt your gender or lack there of he still sees you as lesser than

You’d have to be a Devil or half Devil to even linger around him

Im seeing you just come from Hell to be friends with him🦀

Naturally like any of the devils in DMC3 u were originally gonna attack Vergil bc NPC does what NPC is supposed to do

But you have common sense a pretty mf with a sword is bad news so let’s be friends dear beautiful one

Bear with me right—all ur demon gang gets slaughtered by this mf and you’re just standing there watching fascinated absolutely entranced by this mf

Seeing as you’re the last obstacle he points that big ass katana at you

“Sorry I just can’t fight someone so beautiful man.”

Gives you the MEANEST side eye

Still tries to HARM you and succeeds—but like you regenerate 💀

Mf would let out the BIGGEST sigh and just walk away🪦

You follow ofc bc who wouldn’t (a mf who wants to live 💀)

Bonding

Me when might controls everything 🫦

Despite being a demon yourself you def would try to convince him to NOT open the portal

Bc lets be FR them other devils ain’t shit for nothin‼️

He constantly looks annoyed and has a mean case of resting bitch face

He’s very stand-offish and depending on how long/well you know each other he’ll listen to what you’re sayin

Especially if ur a person that likes to go on rants

DMC3 he’d be more open to a mf who has no attachments as seen during the scene where he stabbed Arkham

New to friendship and sees everything as a transaction

You give me this and I give you that typa thing

Would take FOREVER to tell you abt his childhood and by the time he does u pretty much already know bc of Dante

Would get along better if ur also half demon rather than full demon as he has a complex where he continuously tries to rid himself of his humanity

Bros on a MISSION so u gotta be able to keep up

Obviously being demon/half demon you got some power but if you’re weak he’s gonna drop you I’m sorry 💀(no I’m not)

Daily

Doesn’t celebrate his birthday

Just in general regardless of his childhood I just don’t think he’d like to

So no surprise parties please🫶

Now don’t get me wrong he IS smart but like also a dumbass💀

Constantly makes you think bc he’ll say smth so stupid but make it sound so smart

A very dramatic mf

Always makes dramatic entrances no matter where he goes

Walks into McDonalds with his blue coat flowing, snowlike hair, glistening eyes, arched eyebrows, and a judgmental look

Baby let ur hair down🫦

Bro is effortlessly breathtaking and if u ask for tips or question what he does for his routine he looks you up and down, scoffs, and leaves💀

I NEED MORE POWER

Spars with you bc luckily you can regenerate

Infinite punching bag

Love a reader with no shame(me acting like I didn’t write this)

Idk why but I feel like he can play the piano as just like a pastime thing

When trapped in Hell u just roam around y’know bc you’ve lived there for as long as you can remember 😭

Vergil is in a constant search for more power and ur just chillin watching him

Like those mfs who still calmly sip on their drinks when there is a bar fight

“Woohoo! Go Vergil you’re doin’ great!”

“Shut up!”

He loves you, I promise.

Talks shit abt Dante, lovingly ofc

After the events of DMC5 if he were to come back with Dante(ambiguous ending)

Y’all would prob live together

And they were roommates 😨

FR tho it’s like weird especially with Nero being recognized as his son

“Nero is my son?”

“You have a son?”

“I didn’t know..”

“How did you not know?”

Becomes more vocal during the friendship during/after the events of DMC5

He doesn’t see the need for an abundance of clothes so if ur into fashion your ideas fill 98% of his wardrobe

Honestly I think he can cook

More of a baker methinks

He probably wouldn’t like sweets but he’ll certainly make them himself

No I’m not going to make a berries delight joke.

#fanfic #fanfiction #platonic headcanons #x male reader #platonic #x gn reader #x reader platonic #x female reader #dmc vergil #dmc devil may cry #dmc x reader #dmc fanfiction #dmc headcanons #dmc #vergil #vergil x reader #vergil x you #Vergil x reader platonic

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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I would love to see pregnant y/n and Harry end up together again 🥺 as I read it, I wondered if there were reasons as to why he thinks he fell out of love with her, if he even put effort into rekindling flames that he thinks went out, but were really still there and things just got a little clouded. If maybe spending some time with pregnant y/n would help him realize that he does still love her and just let a little obstacle get in the way.

third and final part!!!

part i, part ii

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three years later

Harry was a mess.

On the outside, his life looked nothing short of perfect—a fantastic career, a beautiful son, a girlfriend that loved him. He should've been happy, he should've felt fulfilled, but he didn't. His son was his whole world, and he loved his fans and making music, but still felt incomplete.

A new girlfriend maybe? He'd been with her for about six weeks, which was usually around the time he found a reason to break up with his partners. Hailey (and you, obviously) had been the only one who lasted longer than that, so much so that she grew close to you and you'd become good friends. It was a few months after Parker was born that Harry broke up with her. Hailey had been upset, and rightfully so. It had come out of nowhere, and after everything they'd been through together, after becoming attached to little Parker, he was just kicking her to the curb, and he couldn't give her a sufficient reason other than, "It's just not working."

Hailey scoffed at that response. "Pull your head out of your ass, Harry. Your still in love with Y/n," she'd said to him, and those words had been haunting him ever since.

Was he still in love with you? He didn't think so. There were moments where he'd stop and wonder where everything went wrong, but he was the only one to blame for that. Like Hailey, your breakup had been out of the blue.

He'd be lying if he said that finding out about you being pregnant and realizing you had no plans to tell him had struck him dumb. It felt like a slap in the face, a wake up call. He'd hurt you so badly that you didn't even want him around your baby. That was a tough pill to swallow, and Harry did his best to be better, and for a time it worked. You and Harry had worked out a schedule that accommodated the two of you, he went to appointments and birthing classes, and he held your hand as you finally gave birth to Parker. That moment in the hospital as you held your son in your arms and Harry was right next to you and admiring the little bundle in your arms was as close to perfect as one could get. He felt more whole than he had in a long time with just the three of you, that he couldn't comprehend why he'd ever let you go.

And then Hailey and the rest of his and your family were in the room and celebrating. Hailey kissed him and went over to you to admire the newborn, and that should've been when everything felt perfect, but it just wasn't.

After Harry broke up with Hailey, he hadn't had a steady relationship since. You always made fun of him for being a stereotypical "rockstar," but he was pretty sure you were secretly worried about him. You'd try to set him up on dates and give him advice, but that only made him more lost. You were treating him more like a friend or family member rather than someone you used to be in love with, and he hated it. He didn't have a right to, he was an asshole, an utter dick for feeling that way, but he couldn't stand it.

Fast forward to Parker's second birthday, and like an idiot, Harry had only made things worse. He convinced himself that you would never take him back after everything he'd put you through, and that made him angry with himself, but he took it out on you. He'd said some things that weren't kind, things he knew would strike a chord deeper than one of your usual both-of-you-were-exhausted-and-didn't-mean-what-you-said fights, and that was the night Harry knew he'd lost you forever.

You co-parented obviously, but things weren't the same. You were nothing but professional to him, only wearing a smile when Parker was around. You knew Harry had been an ass to you on purpose, but Parker came first now, and you were done trying to figure out what his odd mood swings meant. Unless he was physically unwell or appeared to be a danger to himself, he didn't occupy much space in your mind.

So much so that you found yourself seeing someone. Hailey, who you still kept in touch with from time to time, set you up with a lawyer from her firm, and you hit it off. He was practically the opposite of Harry in every way possible, but that's what drew you to him.

Things between you and the lawyer weren't serious, not when your son came first. Any relationship you had from now on would be slow-going, but he didn't seem to mind, and his understanding made you like him even more.

It had been so good that you decided to invite him to Parker's third birthday. It was a small affair as your son was only turning three years old, but when he and Harry shook hands for the first time, you wondered if you made a mistake.

Harry was upset, more than he had any right to be. You looked happy, happier than he'd seen you in a long time. Parker was the light of both of your lives, but this was different. You looked calm, relaxed, at peace with the trajectory of your life.

He couldn't believe it. You'd moved on. Harry knew it would happen one day, that he'd have to sit back and watch as you made a life that had less and less of him in it, that there would come a day where he wasn't H or Harry to you, but merely Parker's father.

That thought him filled him with so much fear, that he had to step away from the party. He'd been watching you all afternoon as you held hands with your perfect boyfriend and laugh at jokes he was sure weren't even funny. Harry knew he got incredibly petty when he was jealous, but this was a whole different monster. He was angry that he was the reason for being in this position, he was angry at you for moving on after he realized he never fell out of love with you, but scared of just how in love with you he was that he had to run. But mostly he was tired. He wanted what you had, he wanted you, and he was tired of trying to fill the hole in his heart when he knew there was only one person capable of filling it.

He hid in your kitchen while the rest of the party went on without him—age appropriate music playing from a speaker, parents from your neighborhood all talking and laughing and bragging about their kids, and you, standing there in a sundress looking as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on you.

"Daddy?"

And then there was his reason for living, his whole world.

"Parker, my love, what are you doing in here? The party's outside, silly boy."

Parker merely raised his hands. Harry technically wasn't supposed to be indulging his son in carrying him because apparently he became so accustomed to being carried, he cried a lot when he wasn't in someone's arms. But since it was his birthday, he decided to let is slide just this once.

"Why are you inside, Daddy?" Parker asked, squishing Harry's cheeks together and pulling them apart.

"It was a little too loud outside. Daddy just had to come inside for a moment."

"Oh. You could cover your ears. Like this."

Harry smiled as his son covered his own ears to demonstrate. "That's a good idea, bubba. I'll have to try that."

He thought that Parker would give him more advice on how to drown out the noise, and after his next question, Harry almost wished he had. "Daddy, why don't you and Mommy live in the same house?"

Holy shit, kid, Harry thought. Why couldn't Parker ask you that?

"Well, some mommies and daddies live together, and some don't. It's more common than you think."

"But Bailey said her mommy and daddy live together because they're in love. Aren't you and Mommy in love?"

"It's a different kind of love, bubby."

Both Harry and Parker turned to where you were standing by the entrance to the kitchen. At the sight of you, your son's arms immediately reached out to you. You shot Harry a pointed look before taking Parker into your arms and running a hand through his hair, curly and dark brown like Harry's.

"What do you mean, Mommy?"

You shrugged. "It's just different, my love. Like...are apples and oranges the same?"

Parker giggled. "No! They are different. You're so silly, Mommy."

"See? They're different but they're both...what's the word?"

"Fruit!" he said, jumping up and down in your arms.

"That's right. Love is like that. There are all different kinds, but you still call it love."

Parker was quiet as he digested this new information. You took a moment to look over at Harry, a question in your eyes. He gave you a thumbs up, mouthing that you did a good job.

"I want a fruit too!"

Unable to hold it in, you laughed. You kissed Parker's cheek before asking, "What do you mean, bubby?"

"I love you and Daddy, so I want a fruit."

"A very logical conclusion, Parker baby," Harry said with a mock serious nod.

"You can be...a peach. Because you're oh so sweet to Mommy and Daddy and we just want to eat you up. Isn't that right, Daddy?"

Catching on, Harry grinned. "Of course." He surged forward and kissed Parker's neck, making noises to make it sound like he was eating him. Parker squealed with delight, laughing more when you joined in, tickling his sides and kissing all over his face

When Parker's squirming became too much to handle, you set him down. You told him to go play with his friends, and he ran off, leaving you and Harry alone. It was times like this, when you spent time with Parker together, that the two of you seemed to be the most in sync. Harry felt more connected to you than he normally was, making him believe that they didn't have to love differently than the other parents.

"I'm sorry if bringing Will here made you uncomfortable," you said out of the blue.

"It's fine," Harry said, even though it wasn't, and you knew it too.

"Oh come on, H, you've hardly smiled all day. At least try to be enthusiastic at your son's birthday party."

"I'm sorry, it's just hard," he confessed. Was he really doing this?

"What's hard? That question Parker asked? I'm sure you would've handled it just fine.

"It's not that," Harry said.

Looking over at you, he wondered what to say next. To be selfish, or to let you live in peace. You had this warm glow about you, your sundress hugging your figure perfectly. You looked so beautiful Harry wanted to cry. How could he ruin the life you'd built for yourself?

But at the same time, how could he keep living knowing the love of his life might be the one that got away?

"H? What is it? You look like you're about to pass out. Do you need to sit down? Let me get a cold towel—"

"I love you."

There, he said it. It was out there, and he couldn't take it back.

Your whole body stilled. Harry watched you closely to try and gauge your reaction, but you didn't give much away. "What?"

"I love you." Oh God, he said it again. "I love you, and I know it's incredibly unfair of me to say, but I can't keep living like this. You—You're moving on and living the life you deserve to live with that lawyer out there, and I know you've probably moved on, nor do you owe me a response, but I just had to say it. I don't think I've ever stopped loving you, I was just terrified of how strong my feelings were, so I tried to stomp them out, and—And I feel like all I've ever done is cause you pain or frustration, but—but I love you, and even if you move on, I'm not sure I will ever stop."

You still hadn't moved. You were frozen in time, slowly processing and turning over every word that was said. You were pretty sure you were in shock.

Harry stood and watched you process his confession. He felt frozen himself, but it was more out of fear. You weren't saying anything, you weren't even looking at him. He knew it was a lot to take in, especially because you'd only become cordial towards each other in the last year.

"Y/n? Can you say something please?"

"Why are you doing this, Harry?"

You finally looked at him, really looked at him. There were hints of a five o'clock shadow and purple crescents beneath his eyes. You'd seen Harry in varying states of fatigue before, but you chalked it up to it being from working or touring or just being a father. Now you wondered if it was something different.

"What do you mean?" he asked. He tried to come closer, but you held your hand out.

