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An air raid alert has just started when Victoria Itskovych joins a Zoom call from Kyiv. “It’s, like, a usual situation,” she says. “But really, it’s not usual.” February 24 will mark the second anniversary of Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine. For nearly two years now, Kyiv has been under bombardment. Some weeks, people have to trudge to their shelters night after night, checking text alerts and Telegram channels to figure out where the missiles are falling and when it’s safe to come out—although, it’s never really safe.
That relentless stress, and the trauma of losing family, friends, and colleagues on the front, has taken its toll. A poll by the city government last year found that 80 percent of residents reported symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine has exposed the whole of Ukrainian society to battle shock. “We’ve all suffered from this,” says Itskovych, who is director of the Kyiv City Council’s IT department. “Almost every person has somebody who was injured or died during the war, or lost their home or lost their health.”
In the face of such widespread injury, the Kyiv government has turned to Ukraine’s now-famous civic tech infrastructure for help. As the war enters its third year, the municipal government is starting to build a citywide system for providing mental health support to citizens. It’s a vast challenge, but also a unique opportunity—the first time that such a mass-trauma event has happened to a society that has already built the tools of digital government. Dealing with the mental health impacts of the invasion will be absolutely vital to keep society resilient, functioning, and committed enough to repel the invaders. It’s also the key to Ukraine’s postwar recovery, laying the groundwork now for a society that can rebuild itself physically and psychologically from the horrors of war. “This is the future of our society,” Itskovych says. “We are building the basis for the resilience of the community itself.”
At the heart of the plan is the Kyiv government’s digital platform, Kyiv Digital, which it launched in 2017. Before the invasion, it was largely used to manage parking and public transport, and to notify residents of disruptions to services such as road closures or power outages. When the war began, those notifications became more urgent: incoming attacks, the locations of bomb shelters, and the safest routes to reach them. Like other parts of Ukraine’s civilian technology, the city pivoted its tools to keep people safe and support the war effort, bootstrapping and rewiring the systems at pace.
“The first changes to the notifications we did in hours,” says Oleg Polovynko, adviser on digitalization to Kyiv’s mayor. Since then, the digital teams have been engaged in a constant cycle of innovation, trying to figure out what services they can bring online. The war has pushed them to act more quickly, to adapt tools they have and invent things that don’t exist.
They’ve expanded tools for civic participation, letting citizens vote on petitions, send feedback to the city government, and ask for help, such as financial support to repair bomb-damaged homes. And they’ve collected a lot of data, which is how the Kyiv government has been able to measure the scale of the city’s distress—and people’s reluctance to seek help. Of the 80 percent of residents who show signs of trauma, “40 to 45 percent are afraid to have contact with doctors who can help,” Polovynko says.
But this is only half of the problem that needs solving. For those who do want to seek treatment, there simply aren’t enough resources to help them. Clinical psychologists are supposed to limit the number of patient consultations they do in a day, so they don’t burn out. Before the full-scale invasion, Inna Davydenko saw a maximum of four patients daily. Today, Davydenko, a mental health specialist at the City Center of Neurorehabilitation in Kyiv, sees twice that number. When we speak, she’s just finished a video call with a soldier stationed near the front, whom she’s helping cope with stress and anxiety.
Even before the war massively increased the number of people dealing with trauma, depression, and anxiety, Ukraine’s medical system suffered from an underinvestment in mental health provision. “In most hospitals, you have maybe one psychologist. In good hospitals, it’s maybe two,” Davydenko says. “A lot of people need psychological help, but we can’t cover everything.” There is simply no way that the current system can grow to match the enormous jump in demand. But, Davydenko says, “almost every Ukrainian person has a smartphone.”
This is exactly what Polovynko and Itskovych want to exploit, using Kyiv Digital’s platforms and data to digitize mental health support for the city, and so close the gap between need and resources. Their project will focus first on those they’ve identified as being most vulnerable—war veterans and children—and those most able to help others: teachers and parents. The next six months of the project will be a “discovery stage,” Polovynko says. “We need to understand the real life of our veterans now, of the children, of the parents, what’s their context, how they survive, what services they use.”
The project will track people through the process of recovering from trauma, monitoring the treatments they ask for and the ones they receive, their concerns as they move through the mental health system, and their outcomes. Once the team has a detailed map of services and bottlenecks, and data on what’s working and what’s not, they can match individual needs with treatments. A full roll-out is scheduled for early 2025.
“It doesn't mean that the whole chain of the service will be absolutely digital,” Itskovych says. Some patients may be directed to group therapy or one-on-one meetings with psychologists, others will be given access to online tools. The aim, she says, is to create efficiency, to close the service gap, but also to provide comfort, meeting people where they are. “For a big part of our clients, there is more comfort with getting the service online, in different ways. Some people are not comfortable meeting a specialist one-on-one; they prefer a digital way to get the service.”
The project is being supported financially and operationally by Bloomberg Philanthropies, a charitable organization created by former New York mayor and Bloomberg founder Michael Bloomberg. James Anderson, head of government innovation at the organization, says that the project comes at a critical time for Kyiv, where people continue to suffer even though global attention has shifted away to other crises.
“There's always a tremendous amount of attention when the immediate crisis hits,” Anderson says. “But mayors continue to have to deal with the human costs of crises, long after the newspapers have turned to new subjects. That’s certainly what we sense and see in Kyiv.”
The size of the challenge in Kyiv is clearly daunting. But, Anderson says, there are reasons for optimism. Cities have got better over the past two decades at responding to common crises, such as Covid-19, which also required rapid, mass digitization of services. “Every crisis is distinct and different, and awful, in its own way,” Anderson says, “but there are lessons learned.” The Kyiv government, and Ukrainian society more widely, have demonstrated a capacity for rapid innovation to meet urgent needs, and Anderson hopes that success in this project could see it replicated internationally. “This is not the last war. This is not the last crisis,” he says. “I think Kyiv has lessons that they can share with cities around the globe.”
For Kyiv, and Ukraine, the crisis won’t end when the war does. “Psychological health is the number one problem for Ukraine,” Davydenko says, before correcting herself. “Number one is Russia, number two is our psychological health,” she says. “PTSD is our future.”
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A Thousand Battles (A Modern Ivar AU) New Chapter
A modern!Ivar x F OC (Julietta Lothbrok)
Note - I think it’s been almost a year since I updated this fic. I’ve decided to post the rest of the fic, despite not being super happy with chapter 11. I wrote the rest of the chapters ages ago but got stuck on chapter 11 so I’ve decided to just Chuck it out here.
Sorry it’s taken me so long, hope those who enjoyed this story before will enjoy the end ❤️ thanks all. This chapter is un-beta’d so all mistakes are mine and I’m sure there will be lots!
Warnings - mentions of violence make against female and female against make, language, weapons, angst
Synopsis - Julietta wakes up with no memory of her life or her husband, Ivar. Will it ever return? Does she want it to?
Word Count - 3828 words
This is for @blackseapearl 400 follower trope challenge. I asked for Amnesia :)
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This fic kicked (and is still kicking!) my ass, I’ve never had such a hard time with motivation as I have writing this long-ass bitch so I hope you enjoy it :)
It’s also LOOOOOOOONNNGGGGGGGG..... and I’m only the tiniest bit sorry about that!
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Masterpost
Chapter 11
The early days of Ivar and Liet.
Lev insists on an apartment first, keeping some distance and to set up a place he can still see her in. She assumed Ivar would be annoyed but he says it’s a good first step, she doesn’t know for certain but she guesses that The Lothbroks don’t want a stranger in their midst, she will have to be vetted before being allowed into their inner sanctum.
She stays in the apartment for a few months, building a life, in her “new city”, a routine with Ivar visiting. Lev turns up more often than she wants, an invasive reminder that it's all lies and any potential peace found with Ivar is bullshit.
Lev never gets ugly with her again, but her memory is long and she never forgets the violence he exhibited, quashing all feelings she ever had for him.
She was supposed to lead a double life, reporting to her family, faking the relationship with Ivar, in reality, it’s a triple life now, faking to Lev, faking to Ivar despite her feelings of real love for him and reporting back despite her feelings. God, what an absolute mess she’s made. Etta has no choice but to carry on as normal with Lev when she sees him, fucking him as if he’s her guy when her whole being is consumed by her feelings for Ivar.
The ripping of her soul, the lies, the deceit, the acting, almost sends her into an early grave, until Ivar asks her to move onto the estate.
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Word comes from Ivar’s Father. The Lothbrok family have accepted her. Ragnar has dug into her past thoroughly.
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Her Father knew this would happen and hired the right people to fabricate her former life, leaving as much of her true life as possible. Dead parents, teacher (at a different school, one where Olegs family had reach with, who he was able to pay off if asked about Julietta). The Lothbroks came back with nothing but a squeaky clean record of her. Nothing about her time spent with her father, nothing about her training or the other ‘missions’ she’d been sent on. Just a wholesome school teacher with friends and a tragic past.
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She can see a respite, a pause of her turmoil if she is away from Lev, away from the pressure he is putting on her, the pressure her father is putting on her through Lev. She can breathe easily once she gets there. For a minute.
She knows any peace is temporary.
The day before she is due to move, Lev catches her outside her apartment as she is running errands.
She feels him behind her, an insistent grip on her arm.
“Keep walking, Love. Who knows if we are being followed. Walk to the market.”
Julietta has no choice but to do as he says.
In the market he catches her arm harshly and turns her toward a stand.
“Try on the sunglasses,” he instructs her harshly, so she does. She catches his eye in a mirror, he is standing close to her. “Tomorrow we will be separated, God knows for how long. You know what needs to be done, Etta?”
She nods and picks another pair of glasses up, slipping them on her face.
“I’ve watched you with him, in this very market,” Lev’s voice is saccharine sweet, she’s heard it before and the blood runs cold through her veins. The intrusion into the relationship she thought she’d developed in private was being watched. Of course it was. Stupid girl.
“I’ve seen him kiss you, I’ve seen the way you look at him, Etta.” Etta watches as his pupils constrict in the mirror as his grip tightens on her flesh, sure to leave marks she will have to explain away.
Etta starts to shake her head and pulls away carefully, smiling playfully as she starts to protest but his words stop her.
“My eyes don’t lie. I’ve seen you. Do you not remember my words? If you fall for him I will kill you both. You are mine,” his finger back on her arm, holding so hard she has to bite her lip to stop from yelping. “Mine,” he growls in her ear. “I hope for both your sakes you are a better actress than I give you credit for, Etta.”
Lev leans into her, his nose in her hair and he inhales deeply, eyes never leaving her face for a second. “I would hate to murder you, my love.”
Through the ice in her veins she knows what she must do. A calmness settles over her, knowing her only way out of this encounter is to placate the man she once loved.
She removes the sunglasses and her eyes catch his in the mirror. She leans back into Lev, her upper back pressing against his chest and she pushes her ass into his crotch. Her voice is thick with sweetness when she addresses him. “Baby, I’m the best actress you’ve ever met. You think I have feelings for him? I’m repulsed by him. Every time he touches me it makes me want to vomit. I would kill him and his whole fucking family in a heartbeat to be back with you, my love.”
She sees Lev’s eyes change from hatred to relief and she knows he is putty in her hands again.
“I’m doing this for the family. For you. Just as you told me to. It’s all for you, a means to an end, my love. I’m leaving tomorrow, who knows when I will next get to see you. There's an alley up to the left. Meet me there in two minutes. I need you one more time before I go.” She turns in her heels and heads for the alley.
As she turns left she claps her hand over her mouth, desperately trying to stifle to cry and tears in the minutes she has before he joins her. She takes in some steadying breathes and prepares herself to allow Lev to touch her, fuck her, to betray Ivar with the man that sold her out like she was nothing. A mere commodity.
As she watches Lev enter the alley her skin starts to crawl, but she pushes the feeling away.
She’s let her guard slip with Ivar, she needs to pull herself back again, with more success this time. She curses inwardly at not realising she is being watched the whole time, of course she is, she’s her family's most valuable asset.
She can’t be the reason Ivar dies. She will be the best actress ever. To save herself. To save Ivar.
