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[mermaidgirl30]

✨Stay in the Light✨

A/N: I’ve been wanting to do a one shot based off the song “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron for a while, and I finally got some inspiration yesterday to write this little piece. Hope you like it 🩵 Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for being my beta reader before I decided to release this out to the world 💕

Summary: Joel gets injured after a raider attack, and he’s wishing he could’ve told you all the feelings he held back from you for so long

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Tags: Outbreak! Joel, Jackson! Joel, blood, angst, comfort, feelings, regrets, in both reader and Joel’s POV, no deaths, fluff (I am bad at tags, so let me know if I should add anything)

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

“When the night was full of terrors, and your eyes were filled with tears. When you had not touched me yet. Oh, take me back to the night we met”

- “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron

The ground is cold, wet, unwelcoming with a thick puddle of crimson blood pooling beneath his worn green flannel. Large flecks of powdered snow lace through his grey threaded curls that stick to his sweaty forehead. His vision blurs, going in and out in waves as pain takes hold of his insides. He can hear Tommy screaming in the near distance, his deep voice sounding like it’s washed out beneath a wave of deep water. He can barely register it, barely hear anything, but what he does see is a bright light, an angel in disguise. He sees you.

You. The girl he should’ve been more careful with. Your feelings, your heart, your everything. He was such an asshole ever since the first day you came walking through the front gates of Jackson. He should’ve been nicer, shouldn’t have yelled at you over petty things that were his doing and shouldn’t have thrown insults your way when you were just trying to help on every patrol you were assigned to with him.

Maybe if he would’ve been fucking nicer then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. A clean gunshot to the abdomen, now bleeding out on the thick white snow beneath him. Raiders. He wasn’t being careful, wasn’t paying attention. No, he was fucking fixed on arguing with you. Maybe he deserves it, maybe if he wasn’t such a grouch all the time then maybe none of this would’ve fucking happened. He sure as hell doesn’t deserve you. Warm, bright, gentle, kind. He was none of those things, so why the fuck were you still sitting here with him, keeping him from slipping into the thick fog of darkness?

“Joel! Stay with me, okay? Stay with me.” Your voice is so adamant, so terrified, so hurt. And it fucking kills him, destroys him. “Tommy! Help him!”

Joel sees the gathering tears that burn through your beautiful eyes, sees the absolute horror that’s coated through your knit together eyebrows, sees the pain of holding it all together just like you always do. Always so brave. His brave girl…. NO. You’re not his to keep, not his to hold, not his to tell everything’s going to be alright. You weren’t his and never would be. Not after the way he’s treated you.

He wishes you were his, but you’re not, and it’s his own damn fault for being so reckless. He should’ve been softer, more kind, like you. He should’ve done so many things, should’ve told you just how he felt. How much he likes you, how much he…

He winces in pain as Tommy presses down on the open wound, barely holding himself together to even keep his eyes open, but he fights. He fights for you. The girl he so desperately fell in love with over the last year, the girl he wished he treated differently. He should’ve fucking told you, but now it’s too late. It’s all too late.

“Hey, hey. Joel, look at me. Look at me!” You grab the sides of his face, sink your delicate fingers into the scruff of his greying beard, and cling to him just enough to where maybe he won’t slip through your fingers. You can’t lose him, you can’t.

“Joel, open your eyes. Please, keep them open for me.” You shake his head lightly, kneel over him and let your hair fall in a heap at your side as you pray for one more day with him. “Joel…”

Your voice is so sad, so desperate as you call out for him. He sees your face blur in his spotty vision, sees the glistening tears start to spill down your face. So he reaches up, musters up enough strength to wipe away the falling tears that stain your beautiful face. He thinks you’re so gorgeous, always has. Ever since you walked into his life, he knew. He knew he’d fall, and that’s why he pushed away so strongly. He didn’t want to lose you, he never wanted to. But now you were the one losing him…

He holds the side of your face for just a few more seconds, just enough to finally know he got you, some part of you, if only for a minute. And that was enough for him. At least he knew what it was like to feel your soft skin slipping under the weight of his calloused fingers. That moment alone was all he wanted.

He starts to close his eyes, starts to fade away into the midst of darkness and silence, but he hears you plead to stay in the light. “Stay in the light, Joel. Stay with me. Stay,” you beg. And he carries those words into the darkness with him. And then there’s nothing but the fading words of a promise he never could keep.

Stay in the light.