"I...I pined for you," you said, surprised by the break in your voice. "I waited for you to say those things two years ago. Hell, even after we—"

Harry ended up staying late that night, the two of you in a unique situation that only the two of you really understood. You talked mostly about Parker—how fast he was growing and the words he was learning and how he loved to sing along to Harry's music. It was nice. Things between the two of you had been fractured for so long, but sitting there talking about your favorite person in the entire world seemed to mend some of the hurt.

You couldn't finish, overcome by emotions as you looked back to a year ago. Harry had come by to drop off Parker, and you invited him inside for a few minutes. He'd just broken up with another girlfriend, and you wanted to know why. He seemed to really like her, and she was great with Parker. The breakup wasn't shocking, but a teeny tiny ember of hope sparked in the deepest parts of you. It always did.

And then all of a sudden you were leaning in, and Harry was too, and you ended up all over each other in your bedroom with the baby monitor's volume on high in case Parker started crying in his room. It was nice, better than nice. You were already familiar with each other and knew exactly what you needed and when.

It had gone on and off until Harry started seeing someone again. It had been merely just letting off some steam, but stupidly in the back of your mind, you hoped. But then he told you he met someone, and you fought, and he left. And when that relationship with the other girl fizzled out, you didn't make the same mistake twice.

"I know, and I'm sorry. You don't deserve this, but I needed to tell you because—"

"Because I'm the one moving on this time, not you," you said, getting angrier and angrier by the second. "You know what I think? I think you've been miserable for a long time, and you need me to be miserable too, and now that I'm finally finding a life outside of you, you can't stand it."

Harry sighed, running his hand over his tired face. "That's not what's happening."

"No? Then tell me, Harry. Would you have said something if I was single?"

"I just didn't realize that you would—"

"That I would what? Move on from you? I'm just your back up plan, is that it? A safety net."

"You're not, Y/n. Please believe me when I say that I'm—"

"Is everything alright in here?"

Both of you turned around to find Will there. He looked between you, trying to gauge what conversation they'd been having before he interrupted.

Taking a deep breath, you mustered a smile you didn't feel and said, "Yeah. Yep, everything's just fine. I think it's time to get the cake and sing happy birthday, yes? I'll—I'll, um, I'll get all the kids together. H, can you get the—out of the fridge? Thanks."

You couldn't be out of your kitchen faster, leaving your ex and current boyfriend alone together. Harry looked after you longingly, wanting to chase after you and finish having your conversation. But with Will between him and you, he couldn't.

Your boyfriend pinned Harry with a stare, trying to determine what the hell went down in the kitchen. Harry didn't stick around long enough for him to find out, though, turning around to get the cake out of the refrigerator while simultaneously hiding the tears were threatening to fall.

When he turned back around, Will was gone, and he was alone in the kitchen. He'd upset you, but he knew there was a chance of that happening. He couldn't hold in how he felt any longer, no matter how it looked to you. He needed to get all of that out, and if it didn't go the way he wanted it to, then at least he knew he tried.

You didn't believe Harry was genuine, but maybe he if he could get his act together, tried to be someone you deserved, he might have a shot at changing your mind.

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seven months later

You fucking hated Harry.

You had this perfect life—a beautiful son, a steady job, a boyfriend that cared deeply for you—so why were you hung up on the guy that broke your heart?

Since his little speech at Parker's birthday party, you hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. You shouldn't have, but you did.

He'd said everything you'd ever wanted him to say...two years too late.

But even though he was too late, and even though you'd finally gotten the life you wanted and deserved, here you were wondering if it was what you actually wanted.

Harry was...a complicated person, you knew that long before you'd broken up, but there was a reason you were with him all those years ago, and recently he'd become that person again.

His confession of love never came up again, but he seemed to be making some life changes. When you dropped Parker off for the weekend, his house was squeaky clean, he even invited you inside for coffee. Just to talk and catch up, he claimed, and that was all it was. He wasn't seeing anyone anymore, not that you could tell. Harry just seemed to be focusing on himself, and that made you really proud of him. He hadn't been an utter mess in the last few years, just a little lost, but he finally seemed to be finding himself again.

And then all of a sudden you were aware of how good he was with Parker. You saw it in park visits and Harry would play pretend with him, how he had his own little bag of things for Parker whenever he went out, and most importantly when he was the bad guy when Parker was throwing a tantrum. Normally reprimanding or being the "not fun parent" fell on you, but when your son asked him for a toy at the store when you'd already told him no, Harry agreed with you, and worked with him when he started protesting.

It was honestly the most attractive thing you'd ever seen.

But you weren't supposed to see him like that. He was the father of your son, that was it.

And yet you found yourself staring at him more, appreciating how he only seemed to get more and more handsome with time. He came over to fix something in your house, and you had to keep closing your mouth every time his back muscles flexed and raising your eyes to the back of his head and not how his shirt molded to his torso. You were feeling things for him, things you never thought you would feel again.

Your head was spinning when your boyfriend let himself into your home. Shit, you thought. He was taking you out tonight because Harry had Parker. You were nowhere near ready for date night.

"Hey," Will said. He kissed you, and you were quick to pull back, making it a peck instead of a normal kiss. Looking at you with furrowed brows, he asked, "Is everything okay?"

"I—I, um..."

You didn't know what to say. Would these feelings for Harry pass or were they here to stay? You had a good thing going with Will. Was Harry worth ruining that?

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Harry had just finished putting Parker to sleep. They'd had a fun night of watching favorite cartoons and making dinner together—though Parker mainly just mixed things, he was two after all. He gave Parker his bath, read him his story, and finally tucked him into bed. Harry's bed, more specifically. Parker liked sleeping cuddled up to him, and Harry didn't have the heart to say no.

He was cleaning up a little downstairs, washing dishes and wiping down counters. He'd just picked up a dish towel to dry and put everything away when his doorbell rang.

"Weird," he muttered. He wasn't expecting anyone tonight, and rarely did anyone ever "drop by." Harry's home security was state of the art, so anyone who was at his door would be someone he knew. And when he opened the door, he definitely did.

"Y/n? What are you doing—"

"No, no. I speak, you listen," you said, swaying to one side. Were you drunk?

Harry tried to bring you inside, but you stayed put, claiming you were just here to tell him something. He had no idea what was going on or what the hell was wrong with you, but you looked determined, so he gestured for you to continue. "Go on, say what you came here to say."

You were quiet for a moment, fiddling with your shirt. Harry was going to ask why you were here again when you blurted, "I hate you!"

Well, that was painfully unexpected. He'd given you space after confessing he was still in love with you, but that had been months ago. He thought things were civil between you again. "Why?"

"Why? You've ruined me, Harry Styles. You broke my heart, you made me feel unloveable, and I finally, finally was able to be free of you, to move on. And—And you ruined it!

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for months. You said all the things I'd ever wanted to hear after I moved on from you, and now here I am, making an absolute fool of myself because I can't get you out of my mind," you huffed, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Uh..." Harry wasn't really sure how to respond. On the one hand, he felt a little hopeful that you were finally coming back to him, but you still looked pissed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"But you did! You wanted to worm your way back into my life," you said. "I—I had the most perfect man, who told me he loved me today, by the way. And I—And I couldn't say it back, and it's—it's all because of you!"

"Had?" Harry asked. His whole body was buzzing

You nodded. "I broke up with him tonight. I couldn't in good conscience keep seeing him when I was feeling so conflicted. I felt horrible. I made him feel the way you did when you broke up with me, and I hate that I hurt him, but I couldn't—I couldn't—"

And then you were crying. Tears were spilling from your eyes faster than you could wipe them away. Crouching down, you held your face in your hands, feeling weak all of a sudden.

Though Harry was still buzzing with hope, he understood why you were so upset. He felt horrible when he broke up with you, and seeing you fall apart, having to leave you alone when you felt that way was torture. He knew what it was like to hurt someone like that. He didn't wish that on anyone.

Stepping outside, Harry walked over to you and pulled you up. "Hey, it's okay."

"It's not okay, though. It's not. I really liked him, but I couldn't do that to him. Lead him on when I'm so confused about how I feel."

He desperately wanted to know what this meant for you and him, but that could wait. You were clearly not okay. Hugging you against your chest, he ran his hand down your back. "You were honest. That's all anyone can ask for.

"He probably hates me now."

"Maybe, but he'll come to understand. You were right to say you shouldn't lead him on."

You straightened up to look at him, your eye puffy and red. "I can't tell if you're just saying this because you mean it or because breaking up with Will leaves a door open for you."

Harry held your cheek in his hand, wiping away a tear with his thumb. "That's not what I'm doing. I am your friend, you know."

A small smile flickered on your face, but it didn't last very long. "Can I see him?"

Nodding, Harry took your hand and led you inside his house. You followed him upstairs and down the hall to his room. It was a new house, not the one he had when you were together. It was a little smaller and didn't have so much modern furniture. It was homey and child friendly.

Parker was sound asleep on Harry's bed, holding his stuffed pig close to his chest with his thumb in his mouth. Why your friend gave you a stuffed pig at your baby shower, you weren't sure, but of all the stuffed animals and blankets, Parker settled on Mr. Oinks.

Careful to not wake him up, you crawled onto the middle of the bed. You touched your son's cheek gingerly. "Oh bubba," you whispered softly. He was growing up so fast, faster than you were ready for. You just hoped that when he was your age, his life would be much more smooth sailing.

Bending down, you kissed his forehead, smoothing his curly hair out of his face. You stood up after that, letting your baby sleep. Harry was waiting for you by the door, a fond look on his face. This was what he wanted, this was what his life was supposed to look like. He hoped that you finally realized that too.

Waiting for you to step out, Harry closed the door behind the two of you, leaving a crack open because Parker didn't like being in complete darkness.

"I should go," you said when you and Harry went back downstairs.

"Don't, it's late," he said. He didn't want you to go for a number of reasons, but he couldn't say them out loud. Not yet. "I have a guest room. I can stay in there, or you, whatever makes you comfortable."

"You sure? I know I showed up out of the blue, so if you have anything to do tomorrow, I don't want to get in the way of that."

"My only plans tomorrow are waffles in the morning and a trip to the park with my boy," he said. Taking your hand, he kissed it. "But if I did, I'd cancel them all if you asked me to."

You were quiet, not meeting his eyes, just staring at your joined hands. Harry didn't have any expectations for tonight, or the next few nights, to be honest. You'd come to whatever conclusions you'd come to tonight, but that didn't erase the long-term relationship you had with Will. It might take a while to be ready for a relationship, but Harry would wait. He was done being with anyone else.

Still, her silence was making him nervous.

"What are you thinking?"

With your free hand, you reached up and scratched your fingers on the soft hair at the back of his neck. "I...I really want to be with you. I mean, that's why I came here, but it—it's too soon, isn't it? It feels disrespectful."

"You can take all the time you need, love. I know what I want now. I'm not going to do anything to screw that up."

Your eyes had tears lining them as you looked up at Harry. "I'm scared, H. What if we just mess it all up again? It didn't work the first time, who's to say it won't end the same?"

"I'm so sorry that I put you through so much," he said, feeling choked up all of a sudden as well.

"You don't have to say sorry, I just need you to reassure me that this is real."

"It's real, it's so real," he said, leaning down to kiss your jaw. "I'd marry you right now if I could.

That made you giggle, which was kind of what Harry was hoping for, even if it was the truth. "Okay, not that real."

"Let's just go to bed with our boy, and we'll take each day as it comes," he said. He saw the way your eyes kept flickering down to his lips, and maybe you did want to kiss him, but he knew you might regret it tomorrow morning because the breakup with your boyfriend was so fresh. "And if you're thinking about kissing me, you probably shouldn't because I won't be able to stop."

You laughed again, leaning your head back against his chest. "You're probably right. But I would like to snuggle our bubba if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," Harry said. It sounded amazing, actually. The three of you had never spent the night in the same bed together.

You both went back upstairs, Harry lending you some clothes to sleep in for the night. You were quick to slide in his bed, and almost like he sensed your presence, Parker immediately moved so that he was cuddled to your chest. One little hand closed around the material of your shirt while the other stayed wrapped around Mr. Oinks. Harry watched as you went straight to sleep with Parker wrapped around you. He was too excited for sleep, too happy that the stars were finally aligning, but he got in bed anyway.

Kissing Parker on the cheek, he laid his head down. His hand reached out to find yours, thinking he could just rest it on top. But you surprised him when you laced your fingers together.

It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't going to be easy, but Harry knew what he wanted, he knew that this was the life he was meant to be living, his son and his girl together all the time. They were a family again, not perfect yet, but whole.

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SORTING DISNEY VILLAINS (1937-1989)

For *spooky season.* I suspect this will be easier than sorting the heroes, who tend to be reactive while villains are very clear about what they want and what exactly they’re going to do to get it. Let’s see if this ends up being the case.

I go into a lot more detail about this character analysis system here, and talk about the move away from the HP terminology here. But here are the basics:

PRIMARY (ie MOTIVE)

BADGER ~ Loyal to the group.

SNAKE ~ Loyal to yourself and your Important People.

LION ~ Subconscious Idealist. Ideals are linked to feelings and instincts.

BIRD ~ Conscious Idealist. Ideals are linked to built systems and external facts.

SECONDARY (ie METHOD)

BADGER ~ Connect with the group. Make allies, work steadily and well. Be whatever the situation calls for. If you find a locked door, knock.

SNAKE ~ Connect with the environment. Notice things. Tell people what they want to hear. If you find a locked door, get in through the window.

BIRD ~ Collect skills, knowledge, tools, personas, useful friends. If you find a locked door, track down the key or learn to pick the lock.

LION ~ Be honest, be direct, speak your truth. Either the obstacle is going down or you are. If you find a locked door, kick it in.