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Julietta is sure that Ivar feels the change in her, in the way she is with him over the next few weeks. Sometimes she can see her detachment break his heart and she wants nothing more than to open herself up again, allow him into her heart fully, but the memory of Lev’s words stops her.
Sometimes she feels herself allowing the feelings to creep back in. It’s easy when it’s just the two of them, living together, a normal life. Somedays, when she’s watching him move around their home, on the phone, smiling at her, she forgets what this all is. Fake. An assignment. Not for long, but long enough for it to crush her heart when she remembers.
Some days she is so angry. Furious at herself for letting her life come to this. Rage filled at her father for making her do this. Devastated at the circumstances that have led her life to this point. Angry that she is in love with a man completely out of her reach, despite being married to him. It’s on these days can hear herself say the most disgusting things, things about his wheelchair, his disability that make her so ashamed of herself she knows that when her time comes they will be the reason she will be dragged straight to the depths of Hell.
He shows her nothing but endless patience. She isn’t sure if that is because he is so in love with her or because she drops enough breadcrumbs of love and affection to keep him hopeful that she will return to the woman he met in Sardinia. Hope. It can hold people prisoner, and that’s what she feels she is doing to him. Keeping him shackled to a memory of the woman she wishes she could be with him, her old self.
Julietta can’t even bare to look at him when they have sex, can’t bare the way his eyes feel on her, like they are going to pull a confession out of her at any moment so she manipulates him again into being intimate in a way she can stomach, a way she can live with herself.
She manages to find an outlet in the form of a diary, written in code. She pours every thought, every feeling, every second of happiness into it so she doesn’t allow it to spill out into their actual lives. So she doesn’t compromise them. If she writes it down the weight of her feelings and the fear that accompany them is lifted slightly.
She’s allowed to the main house after the checks come back clean, before that she had barely any access to it at all which meant she didn’t have much to pass on to Lev when she saw him at the flat. Information is freely available to her now, access to staff, their gossiping, access to Ragnar’s study, although she is careful here until she is sure there are no cameras inside this space. There aren’t, probably so he doesn’t incriminate himself should the time ever come. It does mean she can access paperwork left around, listen in on conversations he has in there. She has yet to plant the listening devices given to her and try to access Ragnar's computer, making up excuses to Lev when pushed on the subject, only handing over as little as she can get away with.
She despises herself every time she does it, hearing the consequences of her actions spoken about by the Lothbroks, people killed, families ripped apart, collateral damage.
She tries to redress the balance of her disgusting deceit as often as she can. Julietta knows one of her strengths is the ability to read people as if they are telling her their secrets openly. Body language, the slightest flick of an eye, the quick exchange of notes between Ragnar's staff is stored in her head. Most of it is innocent, the occasional affair between staffers, a few people stealing from the kitchens, but any hint of something that could hurt any of the family she tells Ivar about, discreetly, so as not to give herself away, hints at things she’s noticed. Ivar is astute enough to read into it the droplets of information she gives him and neutralises the threat.
He can’t see I’m his biggest threat Julietta thinks sadly.
Over time Julietta becomes more involved with all the family members and she starts to enjoy their company, they treat her like one of their own, not knowing she is a snake in the nest. It’s hard enough betraying Ivar without the extra guilt so she stays detached, warm enough that she isn’t alienated but she keeps them at arm's length. For her own sanity.
After months of being on the estate with her love her brains tricks her into thinking she has some solace from her real life. She stops passing along as much information as she can get away with, only given intel she knows will have minimal impact on her husband and his family. She makes excuses to not have to meet up with Lev, passing along the information via a notebook hidden in her flat, deliberately ignoring Lev's outrage at her evasion, which is clear from the messages left in the hiding spot in her apartment.
She continues this way until a clear message is received. One of the Lothbrok security guards is found outside the estate with the letter E carved into his forehead; she knows she has to face her life outside the walls. For Lev to get so close to the estate, to risk the whole assignment to get her attention she knows she has no choice but to meet up with him.
The thought fills her with a paralysing fear, she can’t do this anymore. The double life has to stop and Julietta knows which of her two lives she wants.
Julietta goes to her apartment, calls Lev from the phone stashed in the space in the walls and arranges to meet him at the gym. She changes into her workout clothes and heads there with a racing heart. She went to the toilets at the back of the gym, where Lev has made sure that no security cameras reach.
He’s waiting for her and pins her to the wall before they mutter a world to each other. He pulls her shorts down roughly and his fingers are inside her before she knows what’s happening.
“Lev, no, we need to talk. Stop,” she tells him in Russian, grabbing his wrist to push him out of her, pulling up her shorts.
“Etta, what’s wrong? I’ve missed you. Do they know? Is that why I haven’t heard from you?” His mouth is all over her, her neck, her chest, making her skin crawl.
When he starts to kiss her mouth she twists her head away, and her head falls against the wall. It’s now or never.
“I'm not doing this anymore. I’m done. I'm going to be a proper wife to him. I love him, Lev. We are finished here.”
Lev's face pulls into a scowl before he bursts out laughing. “What? Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t love him. You are mine!” He grabs her face, bruising it with his fingers. “You can’t just stop, you will never be done!” His face is searching hers, trying to find a hint of a joke.
She smacks his hand away “Don't ever touch me again, Lev. I am done with all of you. I never wanted any of this. My father won’t kill me for falling in love. Ivar, he’s not like any of you, not with me, he's gentle and he loves me.” Etta’s chin is raised in defiance.
“I fucking love you!” Lev replies with desperation in his tone. “I’ve loved you for years. You can’t be in love with him, he’s the fucking enemy, Etta.”
“Is he?” she shouts at him. “I’m starting to think we are. Father is only doing this for territory, not for revenge or anything noble!”
“Etta, my love. You are smarter than this…” Lev’s tone is one she recognises. A calm, friendly tone which is uses at his most dangerous. “Think about this my love. Come to your senses and I won’t tell anyone what you’ve said today. I love you.”
“Oh Lev, you’ve always been about your career, Fucking the bosses daughter was a strategic move for you. I know you would never choose me over the family.”
“You think Ivar would?” Lev screams and punches the wall next to Etta’s head. “You stupid fucking bitch. You are fucking dead. What did I tell you before? Do you remember? If you fell in love with him I would kill you both.” His hand is back on her jaw, pressing her skull against the hard wall behind her. “Etta. Tell me he hasn’t tasted you.” Levs face screws into pure hatred.
“I remember. I don’t care. I only care about him.” Her breaths are shallow with fear now. She’s weighed up all her options in the small space they are in. She knows all of Lev's moves and if she’s quick enough she can get the better of him. Hopefully.
“My rule, Etta,” Lev says through gritted teeth. “Did you let him taste you?” His eyes flit to her mouth.“You treacherous fucking whore!” He grabs her around the throat and she reaches into the underside of her sports bra pulling out her mini switchblade, flicking it open expertly and pushes it into his groin.
“Femoral artery, Lev. You taught me that. Let go of me or I’ll do it. You’ll bleed out in a minute or so. I’m a good actress, remember? I’ll say you attacked me and I will be believed. Never dare to call me a whore again.” She pushes the tip of her knife into his skin.
He glances down and removes his hands from her throat. “Dead woman. You are fucking dead, Etta” He points in her face and slams the restroom door open so hard it closes again she locks it quickly, clapping her hand over her mouth, hyperventilating in fear. She spends a few minutes calming down and listening for any sign of him. Silence remains and she is sure she is safe enough to leave the gym.
When she steps outside she hears screams from her right and as she spins towards the noise she sees Lev driving straight at her before everything goes black.
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Present day
Consciousness tugs at her as does Ivar’s voice, which is getting louder with every syllable. Julietta wakes on the floor of their closet, Ivar cradling her head. “Liet? Baby, thank god! Are you okay?”
Was it all a dream? A nightmare? She knows it isn’t.
Her whole life is back.
Julietta remembers everything and she starts to sob.
“Julietta, what is it? More memories?”
Gods knows she can’t let on that she remembers everything. Even in her vulnerable state she knows for certain she needs time to sort through everything. As much as she wants to pour the truth out to him she values breathing. She hasn’t taken all the risks she has for this man to have him kill her in their beautiful home.
She shifts so she is sitting up, pushing away the nausea and reaches for the pendant laying between them. “The necklace, I remember the first time I put it on you. Ivar, I need to lie down. My head,” she whines, clutching her temples. “My head is splitting.”
She manages to walk to the bed on her wobbly legs, with his help and climbs under the covers and curls up into a ball. The bed dips and she feels him behind her, pressing himself close to her, running his hand up over her arm.
“Do you need anything, love? I will call a doctor.”
“No don’t, I’m ok. I think it’s just going to feel like this when I get memories, they said that after the market. Can you get me some water?”
Ivar nods against her skin. “I will love, I’m going to set an appointment tomorrow to go back to the hospital for tests. Just to be sure.”
As she hears him start to leave she turns to him quickly, knowing she needs to address something. “Ivar? I really don’t have any memory of that man from the Gala.”
Ivar’s jaw ticks and he nods stiffly at her then leaves.
Her own lip curls in disgust when she thinks of Lev. He will be dealt with sooner or later.
She stare up at the ceiling before getting the strength to walk to the bathroom to take a look at herself in the mirror. She looks different now she remembers who she is. Harder, she doesn’t like it.
“Hello, Etta.” She says to her reflection.
She runs her eyes over her reflection, the scar on her cheek, pulling down her top to look at the scars over her arm. Her gaze travels back to her short hair and she sneers slightly then remembers Ivar’s reaction to it and smiles.
“You are not Etta anymore,” she says softly, pointing at herself in the mirror. “You are Liet, his Liet. Bury the old you, do you hear me?” Her reflection nods and she starts to formulate a way forward.
A path to happiness.
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She doesn’t know how she manages to keep it together in the days and weeks after her life returns but she does. She compartmentalises her life as Etta until Ivar leaves every morning, as soon as the front door shuts she runs to the shower and tears pour from her. Grief for her parents, they way they were taken from her, the sheer scale of who she was before crushing her like a bug under a wheel.
Broken, bent, torn apart by the old her.
She prays to the Gods to make her Liet again, to remove everything she knows now but it’s just an act of futility. She has to find a way to live with the knowledge that she betrayed her Ivar, to continue to function as his wife with the terror that he and his family will find out about her.
The thought of fleeing crosses her mind, for him as much as for her. Gods know what Ragnar would do to Ivar if he finds out. If she leaves him, just disappears, she could protect him from that, but she knows she’s too selfish, and where would she go? Back to Lev?
Back to the man who did this to her?
“Liet, you have to talk to me. I feel you pulling away from me. I know something has changed. You are not… you are the same… you are turning into the you from before the accident and I need you to be happy again. Baby, please talk to me.”
Julietta can’t meet his eyes, but she forces herself to as she lies to his beautiful face. “I keep seeing flashes, I don’t like what I see, Ivar. Snippets of the way I was, and hate it. I was a totally different person, I didn’t know how to let myself be loved but I don't know why.” She knows why, but she needs to give him something. She used to be able to deceive at the blink of an eye, she’s lost that ability and part of her is grateful, but a bigger part of her wishes she could bullshit with ease to his face.
“Gods,” she thinks, “I should just fucking end it all now and spare him the pain of knowing who I really was.”
“Liet. I chose you then, and I will choose you in every lifetime I live. Always, baby. I’ve loved you since I laid eyes on you, I’ve loved you through the bad, the terrifying and the amazing. You don’t remember it all but I do, and it’s you. It’s always you. Always.
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She exists. Weeks are passing slowly and she is slowly learning how to be Liet, pushing Etta away. It’s easing, the guilt. The fear of being found out is something she just pushes away with a stern talking to in the mirror. She’s determined to be who she wants to be, not who she was.
Chapter 12
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So this is the first request I've made, and fair warning this will contain spoilers for the Chompettes DLC and the lore that recently came out. So don't read this till you've played/watched the DLC. May I request a scenario/story (Can be fluff or have a darker twist like the main game) where the MC/Reader is childhood friends with the Chompettes (Including Cornbread/Razael if you wish) during their childhood when they were still alive.