THE EVIL QUEEN (1937) - BURNT BADGER / BIRD

So. I know that in Snow White the Queen's Thing is Vanity, but. The ‘Vain Villainess’ trope is about the fear of becoming less powerful in a world that only values you for your looks.... which doesn’t actually seem to be her issue? The Queen seems pretty darn unchallenged in her universe. That’s almost part of the problem - there’s an addiction/obsession/paranoia flavor to the way she’s constantly checking in with the Mirror.

I don’t think the Queen is actually obsessed with Snow White’s beauty. I think she’s obsessed with her innocence, her “heart” (that’s literally what she asks the Huntsman to bring her, Snow’s heart in a box.) Snow White isn’t just the “fairest” as in the prettiest, but the fairest as in the most fair-minded, the most honorable. The presence of Snow, with her optimism, kindness, and trust is an existential threat, proof that the Queen is going about things all wrong. Her power definitely has a edge of sadism: She forces Snow to wear rags (none of the other princesses wear *rags.*) And I’ll be haunted by this image of the Queen’s dungeons forever.

So even though my first instinct was to go Hedonist Snake primary for the Evil Queen, that’s not right. She’s not focused on enjoying herself. She doesn’t seem conscious enough of her own desires to be a Bird, and Exploded Lion is possible… but I’m going with Burnt Badger. An obsession with being “Fairest of them all” seems to suggest a group-focused, External-facing primary, and I absolutely see how the extremely UnBurnt Badger Snow White would really get under a Burnt Badger’s skin.

Obviously a Bird secondary. The Evil Queen is Mad Scientist coded, even has a literal evil laboratory. The “Old Crone” plan features a transformation, a costume, and is very much an Actor Bird persona.

THE WICKED STEPMOTHER (1950) - SNAKE / BADGER

While she does seem to get some sort of sadistic pleasure out of controlling Cinderella, the Wicked Stepmother’s main motivation is her daughters. Her daughters kind of suck, but that doesn’t actually matter. The Stepmother is going to make sure they get that happy ending, with all the targeted loyalty of a Snake Primary. There’s a Badger secondary in there too, which you can see in the way she’s… subtle. The Stepmother takes away Cinderella‘s privilege bit by bit… but never actually goes after her directly. She manipulates her daughters into doing her dirty work (like the way they tear up Cinderella’s dress) so she can always maintain plausible deniability. She’s prim, she’s proper, she’s Lady Tremaine. Dark Courtier Badger, all the way.

THE QUEEN OF HEARTS (1951) - LION / LION

This Queen’s thing is that she’s childish. She wants what she wants NOW. Doesn’t matter if it makes sense, doesn’t matter if it’s impossible. The Queen of Hearts functions as both a lesson to Alice (authority figures don’t always know what they’re talking about) and as a warning (this could be you if you don’t navigate the transition to adulthood properly.) I see a very young Glory Hound Lion primary in the way she forces everyone else to cheat so she gets the emotional reward of winning the croquet game. I also want to attribute the Queen of Hearts’ extremely short fuse to her Lion primary - she acts on what she’s feeling the *second* she starts feeling it, and never questions this. Also she's a Lion secondary. There’s no plan. She lives in Wonderland. She’s living moment to moment.

CAPTAIN HOOK (1953) - BADGER / SNAKE

Unlike the Queen of Hearts, Captain Hook does not seem to be *of* the magical land he lives in. He is this outside force trying to impose order on Neverland, leading the only rigid organization there and constantly tying up/imprisoning the main characters. Hook is also the only one th threatened by the concept of time (the ticking crocodile.) *Peter* will never grow old. But somehow Captain Hook will? Or feels like he will? Tradition also says that the actor playing Wendy’s controlling father should play Hook as well, so there's definitely something about toxic order or toxic control going on (the Disney film uses the same voice actor in both roles.) So in the world of Peter Pan, Hook/Father becomes representative of adulthood/society/the Man. That makes him an Authoritarian Badger primary, defined by his organizations.

For his secondary - Hook’s not much of a planner. He’s most effective while he is talking an angry Tinker Bell into helping him, and in that scene he’s charming. He flatters her, pivots according to what he thinks she wants to hear, and while Courtier Badger secondary is possible, I think this feels more like Snake. (I also think you have to be some kind of Improvisational secondary in order to hold your own against Peter.) It makes sense - Hook has to be appealing and seductive as well as threatening, because that's kind of what adulthood is.

MALEFICENT (1959) - BIRD / LION

Maleficent’s feels socially slighted in a very *abstract* way. She doesn’t seem to have an emotional response to either the other fairies OR the King and Queen OR Aurora. Her curse doesn’t have anything to do with with her social standing, or her power, or her role in the kingdom. We actually don’t know what Maleficent’s deal is. Maybe by not inviting her to the christening the kingdom has broken some important Rule of hers. Or maybe she’s just torturing people because she’s bored, and this is a fun Project. (That is her plan with Phillip after all, and this image will ALSO always haunt me.)

But either way, she’s a Bird primary. The only question is if she’s more of a System-Building Bird, or a Project Bird.

Unusually for such a cold villain, I think I want to give her a Lion secondary. She’s patient, and her plans take place over long time-frames, but the plans themselves are direct - “When your daughter turns sixteen, I will kill her.” Done. Also, when Maleficent is threatened, she turns into a giant dragon who certainly does not plan, and her goons (while useless) are very loyal. So another point for Inspirational secondary.

CRUELLA DE VIL (1961) - LION / LION

Cruella wants a coat made out of Dalmatian puppies. That’s it. So I'm putting her in the same category as Hannibal Lecter, someone doing this for the *art,* the ~*~aesthetic~*~ of the thing. But unlike Hannibal, nothing about Cruella is cold or considered. I don’t think she’d be able to tell you why she wants that Dalmatian coat apart from “It’s fabulous, darling.” So instead of going Bird primary (the typical Weird Villain sorting) I’m saying she's a Lion. Cruella seems to have an aesthetic-based morality: "fabulous" and "non-fabulous," instead of "good" and "bad." She’s a Fay Lion primary, like Jack Sparrow.

Her secondary is harder. She definitely has goons, but they’re useless, and don’t seem to like her much. She doesn’t plot or face-change. She clearly likes Anita and doesn’t like Roger, and never bothers to mask this. Cruella first tries to buy the puppies - then sort of seems surprised when this doesn’t work? Honestly, the main impression I get from her is that she’s… not trying very hard. She only really starts to care right at the very end, when she’s driving with wild hair and crazy eyes, as her roadster falls apart around her. I’m going with Lion secondary to reflect that tendency she has to operate at either 1% or 100%.

MADAME MIM (1963) - LION / SNAKE

Madame Mim has a sort of a professional rivalry going on with Merlin, and dislikes that Wart calls him “the greatest wizard in the land.” So of course she challenges him to a wizard duel. She wants to be the best, she wants to win… and that’s all there is to it. So we have another Glory Hound Lion primary.

It’s very clear that Madame Mim loves transformation. She switches between her different faces as many times as she possibly can over the course of a single conversation. Notably, she has a sexy version of herself that she uses to charm people into doing what she wants… and there’s no reason she couldn’t wear that all the time. But she doesn’t want to. Mim gets a lot of joy out of her fluid Snake secondary, and when she’s not solving a problem she just wants to chill out in Neutral.

PRINCE JOHN (1973) - EXPLODED SNAKE / BIRD

Prince John’s motivation has a couple of layers. Obviously, he’s a *little* bit too excited about taxing on the citizens of Nottingham… but that’s because he’s overcompensating. His main visual design element is a crown that doesn’t fit. He’s not King John, he's Prince John, only in charge until his other (better) brother Richard comes home from the Crusades. That’s why he’s so easily flattered - he’s incredibly insecure. But his conflict isn't with Richard, exactly. It’s really... mommy issues. Everything John does is to please Mummy (an off screen-character.) Very Exploded Snake primary.

Secondary is hard because John is incompetent. He mostly solves problems by pointing the Sheriff of Nottingham at them. It’s a running joke that he doesn’t actually listen to his advisor Sir Hiss, who generally has the right idea but isn't a suck-up. I guess John does lay kind of sophisticated traps for Robin Hood? They don’t work, but the intent at least is Bird. So I guess I would have to go with that - a pretty incompetent Bird secondary.

PROFESSOR RATIGAN (1986) - BURNT SNAKE / BIRD

Unlike Madame Mim and Merlin, whatever Basil of Baker Street and Ratigan have going on does not feel like a professional rivalry. Technically Ratigan is plotting a coup… but he spends approximately 85% of his on-screen time entirely focused on Basil. They are at least ex-friends who now hate each other (and it’s really easy to read them as straight-up bitter exes.) Even his hatred of being called a “rat” seems to be linked to Basil - that's an insult Basil uses, implying that Ratigan is motivated by hedonism and ego, and not by the purity of the puzzle the way that Bird Primary Basil is. Really, he’s criticizing Ratigan for having a Snake primary motivation.

Ratigan is very obviously a very loud Bird secondary. He loves lists, he loves Rube-Goldberg devices. He’s based off Professor Moriarty, it's Snake Bird all the way down.

URSULA THE SEA WITCH (1989) - SNAKE / BIRD

So Ursula wants to take over, be the new monarch of the sea… which is usually a Glory Hound Lion motivation. But there's the implication the she's doing this to specifically screw over Triton... which would make her more of a Snake. Ursula also has a *very* hedonistic approach to life, something you often see in Snake primaries with small circles. It's just her and her “babies," the eels Flotsam and Jetsam. He eels also seem very emotionally important to her, as far as villain minions go. This could be another example of Snake primary loyalty.

I don't know, I just think a Lion primary Ursula would be angrier, more of a Scar. She’s doing her own thing, an makes use of an opportunity that falls into her lap. This is structurally a story about King Triton (who has the big emotional arc and the most character change) so it makes sense that she is specifically a Triton villain, and Ariel was just unlucky enough to get in the way.

I'm actually going to say Bird secondary for Ursula. I agree that she gives off Snake secondary *vibes,* and absolutely might model or perform it for fun. But the way she wins over Ariel is by spouting facts very fast and very confidently, then getting her to sign a bad contract. It’s a Corrupt Lawyer beat more than anything. Vanessa, Ursula's alternate form, is more an Actor Bird transformation (Wicked Queen style) and less a Snake secondary playing around (Madame Mim style.) Vanessa is Ursula's version of Ariel - she even speaks with Ariel's voice - and that's a Bird secondary approach. When Ursula‘s plans start falling apart, she doesn't pivot. She starts looking very Lion secondary - exactly like Bird secondary Ariel does when she’s overwhelmed.

Tl;dr

Double Lion - Queen of Hearts, Cruella De Vil

Lion Snake - Madame Mim

Snake Bird - Prince John, Professor Ratigan, Ursula

Snake Badger - Wicked Stepmother

Badger Snake - Captain Hook

Badger Bird - Evil Queen

Bird Lion - Maleficent

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Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Title: Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Genre: Fluff, Slow-Burn, Unrequited love, Love-Triangle/Square?, Angst, SFW, NSFW (like one chapter later on, MDNI), Romance.

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Depictions of battles, blood/weapons, NSFW (later on) and it’s NOT incest. (That will also be revealed, much later on) Also, all the characters are AGED-UP (Neteyam and Ao’nung are the eldest being 18 etc…..)

Parings: Neteyam X Reader, Lo’ak X Reader, Ao’nung X Reader

Summary: Y/N, the twin sister of Tsireya and eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari is faced with new challenges and obstacles as the Sully’s arrive to Awa'atlu. Y/N cant help but be amazed by the new Na’vi, who intrigue her as well as raise a sense of connection within them. What will she do when lives are in danger? When the RDA attack? Or more Importantly, when her heart is torn between the two brothers who steal her breathe away upon first contact?

Word count: 2.9k

Chapter Four: You Have to Ride

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~Flashback (4 years ago)~

Every since I was a child I was known as an outcast, always spending my free time alone just exploring nature. It felt as though I was connected to it, watching in amazement at the tiniest things around me.

It didn't help when Na'vi within the village called me a freak and kept their children away from me. I couldn't seem to understand why did my fascination towards the world, make them so fearful of me? I knew I looked different; with H/C hair and E/C eyes that were a few shades lighter. I also caught them staring at the white patterns throughout my body with disgust.

I couldn't spend time with my siblings due to Ao'nung having Olo'eyktan training and Tsireya was too clumsy for me to take to my adventures. I also didn't want her to get in trouble or worse, get ridiculed for being around me too much. The freak.

It pained me to keep my distance, but I heard their whispers, I heard their words. They thought Tsireya was the gift of beauty that Ewya blessed us with. And I was the curse. Twins aren't that common. They believe that twins are the proof of one soul being split into two. Only one part of the soul can be perfect, the other part would be unpleasant. Holding all the imperfections and impurities. That being me.

Even so, I loved Tsireya with all my heart. As the people judged me and stayed away, she always looked up to me with such cheerful and happy eyes. It would make my day, all the more reason to protect her. To protect her smile forever.

I wasn't always so lonely though. I did have one friend, and he meant everything to me. He too didn't have much, his mother passed at child birth and his father passing due to a hunt gone wrong. My father took him in to watch over, my father was close to this father.

"What are you looking at?" A voice pipes up behind me. A feel a smile tugging at my lips knowing exactly who it was. Feeling the warm sand in between my toes I turn my head.

"A'temu, aren't you supposed to be with the hunting party today?" I ask looking up at the male. For his age he stood taller then the average Na'vi, obviously looming over me. It made me feel protected at times, when he tried his best to block out rude insensitive comments from the villagers. Like my own , personal bodyguard who was also my most dearest friend.

He chuckles, taking a seat next to me on the sand.

I take this time to admire him, he was a brave boy. After losing so much he stays strong. He smiles as if there is no care in the world. I admired him with all my heart, he even took his chances to befriend someone like me. To accept me, flaws and all.

He notices the seashells I'm holding and he reaches out for one. Grabbing the beautiful aquamarine one that seemed to glitter under the sunlight. I was making a arm band of some sort, for Ao'nung's upcoming name day.

"How can I, when you're sitting out here, alone?" He says softly twirling the sea shell between his fingers. My eyes soften at his words. He took such care of me, it made me so emotional at times.

I smile at him nudging his shoulders. "You worry to-" my words get cut off as I stare into the sea behind him. I feel my breathing increase in speed as I fall into a daze. The world seems to spin around me as my vision gets blurry.

"Y/N? Y/N! Hey!" A'temu calls voice laced with worry. I feel him grab my shoulders as I'm being sucked into a void filled with nothing but darkness, feeling my senses dull as I look around.

'Am I looking up? Or Down?' I wonder feeling frantic. I look to see a light a few feet in front of me, calming me down. It was a vision. I've been plagued with visions ever since I was a child. At the age of 7 to be exact. I never told anyone; especially my parents. I didn't want another reason for anyone else to look at me differently.

All except my siblings and A'temu, surprisingly enough they believed me after most of my visions became true. My visions came at random, regarding mundane situations. Like that one time I saw a branch fall and hit a fellow Metkayina. When it came true, we all couldn't help but laugh.

I always thought of it as a curse but as my visions increased in intensity, like the other time when I prevented my sister from getting bitten my a unfriendly Iiu, I knew these were visions from Ewya herself.

I walk into the shining white light squinting till my eyes adjust to my surrounds. I realize that I'm standing on the very beach I was just sitting on. I look around. I knew this was Ewya's doing. Eywa has always been apart of my life, helping me and guiding in ways I couldn't imagine. I look around and see what I was supposed to see.

It was a Iiu, a baby, tucked away behind a rock. It seemed to bleed furiously and it's injures looked dire. I noticed it look different, unlike any other Iiu I've ever seen. It's color's were different, where there should be blue, it was white. It was beautiful to say the least. He looked to be in a lot of pain. I need to help him!

Suddenly a heat takes over, as I'm pulled back into my current predicament. "Y/N! Are you ok? Was it another vision?" A'temu asks his hands still on my shoulders eyes frantic with worry. "Y-yes" I whisper my voice feeling hoarse, I struggle a bit trying to regain full mobility of my body.

"What did you see?" He asks me gently. Pulling me up to sit straight. My eyes widen. I look to see the rocks I had seen earlier. Grabbing his hand, we rush to the rocks. And surly enough, there was the baby Iiu, whining in pain.

"Let's take her to mother!" I say leaning down to help him. Even for a baby, Iiu's could be very heavy. But I needed to help him, I knew Eywa showed me these visions for a reason, I knew it was her because I felt her, I felt her everywhere and even within me at times. Gently pushing me aside A'temu leans towards the Iiu.

"Let's go!" A'temu urges, as he is able to pick up the baby. We rush towards the village in panic. I mummer silent prayers to Ewya.

I look at A'temu, if it weren't for him I wouldn't have been able to save this baby Iiu. And I couldn't have been more blessed to have someone who believed and cared for me as much as he. "A'temu! Th-thank you" I say as he turns to me. A tiny smile etched into his features.

"Anything for you Y/N. Anything for you" he says making heart heart jolt at his words.

Luckily we saved the baby, we ended up naming him Atan, because his coloring resembled that of light and ice. After that A'temu and I only grew closer. He taught me how to slowly gain the respect of my clan, teachings I hold dearly till this day. He would also watch out for me of any aggressive Na'vi and took care of me after I had visions, when I would be very vulnerable.

I guess that's why it made sense that my visions stopped a few years after. I stopped having visions when a apart of me had left, when it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest.

When A'temu had died.

~Flashback End~

I see a familiar white light, I begin walking towards it carefully. I feel my heart beat quicken. As I step out into the clearing, I notice a different part of the beach. I hear voices as I turn around and look into the sea . I recognize everyone there; Ao'nung, Tsireya, Neteyam, Lo'ak and Tuk. The Sully's look at awe as they are near some Iiu. I smile at the sight. 'So this is where they are' I realize.

Just as I feel myself slipping from the vision I see myself, but with Tuk. I'm showing her a baby Iiu as she feeds it a fish. She giggles at the baby Iiu's reaction. This warms my heart. I try to reach out to caress the baby Iiu when I feel the familiar heat surge throughout my body.

I'm brought back to reality , slowly opening my eyes. I see Kiri looking down at me with a fearful expression, which softens slightly at our eye contact. "Y/N!!" She says her hands squeezing my body she as held onto me closely. If it wasn't for her I would have sunk to the bottom of the sea, most likely drowning.

I've never had a vision while at sea, and even if I did I was always with A'temu....which begs the question. After many years, why did I get a vision? I stopped having visions after he passed, I had thought it was due to me growing distant with Eywa, in a way I decided to blame Ewya over his death. Over me being cursed.

I knew me feeling such anger would result in something, that being my visions wouldn't happen. But why was it back all of a sudden? Over the past years it took a while for me to cope, and to grow to love the nature around me. But I didn't get visions then. Why now, What triggered it?

"T-thanks Kiri" I whisper as I pull away, beginning to float by myself. "What happened?! Are you sure your ok?" She asks as I quickly shrug it off.

"It was nothing, a heat stroke maybe? I just felt a little faint that's all" I say reassuringly. Maybe it was a fluke? I don't know what this means, but I cannot assume my visions are back. "C'mon. Let's go find the rest" I say as we swim towards the other part of the beach, where I saw them.

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~Third Person POV~

"These are Iiu, If you want to live here-" Ao'nung states spreading his arms as Iiu surround him. "-you have to ride" he finishes looking at all the Sully's intently.

Tsireya looks around wondering what was taking her sister so long. She begins to worry a bit. She made the mistake of not telling her where they were going to be at.

"I'll take Lo'ak, Ao'nung you take Neteyam and Tuk" Tsireya instructs both older brothers roll their eyes.

The last thing Neteyam wanted was to be taught by Ao'nung. That guy just didn't sit right with him, his condensing eyes towards his family only made his protective instincts act up. He would be lying if he said he wasn't looking for a reason to smack the Metkayinan boy.

"S-sure, is Y/N going to come back?" Lo'ak asks following Tsireya to a Iiu her brother had called. Ignoring the slight clenching in her stomach she smiles. "Don't worry, she'll be here with your sister. I trust her, Meanwhile, get on" she says gesturing towards the Iiu as she holds his head to calm him down. Feeling a pang of excitement Lo'ak gets on. The moment he does a smiles spreads wide across his face. The creature was magnificent.

"Make the bond gently" she says softly as Lo'ak reaches behind grabbing his queue and gently making the bond. His eyes flutter feeling the connection. It was like jolts of electricity that made him feel one with the Iiu.

"Feel his breath, feel his strength" Tsireya whispers not wanting to break his concentration. Gently taking his hand into hers, she places it right behind the Iiu's head.

"Hold here" she instructs, Lo'ak nodding vigorously. He catches sight of of Ao'nung's friends behind her snickering at his appearance. Feeling a sudden anger, the Iiu surges forward into the water. He tries to hold on tight as the Iiu seems out of control, moving based on the hostility Lo'ak felt. Unable to hold on Lo'ak loses his grip as he's thrown off. He resurfaces coughing, hearing Ao'nung's laughter.

"Lo'ak!" Neteyam calls watching the whole thing unfold. He begins to swim towards his brother but Ao'nung stops him. "Don't you want to try riding?" He asks making the older boy stop. Something about his tone gave off a challenging vibe. He did want to learn. He needed to pull his weight.

Neteyam nods, as he swims back to the Iiu, getting on top gently not to startle the creature. "Try to focus, unlike you're skxawng brother" Ao'nung states smirking at Neteyam's agitated expression. Neteyam grabs his queue and makes the bond, the Iiu squeals underneath him.

"Ok little one, let's not embarrass ourselves " Neteyam mutters quietly before his Iiu surges forward into the water. He tries to calm down and make the Iiu know not to panic. Much to his surprise the Iiu calmed down. Smiling he pets her head earning a chirp of delight.

He commands her to turn around as they swim back to the group. As soon as he resurfaces he looks for Ao'nung, who is already watching him in shock. He sends him a smug grin. "Now who's the skxawng" he says mockingly.

Ao'nung fights back a smile and shrugs. 'Beginners luck' Ao'nung wonders, trying to be reasonable.

Lo'ak rolls his eyes; he was happy for Neteyam, especially since he proved that obnoxious Ao'nung wrong. But he hated how Neteyam always ending up outshining him. It made him feel invisible to his brother accomplishments.

"That's good for the first day. Now-" Tsireya stops midway when she hears a familiar chirp, turning around she catches sight of two Iiu's swimming towards them.

"It's Kiri and Y/N!" Tuk squeals seeing her older sister on a Iiu. Y/N peers from behind Atan smiling wide at the group. "Hey! I found Kiri. She got caught up exploring" Y/N says sliding into the water as she neared the group. She stays by Atan's side caressing his face lovingly. Receiving purr's of appreciation

"You're doing very good Kiri! You've gotten on a Iiu!" Tsireya squeals swimming towards Kiri's Iiu, inspecting the creature. Tuk follows, she was so amazed to see her sister accomplish something her brothers had struggled with.

"Hey" Lo'ak says catching the H/C's girls attention. Neteyam waves from behind his brother, glad to see Y/N brought Kiri back.

"Hey! Sorry it took so long. It's too easy to get distracted by the sea life" she explains sheepishly. The brothers nod in understanding. Kiri had always been different, always moving to the beat of nature. It was understandable that she would wonder off in pure curiosity.

Atan peers over at the new male voices letting out low growl as he sees two males he's never seen before. Y/N spins around looking into her Iiu's eyes, he looked threatened.

"Better not get to close. Atan is very protective of Y/N" Ao'nung speaks up making Neteyam and Lo'ak turn to him confused. Letting out sigh Aonung swims near them.

"Iiu's are very different from your Ikran's. They don't bond for life, they have many pairs they are bonded to. Once you get better at riding a Iiu you'll be able to call any" Y/N explains standing in front of her Iiu as he continuously stares at the boys.

His eyes squint at them, unable to stop the grumbling from within his chest. "That's true, but this Iiu. Atan, is only loyal to Y/N. For some reason. He won't let anyone else ride him and he protects her from...anyone really." Aonung says rolling his eyes at a certain memory.

Neteyam's eyes widen, this was a special Iiu?? Y/N giggles as she catches Ao'nung's expression. "One time Ao'nung tried to ride him, within a few seconds after he tried getting on, he was thrown off so far we thought we lost him in the waves!!" Y/N snickers making Lo'ak laugh out loud.

Ao'nung grumbles deciding now was the time to leave, especially from the embarrassing situation. "H-hey! Where are you going? I'm just teasing!" Y/N calls out making him turn to her.

"I have other duties and lessons Y/N. You shouldn't forget yours" he says giving her a stern look before swimming off. Y/N frowns. 'So much for lighting up the mood'

Turning towards Atan. "I'll see you later, ok?" She whispers leaning her forehead against Atan's. He chirps happy before swimming off.

The three watch him swim off. He was fairly large but beautiful under the sunlight. He was hard to miss.

"He becomes friendly after he gets to know you. He adores Tsireya" Y/N says making the brothers nod in understanding. "He still won't let me ride him though" Tsireya pipes up making everyone chuckle.

Y/N sees Tuk, her eyes brightening when she remembers her vision. "Tuk! Do you want to feed a baby Iiu? We have one who is a few weeks old!" She says clasping her hands excited. Tuk swims towards Y/N with new found curiosity.

"Yes! Of course!"

________________________________ A'temu will be mentioned a couple of times. He is important to Y/N's back story! - Author

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inuhiime · 1 year

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:: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ──── ⪩⪨ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓

' if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name '

' was i abandoned because i'm cursed, or is it the way i've been treated in life that has cursed me? '

' a journey will reach its end in due time, no need to panic '

' i don't want to turn back now '

' i just hope no one shows up to bother me... if they do, i'll just make them disappear '

' i will be here when you call '

' the best we can do is to let go '

' place your trust in the wrong person, and it can quite literally cost you your life '

' should any threats come near, i will lend you a hand '

' i need you to go with me. it's the only way i can cope with so many people '

' lonely? no way '

' from here onward, may your journey be free from confusion that clouds your mind and obstacles that block your path '

' sometimes, hopes and dreams bring suffering instead of happiness '

' i will always seek to protect the things that are most important, no matter what it takes '

' do you still have dreams? tell me about them '

' liven up, it's time to set out '

' i guarantee you'll never meet anyone who's as infuriating as him '

' we're wasting time. let's go '

' it was a short life they lived, but it was by no means a wasted one '

' i don't understand what they mean. please explain this to me '

' no one has the right to rob another of their hopes and dreams-- not even a god '

' do not fall prey to the darkness '

' there are only two kinds of things in this world : those that must be done, and those that must not be done '

' the old friends i passed time with are already gone '

' i'm only joking. i don't delight in others' misery '

' forget it, it means nothing to me '

' i'm willing to protect you, but don't think about getting close '

' don't worry-- even if the day comes for us to go our separate ways, i am certain that we will meet again '

' if you want no trouble, stay away from me '

' i'm not trying to save the world, so if i wipe out some evil presence and it happens to benefit you, don't thank me '

' i don't really like people who are too smart '

' what else could you possibly want to hear from me? '

' i am prone to bring harm to the people around me '

' see me as a weapon, and nothing more '

' the fear of losing the people most important to me, and the desire to save them... this kind of feeling makes my heart ache '

' this is my burden to carry. it has nothing to do with you '

' if you understand what that means to me, please stay by my side '

' you sometimes slack off too, huh? '

' oh? you're concerned about all the rumors you've heard about me? '

'if you remember me, i'll live forever '

' there's always danger lurking in the night, so whatever you do, keep your guard up '

' you have placed your trust in me, and of course i will not let you down '

' i'll be taking some time for myself now. goodbye '

' sleep soundly, and know that i am watching over you '

' we are a people whose god is no longer with us '

' well, hand over your friendship certificate. i assume it'll need my signature '

' come on, do something amusing for me '

' that's just the way of the world... no one can have everything '

' i suppose this is the new way of life, then. i'm not going to complain '

' seems like even in my dreams, there are things that i can't control '

#rp meme #rp starter #sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #⪩⪨ ･･･ games

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justagalwhowrites · 3 months

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Bestieeeee! It has gotten to the point that every time I see you've updated, I get so excited! Usually, I have to wait to read the updates due to different time zones, but not this time. As soon as I saw the alert, I stopped what I was doing to read it, lol! I always try to read any chapter with as few preconceived ideas or thoughts of what might happen as possible, as it's how I enjoy reading the most. I had a vague idea of what we might get, but ufff…. when I saw those 14k words, I knew it'd be quite a ride. I loved it!