I went with both a dark part and a bit of fluff, if you can consider a sentence that.
But here you go: Reader & Chompettes
Totally didn’t go overboard
Story under the cut
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It was a cloudy day in the little village you called home, roosters constantly crowing as if they were trying to one up each other tended to awaken the entire town, no matter how much distance was between them.
You awaken to the morning sun in your eyes, so you turn into your pillow before pushing yourself off of your mattress.
Your family owned the most popular (and only) general store in town, usually selling the leftover products from various small farmers throughout the region.
Many people thought that your family was inspiring, others looked upon you with scorn, and yet, recently, the friends you had made never thought of even being jealous about how much more your family makes than theirs, or that they can afford separate beds for all of you.
And it was these friends that usually found themselves peering into your ground level bedroom window, typically with Bolek somewhere in your family’s tomato garden.
“Wake up sleepy head! We’re going to that old cabin that we found!” Celina says as she leans partly over your window frame.
“You forget-“ A yawn and a stretch interrupt your sentence “-I still have to help my folks and sweep the store.”
“Oh boooo!” Oleg says before giggling to himself.
Ryna spoke in her usual down to earth monotone voice: “We’ll just meet you up there if you want.”
“Actually yeah…you guys go do that.” You say before standing out of your bed and making your way to the kitchen.
“Crew, let’s rooooolllll out!” Celina says before they all leave for the cabin in the woods.
Your morning goes by mostly the same as normal, you have something to eat, clean the store for your parents and say goodbye before leaving.
Unknown to you however, a stranger had been trailing your friends up to the cabin they intended to investigate, they thought they had lost him…
You began your ascent to the location your friends had discovered the day prior, you all had been wandering through the woods but now there was a path of exposed dirt to follow.
You passed by many things on the way up however, random chicken, and what you assumed to be a pigs femur all strewn in the grass alongside the path.
The sky seemed to darken as you walked, a storm seemed to be approaching, or perhaps you were walking into it, you weren’t sure.
You passed by a rotting fence, and a metal object caught your eye, it was rusted and well worn, but it piqued your curiosity to the point where you stepped off the path to pick it up.
It sat in the grass that came no higher than your ankle, the handle was covered in dirt and looked like it could splinter you if you weren’t careful.
You lifted it to eye level to get a better look at the object, it was a mattock, a digging tool.
“I guess they were digging holes for the fence posts…but gave up?” You say to yourself, and upon hearing your own voice upon the hillside you notice, it’s gotten eerily quiet.
The birds that once sung their songs have all gone quiet, the wind that once rustled trees and blew against your ears has been standing still for the better half of a few minutes.
You began walking towards the cabin once more, quickening your pace for some reason, you didn’t know why.
Upon approaching the cabin you saw a raven with a pebble in its mouth tapping upon the window, another croaked upon the half destroyed wooden door that seemingly lead to an underground storage area, and lastly a raven landed upon your shoulder and began preening itself as the thunder rolled overhead.
Your curiosity had once more gotten the better of you, and you descended into the underground area, the stairs creaked as you walked, the air seemed almost stale…and metallic.
You descended deeper and deeper into the underground area and when you finally reached the bottom you saw three doors, the left and middle ones were closed, the right was open and there stood an older man, a lantern in one hand, knife in the other.
You saw Celina standing in front of her friends, trying to defend them…you don’t know what controls your body at this point, but you lunge forward with a “No!” And drive the pick end of the mattock into the man’s neck, before pulling him to the ground.
The older man looked up at you without fear, in fact he seemed rather impressed judging by his gaze.
“Well?” He asked, laying on the floor, blood spilling from his neck, and a crooked smile on his face.
Without a seconds more of hesitation you slammed the axe end down into his skull, once, twice, thrice, four times, before Ryna the usually quiet one grabs onto your arms to stop you.
“He’s dead.” She’s says, and you drop the weapon, collapse onto your knees and sigh, exhausted.
Bolek and Oleg tackle you to the ground in tear filled happiness, Celina and Ryna join soon after.
All of you embrace in the dark, dirty, musty, blood smelling basement as the old man finally dies, after all these years.
You’re glad that your friends are safe once again and you all rush back to your village to tell the adults what happened.
#Cooking companions#chompette#chompettes#Celina#Cabbage#Potato#Ryna#Raspberry#Bolek#Bread#Oleg#Onion#my writing
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Multiples of four for the new ask game,,, and how about the boss you've wanted to talk about the most
He's not technically the Boss, but I've been on a Leo kick, and he's somewhere in the leadership of two chapters of the Saints and my original Steelport Knights, so let's go with him.
4) Describe your character’s appearance. What are their prominent features? What appearance options do they use from the character creator? fc-wise, he's Luke Roberts:
to get close to him in the CC you have to do a lot of the default male options, can't remember specifics.
8) What were your character’s impressions of Canonization? In any variation he's seen, he finds the whole thing barbaric, but he figures keeping the whole thing in a controlled environment where the only ones getting harmed are the gangs own ranks and nobody perfectly innocent, so it's just as well.
12) How good of a Boss is your character? How do they run the Saints? (If your character is not the Boss, would they be a good Boss? As the Santo Ileso Boss' father, Stillwater Bosses' surrogate uncle, and the Steelport Knights' Boss' right hand man/bestie/Sort Of Soulmate, there's a running joke where he's the Godfather of the group where he helps run things without getting his hands dirty. He's fiercely loyal and loves his family and found family, so they'd do anything for him.
16) How did your character react to the way their enemies (like Kia and Zinyak) reminded them of their past failures? Did their accusations bother them? He's had that same inner monologue with himself on Bad days, so it was really nothing new. If anything he was just pissed off at them because *he* was the only one allowed to think that of himself.
20) What did your character do after they killed Zinyak and took over his empire? It was Quinn who killed Zinyak and he was basically just background support, so once they defeated him he whisked Reiss off to a simulation of a beach so they could just get shitfaced and relax
24) What is the most memorable, uplifting/positive moment your character experienced? Probably around post Endgame of the Reboot because his daughters were Targets and pulled through it all/the realization that he could breathe again because they were okay.
28) What does being a Saint mean to your character? Does that definition ever change for them during the series? He sort of shrugs it off and figures it's just another name to be on the payroll for/some illusion of grandeur his best friends' daughters have. But then eventually he gets brought in and becomes family to all of them, so after a while he's basically got the whole Leverage "my name is Nate Ford and I am a thief" thing going, where if the FBI cared enough to follow through on catching him for his crimes he'd proudly ID himself as a Saint.
32) What super powers did your character favor the most in the Simulation? What super power not in their arsenal did they wish they had? He probably wouldn't use any of the powers available. He's too proud of his flamed self.
36) What diversions did your character like to do in Steelport and Stilwater? Which ones did they avoid? Basically the same as above. He ain't got time for any of that. He'll run interference and do a lot of damage control. The heavy lifting is for his and Reiss' girls.
40) Name the top three Saints your character got along with the most. He probably wouldn't be too overly fond of the NPCs. He'd get along well with Troy well enough just to keep the peace between Troy and Reiss, and then he'd probably be fairly fond of Oleg and Angel once they joined up.
Skipping 44 since it needs a specific character, 48) What non-SR stuff did you draw inspiration from for your character? Leo was originally a GTA OC, but the main inspo for both was 'what if the Bad Guys had an FBI agent on the books handling shit when you hit 5 star notariety' and here we are.
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Rules and Backstory
Mod is 18, Lukas is 18.
Replies may be a little slow, I do have a life outside of tumblr.
NSFW is not allowed.
Lukas is ✨bisexual✨
If you spam me with replies, I will block you no hesitation.
Real Name: Lukas Maximoff
Nicknames: Lu, Maximoff, Kid, Supernatural Being
Aliases: Wiccan, Being of Unfathomable Magic, Wizard Guy.
Age: 16
Birthday: July 14, 2006.
Eye Color: Brown, changes red when using his powers.
Height: 5’3
Pronouns: he/him, bisexual.
Siblings and Family Members: (Parents) Oleg and Iryna Maximoff. (Siblings): Pietro and Wanda Maximoff.
Accent: Usually Sokovian, but Steve helped him with an American accent to blend in.
Likes: Ice cream, hanging out with friends and family, going on trips, making suits, fire, weapons.
Dislikes: Loud noises, being in awkward situations, talking about HYDRA or what happened in Sokovia.
Personality: Lukas is a serious and introverted individual with emotional fragility due to his upbringing. At his core, however, Lukas has a caring personality devoted to protecting innocents, and a willingness to fight for what he feels is right. He’s always open to making friends, will always listen to anyone when they need to vent.
Be prepared for a traumatic backstory.
Backstory: Lukas was born in 2004, to Iryna and Oleg Maximoff, he had to older siblings Wanda and Pietro. One night, when they were watching an old TV sitcom they’re apartment was hit with a Stark mortar shell which killed both of their parents. When Lukas was 8, he and his siblings decided to volunteer along in one of Struckers projects. They had Loki’s scepter, when Strucker told him to read it or whatever he was knocked back, and saw the future version of him. Which gave him his powers. But he was unconscious, in 2016, The Avengers had found out what Strucker was up to. Lukas knocked Steve back, mind controlled Tony to show his worst fears. When they found the triplets again, Lukas mind controlled half of the team. Uhm.. skipping to the Ultron Sentries and stuff. Lukas decided to fight alongside the Avengers but eventually got scared and felt like he couldn’t defeat Ultron. Once Clint gave him that superhero speech, he tore all of the sentries in half. Blah blah blah, when Pietro was shot by an Ultron Sentry, he felt Pietro die. He and Wanda had to grieve over him. 2018, Lukas helped fight along T’Challa, once Thanos snapped his fingers Lukas wasn’t dusted, he was sent into another universe. He didn’t know where he was so he went to find the Avengers, but.. it wasn’t his family exactly..
Powers: Chaos Magic, Psychic Energy Manipulation, Telekineses, Force-Field Manipulation, Teleportation, Psychical Augmentation, Disintegration, Mental Manipulation, Emotion Manipulation, Telepathy, Levitation, Reality Warping, Conjugation, Transmutation, Energy Absorption, Astral Projection, Illusion Manipulation, Dreamwalking.
Abilities: Hand To Hand Combat, Expert Spy, Expert Marksman, Knife Mastery.
Facts: Lukas can speak in many languages such as Russian, Spanish, Chinese, German, French. He is capable of traveling to other universes.
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WANDA MAXIMOFF STRANGER THINGS VERSE INFORMATION BELOW.
𝐵𝐴𝑆𝐼𝐶𝑆.
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Wanda Maximoff.
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: Witch, genetically altered human.
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: February 2 1965.
𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: Novi Grad, Sokovia.
𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘: White.
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: Sokovian-American.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅: No preference.
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: Bisexual.
𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: Maximoff residence, Roane County, Indiana, comfortable.
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Works in Hawkins Chemist as a sales assistant, while studying to be a pharmacist.
𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: Advanced Psionics, Chaos Magic.
𝐵𝐼𝑂𝐺𝑅𝐴𝑃𝐻𝑌.
At the end of World War II, several Allied European countries banded together to research psionic and psychic abilities that Germany had attempted to do. While researching this they discovered a family from Sokovia that had heightened abilities through the female line and were sometimes referenced as witches. This included Iryna Petrovic and her mother who agreed to tests believing it would help prevent any wars in the future. After nearly a year of testing, they decided to try and emulate the same abilities in others.
Volunteers were asked for with money as the incentive, but several orphans were taken from an orphanage in Sokovia and one of the said children was Oleg Maximoff. After being subjected to various combinations of drugs and magical artefacts that were found with the help of Iryna’s mother, several of the humans began to display various abilities.
Yet they failed to think of something of importance the people. Some rebelled. Some used their powers for personal gain. Some for hideous crimes. Some met secretly and fell in love.
This was the story for Iryna Petrovic and Oleg Maximoff.
The researchers and government were so busy with the other crises that they didn’t notice the secret meetings and it was only when Iryna fell pregnant that it all fell into place. When Iryna and Oleg realised that the child ( or in this case children ; twins ) would live a life of being locked away and tested on, they made their plan. It took them months to flee through Europe and finally to the so called safety of America with two newborns in tow.