Obviously, as much as I wanted, like Bambi, that Savvy's return was all happiness and fun, Savvy's time alone was bound to bring obstacles to their reencounter, and if I think objectively and put myself into the mind of a girl her age, her reaction feels so real, and plausible, but not less hurtful to Bambi. At least she has Joel and Ellie to help her navigate this situation and look out for Savvy, and there's also Gattling. There's nothing like cuddling with your dog when you're having a bad day. What about Nike? She might have not returned with Savvy, but can I keep thinking she's alive and happy forever? I hate it when animals die in stories or movies.

I understand Bambi's desire and need to not tell Savvy what she's gone through these past years, but I cannot see how she can make her truly understand without telling her. I guess I'll have to wait and be surprised by how it happens.

Despite how angsty it was, I felt this sense of comfort in the background, like I could feel Joel's care in the distance with his food boxes and how he helps Bambi with her panic attacks, giving her the space to come and go as she needs. It felt natural how seeing and knowing Joel would take care of Savvy as if she were his own would make her take the last step that kept her from trusting Joel again. That final scene was perfect. And don't start me on how Joel and Bambi kept putting Ellie and Savvy in the same box and calling them mine to other people and ours when talking to each other. You had me grinning like a loon at those possessive pronouns.

Am I wrong to agree with Ellie and Joel's perfect idea of how to handle Cody? I cannot stop the little voice in my head telling me the issue is not settled and Cody will bring trouble in some way in the upcoming chapters.

Thanks for the update!♥️♥️♥️

AHHHH HI BESTIE!

Yeah a LOT happened in this chapter lol like at the end when I was editing it I was like "...I should have made this two chapters but OH WELL WE'RE IN IT NOW!" I'm so glad you liked it, though!

The Savvy situation is so hard. I just couldn't see a teenaged girl reacting any other way. Honestly, anyone, I think, would feel immensely betrayed without the proper context but a child who was left to fend for themselves for damn hear 1/3rd of their life because the only human being they had abandoned them? That's going to cut really, really deep. There's a lot to work out and I get why Bambi doesn't want to tell her - she doesn't want to hurt Savvy any more than she's already hurting, she doesn't want her to see her differently, etc. - but working through this without the proper context is a big ask. Unfortunately we know what happened to Nike, she was what Mitchum offered as proof he captured Savvy back in chapter 22. But she had a good, long life - 22 years! - and was well loved and cared for and went quick.

I just LOVE how Joel is at this point in his life. He's healed so much from who he was in the QZ and he loves as fiercely as he ever has. I think that's his defining trait honestly, he's a man who feels deeply and loves very, very hard. He loves Bambi so he'll be whatever she needs him to be, he's not a selfish man, he is the type who will bleed himself dry for his loved ones if they asked. And Joel is just such a father at heart that of course he's going to take care of Savvy. Even if she wasn't Bambi's daughter he'd take care of her but the fact that she's Bambi's baby and the fact that she looks so much like Sarah made any other option an impossibility. So much of this fic is these two being who the other one needs them to be at the time and so often that's the same person. Bambi needed to be Ellie's mom when she was pissed at Joel, Joel needs to be Savvy's dad while Savvy's working through her shit with Bambi. I just love them all!

And yeah, you're fully correct lol Bambi has a problem with what she sees as unnecessary killing, she just doesn't like killing people. She's tough and she's strong and piss her off enough she'll slaughter you but that's never her first choice. She's paid for that in the past - if she'd just killed Mitchum when he showed up at her set up, she'd still be out there with Savvy and their horses and their garden - and we'll see if she pays for it again in the future 👀

Thank you so much for reading, Bestie!!!! Love you!!!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #send asks #kit answers #yearling

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milayaprintsessa · 3 months

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Ok so, yeah usually people would drop a cute text when there’s a reason. Anniversaries or whatever. But since - well fuck traditional relationships - here I am. Ok maybe it’s my stupid fucking brain pouring it out to deal with.. well, you know. But I felt like I needed to get this all out.

When I met you, I instantly knew that there was something about you. Literally the moment I laid eyes on you. And with every second and every new thing I learned about you that feeling grew. Bigger, faster. I fell for you even before I realised I did. You literally swept me off my feet, stole my breath and my heart. Everything about you is perfect to me. The way you seem to read me with just a look. The way you’re so comfortable around me. The way you calm me and my overthinking brain. Like your voice and your presence is a kill switch for my brain. I’ve never felt so much at peace as I have with you.

I’ve never felt so loved before. You fight for me, I fight for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’ve never felt so devoted to anyone ever before, because I know you worship me completely. You know my dark sides and you help me fight them. You see the darkness that floats around me but you love it just like every other piece of me.

I know, we had our fair share of trouble but it’s like we can overcome our obstacles, our problems and look together at a future. I couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore. I mean that. I could never feel whole without you by my side. You fit me like a missing piece, you belong to me like I belong to you. And fuck, I do. You feel like a piece of my soul, the light in my life. Your smile can make my whole fucking day. (And fuck, I hate romance books and movies. But you make me feel all that shit that they portray.) My whole life I thought love is fake, a construct of society and the media to make sad little girls think that a guy could give a single fuck about her. Let’s say - you didn’t have to prove me wrong that hard, not that I mind. Now I’m running around with my heart shaped, rose-tinted glasses - being the happiest girl on this planet. Because you give more than a fuck about this sad little girl. All I want is for you to feel the same thing. To feel all the love, all the happiness you deserve. I hope you get that feeling from me every day, every minute. That’s what you fucking deserve for being such a beautiful person.

I know being with me isn’t easy, fucking hell, far from easy. But you always make me feel like it’s easy. That I’m not a burden, even when I continue to overthink and spiral down. You’re perfect in every single way. And I’ll do whatever I can to keep you by my side forever. To never loose you. You are my man, my future husband. The only person I would ever marry, the only person I am going to marry. I can’t even wait to have your last name, to finally be Mrs. Elijah Hayes (and yes, I kinda resort to being a fifties housewife around you, but I don’t fucking mind). I can’t believe how lucky I am to call you mine. Sometimes I wake up and can’t help but smile once I realise that being awake is as much of a dream as being asleep can be. You make my life a dream, a pure fairytale. I would go anywhere, as long as you’re by my side, holding my hand all the way. You’ve turned my life around in the best possible way. And I’ve gone from thinking I would die alone, to thinking about creating a family with an adorable little house, kids and pets. All thanks to you. (No, the baby fever is chill right now, don’t push it again.)

There are no words in any language on this planet to describe how much I love you. How much I love everything about you. But I feel like I don’t even need to describe it because you feel the same way about me. The same love that runs through my veins every time I think about you, every time I see you. I adore you. Я люблю тебя, красавчик.

#{ красавчик

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twiixr4kidz · 2 years

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Omg wait can you do Heather (from tdi) being like, lovestruck/lovesick?? Idk if it makes sense but basically she just really affectionate and in love with reader. Thank you !!!

oh no, don't worry, that makes perfect sense!! i hope you enjoy!! :D

heather's in LOVE <3

it was sudden, it came hard, and it came fast. when she'd first met you, heather didn't think much of you. you were just another person in the way of her big win. she thought of you, as she did everyone else, as an obstacle. until she let her guard down and got to know you just a little bit.

it was like 11pm, and she was sitting on the dock. her sandals were off and she was kicking her feet back and forth through the water. the marshmallow ceremony bullshit was getting to her. even though she didn't lose, she knew she was almost voted off. if it wasn't for beth and lindsay, she probably would've. that thought was ingrained into her brain and it hurt her head. she knew she should be in bed, but she was too anxious to sleep.

apparently you were, too. you'd been walking around, looking for something to entertain you. you'd fallen asleep for about an hour before waking up with a horrible feeling in your stomach. a breath of fresh air was exactly what you needed, so a breathe of fresh air is what you got. until you saw the faint silhouette of the "resident bitch" as everyone called her, sitting on the dock in the cold.

you'd approached her, almost scaring her into the water. she called you an asshole and told you to leave her alone. you sat down next to her and offered her your sweater. she didn't want to accept it, but eventually she did. you offered her a shoulder to lean on, and as she poured her frustrations out, you listened to her vent. you walked her back to the cabins before going to your own bunk, and you told her that she could always rely on you.

and ever since the day, she saw you in a new light.

whenever she looked at you, it was with pure adoration. heart eyes. she'd get lost in the thought of staring into your soul and she'd get so distracted she'd trip over her own two feet. she stopped caring what other people thought about her. she stopped caring about whether she won or not. the only thing she wanted was you. in her eyes, you were the most perfect soul. you offered her kindness even though she'd been nothing short of awful, and she admired that about you. and you welcomed her with open arms.

once you got to know her, she really wasn't that bad. it was a new side to heather. you made her a better person. you helped her realize her wrongs, and you loved her despite her mistakes. and to her, she was in debt to you. you'd done so much for her, teaching her to be benevolent and kind. you'd helped to undo the years of trauma that led to her harsh attitude, and she was forever grateful for it.

she was grateful for you.

#heather tdi #tdi heather #heather tdi x reader #tdi heather x reader #tdi #total drama island #total drama

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soonyoullgetbetterx · 9 months

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In another life, you still would've turned my head

I always dreamed about finding and keeping that special someone, the kind of love that's so special you only find it once in a lifetime. The kind of love you don't put down and don't put you down. The kind you fought for with your lover standing tall next to you, because you both want it bad enough that it ends up working out.

Despite the odds against you, somehow you both find a way against those odds and now it's something you laugh about over breakfast in the morning while the rain is falling and all is right in the world. Where conflict isn't an obstacle that sets you apart but rather a glue that keeps your bond intact. (Obviously not when it's abusive, but I hope you get my drift).

Ending up in conversationships is definitely not something I wanted growing up. However, that seems like what I usually end up in these days. Despite it not being what I wanted, my conversationships taught me things I want and don't want in a partner. As well as they kind of partner I want and don't want to be.

At the very least it taught me that when two people want a relationship, they will make it work no matter what. If they don't, they'll simply find excuses no matter how great things seem to be going.

If there's anything I've learned, is that distance and timing matter just as much as compatibility and attraction. This is still something I need to figure out. Taking into consideration the people I tend to be attracted to, it's kind of hard if I stayed in the same place forever. Either I need to travel some time soon, or simply keep on hoping for a miracle. Either way, I need to live with the consequences.

It's not that I purposefully avoid the people around me, I simply don't feel attracted to them. Maybe it's a preference thing. As luck would have it, my preference is someone who aren't usually available around where I live. I I hope that changes soon. I am tired of relating to Babe, August, and All Too Well. I want to relate to Lover, Paper Rings, and Call It What You Want for once.

Even though since the breakup, it kind of put things in perspective for me. That no matter how great a love is at the moment you need it in life, it might be over one day. There's nothing wrong with it, I guess that's just the way life is. People come and people go, you just need to find the ones worth going through the pain for.

People don't mean to stay forever. At some point you'll leave them or they'll leave you. Doesn't mean they don't mean a thing. They were a part of your life when you needed them the most and that's all that matters. Their love, warmth, and joy kept you afloat when you felt like drowning. I believe these people are the souls that'll travel with yours and you'll always recognize them even in another life.

I hope you'll recognize them.

Just because I've never experienced romantic love, doesn't mean I don't experience love. If anything, love is an experience I've experienced the most. Platonic love and love from myself. How my body would try to protect me and keep me alive, how friends and family would sit with me when I'm feeling devastated, even how strangers would smile at me and it would make my day. If I take some time to sit down and reflect, love actually is all around.

Don't be a stranger,

soonyoullgetbetterx

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THE IDOL 1x04: Quotes

“- You were right about this guy. He’s a bad muthafucka. (Destiny) - How bad? (Chaim) - Bad to the fuckin’ bone. His name is Mauricio Costello Jackson. (Destiny) - What is he, Italian? (Chaim) - Nah, he’s not Italian. He’s got ghetto-ass parents that thought that was suave or some shit. That’s beside the point. 2012, he got arrested. This motherfucker kidnapped his ex-girlfriend, held her hostage for three days, and beat the living shit out of her. (Destiny) - Oh, come on. (Chaim) - I’m talkin’ about torture. (Destiny) - God, D. How the fuck did she let this guy in? (Chaim) - I have no fuckin’ clue. I thought she only fucked white boys.” (Destiny)

“- I like not having to make decisions for myself. (Jocelyn) - Why? (Tedros) - Because I trust you. (Jocelyn) - You should make that the opening lyric to the song.” (Tedros) “- Listen, I know you not askin’ for my advice or nothin’, but can I make a suggestion? (Destiny) - Please. (Chaim) - I think we should kill this motherfucker. (Destiny) - No. (Chaim) - Whatchu mean no? (Destiny) - We’re not killin’ anybody, D. (Chaim) - Why not? You gettin’ fuckin’ soft? Don’t be no fuckin’ pussy, Chaimy, come one! (Destiny) - All right, here’s what we’re gonna do.” (Chaim)

“- You know what they call people like you? (Destiny) - Crocodiles? (Chloé) - Pure hearts. You’re real. This business is a crazy, corrupt fuckin’ place. Don’t let nothing... Do you hear me? No one or anything get in the way of your gift. ‘Cause it is pure and it is beautiful. And the moment that voice gets out to the world, there’ll be a lotta people that’s gonna wanna take it. But you can’t let ‘em ‘cause what you got is special. You stay true to that crocodile song. ‘Cause that’s you. Stay observant. If it feels wrong, it’s wrong. Okay? Promise me. (Destiny) - Yeah, I promise. (Chloé)

“- Welcome. Welcome to Magistrate Records.” (Nikki)

“- Chaimy? There is some kinky-ass shit in this house. This shit is weird, scary shit. (Destiny) - Really? (Chaim) - Yeah. And Jocelyn’s on some weird-ass fuckin’ S&M shit with this dude? Shit is wild.” (Destiny) “- Honestly, I just think it’s really fucked up that we’re all just sitting around watching Jocelyn get assaulted. (Leia) - Assaulted? (Izaak) - Yeah. And no one is saying anything. Like, Destiny isn’t saying anything. I don’t know where Chaim is. Like, they’re all letting this psychopath exploit her because... Sorry, but he is. Just so that they can make money? Like, all of these people say that it’s their job to take care of her, but they don’t really care. (Leia) - Okay. I know his methods could seem odd to outsiders, but it’s his process. (Izaak) - Yeah. I think that it’s great, but I don’t think that it’s, like... I don’t think it’s worth. (Leia) - You know, Tedros always says there’s two types of people: the ones that support you and the ones that are obstacles. (Izaak) - So, am I one of the obstacles? (Leia) - Are you? (Izaak) - Honestly, Izaak, I’m just really scared for her right now. He’s doing mind control on her or something.... (Leia) - Mind control? (Izaak) - Yeah! He’s, like, using her in front of other people like she’s not even a human being. (Leia) - Well, she’s not a human being. She’s a star. And stars belong to the world.” (Izaak)

“- Okay, now, listen, I’ve been here a week now. Let me just break it down to you, alright? There’s about three to five kids in here, crazy talented. Listen, Tedros is Tedros. I’m not even trying to change that man. All I’m doin’ is observing. You know what I mean? I wanna watch him and see how he moves, so I know how to manage.” (Destiny)

“- Dyanne, we don’t do this. We don’t just find people on the street and give them deals that will forever alter the course of their life. In fact, I can’t think of a single time we’ve ever done this. Have we? (Nikki) - No. - But what it is, is we see something in you. It’s special. And it’s not just your talent, it’s your work ethic. So, here’s what we can offer you. We want your first song to be “World Class Sinner”. The couple of takes we did at the end of the other day, that was all we needed to convince everyone. So we just need to have record the vocals, and it’s all yours. You will have access to every division and every person in every division of our company. That means we oversee your record, we pair you with the top producers in the industry, you’ll have features on all the major streaming platforms, bumpy in the algorithm, a full team of legal support at your back, merchandise : your face on t-shirts, multi-million-dollar marketing campaigns, access to the best venues across the globe. That means world tour.” (Nikki)

“- Hi. How are you? Absolutely, I mean, you’re only human, right? (Talia) - Yeah. It’s funny, I feel like people keep saying that to me as if I’m not. No, I don’t think anybody’s concerned about the tour. I think it’s always concerning when somebody that you love is in a state of distress.” (Jocelyn)

“- Does anybody know the meaning of the word “family”? It’s not a child and its mother. No, that’s “domus”, the root of the word “domestic”. The root of the word “family” is “famulus”. “Famulus” means “servant”. It is our duty to serve our family. (Tedros)

“- Why don’t you sing anymore? So, you’re either fully healed or you’re lying. (Tedros) - What else did Jocelyn tell you? (Xander) - Do you know why I use this? (Tedros) - No. (Xander) - It’s to unlock people. To find out what’s in their heart. (Tedros) - Tedros, can I talk to you for a second? (Xander) - I don’t think he deserves this. (Jocelyn) - He fucking betrayed you. (Tedros) - Yeah, but this feels a little extreme. (Jocelyn) - Extreme? You wanna know what’s extreme? My servitude. My devotion to you. On Earth and in heaven. All you have to do is tell me if he’s lying. (Tedros) - Leave me the fuck alone. (Xander) - Shut the fuck up! (Head) - Let me go. (Xander) - Stop fucking moving or I’ll throw you down the fucking stairs! (Head) - I like you. (Tedros) - Fuck you. (Xander) - No, I do. I really do. I just don’t trust you. I think you lie. (Tedros) - I don’t lie. (Xander) - Why didn’t you tell anyone that her mother was humiliating her and beating her? (Tedros) - She asked me not to fucking tell anyone, so I didn’t. (Xander) - That’s not fucking true, Xander. (Jocelyn) - You told me that her mom made you fuckin’ sign a contract that you couldn’t fucking sing ever again. Did you not? (Tedros) - Her mom didn’t fucking like that I was a good singer or some shit, so she fucking... (Xander) - Made you sign a fucking contract? (Tedros) - Yeah. (Xander) - What the fuck did you say? (Jocelyn) - I said the fucking truth, Jocelyn. (Xander) - Yes, it... (Xander) - What the fuck is wrong with you. ((Jocelyn) - Tedros, please don’t shock me for one second, okay? Please. You don’t understand the fucking years that this bitch has taken from me, the fucking career that I could’ve had, the life that I could’ve had. (Xander) - He’s lying. ((Jocelyn) - She fucking controls everything around her and everyone. And now she’s doing it to you. You took everything from me. (Xander) - You’ve lived in my fucking house since you were 14. You used me for all my fucking worth and now you’re lying to my fucking face about it. (Jocelyn) - I’m not fucking lying, you stupid bitch! (Xander) - You are fucking lying. (Jocelyn) - Tell the fucking truth, Xander. (Tedros) - You’re more fucking disgusting, fucked up, and depraved than your bitch cunt of a mother! (Xander) - Shock him again. (Jocelyn) - Please, just don’t fucking shock me again.” (Xander)

“- Baby, I feel like you need to get a little bit of sleep. (Jocelyn) - All I’m saying is show the world a little bit more of what you got.” (Destiny)

“- So, how much do you know about, like, his past? (Destiny) - We, you know, we’re still getting to know each other and stuff. (Jocelyn) - I can’t help but continue to notice his tats. (Destiny) - Oh, yeah. I mean, he’s been to prison like a couple times. (Jocelyn) - Okay, so you know they’re prison tats? (Destiny) - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. (Jocelyn) - And he told you he went to prison? (Destiny) - Yeah, but he’s, like, really sensitive about it. He doesn’t really like talking about it with a lotta people. He had this fucking crazy, like, ex-girlfriend. (Jocelyn) - Okay. (Destiny) - And they used to fight a lot. They had this, like, really tumultuous relationship. And there was this one time where I guess, they were, like, fighting, and I guess he choked her. (Jocelyn) - Who choked who? (Destiny) - Well, I don’t think he choked... They were, like, getting in a fight, you know.... (Jocelyn) - He choked her? (Destiny) - He held, ya know... He just was tryna, like, fend her off, I think. And she punched him in the face and I guess he hit her back, ya know? But like self-defense kinda thing. The girl kinda made it seem like he had punched her first. (Jocelyn) - I mean, at some point, though, he did hit her, right? (Destiny) - But he was just trying to, like, defend himself. And then this girl came out and was like “He hit me”, and everything, and, like, made it this whole thing like he had abused her, ya know?” And then, there was just this, like, group of girls that he was working with as, like, artists. (Jocelyn) - A work situation? (Destiny) - Yeah. And they were trying to, like, extort him for money. And so, they kinda like all got together and they went to the cops and they told the cops that he was, like, their pimp. And then he went to prison for, like, six years. (Jocelyn) - Okay.” (Destiny)

“- You know, Tedros was talking about your voice. He said it’s stronger than ever. I’m gonna let you go ‘cause Tedros believes in you, but you need to do something for him.” (Izaark)

“- You wanna sell tickets, right? You gotta go public. (Tedros) - With what? (Jocelyn) - My earliest memory, when I was three years old was of my mother beating me with a hairbrush. And for 22 years, she physically and emotionally abused me every day. And I also wanna make a promise to you, to all of you, that I’m not gonna let the trauma of my past affect the person that I wanna be moving forward. And, I promise you, there is a new Jocelyn coming.” (Jocelyn)

“- Wait, are you actually mad about what just happened? (Tedros) - She doesn’t fucking like you. Why would she like you?” (Jocelyn) - Jocelyn. When Tedros told Dyanne to bring you to the club, she didn’t think he would have sex with you.” (Chloé)

“- Nikki asked me to step in and perform “World Class Sinner”. And I just signed with Magistrate, and she wants me to have “World Class Sinner” as my first single. (Dyanne) - Oh, wow. (Jocelyn) - But I didn’t say yes. I said I would ask you first. I know it was your song. (Dyanne) - Congratulations. That’s crazy. I mean, that’s a huge opportunity and I’m... I would feel awful to stand in the way of that, so, of course. (Jocelyn) - Really? (Dyanne) - You should take it. Yeah, of course. (Jocelyn) - Are you crying? (Dyanne) - Sorry. (Jocelyn) - Why are you crying? (Dyanne) - I’m really happy for you.” (Jocelyn)

“- We can open up, we can get personal if you take a hit of this. (Tedros) - Really get to know one another? (Destiny) - I’m an open book. That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, D. (Tedros) - Oh, shit. What the fuck? (Destiny) - What? (Tedros) - Isn’t that Jocelyn’s ex, Rob, over there?” (Destiny)

“- I’m just concerned about you, man. (Rob) - You’re an actor, right? Yeah, every actor I know is a fucking faggot. Doesn’t everybody gotta take it up the ass to get these roles out here?” (Tedros)

“- Mike, we need some music that matches the vibe.” (Tedros)

“- So, what did I do to deserve a text back? (Rob) - You were on my mind. (Jocelyn) - I feel like I never should’ve left. (Rob) - Well, I would’ve resented you for staying. It was too good of an opportunity. (Jocelyn) - If I had to do it all over again, I think that.... (Rob) - You still would’ve gone. And if you hadn’t, I would’ve forced you. (Jocelyn) - Why didn’t you tell me any of this shit? (Rob) - Tell you what? (Jocelyn) - I don’t know, about your mom. The fact that she’d been abusing you all these years. (Rob) - Well, if I’d known you were gonna come over and talk about my mom, I probably wouldn’t have texted you. (Jocelyn) - That actually kind of hurts my feelings. (Rob) - Rob, you’re killing me. (Jocelyn) - You’ve been ignoring me for a month. You changed your phone number and every time I try to call Leia, she says she can’t get ahold of you. (Rob) - I can’t hear a word you’re saying, Rob. Did you say that you care about me or that you love me? I didn’t hear. (Jocelyn) - I said, put some clothes on, you fucking lunatic. (Rob) - You’re no fun.” (Jocelyn) - You know, I bought this outfit to come and meet you in Germany before you fucked your co-star and broke my delicate, little heart. (Jocelyn) - For the record, you’re the one that said it was boring to be monogamous. (Rob) - Well, I take it back. (Jocelyn) - There’s plenty of guys in the world you can have sex with who won’t ask you any questions.” (Rob) - But they’re not you. (Jocelyn) - I actually know you. I have this image of you giving her a bath. You were always so tender with her. I can’t imagine how fucking difficult this must be. It’s just awful. All of it. (Rob) - I promise. I’m in a really good place. (Jocelyn) - You’re such a good place that now you’re throwin’ house parties. In five hours, I have to leave for the press tour. (Rob) - That’s so exciting. (Jocelyn) - Come with me. (Rob) - I wish. (Jocelyn) - The studio gave me a private jet. Come on. (Rob) - I can’t. (Jocelyn) - You know what I love most about you? When you want something you find a way to get it.” (Rob)

“An endless love... I’ve found in you Warm as a fire in everything you do”

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Chapter 2: Stranded in the City Verse 3

As Tailor looked down at the tools in his hands, memories of his father flooded his mind. The Cuban man who had always been so supportive, even when Tailor had come out as transgender. Tailor remembered the warm feeling of pride he felt when his father had given him the tools, and how grateful he was to have parents who were so understanding.

Tailor was now focused on fixing the part of the power system that the motorcycle had crashed into. He was surrounded by electrical wires and tools scattered across the floor. His grandfather's tools were now being put to use, as he worked to repair the damage caused by the biker's reckless behavior. He was methodical in his approach, using the volt meter to test the connections and the soldering iron to make sure the wires were properly secured. The adrenaline from the recent events was wearing off, and Tailor was grateful for the distraction of fixing the power system. He was determined to restore the store's power and keep the building secure, no matter what obstacles lay ahead.

While considering the tools had brought up the past, Tailor was brought back to the present as the sound of Rachelle's voice echoed through the store. Tailor was reminded of how lucky he was to have stumbled upon her, especially considering his recent shortage of medicine. The hardware store and his father's love seemed a world away, but the reminder of the love and support he received from his family filled Tailor with a sense of gratitude. In this new world, he was grateful to have met someone like Rachelle so soon after discovering his shortage. Perhaps he wouldn't have to face this new reality alone after all.

Tailor had just finished repairing the part of the power system that the motorcycle had crashed into. The lights snapped on, and Rachelle let out a sigh of relief. "Finally," she said, her voice filled with impatience. "I thought we were going to be stuck in the dark forever."