America would be safe for them, wouldn’t it?
For years it was, until agents came for them when Wanda and Pietro were nine years old. In the firefight that ensued, Iryna died but it allowed her family to escape and they made their home in Indiana.
𝐴𝐺𝐸 𝐷𝑈𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆.
SERIES ONE: 17/18.
SERIES TWO: 18/19.
SERIES THREE: 19/20.
SERIES FOUR: 20/21.
𝑃𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐵𝐿𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐿𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆𝐻𝐼𝑃𝑆.
FRIENDS Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Mike Wheeler.
FAMILIAL Eleven, Jim Hopper.
𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸𝑆.
— While in the above biography Wanda’s parents are given the names Iryna and Oleg, it’s generally believed by Wanda and Pietro that these were not the names their parents were born with. The twins distinctly remember having other names as children.
— Wanda’s powers are the same as they are in the MCU movies.
— When Wanda meets Eleven is entirely flexible but I do currently headcanon it as being in the time between Season One and Two.
— Oleg died early in Season Two.
— The Maximoff house is located outside Hawkins and is based on the house Wanda is shown living in at the end of WandaVision.
— Pietro dies in Season Four.
— Whether Wanda is an actual witch and descended from witches, I leave ambiguous. It can be magical or simply natural abilities that have been erroneously labelled as magic.
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Researching part 2
4 to 5.1:
~30 Years Before Trailblazer Awakening (BTA)
28 BTA/8072 SC ― The Third Abundance War.
The Xianzhou Yaoqing and the Xianzhou Fanghu alerts the Xianzhou Luofu about the assembly of the Denizens of Abundance army once more, as well as the revival of Ketu Mirage, the roaming star — and an attack on the Fanghu.
The Luofu dispatches four brigades of Cloud Knights to help them fight: the Rainbow Orbit Fleet, Thunderclap Orbit Fleet, Caladrius Orbit Fleet, and Comet Orbit Fleet.
Dan Shu's friend Yufei is enlisted in the third great war between the Alliance and the Denizens of Abundance.
Yufei is sent to the field hospital.
Diviner Fu Xuan of the Luofu proposes a plan to the Six Charioteer's to send out an SOS signal to the last observed location of the Reignbow's Lux Arrow using the Yuque's Cloudpeer Telescope, which would be shipped to the Fanghu using a Navis Astriger.
Just as the Xianzhou faces defeat, the Reignbow Arbiter descends onto the physical plane and annihilates the Borisins' fleet using their Lux Arrow, causing collateral damage to the field hospital and killing Yufei.
The Yuque's Master Diviner, Jing Tian, who was the only person who had the permission to use the Cloudpeer Telescope and could send out a signal in the format of the Reignbow's decree, perishes on the Fanghu.
During the course of this battle, the Xianzhou Luofu loses over 63,000 fighter jets and over 120,000 pilots, and nearly one-fifth of the Xianzhou Fanghu's delves are destroyed by the Lux Arrow's bombardment. As for the overall casualties of the Xianzhou Alliance; among the nearly million pilots that participated in the air battle, not more than 100,000 survived. Among the casualties are Caiyi and Guangyuan.
10 Years Before Trailblazer Awakening (BTA)
Natasha is adopted into a prominent Overworld family.
Foiled by a lack of test subjects above ground, Vache joins Natasha's clinic in an attempt to complete "Blizzard Immunity".
Oleg and Natasha exile Vache from the Underworld for his experiments.
Dr. Mearsheimer and his assistants discover the existence of the Stellaron within Jarilo-IV, and inform the Supreme Guardian at the time, but are commanded to keep it quiet.
A young Bronya is chosen by the Architects as the successor of Belobog's Supreme Guardian, and is taken from the underworld Rivet Town orphanage to the surface, in order to be adopted by Cocolia Rand.
Belobog's Commercial District falls to the Fragmentum.
Unknown Time Period
Dan Shu becomes one of the leaders of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus.
6 to 9:
~10 Years Before Trailblazer Awakening (BTA)
Cocolia seals off the underground at the instigation of Jarilo-VI's Stellaron.
<10 Years Before Trailblazer Awakening (BTA)
Vache makes progress with Blizzard Immunity, and starts making it available for patrolling Silvermane Guards.
6 BTA/694 AF ― Richard and Dyanna, formerly the lead designers of fashion houses "In the Stars" and "Industrial Threadwork," founded the brand "Suburbia".
April 23, 6 BTA/694 AF ― Accelerated corrosion of the Fragmentum around Rivet Town. Barricades are set up to prevent invasion by Fragmentum monsters. The Rivet Town Orphanage ceases operation and moves the main orphanage operations to Boulder Town.
Rivet Town is invaded by Fragmentum monsters and the residents are evacuated.
Rivet Town is abandoned.
4 BTA/8096 SC ― A young soldier named Yanqing rises to fame from the tournament hosted by the Seat of Divine Foresight, and is conferred the rank of Cloud Knight Lieutenant.
3 Years Before Trailblazer Awakening (BTA)
November, 2 BTA/8098 SC ― The Xianzhou Yaoqing is moored in the Sakin Chadu star system in Kersarran star cluster and cooperating with the Interastral Peace Corporation to harness local minerals and recuperate. The Xianzhou Zhuming is moored in the Le Roy Ladurie cluster's Stella Yamazaki star system, inside the territory of the Klimt Republic. The Zhuming remains there for 10 Star Calendar years to conduct scientific exchanges.
Unknown Years Before Trailblazer Awakening (BTA)
The Nameless take over Akivili's mission and the Astral Express.
The Architects create an inhibitor from Interastral Peace Corporation technology in an attempt to control the Stellaron.
Dr. Mearsheimer's personal bodyguard robot, Svarog, is discovered in his office by the Supreme Guardian at the time, and is sent to the Underworld to aid developing factions.
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Sent To Space X Sisters, Investigators & Bffs/Legal x Elon Rewind AI Team Globally:
#wife jaima Tumblr posts - Tumbig.com
https://www.tumbig.com/tag/wife%20jaima
Jma "tumbler wife" is Trolling me for a wife above.
Jaima Stephenson's email & phone number - Facilities Manager at SpaceX | SignalHire
https://www.signalhire.com/profiles/jaima-stephenson%27s-email/118927601
I'm seeing Jaima's alias is Tracy Thomas when I google her. I wonder if she's still there?
Alive?
The top picture is Jma (Born in '73) but the one under her is her baby sister Shawna Stephenson listed as Jaima as well at Linked In. (Born 1975.)
It appears there is a mash up of identity at Space x of sisters like for disposable PDs?
Rock stars uses in Army/militia/court bribes too.
Secret service.
Jai Ma Bond went so Bad!):
They're scared they'll go to jail with him now.
Including my 'ol dad & bro/Sunil/cousins etc.
Is your bro involved via Dojo creeps & daytraders on Doje con?
Many of these men are run like cyborgs by their creepy atty wives!
Movement men married celebrity hungry washed out Eastern Euro mainstream peeps.
This is issue.
They Troll and offer nothing back creatively.
Helene told me she met Tony Nader's shot-gun wife from a cruise at hair salon.
She said the woman grilled her about Hollywood connections from when she was a caterer for 3 hours!
Both Stephenson Gals were headhunted to broad.com and Jma became a #Trump fanatic in 2016 too.
She recruited us to Space X! F.
Her brother Clinton bought our house & is a famous day trader too.
They're all worked to death- like Musk family- from children.
Jma had to grow up at 12 and be a dog trainer.
She was a hairdresser on side.
She's Jack of all trades workaholic- Intel likely?
Sad my own friends fucked over my family.
I called Becky Stewart Of Leucadia Acupuncture- who went with me on spacex tour yesterday.
Left message at Leucadia acupuncture- her business.
Fingers crossed!
I wonder if Shawna stole Jaima's identity? Jma said she was dying basically- and moving to Shawna's in AZ in 2020- then ghosted me. Haydn said I could only talk to her & Wally in cage. He was mad friends' found me. It was an Airforce project what they did to use my data. Creepy as fuck. I'm not a cyborg nor do I want to be one. Gross.
Clinton is famous for "Tennis Guru" book too. He bought our Fairfield, Iowa 203 West Stone St house with a NY actress Sandra. Then broke up so she kept it a few years. "Kelsey" built big Broadway style center there she used.
Dr. Jma appears to be the gender specialist - spin Dr.- that fucked up our country and pimped my brother's & tech colleagues on match.com scam with bro Adam steck & goddaughter Ayni Raimondi.
Our friends appear to be in conservatorships because none of them are this creepy.
I can guaranty that.
Adam & Mona Steck haven't called back. Do you want to try him?
I'm worried about him.
It's our friends' kids that are running con- like juvenile Dojo Bernards.
Phil Town's daughter Daniel went into Intel spy stuff too.
Martinez Gals were pimped out by gay step-dad Judge and atty at 15yo!
Alex's sister Daniel- my twin- seduced Oleg after me!
Could you send me the Alex diaries back? It's in your email!
We need to warn our sons' of this nanny scam on leaders.
I was proud of Josh Podoll for standing up to her when she let her skirt rise and tried to seduce him.
Chad Emerson said it was hard when he was dating me & she unbuttoned her blouse too low.
It's disrespectful.
I think he went into Intel too.
All these childhood trolls found me on FB when they were contracted as political hookers for Trump.
My x was swayed too by capiralistic Rewind/Lakshmi gay contracts & became Trump meme cheerleader.
It appears they stole Elon Musk identity with "Wild Elon," Grimes, God scam now. God help us. Xo
AI? Jma wasn't like this.
It's hard to know. No one is whom they seem. Even my husband, bro & dad from Army chains- but Isha should have choice.
I wonder how many bfs your mom has had trying to survive?
Bro just pimps her from man to man? Capitalistic sex slavery. ):
I think my best vibe is what she once had.
Try to bring that back.
Energise mom.
No mom should be sacrificed like this. She's Grammy. Xo
This is touchy w/ Jma & Ayni. I'm worried about all my friends. They weren't bad people. I feel they were forced into these capitalistic Jihad crimes.
Haydn doesn't complain about servicing transvestites at astronomy department or their disease and the sexual advances from Israelis & tech ballerinas.
He's very generous about the Apple rapes of his time & data that must've started at 13yo.
Did bro's friends ever flush a Geeks head down the Toilette?
We suspected Haydn had that treatment at North Tahoe high.
Kids are intuitive & mean to spies. ):
Elon was also beat & raped in his higher education.
Not for my son.
Merci.
Peace.
Baraye.
Jai Guru Dev &
Jai Ma,
All Love,
Nitya xo
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Boop
Hark! Agast! Other fancy exclamations! Boops coming from every side!
*boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you-*
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Europe 2022 - Day 21 - Streitberg
Has it really been three weeks?
That’s the things about travel - it feels both long and short at the same time. I’ve sort of gotten into a groove and on one hand, every day flies by and I can’t believe I’ve been here that long. On the other hand, my old life (too dramatic?) feels like forever ago, as if that me never existed.
Anyway...
So Julia and Leonie had to work again (though they say it was more of a half-day kinda thing), so it was on Dani to show me around. On the advice of Julia, he took me to Streitberg, where there is a cave known as Binghoehle. (It was a small cave that was excavated (and properly, I might add, with prehistoric artifacts carefully cataloged and preserved) to allow people to walk through it. After a short tour in the front of the cave, we were led to our own devices. And we stayed down there for quite some time, marveling at the wonder of nature and also saddened by the destruction of certain stalactites and mites by a few bad apples. It was a lovely cool 9° Celsius (that’s 48° Fahrenheit), and can I just go on a side note here?
The weather of Germany (at least the parts I have been to so far) is somewhat similar to Oregon. Therefore, I assume they have the same weather tolerance as us. So every time I go out in shorts and a T-shirt, someone inevitably asks me, “Where is your coat?” to which I reply, “I don’t have one, and don’t need one.” Then they look at me like I have done something wrong by saying such a thing. They shake their heads in bewilderment. I have a flannel, and if I need it, I use it. But it hasn’t happened for a while. So before we went into the cave, the same thing happened.
The tour guide said, “Where is your jacket?”
“I have a shirt if I need it, but I probably won’t.”
“But... it’s cold. It’s 9° year round!”
“Yes! And I can’t wait! It’s like a balmy 13° out!”
*Looks at me like I am absolutely insane.*
So, now I’ll show you some cave pics! (Let’s keep it clean here, folks.)
Also, this is a cave where bats live (so, a batcave?), but it was the wrong time of the year, as they arrive for the winter. Yet there was one solo bat, and apparently he had a place that he liked to be. So here’s what one bat in a cave looks like:
Ha! No? Sigh... Fine. Here:
We came out of the back of the cave, and after a small hike, hit a castle (or at least the remnants of one) with a gorgeous view of the valley.
And look at these two handsome fellas:
After the hike, we got back down the hill and went to the small village of Ebermannstadt for some ice cream (I have had so much ice cream in this country) and then back to Julia’s. We had to be back because tonight was the night for kerwa (which is Franconian dialect word for kirchweih, which is a type of festival). The area is known for its many ponds/streams, etc. and many folks raise/catch carp. I’ve had many of the fishes in my life, but not carp. And I’m always a bit hesitant about animal products in foreign countries, not because I’m concerned I will get sick, but more because sometimes various preparations do not sit with my palate or stomach. Try some lutefisk or surströmming and you might know of what I speak.
So Julia, Leonie, family and friends headed to the local restaurant where this carpfest was taking place. We had to preorder the carp so the restaurant knew how many to get and prepare. They were filleted in half. It was a bit jarring to see a whole fish on my plate at first.
But f**k, it was delicious. I got the peppered version, and it was crispy with a fried chicken-type coating. I’m salivating right now thinking about it. As the dozen of us sat around BS’ing, I started talking to Oleg, who recently joined his wife Ira from the Ukraine. He starts German language lessons soon and also did not know English, but thanks to the magic of Google Translate, we found ourselves having a pretty good conversation!
Then it was next door to the two-story dance club that hadn’t seen a remodel in some years, and where the old folks dance on the weekends. There’s a lot I’ll try, but dancing is not one of them. It’s not that I lack rhythm, it’s just I always feel like an idiot when I dance. And I know people (and signs that women named Karen have in their home that) say “Dance like no one’s watching!”
I don’t dance when no one’s watching either.
Didn’t matter though - we all had fun, had drinks, and partied the night away.
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Chapter 19 - The Blooming Friendship
Before going to bed, Anatoliy lit a candle and read a few chapters from the Scriptures, but he feel asleep soon afterwards. It was only a few hours later that Radek woke up, in the morning close to the noon. He went about his daily activities, but he became slightly concerned that his roommate was still sleeping. Anatoliy eventually woke up the next day, past noon.
"Finally! You almost made me worried."
"Why?" he yawned and stretched, and then looked at the clock. "I feel well rested for only having slept 6 hours. The first day of the year started well, so I have a good feeling about the rest of it..."
"We are in the second."
Anatoliy stopped for a second, then realized.
"I've never slept so much in my whole life! I guess I made up for the past weeks... This is also the first time in months I fell asleep right away, and didn't even have nightmares. I was not afraid to die in my sleep anymore, now that I know my soul is saved."
He proceeded to tell Radek all about the previous night, and he was very happy for him.
"I wanted to tell you this yesterday, but you were asleep. I forgive you. I also remembered that we used to get along well before, and I wish we could go back to being friends."
Anatoliy was speechless for a moment. Radek leaned his arm forward, gesturing as if expecting a handshake, but he was met with a hug.
"...thank you..."
Likewise, Ingrid told Svetlana about her experience and her decision to forgive her mother, as well as the intention to send a few letters to her siblings. With this occasion, Sveta also sent some more letters to her relatives, although none of the previous ones had received an answer. The two eventually managed to send the letters through a similarly convoluted means as the previous time, hoping that this time they would arrive to their destinataries.
"I am so happy that you finally reconciled with her, Ingrid."
"I said I forgave her, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to meet her soon. I expect the worst from a possible reunion, to be honest. I will worry about that when the time comes, we haven't even left this house yet."
"We will soon. What are your plans for after life goes to normal?"
"Oh, you are so optimistic... What do I plan to do?... it would be the best if I moved back with my siblings. I know Olaf, at least, would let me stay indefinitely. Maybe I should stay with one of my siblings who has children closer to Oleg's age, so he can play with his cousins. However, I really liked staying in this family, and I wouldn't want to leave for good."
"You can stay with us if you want, you're always welcome."
"Thank you Sveta, you're very generous."
Meanwhile, Žydras and Gintarė found a large coal mine. The more they walked forward, the more it seemed to extend in front of them. Fortunately, the torches were still lit.
"This mine system has to lead to a village eventually. When we reach it, we can easily learn the way home! Whose new year wish was that?" he said excitedly, then winked at her.
"I won't tell you what I wished for."
"Or else it won't come true?"
"I wouldn't have told you even if that wasn't the case."
"Grumpy, are we?"
She began walking faster, stomping her feet, and he tried to keep up. Then, she started going faster, and even running. He chased her, and they went on like this until she got tired.
"At least we traveled through the first hall faster!" he smirked, catching his breath.
She was panting from the effort, but also giggling.
"Do I hear you laughing?"
"No!" she said, still unable to hold it in.
Before they knew it, they were both laughing, not even quite sure why.
"My joke wasn't even that funny."
"It wasn't your joke."
"Then what?"
"You annoy me so much..." she kept snickering.
"You too." he grinned again.
"...it seemed so ridiculous to me how we were running like little children."
"Why did you start running?"
"To get away from you."
"What did I do?"
"You tease me all the time. But then, you started following me, and you were running as well. It seemed very amusing to me for some reason."
"So you do think I'm funny."
"You're just immature."
In the meantime, Ingrid and Sveta were talking about the time before the chaos and what they anticipated for the future.
"I remember that the last letter I received from my siblings before I got taken here was about a conflict my elder sisters, the twins, had. When we were little, they would call me names along with my mother, but as adults we got along together. I realized they were not happy either, as mom tried to treat them as dolls to display, both during childhood and adolescence. This got particularly embarrassing when she tried to find suitors for them. Even when they were 17 she would have them dress the same at every ball and social gathering. I was 16 back then, but I wasn't allowed to attend, as I would've made a bad impression. What they told me, however, was that she would introduce them to young princes and the such with remarks like 'if you don't like one of them, you can have another who looks just as good, but is smarter, (or more amiable, or other qualities)'. As adults, they made a point to dress as differently as possible, braid their hair differently, and so on. Last year, at least what I gathered from the letters, was that they were both in love with the same man, but he loved one, while my mother would have wanted the other to marry him."
"If she sees both twins the same, what difference does it make to her if the first one gets married to that man?"
"The 'older' twin is more like dad, in terms of personality, and the 'younger' is more like mom, so, naturally, she is partial to her."
"She is doing her a great disservice by trying to arrange a marriage between her and someone who doesn't love her, but her sister. Does she want her daughter to be miserable? And as for that man, he can't pretend he is marrying the one he loves just because she looks similar to her. People aren't replaceable!"
"That's what I would tell them if I were there. However, there are my half-siblings, who are much wiser than me, and I believe they will sort the situation out despite my mother's plans."
"I almost said that I'm happy there has been no such controversy in my family, but I remembered that Elena ran away with Kęstas. If the situation hadn't worsened, I think the two countries would have been at peace, and they would've been able to get married without any objections from any side. I hope they're safe now and that we'll meet as soon as the conflict is over..."
At the hospital, Anatoliy was wearing bandages around his hands, fingers, feet and toes, waiting for the frostbite to heal and the nails to grow back. Radek helped him pick up objects he was unable to, and Anatoliy tried to lean on his heels when he had to walk. One day, when he was resting his feet on the bed, Radek initiated a conversation:
"We've only been thinking of our worries lately, I say we should talk to eachother as if nothing had happened. Pretend it's a normal day, just for now."
Anatoliy was slightly taken aback, and he struggled to recall his life before. Eventually, he began:
"Oleg has learned how to walk, and he is learning many words already. I can't believe he's growing so fast! What were your children like when they were toddlers?"
"Much the same. When your child is 2, you're excited to see them walk and hear them talk, but when they grow, it's difficult to keep up with their running around and screaming at their siblings. I'm joking, though. In fact, I usually join their games, but I break their fights as often as I can. I was equally as chaotic as a child, so it only seems fair that they take after me. Sveta, however, has less patience for the noise. I do try to teach my children not to give the servants more work than they already have, so I sometimes have them clean their own mess."
"Which of you is stricter when it comes to educating your children?"
"Sveta, of course. Not that I encourage bad behaviour, but I often join their little schemes, if harmless enough. She puts stricter rules on them, especially Piotrek, as he's the heir. However, she's also very gentle with them, spending time reading them all sorts of books, telling them stories and teaching them many intersting things from history or whatever else she'd learnt. I love watching them so attentive to her, and I sit and listen, too, if I'm not busy. I tend to believe we're doing a good job: children to run and jump around, especially the boys, but they also need their downtime."
"I remember when you and Sveta were gone out of town or out of country for different meetings, and I was left to take care of the children. Of course, they were staying with their grandfather, but I also spent time with them. I often went sledding with them, and they loved it."
"They thought you were a very fun uncle."
"Being an older brother to Elena, then an uncle to your children, is what made me want to be a father as well. I was unspeakably happy when Oleg was born. I miss him..."
"How do you spend your time with your family, usually?"
"Even before we had Oleg, Ingrid and I loved to sing and play music, and sometimes dance or skate. Since we were both passionate about music, we tried to instill a love for music into our child since he was little. Actually, when Ingrid was pregnant, we both sang to the baby, and after he was born, we would sing him to sleep."
"That's lovely. I hope Oleg does become a musician. Maybe you can teach him to play the harpsichord; you're very talented."
"Thank you. That's what I intended to do. I would still play now if I had an instrument around, but even then I couldn't, my fingers are ruined."
"You'll heal soon enough."
"...I suppose you can't partake in your leisurely activities, either, can you?"
"Since I can't go outside, no. I used to go dog-sledding with Sveta. Other times we would hunt, but only during those vacations in which we had somebody to look after the children. I really like dogs, but I won't let the children near them until they're older, so that they don't get hurt. White dogs and wolf dogs, especially, have very sharp teeth."
"I've always been scared of them for this precise reason. All of the animals are very intersting from afar, but I want nothing to do with them."
"Fair enough. We don't keep the dogs at home, but at our mountain house. I remembered something: there was one time we took the children with us when we went abroad. It was a warmer country, but one that had four seasons. We arrived there in the summer, and spent a day at the seaside. All five of us had red skin because of the sunburn. In hindsight, it's funny, but at the time, the children panicked and started crying."
"I've never been abroad with my family because Oleg wasn't old enough yet. I would've liked to go sledding with him, too. I wish he could be able to play more than I did as a child."
"You weren't allowed?"
"It's not that I wasn't allowed to play at all, but I was restricted because my parents were worried I would get sick again, or that I would get hurt. That's why I say I hope Oleg is healthier than me, so that he could go outside without fear of catching a lung disease or run around with other boys without the risk of scraping a knee and bleeding too much."
"I guess that explains some of Sveta's attitudes. She used to panic whenever the children so little as tripped and fell, especially when Piotrek was little. Nowadays she lets them run around, but I see that she still feels a little uncomfortable. I tried to tell her that she can't expect to protect her children from everything forever, especially the eldest. If he will be king one day, he will have to be independent and he will have to protect others, not rely on his parents. She theoretically agrees, but she is too often worried. I just realised there is this family connection: whereas you would fear somebody is conspiring against your family, she usually imagines that her children can suddenly catch a deadly illness."
"These are not irrational fears!"
"Taken to this extent, they are."
"If it happened to somebody else, it can also happen to you or me."
"You never learn, do you?"
"Well, I...! Sorry. Let's change the subject..." he said, making a pause to think of something he had not said before. "Something I wanted to ask, but never had the right occasion to, is: how do you feel that your wife is the monarch?"