As she looked at Tailor, she noticed a broad stain of blood down the inseam of his pants and furrowed her brow. "What happened to you?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Tailor felt a surge of embarrassment wash over him. This was the last thing he wanted coming up in the first five minutes with a new person. "It's nothing," he mumbled, not wanting to explain.

But Rachelle wasn't having it. "It doesn't look like nothing," she said, her voice firm. "You have a lot of blood on your pants."

Tailor sighed. He knew he couldn't avoid the conversation for much longer. "It's my period," he said softly. "It started pretty heavy today."

Rachelle's expression softened. First to confusion, then a double take, looking the younger man up and down, then careful and astute calculations resolved. "Oh," she said, understanding. "I didn't realize you were on hormone blockers."

It was so matter-of fact. Tailor nodded. "Yeah, my supply was compromised a couple of weeks ago. I didn't think it would start so soon, but I guess I rationed them wrong."

Rachelle raised a comforting hand to place on Tailor's shoulder, but stopped short. "It's okay," she said. "We'll find more medicine for you. In the meantime, we'll make sure you're comfortable." She fishes a bottle of pills out of her bag. "Might I suggest Midol?"

Tailor was grateful for Rachelle's understanding and support. He felt lucky to have met her so soon after noticing his shortage of medicine. Ernesto might have called it divine intervention.

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hotgirltarot · 3 years

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Pick-A-Card: What's Blocking You From Finding True Love?! 🛑 💔 💌

Hello Baddies! Welcome to another Pick-A-Card! This PAC is about what is blocking you from finding your soulmate/twin flame. To pick a pile, you can meditate, intuitively choose one or pick whichever crystal is calling out to you. This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Please only take what resonates & leave what does not. If you like your reading and want to support our page, tips are appreciated at $DejaWash19 on Cashapp or Deja-Washington on Venmo!

Pile 1: Labradorite 💙

Pile 2: Rose Quartz 💗

Pile 3: Carnelian ❤️

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Pile 1: Labradorite 💙

Hello Pile 1, our little Hopeless Romantics! We are seeing that the people of this pile have a strong desire for true love and to find their soulmate. Your desire to be in love and find "the one" controls your mind and can lead to you obsessing over it. So what's blocking you from finding true love? Honestly, it's yourself. Your outlook on love is too focused on pleasing the other person and being the perfect someone for someone else, that you are forgetting yourself and what you want. Maybe you have noticed after a break up that you were the only one putting in any real effort. You were the one holding on to the relationship while your partner just lived their life and treated you like an option. This pile has the tendency to change themselves (looks, personality, clothes, how they talk) in order to impress/fit in with the person they are dating/interested in. You become actresses, and focus on their happiness over yours. You are so fearful of missing out on love that you are blocking yourself from it. Maybe some of you have been single for a while or feel like time is passing by, but it is never too late. Stop keeping your emotions, your burdens and your interests from your partners. Find someone who is as interested in you as you are in them. Also, stop giving your partners gifts/affection/attention/money that they are not reciprocating back to you. There are others of you that are constantly in the victim role. You are scared to speak up for yourself and stand your ground, in fear of turning off a potential partner, but the right person and true love for you, would never shy away from your feelings. Some of you have been dealing with a father figure or an ex who was obsessed with material things and was cold, uncaring, and unsupportive. This relationship has hurt you and made you have a hard time realizing what type of partner you actually want in your life because you think everyone is "better than them", so it makes it easier for you to lower your standards and get into relationships with people who don't have those traits. Even though they are different, it doesn't mean they are perfect. Don't settle for less and don't lower your standards for anyone. You have to rediscover what traits you want in a partner, write them down on paper, and manifest them.

Take time to focus on yourself! Focus on your health and being the best version of you mentally and physically. Connect with the Divine more because your spirit guides and the universe want to help you achieve your goals. Finding your Soulmate, true happiness and love are definitely in your future but you must put yourself first! Don't allow your love to fall into the wrong hands by being too impatient. Good things are coming to this pile soon, we promise it!

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Pile 2: Rose Quartz 💗

Pile 2 is for the ones who have felt like they have lost their way. You guys may be questioning your path in life and have so many obstacles in your way that true love may not be a current focus in your life or it's not something you'll ever think you'll achieve. However, with time, major healing and major effort, you can turn around your situation and stop blocking yourself from finding true love. This pile has disconnected from the world in many ways. They have lost their identity, their power and relationships with loved ones. They have heavy trauma that sits on their soul and needs major healing - possibly stemming from absent mothers or abusive relationships. Mother wounds are heavy and require self-kindness and compassion. Pile 2, you must learn to love and accept yourself, just the way you are, imperfections and all. The more you do this, the more your inner critic will leave you alone. We must be honest, this healing isn't simple or an easy one, it will require hard, hard work, but success is possible.

Your ex-partners have tried to control you and be the leaders of your life, so much so, that you have lost yourself a little in them. You are so devoted and ready to drop every plan for your partners, and it's so disappointing and hurtful for you when your partners don't put in the same effort. You need to be more independent and focus on your path in life. Believe and trust the Universe, don't try to control the outcome by refusing to let go of the past. You are being invited to welcome the highs and the lows of your soul experience in this lifetime. Some people and situations come into your life to teach you a lesson, not to be in your life forever. Take this situation as an opportunity to expand and grow, do not focus on the negative side. You are capable of finding true love once you stop living in the past, ignoring healing and pushing forward with strength and fortitude. You must not run from your issues, but attack them head on so you can be healed enough to find someone else who is healed, not broken like your ex. Create a routine and stick to it. Stop living your life chaotically and without intention. Also, do things that make you happy and bring you happiness. In the next months, you will work through any repressed issues or insecurities to find new confidence and clarity. You will start attracting good people into your life who will be there for you, care for and respect you. New friendships are coming into your life who will help you when you are feeling down and show you how much you mean to them. These friendships will help you improve your self-confidence and find new hobbies. There is a lot of abundance coming into your life and you will successfully overcome your problems!

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Pile 3: Carnelian ❤️

Pile 3 is for those who are dependable yet have extreme dependency on other people's opinions! For some of you, you are the rock of your friend groups, families or anyone around you, really. You give to those around you, both your time and effort, yet you struggle to receive the same treatment back. Do not let people come into your space and dump their crap all over you and then leave. You are not the dumping ground for everyone's problems and energetic baggage. Be careful with who you let into your space, as it affects you more than you think. You are blocking your true love by being too accessible to everyone around you and not having enough respect for yourself to protect your energy. Your life is running aimlessly as it focuses on other's issues rather than your own. You fear change and when you find yourself in a situation where the next move is less than ideal/unpredictable, you remain stagnant. You are scared to sacrifice what you already have in fear of the next option not being any better. But life is about learning from mistakes and living freely. Stop worrying over nothing. Stop allowing your families issues take over your life. You are the person everyone goes to when they have a problem, or need someone to talk to. You hide your emotional side and don't ask for help back because you fear they won't understand you or you don't want to burden them with your problems. Reach out to your friends and family when you need to talk about something or you need help in your life. Don't let your pride or desire to be seen as independent and the person who has it all figure it out get in the way. Deeper bonds can be created when you reach out and admit you don't have all the answers and need help. Asking someone for help is a big step in your emotional and spiritual growth.

Bring the focus back to your own life and make yourself a priority. You need to find balance in your career/school and spend time with yourself and taking care of yourself. Don't take on too much you will burn yourself out. You need to celebrate your victories and everything you have learned so far, you always move on to the next thing and don't enjoy your achievements. Celebrate yourself and others will follow suit! Pat yourself on the back when you can, small wins are still wins! The levels of prosperity in your life are going to increase significantly. Whether is money, good friends, a healthy mind and body. Make sure you don't forget to express gratitude, you have earned all of them but being thankful and showing gratitude is the best way to increase prosperity in our lives. There is a new love coming into your life, very very soon.

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 3 years

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Enough

The water rippled with each rock you threw, creating patterns that would continue no matter what obstacle they came across. You wanted to be like them, strong, forever going forward. Why did things keep getting in your way? Why couldn’t you just be happy with what you have and move on? Was it you?

“Y/N?” a hesitant voice called your name, timid as it approached you. “You're back early, where's Tengen?” Hinatsuru walked up to you, her long black hair braided and hanging over the front of her clothes. She had a basket of pears, freshly picked from the trees you all had so delicately planted. After years of marriage, after years of being with the four of them, somehow, they always knew when something was wrong, you hated it. Why couldn’t you just wallow in pity sometimes?

“He never showed” was all you said, turning to go back to the main estate, ready to lock yourself in the office you had been gifted, full of unwritten journals and blank pages. The books you had started but never finished. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to be held by her, or any of your wives for that matter. They were such a comfort, always warm and welcoming, always knowing. But they weren’t the ones you wanted to be loved by; not right now.

The door clicked as you locked it, the hard wood you had installed for privacy instead of the sliding shoji doors the rest of the house had. Everyone knew you liked your isolation, it's where you grew up, where you became the person you are today. The memories of your childhood home were fond, always happy. Even when Tengen and the girls showed up, begging for warmth and a hot meal after a particularly long battle in the snow. You fell in love that night, with all of them. You yearned to be part of it, to feel wanted and loved by them. You wanted to stop the fights makio and suma had with small caresses. To ease Hinatsurus worries with soft kisses. To help Tengen with words of affirmation, of love.

The ink smeared as your tears hit it, spreading around the pages like a crazed bull. You moved back once you realized what you were doing, burying your face into the crook of your elbow, catching the escapees.

“This is stupid” you mumbled, wiping harshly at your eyes. You shouldn’t feel like this, so useless, so unloved. Even after all this time, why did it seem like you weren't enough for him? Why him? The restaurant owner's words rang in your ears, an unwanted invasion.

“My dear, you are so young and beautiful, there are plenty out there to choose from, don’t stick around for this kind of treatment” The elderly woman left with a smile, taking the coins you left her and disappeared into the back. You had to leave after that, she knew, everyone knew. You got stood up by your own husband. You groaned, head falling forward onto the desk as you let the tears continue their dance of freedom. After a few minutes a hard knock broke you out of your misery, slicing through the cloud of sadness you had built.

“I’m coming in” The door rattled as it was unlocked, creaking open to reveal the last person you wanted to see. His face had already been washed, silver hair draping over his shoulders, still damp from his soak. He wore a hesitant smile as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.

“What do you want, Tengen?” You turned away from him, a desperate attempt to hide your tear stained face, the one he was trying to see. He let out a sigh, moving away from the door as he sat on the other side of your desk.

“I came to apologize. It wasn’t right of me to forget about you, especially when I was with Makio a few days ago” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake, things have been getting busier at the main estate. But that still doesn’t make it right, to neglect you like I have been” He reached across the desk, grabbing your hand that rested on it. “I’m sorry Y/N” You pulled back, turning to glare at him as you retrieved your hand from him.

“Flowery words are what you offer me, Uzui? Am I supposed to accept that? You have been out with everyone, even the other slayers. But you have to forget me?” The tears continued to flow as you spoke. “When will I be enough for you Uzui? When will I be enough for you to actually acknowledge me as your wife? I married 4 people, not 3. You always forget about me, Uzui, why me? Why am I not good enough for you? Why would you ask me to marry you if you didn’t love me? If you didn’t want me? Do you pity me? Feel sorry for me? Am I that pathetic?!” You rose from your spot, pushing the table forward in your anger. “I don’t want to be cast aside like this, I am not a toy.” he sat back in shock, Yukata shifting with him as moved away from the table.

“I didn’t know. I thought. You always make it seem like-”

“Like what Uzui? Please go and tell me what I've done wrong for you” You scoffed. “I’m going back” You wiped at your face for what seemed like the tenth time, marching out of the office, hopefully out of his life.

Hiinatsuru sat in the kitchen with Makio and Suma, a plate of sliced pears sat between the three of them. You stormed into the kitchen, throwing yourself onto the shoulders of the wife closest to the office, Suma. The shock on her face quickly faded as you shook on her, crying into her Shirt. She held you, softly cooing as she blinked back her own tears. It always hurt her to see anyone else in pain, to see someone cry like this. You sat back, tears cascading down your face as you addressed the three of them.

“I’m going to go stay with Kanroji for a while, I just want some time to myself and she always welcomes me. I love you guys, I will make sure to write.” You gave a half hearted smile, taking a shaky breath as you stood from the floor, from the warmth of your loved ones. Maybe once you got your own bearings, then you would feel whole, complete. Maybe you would be enough for yourself to love too.

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Dream SMP Recap (March 1/2021) - Breaking Point

Sam has been unable to find a cause for the security breach, leaving Tommy trapped. A heated argument in the cell escalates to a horrifying end.

As the rest of server mourns, the Eggpire celebrates. With their biggest obstacle in the way of their objective gone, it’s time for the next step.

It’s the start of the Final Stage.

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VOD LINKS:

HBomb94

Ponk

Tommy

Tubbo

Ranboo

Jack Manifold

Connor

Badboyhalo

Captain Puffy

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- HBomb hosts Foolish and Jack Manifold’s episode of L’Cast!

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The Prison Stream

(This portion of the recap will be more detailed than normal since it’s one long conversation and there are many important lines here, including a couple that were hard to hear during the stream)

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- Tommy’s stream starts with him making sounds and singing “Roadtrip.” Dream tells him to stop, he’s trying to write a book.

Tommy: “What are you writing, Dream? What are you writing?”

Dream: “None of your business.”

- There’s a little gray and white cat sat on the chest. Tommy says it’s annoying.

Dream: “No he’s not...he’s actually the best thing that’s happened to us.”

Tommy: (Trying to lead the cat away) “Come with me, come with me...you know what I named him, don’t you? Pussboy, Pussboy!”

- The cat returns to its spot on the chest

Tommy: “Oh, Pussboy, you are so ugly.”

Dream: “C’mon, you’re being mean!”

(Tommy punches the cat)

Dream: “Tommy! Stop!”