"Do you mean if I ever wanted to be a king? I never had the expectation that I would reach so high. My mother was a duchess by birth, but she married somebody of a lower rank. I only became a prince when she married my step-father, but even then, I was taught that I would not inherit the throne because I'm not the King's natural son. Having known this since childhood, I didn't really wish to become a king myself, knowing it would be impossible for me."
"But doesn't your merely being the Prince consort have any influence on your relationship?"
"Technically, until last year she was only the heiress, and I wouldn't say it's the same thing. But she never bosses me around, if that's what you're implying, it's really not in her character to do so."
"Well she was being bossy to me as a child," he smiled. "But she cared for me as if she were my mother."
"She is a wonderful mother, indeed, and she tries her best to be a good leader. I say we work well as a team, both when it comes to raising children and taking care of country matters. She does come to me for advice if she ever needs it, but she's wise, much like her father. If only she didn't worry all the time. We've had some arguments about this, because some days I feel she's bringing me down with her pessimism, and she feels I don't take her concerns seriously. We do see eye to eye at the end of the day, fortunately."
"I'd also be upset if Ingrid told me I'm paranoid or something like that, but she believes me more often than not."
"The two of you encourage each other's bad habits."
"That's not true. It's good to be in agreement, it promotes unity."
"It's impossible not to have any conflicts at all."
"I didn't say that. We do argue sometimes, but over smaller things. We may both seem weird to you, but our minds are quite different. While she understands many of my thoughts, she finds others nonsensical, and the other way around. The only big conflict was when I..." he paused awkwardly. "But I think we'd be in good terms if we were to meet right now..."
A few days later, the two went to the sauna. Other people were reading a newspaper, but parts of the ink had smudged because of the steam, which one of them was quick to point out. Another began reading aloud an article about the Emperor, Grigoriy II, having ended the war and given independence to the neighbouring country. A man, one of those who had been shipwrecked, now sitting next to Anatoliy and Radek, gasped in surprise, but he looked away and coughed lightly as the two turned their heads toward him.
When his fingers and toes began healing, he started going to the hot baths again. Although he had no problems during the previous days, the steam made him cough, but he ignored it. As usual, he was talking to Radek and the two were also telling jokes, and the same man as before was heard laughing.
"I thought the people on the ship were coming here from another country." whispered Anatoliy.
"Maybe he had been in a vacation and came home."
"I've never seen anybody with red hair around here, except if they came from the west."
The man coughed several times, then left, and he avoided them for the following days. As Anatoliy's frostbite was healing, he was, however, feeling weaker overall, and he found it hard to breathe, feeling pain if he inhaled deeply, and he was coughing more often. He was now lying in bed, waiting for the doctor to come.
"This is how my mother died..." he sighed, feeling the bottom of his lungs hurt as he exhaled. "...I saw her cough blood... that deadly red on the fresh snow... she was dead by evening... I will never forget that day..."
"Stop talking like that!" Radek lost his patience. "You've been sick for almost two days and you already think about death."
"Well, I'm not afraid of death anymore, but I'm slightly disappointed I have to go so soon; I still have many things to solve..."
"I'm sure it's just the flu and you're overreacting... as usual. Here comes the doctor."
After the control, the doctor diagnosed him with pneumonia, and explained his treatment, and that recovery would take no more than two weeks. Radek inevitably caught it as well, and the two were confined to the room, much to his frustration.
"I can't believe we got sick inside the hospital. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible."
"But your broken arm hasn't healed yet."
"It's not a broken leg. If I can walk, I can manage."
"Knowing you, you'd be walking around even if your leg was broken. It's just two weeks."
"Don't lecture me: yesterday you were acting like you were on your deathbed."
"I may have exaggerated..."
Radek started counting the days as if he were in prison, and, in doing this, he remembered the day they were on.
"Happy birthday to my favourite brother-in-law!"
"I'm your only brother-in-law..."
"I know." he teased. "How does it feel to be yet another year older?"
"You talk as if I'm turning 42, not 24."
"You can't blame me: you even have a white hair."
Anatoliy looked at Radek in shock, but, upon further consideration, he was ultimately not that surprised. The two continued the "party" within their limited means, and reminisced about the good times they had. Anatoliy was glad that he found a friend in Radek, again.
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Her heart's an empty hole
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: I guess slightly angsty? but warm, fluffy, happy ending
The Request: For the Christmas prompts: The Maximoffs invite the reader to spend the holidays with them but Wanda is just a Grinch who doesn't like Christmas and doesn't seem to get along with the reader until she melts her cold heart
Authors Note: I hope I did this justice for you Anon, feel like I failed on focusing on the aspect of a cold Wanda towards Reader and the holidays. Also Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
I'm also still accepting any holiday requests you may have you got until the end of the month! the post for the requests can be found here Holiday Requests
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It had been a constant joke for years between you and the Maximoff family when it comes to Wanda. Everyone and anyone who is friends with the Maximoff's knew that Wanda Maximoff absolutely despises Christmas as a holiday and with that despises you. Why? You and the Maximoff family have no idea you got on perfectly fine with Pietro. Then again both you and Pietro suspect that his parents are convinced you two are dating due to how close you are. However, in reality, you saw him as a brother and he saw you as his older sister, but that was obvious considering you were a year older than them. As for Wanda.. With her hating Christmas so much you all resorted to calling her The Grinch or Scrooge. Needless to say, that wasn’t making her warm up to you any quicker. But that wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. But honestly, with Oleg and Iryna Maximoff, you couldn’t decipher if they saw you as potential for one of their children to date or if they saw you as another one of their children.
But here you were on a break between classes with the Maximoff twins approaching you. Pietro walking along with an extra pep in his step talking to Wanda. Whilst Wanda was mumbling something and slapping Pietro’s arm as they approached. “What’s got you so happy Piet?” before he even answers he runs over and slams into and envelopes you into a hug. As you place your chin on his shoulder hugging him back you see Wanda roll her eyes. You swallow dryly as you pull away from Pietro as Wanda nudges him and whispers “get on with Piet tell them what you have to and we can get out of here.” You look at Wanda and squint your eyes. Your attention gets drawn back to Pietro by his exclamation “Oh uh yes!... So our parents were saying you are more than welcome to spend the holiday season with us since your family is across the country and…and since you won’t be able to make it home to them.”
You stare at them both mouth agape as you shake your head “Pietro as much as I adore this gesture and offering I…I can’t do that to your family. I’m not even…I’m nothing really to you and your family.” Wanda couldn’t lie hearing that come out of your mouth did sting and hurt her ever so slightly but she wasn’t going to show that now or anytime soon. “Oh come Y/N/N you’re basically family to all- well most of us. I know you see me as a brother and you know I see you as an older sister. You’ve been around us long enough you are basically family Y/N.” You glance at Wanda very quickly but look at Pietro again “I don’t wanna impose Pietro I’ll be in the way.”
“Y/N I promise you won’t be. My parents and I just don’t want you alone around the holidays.”
You chuckle and shake your head and nod towards Wanda behind him “and what about Ms Grinch back there? If she had it her way I wouldn’t be left anywhere near your house.”
Wanda’s jaw clenches she knows you’re just upset about not being able to see your family but that doesn’t stop the comment from coming out of her mouth. “I frankly couldn’t care less where you spend the holiday season or if you spend it alone. But yeah you’re right if I had it my way you wouldn’t be left anywhere near our house. Now Come on Piet.”
Pietro looks between you and Wanda as he shakes his head “I’m sorry about her but I’m picking you up there's no way out of this.” you sigh and nod your head slowly. With the Twins on the other side of campus walking to their car, the second they got out the door Pietro shoved Wanda. “What was all that about Wanda, the one time we all asked you to be okay and just tolerate them you explode. What the fuck is up with that.”
Wanda rolls her eyes as she unlocks the car and gets in. “nothing is up with that, they aren’t the house yet and it isn’t the holiday season so I do not need to act any specific way around them yet, okay?” Pietro scoffs and rolls his eyes as he gets in the car. “Just drive and get me home.” once they get inside their parents greet them “How was school? What was Y/N’s decision to our offer?”
“They were adamant on not coming thinking they would be imposing, Wanda also blew up at them. But I basically told them they didn’t have a choice I was picking them up either way.”
The twins hear a mumble in unison by their parents “good I don’t want them alone during the holidays.”
It was a few days later you had your bags packed for the duration of your stay with the Maximoffs. You were currently lying on the couch with music playing throwing a ball up and down in the air to keep you occupied whilst waiting for Pietro to show. Of course, Pietro doesn’t know calm and subtly as you can hear the engine of his car pulling up outside your apartment and of course the constant banging and ringing of the doorbell. You scoff and roll your eyes “I’m coming Piet relax.” you open up the doors as your grabbing everything you need to go. You toss him everything as you lock your door. “Relax Piet I’m not going anywhere you have me for the next few days.”
The car pulls into the driveway you hesitate to get out of the car. Pietro nudges you and nods towards the door “come on it’ll be fine my parents and I will save you from the grinch.” you attempt to give him a smile but you knew it definitely showed as more of a grimace than anything else. The second you enter through the doorway you’re greeted with multiple hellos. You smile slightly as you follow Pietro to where you’re staying. As you come downstairs you hear their mother asking “Hi Y/N you wouldn’t be able to make some of those delicious cookies for us would you?” As you walk towards her you nod and grin “totally of course.” you completely miss out on Pietro sitting beside Wanda on the sofa and her mumbling to herself “they made those cookies?” thinking no one heard her but of course Pietro did “why is that such a big deal?”
Wanda clears her throat and shakes her head “it isn’t.” Pietro smirks subtly as he sees you in the kitchen putting Christmas music on and dancing as you make the cookie mix. Wanda tries her best to hide the warm smile on her face, but when you look up her way to glance at the television she clenches her jaw and looks away. As you place the cookies in to bake you start making some hot chocolate as a way to say thank you to the Maximoffs for having you stay here.
You lean against the counter as you keep an eye on everything, making sure to keep to yourself playing with your fingers. When you start spacing out you hear the timer go off, you take out the cookies and place them on individual plates as you pour out the hot chocolate into mugs you decorate the top of the hot chocolate with marshmallows, pouring whipped cream on top with chocolate shavings. As you carry the mugs and plates over to the living room. You miss how Wanda’s face lights up subtly as she eyes the cookies and hot chocolate. You hear multiple praises come your way. You try to brush them off and admit it was nothing.
The next few days carry on the same, you baking something or creating something nice as a thank you. Yet receiving nothing but the cold shoulder from Wanda. However, it was currently Christmas eve and they decided to have a movie night for the family. Again you tried your best to get out of it since you weren’t family but you were dragged down…more like carried over Pietros shoulder. But here you were sitting on the floor with your back against the sofa as the twins set on the sofa lying across it at either end. Pietro tried to get you to sit beside you, again you didn’t want to interfere. You were playing with your fingers under the blanket when their mother handed a mug of hot chocolate to Wanda. You smirked when you saw her hum at the sight but as soon as she took a sip you could hear the disgust and grimace behind her moan of delight.
You grinned as you went into the kitchen getting out three mugs and making the exact same hot chocolate you did when you first arrived. When you approached the twins again you held out the two mugs to them. Wanda looked at you in disbelief and raising an eyebrow you shrugged and moved the mug closer to her for her to take. She put her tongue in her cheek as she took the mug from you. You placed yours on the coffee table as you got rid of her old one, when you actually got to sit back down as she took a sip you heard an actual moan of delight coming from the back of her throat. You grinned behind your mug.
It was the next morning Christmas morning to be exact when you got woken up by a pillow hitting your face and you heard a tired “Merry Christmas Y/N/N.”
You grinned “Merry Christmas Piet.” soon after that Pietro had fallen back asleep you got up off of the floor and grabbed your hoodie to put it on. You closed the door as quietly as possible not expecting anyone else to be up.