- Tommy starts singing “Roadtrip” in autotune. Dream tells Tommy that if he can be quiet, he’ll give Tommy more potatoes.

Dream: “I think that...the cat is the best thing that’s happened to us.”

- Sam joins the call to say hello and ask how it’s been going. He’s come to drop more food into the cell. Tommy also picks up a new clock.

- Tommy asks to be let out, but Sam says he still hasn’t found out what the security issue is. Dream asks how long Tommy will be in here for. Potentially for a while, but not forever.

- Tommy protests about how bad the prison has been. He threatens to get lawyers on Sam, he knows Big Law.

Tommy: "Sam...you know I don’t deal very well in...close quarters situations for a long time, Sam. Sam, you remember when you visited me in exile, Sam? Alright, this is worse than that, Sam...let me out. I don’t like this. Let. Me. Out. Sam.”

- Sam insists he’s doing the best he can and leaves.

- Dream tries to say that it’s not that bad. He’s been in there for a long time, but now it’s better! Tommy writes a book to Dream, signs it and throws it to him.

Dream: “I have company. I have a cat -- I mean, technically it’s not my cat, technically it’s your cat, but still! It’s just as good, keeps me company when I write and everything, we talk sometimes -- ‘cause you’re annoying a lot of the time--”

- Dream throws away the clock in the lava, saying they don’t need it. Tommy punches the cat again.

Dream: “Tommy, hear me out, hear me out...what if...we get out together, okay?”

- Tommy is not a fan of the idea, Dream shouldn’t be let out too. He goes over to the cat and shouts at it for being in his spot. He punches Pussboy twice.

Dream: “Tommy...TOMMY, STOP!”

Tommy: “Excuse me! Come this way, come this way, excuse me Dream I’m trying to right-click Pussboy--”

(Dream moves to get in front of the cat)

Dream: “Tommy.”

Tommy: “Come here, come here! Do you like this cat, Dream?”

Dream: “Yes, I do.”

Tommy: “Why?”

Dream: “Because he -- Tommy, he keeps me company --”

(Tommy punches Pussboy again and leads him towards the lava)

Tommy: “Pussboy, this way. Pussboy, this way. Let me show you the light--”

Dream: “He’s probably low, he’s probably low!”

Tommy: “Oh what, you love him? Do you love him? Do you love him?”

Dream: “Yes, I do...Tommy, he’s made things better in here -- okay listen! When you leave, can you sit him down and leave him here?”

(Tommy goes over and punches Pussboy again. He tries to lead Pussboy away again, but when the cat doesn’t come he punches Pussboy twice more, killing him)

Tommy: “Yeah. And that’s what happens when you love something, bitch.”

...

Tommy: “See, now when I leave, when I leave, you’ll have nothing! ‘Cause you are lonely, and you’re m-m-manipulative, you’re a fuckin’ twat, and I mean that.”

Dream: “Tommy...I’m gonna get out! And you just motivated me -- you motivated me all the time, you just -- that was hope, right? The cat was hope -- the cat was hope that I could live a nice life in here--”

Tommy: “And now it’s dead, now it’s dead.”

- Dream insists that he’ll get out, and when he does, he’ll get his revenge on everyone who wronged him. Tommy asks if he’d kill Tubbo.

- The subject goes back to Dream’s plan of escape.

Dream: “I have a plan. And the thing is, Awesamdude’s never gonna believe you that I have a plan because he thinks it’s unbreakable, unescapable--”

“I have a plan. And you know, there’s a certain someone who owes me a favor, but -- that might be a part of it, but...I do have a plan.”

- They argue about the conditions of the prison again.

Dream: “I’ve been in here a for hundred times longer than you, and you sit there trying to tell me that it’s so horrible, that it’s so bad -- yeah, it was! But guess what, we have each other to talk to, and we had a cat until you fucking killed it!”

Tommy: “Dream...Dream, and listen to this -- fucking engrave this on you, write this into your arms, Dream...You don’t have me. You’ll never have me. We don’t have each other, alright? I am me, and you are this fuckin’ loser who goes around manipulating people, lying to get what he wants. You are a fuckin’ no one, man, alright? And when I’m going to leave here, you’re not! You might have a favor -- you think, who is it, Technoblade’s gonna be able to come in here to let you out -- Technoblade, he doesn’t like governments, but he likes self gain! You think he wants to piss off the owner of the most POWERFUL building on the entire server, just so that he can get a video that BARELY scrapes the five million view mark -- NO, Dream, alright? You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you’re deluded, you’re delusional, and I fuckin’ hate you.”

Dream: “Okay...yeah, but I have something Techno would want, so...it means knowledge, alright?”

- Dream says that even when he’s in here, he’s more powerful than Tommy outside. Tommy replies that if he wanted to, he could kill Dream right now. The only reason he doesn’t is because they need the revive book.

- Dream says that he will never use the revive book to help Tommy or his friends. Ever.

Dream: “So kill me. Go ahead, come on.”

- When if Tubbo dies, Dream says, they’ll come begging for Tubbo to be revived, and Dream will ask to be let out.

- Tommy then says that this isn’t worse than exile, because in exile, Tommy thought Dream had all the power, and Tommy knows something...he thinks the revive book isn’t real. Jschlatt was just a drunk, why would he have this book?

Dream: “Jschlatt gave me the book -- why else would I switch to Jschlatt’s side?!”

...

“I’m not lying! Jschlatt gave me a revive book after...before he died....because...he said--” (he cuts off here)

- Dream asks why he would be lying about that.

Tommy: “You’re a liar! You’re a liar, and really, through your Netherite armor and skin, I look at you and you know what I see? I see a sad little man who’s insecure about the fact that this server has gotten so far ahead of him that his only little glimpse of power in this world is gone. And I see an insecure, sad little man. So fuck off. You stupid green lad.”

Dream: “Your life...is literally in my hands. Does that piss you off? Does that make you mad? Does that make you so mad that I -- if you kill me -- I MIGHT AS WELL BE A GOD, TOMMY! YOU CAN’T KILL ME, AND I CAN KILL YOU! So what does it mean, that you can’t kill me because of the revive book -- what does that mean? If you can’t kill me, does that make me some kind of god?”

Tommy: “No Dream. I could kill you right now. If I wanted to.”

Dream: “Okay. But you won’t. But you won’t! I could kill you if I wanted to! I could kill you right now, actually.”

...

Tommy: “I don’t think this revive book is real. Schlatt? He’s fuckin’ dead. I’ve seen his grave! His grave is real, his corpse is there!”

Dream: “Okay...Why don’t you go see him then?”

Tommy: “NO -- stop it stop it stop it st--”

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CANON DEATH: TOMMY

Cause: Punched to death

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End of stream.

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- Tubbo, Ranboo and Jack see Tommy’s death message in game chat.

- They go to the prison and Sam is there to tell them what happened. Sam couldn’t get there in time. He didn’t think Dream would actually kill him. They’re all in shock.

- Tubbo and Ranboo think Tommy will be back. There’s no way he’s actually dead, right?

- Jack Manifold is in celebration. He got what he wanted! He thought Dream would want Tommy alive, and killing Tommy himself would be an extra jab in the chest for Dream, but apparently not? And now he has a hotel!

- He decides to check on Tubbo and makes sure he’s okay.

- Jack walks down to the shore and looks up at the prison, and...it hits him. He’s spent months plotting to kill Tommy. Jack realizes his victory feels hollow. Even now, Tommy and Dream have managed to take away this from him.

- Of Ze Haus, he says that this place no longer means anything to him. He gets a flint and steel and sets it alight, watching it burn.

- He passes by Tommy’s house and finds Ranboo planting red and white flowers outside.

- Jack switches into his L’manburg uniform and walks along the Prime Path.

Jack: “I remember the day I joined the server. The day after the first war. L’manburg was still a big hole, and we built it up. And Tommy invited me to join. And I betrayed him (laughs), so really this has all come full circle.”

“Maybe I was always really just upset because I always felt like he cared more about the discs than...anyone. And I guess I just enjoyed it when we were friends...and...I’ve not really had any friends...since...then, really. Never really wanted any.”

- Jack later speaks with Foolish and tells him that Tommy’s never coming back from prison. Foolish didn’t know him too well, but he’s still a bit sad. When anyone passes, it’s sad.

- Jack heads back out into the wilderness, wandering to the beach area at the edge of the forest where Quackity had his argument with Badboyhalo a while back. There’s something just beyond the hill.

- Quackity meets him there and escorts him back home, telling him he was heading too close to something, could have gotten “a nice view of it.”

- He’s been thinking of writing up a draft of their contract. He also sees the new McPuffy’s.

- Jack tells Quackity that Tommy’s not in the prison anymore. Quackity says they need to talk to him and make sure Jack keeps his hotel. As the rain pours, Jack tells him. Tommy didn’t make it.

- Quackity and Jack have a moment in front of Tommy’s house. Though upset, Quackity says it’s time to get back to work.

Quackity: “Jack...don’t let this affect business. The train doesn’t stop.”

Jack: “No, it only goes faster.”

- Jack also speaks with Antfrost. Antfrost gives his condolences, and says he’ll put together a celebration “of life.”

Ant: “Bad and Sam will be happy...to attend, of course!”

- Afterwards, Jack heads down into Karls nightclub and ends stream there.

- Connor speaks with Sam Nook at the hotel.

- Bad meets Ant at the Holy Land. Ant asks if the church would be a good place for a celebration. Ant sits Bad down to tell him. Bad is overjoyed.

- Bad says that now, they don’t even have to do any preparations:

They can move into the Final Stage.

- They get milk for the cake and decide to throw the party at Tommy’s house!

- They meet with Sam at the prison entrance. He sounds dejected.

Sam: “I didn’t think Dream would ever actually...try and kill him”

Bad: (laughs) “Is this the same Dream we’re talking about? It’s Dream, Sam.”

Sam: “I mean...Dream had...I thought I had...broken the will out of him, to do something like that. But he...he did.”

- He says they need to find out what it was -- he wandered around the prison several times and couldn’t find any sign that someone had done something.

- Ant and Bad try to reassure Sam that Tommy signed the waivers, he went to see Dream, and Sam shouldn’t blame himself. Sam doesn’t see it that way.

- They say they’ll talk to Sam later and leave the prison. They see Sam Nook at the hotel. Sam is excited about the new upgrades for the hotel! Tommy will be so excited to see them!

- They return to Tommy’s house and speak with Punz as they make a party floor and sing the Crab Rave song in dudududus.

- Meanwhile, Captain Puffy is grieving, feeling like she failed Tommy. As she logs on, Bad and Ant decide that Puffy might want to join them for the party!

- Punz meets them there, and they tell him that Tommy’s dead. Punz isn’t sure how he feels, it’s bittersweet.

- Puffy arrives and angrily tells them to leave. What’s wrong with them?!

- The Eggpire sees Sam Nook at the hotel and goes up the floors to find a place to party. Puffy comes up and tells them to find another place to party. They argue again.

- Foolish arrives to visit his room in the hotel. Puffy leaves them. They quarrel about who has the room for the night.

- Puffy mines down the Eggpire’s meeting room. She’s noticed that being a hero hasn’t worked. Sparing people, being merciful, it hasn’t worked. She might need a change of perspective.

- The Eggpire decides to visit the Egg and break the news to it. They see the wreckage, but Puffy is in the Nether by the time they get there.

- Puffy visits Logsted.

- The Eggpire goes down to the Egg Room and finds the pathway blocked up with obsidian...is this why the Vines have been slower to grow lately?

- They break the barrier and find the Egg drenched in water. They wake up the Egg and it speaks.

“This world is mine. It belongs to me.”

“No no no, I know, but we’ve got something to tell you!”

“I see all...I...am...all...”

“Oh so you--”

“I know all.”

“You know then! Guess -- well, we’ll tell you anyway in case you don’t know -- but guess what? Tommy’s dead! Dream -- the green guy, you met him -- killed him in the prison! I guess Tommy got stuck there, and Dream killed him! Are you happy?"

“Feed me...I require nourishment.”

“No no no, don’t worry -- that’s coming soon! We’ll take care of that! We’re already gonna begin the preparations, right guys? Yeah, we’re gonna begin the preparations, and we’ll send out the invitations, we’ll let everyone know...and the final stage can commence! This is wonderful!”

- Once on the surface, Bad announces that with a little more preparation, they’ll all get exactly what they want. The final stage is about to commence.

The day of celebrations, the day they’ve been preparing for, the day the Egg has been preparing for, is about to happen...

- Bad goes down to the Egg Room one last time and stands at the Egg to give a final speech.

“Everything leading up to this point, EVERYTHING, all the way going back to the discovery of this...beautiful, luxurious Egg, okay...we had it all planned. As soon as we found it, we knew what was gonna happen. We knew the objective...”

“We may have forgotten what it was, forgotten the ultimate goal as soon as we boxed the Egg up in obsidian. But guess what -- that didn’t stop the Egg! Boxing it up only made it STRONGER, and LARGER, and more powerful! And the Egg’s been storing up that energy, okay? You may have been thinking the Vines have not been spreading...but that’s because we haven’t WANTED them to spread. We have been working, storing energy, storing power...in preparation for the final plan. The final objective. And there were only a couple people getting in the way. But guess what? One of the biggest obstacles -- Tommy -- is no longer in the way...now that he’s not in the way, we can commence with the final stage...the final party...before it all comes to a conclusion...”

“Brace yourselves...everybody on this server, prepare. Anyone who is anti-Egg...you guys better get ready, because we know who you are. And at the end of the day, the Egg is gonna be victorious. And there’s nothing ANYBODY can do to stop it.”

“Good luck.”

#dream smp #long posts #dream smp recaps #prison arc #i apologize for not including a lot of puffy's stream :(#it's really late and this post's a mile long as is #if you see any typos no you don't /lh

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