As you got down the stairs you saw Wanda awake downstairs in a hoodie. And what seemed to be like making some sort of hot drink. You decided to not annoy her and sit on the sofa. Needless to say, you were shocked when Wanda approached you holding a cup of coffee in front of you. You looked up at her and narrowed your eyes and raised an eyebrow, replicating what she had done to you last night. She smirked slightly as she shrugged and moved the mug closer to you, you appealed to the young Maximoff and held it close to your chest. You eyed her from your peripheral vision to see her placing down her mug and coming closer to you and wrapping her arms around you in a hug as she mumbled “Merry Christmas Y/N”
You grinned “Merry Christmas Wanda.” she grabbed her mug from where she was not moving from beside you as she grabbed it she looked at you as you both clinked your mugs together. None of the both of you realising her parents and slightly older brother was watching the whole ordeal from the stairs.
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Wanda and the life she deserved (she’ll make sure of it) Chapter 3
Summary: Pietro wasn’t Pietro, who was he?
Previous parts: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, epilogue
Chapter 3: Bonding
Wanda tensed up when she heard him talk. Oleg never wore any helmets, a hat, sure but she had never seen him wear a helmet.
“Who are you?” She asked, sharply, pinning him tighter to the tree when he tried to leave.
“Name’s Peter,” he looked around seemingly looking for something. “You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, do you?”
Peter, not Pietro. It wasn’t him.
Of course, it wasn’t, she mentally smacked herself, it was too good to be true. She had ignored the signs, the differences, but there was no denying when it came directly from him. This man wasn’t her brother. Still, it wasn’t fair. All she wanted was to be happy, to have a family, but the universe seemed keen in making sure she’d never get a happy ending. She wanted to feel angry, to lash out, but she just felt... empty. She turned to the man, still immobilized, he was still waiting for an answer.
“Westview,” Wanda replied, “New Jersey.”
Peter nodded, obviously not understanding where the town was, but not having much choice but accept his predicament.
Wanda raised a hand, and let the illusion changing his clothes break. His runner costume gone, the man was wearing leather pants, a silver jacket with a band T-shirt. A Walkman was at his side, the headphones at his neck.
‘Weird, where did he even get a Walkman?’
She smirked at the goggles on his head, if he really had superspeed, he certainly had the right idea. Pietro had complained a lot about dirt and debris getting into his eyes, she had suggested a shield from her magic, but he said he’d find a solution eventually. She noticed with a sigh that his hair was back to silver, no more pretending now.
“How did you even get here?” The question came out harsher than she would have wanted. The man didn’t seem phased by it, he might have been used to someone in his entourage losing their temper. He simply shrugged and answered.
“I’m not really sure, I was in my room, deciding what to do about my father when a portal opened and suddenly, I’m in some freaky dungeon. There’s a lady talking about you getting desperate, next thing I know, I’m at your doorstep.”
It didn’t make sense, no one in Westview had a dungeon and sure, maybe she had wanted her brother back, but bringing in a stranger? He didn’t even look like Pietro, why did her magic took him, out of everyone else? She looked at the necklace in her hand, the magic wasn’t his, that was for certain. He had been under a spell, but why?
He should have had his role attributed to him when he came in the town, no need for any fancy jewelry. Speaking of, how could he stay himself right now? Why was he unaffected?
She waved her magic away, letting him go. He took a step forward and looked at her, probably wondering why she had just let him loose.
“Tell me about you, where are you from?” Wondered Wanda. He might not have been her brother, but she could still feel the connection. Apparently, so did he, because he sat down and cleared his throat.
“Well, I’m Peter, I grew up in America, with my mom and my,” he paused, “my younger sister, Lorna.” Wanda frowned, why had he hesitated just now? Peter continued his ramble, “when I was seventeen, three guys and I helped a known terrorist to break out of the pentagon, you know him as Magneto, but I figured out later that he was my father. I found him again 10 years later, but he had joined ranks with the god wanna be. He called himself Apocalypse. Took my dad in because he could control metal. Tried to tell him we were related, but I was too much of a loser so instead I tried taking on Apocalypse by myself, got my leg broken and I’ve been wondering how to tell him ever since. Oh, and I joined the X-Men.”
Wanda frowned once again; she hadn’t heard of any events that Peter described. Could it have happened while she was being experimented on? She had never encountered anyone named Magneto, or Apocalypse. And who were those X Men? Perhaps he meant Avengers? But those names wouldn’t easily get mixed up. The same unnerving feeling was creeping up on Wanda. The feeling he didn’t belong here, not just him not being her brother, there was something more. His life didn’t add up, nothing of it made sense. A few questions came to her mind, but she settled with the more urgent one.
“Who was the lady in the dungeon? If someone is trying to sabotage my life, I deserve to know who it is.”
Peter seemed lost in thoughts for a moment, before looking at her. “I’m sorry, I guess she used a trick on me because I know she’s a lady, but I can’t remember specifics details.”
Wanda sighed and pressed her face into her hands, why couldn’t she just live her life without someone ruining it. Chaos was the usual in her life, the moment she tried to settle down, a threat would rise and rip her loved ones away. She thought she would be safe in her own little town, but then the drone came, and now that lady who seemed determined to destroy her world.
“What happened to your brother?” The question took her by surprise. It was to be expected from him, he was, after all, brought in to replace Pietro. He had to be wondering why her actual brother couldn’t play the part. Peter cleared his throat, understanding of rude he sounded and opted for a not-a-care-in-the-world mannerisms. “I mean, I think I know, but I don’t want to assume and be rude. Hell, I have his memories, but I have no idea if what I’ve been shown is real. The lady that messed with my mind could have slipped stuff in, so I hurt you without wanting it.”
Wanda smiled, he might not have been her brother, but he did act a little like him. Pietro was very protective of her too, must have been an older brother thing. She too was protective, but her grief had kept her from really connecting with anyone.
‘Except with Vision and look where you ended up’ she shook away the thought. Those intrusive comments kept haunting her, why couldn’t she shake them away? She looked at her not brother, choosing to focus on him.
“He was a hero.” A dead hero. “We survived a bombing when we were ten and ended up on the wrong side. We saw the truth and saved the world.” Yet he lost his life. “He only had his powers for a few months, same as me. He wasn’t in total control of them. He saved a friend of mine and a child from being shot down, but he wasn’t quick enough.”
Peter looked at her with sympathy in his eyes, he slowly put a comforting hand on her shoulder, trying to help her. “I uh, I know it’s not the same thing, but I’ve been struggling with telling my true lineage to my father. I thought it was only my truth but it’s apparently true for all speedsters. I’ve noticed that for people as fast as us, we always seem to be too late.” They both chuckled, sadly. He removed his hand from her shoulder and gripped her hand instead.
“You know, I didn’t even get to attend his funeral,” Wanda said, grief dripping from her words. “I’m part of a superhero group, the Avengers. There was always something happening, I never took the time to grieve him properly.”
“I- I’m a twin as well,” confessed Peter. Wanda looked at him in shook, was that why he hesitated when he described his family life? He squeezed her hand, clearly this was a painful memory. “She died. She wasn’t shot or anything, it happened when we were 15. She uh, she had probability powers,” Wanda frowned at that power, she had never heard of it. “She could sway the odds in her favor, if that makes it any clearer.” Peter chuckled, “she would use it to make sure we never missed the bus, or that she’d pass a test she wasn’t sure she had studied enough. We’re not sure what happened, no one was there with her. I was running, when I just felt it, you know? Like a bond just breaking and next thing I know I’m passed out and my mom keeps calling my name.”
“What’s your name? Your full name?” Urged Wanda. They were too similar, there had to be a reason for it. She had felt the same way when Pietro died, like a piece of herself was ripped away, leaving a bloody mess in its wake.
“Peter Maximoff”
Notes: Sorry it ended like this, the chapter was originally 2500 words so I split it in two where it fitted best, I hope you like this!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIS
My dear friend @lisinfleur celebrates her birthday today and here is my little gift for this amazing friend of mine ♥
I love you and I am happy and honored that I can call you my friend, babe ♥
Paring: Amma x Hvitserk
Word account: 3285
Warning: none, oh there are spoilers for 6B, so if you didn’t watch it don’t read it ;)
Amma was sharpening her sword and her arrowheads and she was afraid to go to sleep, because tomorrow there will be a huge battle between her people and Rus army led by Oleg the Prophet. She has never seen this man, but she heard enough stories about him to fear the day when he could possibly walk into the Kattegat as its new ruler. She also heard that prince Hvitserk Ragnarsson is marching with the Rus army alongside his younger brother Ivar and she didn’t know, what to think about it. The last time she saw Hvitserk was when his own brother Björn wanted to burn him alive because he killed his mother - the most famous shield-maiden in the world - Lagertha. But his other brother Ubbe saved him on Björn’s command and Björn casted him out of Kattegat for good, shouting these horrible words to his face: “I saved you. And do you want to know why I saved you? Because I know you were happy to die. But I don't want you to be happy. No. I don't want you to enter Odin's Hall. I want you to suffer a living death, expelled from Kattegat and the haunts of men, destined to die in a ditch in some forest somewhere, utterly forgotten, wretched, insignificant, unmemorable! Like a flea on a sheep's back. Take him away! He won't survive the winter.”
That day Amma couldn’t help herself and she felt so sorry for him. She spent so many days with the young prince. She watched him, when he was sleeping, shivering and murmuring nonsense words under his nose, trembling because he was an addict. He was obviously addicted to mushrooms and his brothers didn’t care enough to help him through the rough times. She knew why he started escaping his problems in the alternate realities created by the mushrooms in his system. His brother Ivar treated him like a dog and mocked him in front of everyone for a very long time, making him feel like a shit even though Hvitserk jumped ship for him and abandoned his beloved brother Ubbe. And when he found someone who finally made him happy, a beautiful girl named Thora, Ivar burned her and her whole family alive. And it was second of Hvitserk lovers who found death in his younger brother’s arms. The slave girl Margrethe was murdered by Ivar’s men even though he never admitted that publicly. Hvitserk suffered so much and he had nobody to care about him so he became this pitiful wreck of human being. She was trying to help him. She tried her best to keep him home, away from the drug dealers. She tried to make him eat properly and drink less ale, but he was stubborn and she had her own duties so she couldn’t be there for him all day. She felt so sad when she found him high as a kite every evening when she came back to the great hall, he was calling Thora’s name, saying the words full of love to someone who was long gone. He saw her everywhere, her burnt body telling him to kill Ivar, to avenge her, but he couldn't do anything, he was scared of Ivar, he was losing his mind and he saw him everywhere. Every shadow in his mind was Ivar, ever strange sound from outside was Ivar, slowly crawling to him, intending to finish him. He was slowly losing his mind and there was nothing she could do to help him.
But the real hell broke loose when he killed Lagertha. She couldn’t help him anymore. She was crying her eyes out when they took him away, tied him up to the stake and lit the fire under him.
But she quickly wiped out her eyes, when he was saved and casted out of the town. She quickly ran to her cabin, she took some food into a bag and few warm furs and clean male clothes that belonged to her brother, she also took one of her old swords and she quickly and quietly run to the woods. She knew that she will find Hvitserk there somewhere. He had nowhere else to run.
She found him after few minutes, trembling under a big tree. She gave him the dry clothes; she wrapped him into the warm furs and lit a fire. She cuddled closer to him, trying to warm him up because he was still trembling. She spent the night in his arms, feeling him hugging her tightly like if his life depended on it. Next morning she gave him the bag with food into one hand and the sword into another and with heavy heart she sent him on his way. She wanted to go with him, but she knew that her brothers would start looking for her soon and she didn’t want to cause him more troubles. And he didn’t show any interest for her to go with him. He seemed like he didn’t care what is going to happen to him. She watched him until he disappeared behind the horizon, thinking that it’s the last time when she saw his face.
And now he is back, leading the Rus army towards Kattegat. He obviously survived the cold winter and met Ivar in the woods. She was more than surprised when she heard that he is with Ivar again. She clearly remembered his terrified face when someone only mentioned Ivar’s name in front of him. Something obviously changed. She was wondering why he came back and for a very brief moment she let herself believe that he came back for her, but it was nonsense. He probably already forgot her face… He came back because he wanted revenge, he wanted to show Björn and Ubbe, that he was still worth something. That he is not some pathetic excuse for a human being. Amma finally put her sword down and changed her clothes and went to bed, trying to get some sleep before the big fight. She wasn’t very successful because she couldn’t fall asleep until four in the morning, Hvitserk’s face kept popping in front of her eyes, making her feel excited and frustrated, because she shouldn’t feel something like this for an enemy.
In the middle of the battle
Amma felt like if this battle took forever. It seemed to her like if it was days ago since Björn rode into the battle on his horse, mortally injured, leading his people into the battle for the last time. It felt like years ago, when her eyes found Hvitserk standing next to Oleg and Ivar. He looked so much better than the last time she saw him. He gained some weight, his hair were clean and braided again, he was sitting astride on his horse, looking majestic, looking around him with clear, intelligent and sober eyes. She could see that his eyes were green again, the blood stains were gone and so were his inner demons. His lips were no longer quivering. He looked again like a mighty warrior and she stopped worrying about him being easily striked down by the defending soldiers. She stopped worrying about him hours ago and right now she started worrying about herself. She was trained shield-maiden, but her arms were becoming weaker and weaker with every hit from their enemies. She let out a frustrated scream and stabbed her sword through the heart of the nearest fighter. But seconds later another two started banging their swords on her shield and she felt that her arms will give up on her soon if she won’t retreat. But she wasn’t a coward, she would stand her ground and fight until her last breath. She fell on her knees and the bangs falling on her shield became louder and harder. She felt that her shield started slipping out of her hand and she had no control over it anymore. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for the final blow, but it never came. She heard someone shouted above her, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw Hvitserk standing above her, yelling commands and pushing those two soldiers away from her kneeling form.
“Can you stand up?” he asked her and she nodded shakily. Hvitserk’s strong arm pulled her up, but her trembling legs failed her and if he didn’t catch her, she would fall down on the ground again.
“I will take care of you this time, sweet Amma,” he said softly and carefully took her away from the battle field in his strong arms, into one of the healing tents. He gently put her down on the bed and shouted at the healers to take care of her. He stepped aside and let the healers do their work, his eyes never leaving her small body.
“You can go Prince Hvitserk, we will take care of her,” one of the healers assured him, but he didn’t move. He wanted to personally make sure, that she is OK. It seemed like he didn’t even care what is going on outside the tent. Amma lost her conscience couple times and then she fell asleep. When she woke up she was alone. Or at least she thought that she is alone until she heard angry voices yelling outside the tent.
“Where the hell have you been?” Ivar yelled at someone and she shivered.
“I just needed to make sure that she is OK, Ivar!” Hvitserk answered, his voice also full of anger.
“Who is she? Who are you hiding inside that tent?” Ivar asked again and tried to step inside the tent but Hvitserk stopped him.
“Don’t you dare to go inside, don’t you dare to go anywhere near her!” he shouted, obviously trying to stop his brother to go anywhere near Amma.
“Listen to me Ivar, I care about this girl, she is the reason why I am still alive. She helped me to survive my darkest days and without her I would never be able to make it to the woods where you found me. I owe her my life! So listen to me very carefully little brother! If anything wrong going to happen to her by your hand , I will hunt you down and blood eagle you on the nearest tree, letting you there as a feast for the crows, do you understand me!!!” he growled the last words. She couldn’t hear Ivar’s answer, but it seemed like he simply nodded, surprised by his brother's sudden burst of protective words. Amma didn’t have time to think about everything she just overheard, because Hvitserk stepped inside the tent and rushed to her, when he noticed that she is awake.
“How do you feel Amma?” he asked her, obviously worried if she is OK.
“Tired, but happy that I didn’t enter Valhalla today,” she said with light smile and couldn’t take her eyes from his face. She only knew the addicted version of him, and his sober face was much more beautiful and lovable.
“Why are you staring at me?” he laughed and gently tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.
“You are so handsome, when you are sober,” she blurted and quickly covered her mouth with her injured hand, wincing in pain.
“I am so sorry, prince Hvitserk,” she mumbled but he took her hand gently into his and smiled at her bitterly.
“My dear Amma, you have every right to tell me the truth into my eyes. You saw me at my lowest point and you didn’t abandon me in those terrible dark times. You were the only light and warmth that kept me alive those days. But I wasn’t aware of it back then. I pushed you away, I yelled at you, I called you names, I refused your help and continued my road to my own destruction. But when Björn kicked me out of Kattegat and when the drugs got out of my system, I started seeing things clearly. I remembered everything. I remembered your encouraging words, telling me, that I can get through the darkness surrounding me, your sweet voice telling me that you believe in me, that you believe I can become the man who I used to be. It was you who made sure that I ate a warm meal every day, it was you, who helped me to lie down on bed and take off my clothes and shoes when I was too drunk to do it on my own. It was you, who was holding me when the nightmares and hallucinations surrounded me in the middle of the night or day. And most importantly, it was you who gave me warms clothes, food and weapon when my own family abandoned me and let me die in the woods. I will never forget that, my sweet, little, caring Amma. I was thinking about you a lot when I was in Kyiv. I was wondering what you were doing. I was worried If Björn hadn’t found out that you helped me and punished you for it. I was wondering if you are still single or if you found a fine man and gave him your heart,” he finally looked at her after his long speech, his eyes full of tears, guilt and love. He left her speechless, but she couldn’t say a word even if she could because he quickly continued.
“Amma, I know that I wasn’t very kind to you. You witnessed the worst in me and you stayed by my side the whole time. I would love to show you my better side. I would like to show you the real Hvitserk, son of the great Ragnar Lothbrok. I would love to give you all my love and respect. I would love to cherish you, protect you and take care of you until my last breath. If you let me, my little sweet, courageous shield-maiden,” he smiled nervously and looked at her with so much hope in his beautiful green eyes that all she could do was nod her head and smile kindly at him. She was overwhelmed by his unexpected confession and by her own feelings, because she realized, that she was in love with him for a very long time and that she could be never happy without him. Hvitserk’s face lit with the brightest smile she has ever seen on it and gently kissed her forehead.
Oleg the Prophet lost the battle and they had to retreat back to Kyiv and Amma didn’t have to think twice about it and left with them, never leaving Hvitserk’s side. She helped Ivar, Katia and Hvitserk to get Igor out of Kyiv and then she came back to Kattegat with the brothers. She didn’t expect warm welcome, especially when she heard that Gunnhild died. And she was right, people were hostile to her, because they saw her as a traitor. She wasn’t son of Ragnar so people of Kattegat did not forgive her so easily. So when Hvitserk told her that he would like to go with Ivar and Harald to go raiding in Anglia and to defeat young king Alfred, she didn’t hesitate and left Kattegat with both brothers. She was excited about the new adventure and about the new lands, but nothing went as they planned. Alfred won the battle and Ivar was stabbed to death and Hvitserk was seriously injured. They were both standing above Ivar’s grave, Amma was silent and let Hvitserk “speak” with his little brother for the last time.
“You don't know this, but you saved my life so many times. And one day, when we meet again, I can thank you. After all, one way or the other, none of us really lived a simple or ordinary life. And who wants to live an ordinary life? So enjoy Valhalla, brother, while it still exists. We can all see the sky darkening. We can all see the Twilight of the Gods. And I trust to be with you in that great defeat. So, hail and farewell, my brother. I wish I had something important to leave on your grave, but I sold my arm-ring to the drug dealer,” Hvitserk ended his speech sadly and Amma quickly started rummaging in her bag. She quietly walked to Hvitserk and put her small hand on his strong shoulder. He looked at her sadly and she took his hand and put something shining into it.
“What is that?” he asked and looked at her in disbelieve.
“It’s your arm-ring, my love. I bought it back from the drug dealer. One night I noticed that you no are longer wearing it and I asked you about it. You told me, that you sold it and I went back there and bought it back from that dirty scumbag. I thought that you would like it back one day,” she said softly and gave him a small sad smile. Hvitserk gaped at her, lost for words, feeling another wave of strong love for this little woman. He kissed her hand lovingly, unable to say anything, overwhelmed by his love for her and great sadness of losing his beloved brother.
1 year later
Hvitserk was coming back from one of the successful raids in East Anglia. After Ivar’s funeral he and Amma managed to escape from Alfred and they found safe haven in small kingdom whose king was Ragnar’s old ally and he welcomed his son with open arms. Hvitserk never wanted to be king and rule over lands or to be the most famous Viking who ever lived like Ivar. He wanted to find new lands like Björn when he was younger, but it didn’t interest him anymore. He didn’t want to be a farmer and settler like Ubbe. He wanted a simple Viking life. He wanted to raid, enjoy the rush of a battle, defeat his enemies, gain new lands for his king and after the successful raid go back to his home and find a loving woman inside, waiting for his arrival. He opened the wooden door of his house and smiled happily when Amma jump on her feet, rushing to him as fast as the huge belly allowed her to.
“Hello, my love. How was the raid?” she asked him after she welcomed him with a long tender kiss.
“Successful, the slaves will bring my share tomorrow. But tell me, how is my little boy doing?” he asked lovingly and gently stroked her belly.
“He was a good little boy, but he is like his father, always hungry. I ate almost everything I found here,” she pouted and Hvitserk chuckled happily.
“Ok, give me few minutes and I will get you more food from the market,” he winked at her, ready to rush out and buy some food and quickly return back home to her.
“No need to rush, my love. Me and little Ivar will wait for you here,” she said softly and he looked at her surprised.
“You want to name him Ivar?” he asked her with trembling voice, clearly moved by her suggestion.
“If you agree, it would be an honor for our son to be named after his fearless, strong, intelligent uncle, who meant so much for his father,” she said and Hvitserk quickly walked to her and kissed her lovingly, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.
“I love you so much Amma,” he confessed.
“I love you too, my sweet Hvitserk,” she smiled happily and her stomach made a loud noise.
“Alright, alright, I am going for the food, don’t worry son,” Hvitserk chuckled and left the cabin, happier than any of his family members were in long decades.
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39. do you have a nickname? what is it?
I have indeed some nicknames! My online name is Bryn, which is not my real name, but I just feel more comfortable posting and publishing shit without my real name on it.
Over the time I had three names as a content creator. First was Irene, after Irene Adler, second was Dahlia, or better known as DarkDreamingDahlia, it was a wordplay on BlackDahlia and DarkDreamingDexter, but I never did gore and after a while it didn’t fit my theme and so I became Bryn... BrynTheBeatnik on most sides. I read too much beat literature and prosa and I smoke and I wear turtlenecks and barets... so here we are.
Actually my name is Michelle. Because I couldn’t write it proper, when I started writing, I just wrote Mimi, this became Miki after a while and for a long time most of my friends and family call me that. My newst friends just call me Michelle now. It’s so funny, they get confused everytime, my old nickname is mentioned, because my old friends never changed that.
My ex used to call me Shelly, but that felt weird and I wouldn’t like it, if somebody else would call me that. My mom calls me expensive child or mice... I swear it sounds cuter in russian. My dad calls me libin or bibin, depending on the mood. He made up those words and they have no clear meaning, but as far as my siblings and me figured it out, bib means child, lib means nice and the -in is a diminutive. Don’t worry, he speaks normal, but sometimes he gives things new words, when he feels like it. AND... to my shame, I use this words as well, because once you heard them, they never leave your head.
Names are incredibly interesting and my former russian teacher, Oleg (we had to learn how to prononce his name in the first lesson) told us, that in russia there is the common belief, that hearing your name is like honey for your ego. It makes the person saying it more sympathic. I still think about that a lot.
It’s funny tho, because I am a german citizen, with russian and latvian heritage and a french name. I found that out recently. The spelling of my last name is a little strange, but aparently it’s a river in France and well... my first name Michelle and also my second name Lorette is also french, because my mom loves France and the french language.
88. do you like it when people play with your hair?
Sure, I do! I try to not cut my hair for a while, because I want to have long hair again and I love to play with it, after it’s clean. It’s so silky now and I love it! I even go to my friend and be like “Touch my hair! It’s soft, right?” But I also play with other peoples hair a lot. Especially with short hair!
Thanks for these questions! I loved to answer them, it just took me a while!
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