He awakes slowly, hearing the buzzing sound of some medical machine he doesn’t know the name of. Slowly but surely his eyes open as the harsh light from the blinding window slips against the warm sheets of the sterile bed. It takes him a second to come to himself, to know he’s not dead.

He looks cautiously down at his exposed torso, finding the tight bandage wrapped around his wound. It’s clean, mended to, but the pain burns through his body. Every breath he breathes feels like fire in his lungs, but at least he knows he’s alive.

He feels warmth sliding through his fingertips, feels comfort bubble over his entirety. He wonders what it is, wonders what thing could ever bring him comfort until he slowly turns his head and sees you sitting there on the edge of the bed, fingers laced through his while your thumb gently glides side to side in slow circles on the back of his rough hand.

His eyes go wide, eyebrows knit together as he stares wondrously at the girl he’s been pining over since the day he locked eyes on you. You look so goddamn beautiful there with your fingers threaded through his. He can feel it deep in his gut, that fluttering feeling he’s always tried so hard to push back down, but this time he can’t. He won’t. He can’t ignore the voices anymore that scream your name every single night he’s in between his sheets, wishing he could just have a chance to hold you, to feel you pressed against his firm chest. And maybe he would. One day. Maybe he still had time to make you his.

You hear a faint rustling sound in the sheets and turn your face slightly to the left, expecting it to only be your vivid imagination. Your jaw drops suddenly and your eyes go wide the moment you see Joel awake, breathing, alive.

“Joel!” You turn frantically and crowd his body, locking your arms tight around the back of his neck as you inhale his deep mahogany and pine cone scent.

“Ouch, take it easy!” Joel pants out as you jump back, realizing you might’ve hurt him with your body weight.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” you ask as you assess his wound, running your fingers lightly over the bandaged area. He winces a little as you smooth out the edges, but he just hums in response.

“I’m fine. Jus’ calm down, will ya?”

You gently smile at him and brace your hands on the fitted sheets, just barely grazing your skin over his warm, sweaty body. Your eyes scan over his bare chest as you take in the coarse hair that covers his broad chest, watching the way the cool sweat glazes over tanned skin. You think he looks so beautiful, even after a gunshot wound. You’ve never seen him bare chested, and it surprises you what it makes you feel inside. Warmth.

“You came back to the light,” you whisper out, grazing your fingertips across the back of his hand as he stares wide-eyed at you, honey eyes so intense that you swear they’re about to split you in half. “I was so scared, Joel. You scared me half to death!”

He just watches you, eyes wading into yours like a violent tidepool about to drag you into the crashing waves, but there’s a fondness to them, a slight gleam in his eyes as he assesses you. Slow, curious, eyes that look like they might shed a tear.

“You… you saved my life today.” His tone is somber, his honey eyes wild as you see tears lick the surface, but he won’t dare shed them. Not in front of you. That’d be too vulnerable.

“Mhm. If Tommy wasn’t there, I don’t know how I would’ve ever gotten you up on that saddle alone. But we did it. We made it in time. I was so scared we were too late. You weren’t… you weren’t really breathing. Even the doctor was worried you wouldn’t make it. You’re a… well, a miracle.”

His face turns pale, lips parted solemnly as he breathes and lets oxygen back into his tired lungs. “Why did you save me?”

His words surprise you as you furrow your eyebrows and shift your weight slightly on the bed so you’re facing him. “What do you mean?” Your words come out shaky, appalled. What did he mean why did you save him?

“Why did you save me?” His honey eyes bore into yours, fingers flexing around the white sheets as he just stares with flared nostrils.

You place a hand gently on top of his warm hand as he tries to pull away, but you don’t let him. “Because I think you’re worth saving.”

His plush lips tremble, his eyes blowing wide as he takes in your quiet words. He looks like he wants to say something, looks like he’s fighting with himself in his mind, but he just stares unblinking, taking in the soft way you look at him.

Finally, he clears his deep voice and rasps out a response. “I’m not worth saving.” His eyes look so sad, defeated, and you wish you could take away all his pain. Physical and emotional, you’d take it all on if it meant he could have one single day where he didn’t wear the weight of the entire world on his tired back.

You lean forward as you hear the creak of the old bed and place your hand gently on his bare chest, feeling the bristles of coarse dark hair running down his tanned skin. “I think you are, Joel.”

He gulps, arms fidgeting beneath you as you see him fight with himself, battling the demons of reaching out or letting you slip through his grasp. He finally finds the courage to slowly, steadily crawl his hand up the side of his chest, then ever so softly places it on top of yours.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bein’ a jerk to you the past year. I was a real asshole, and there’s no excuse for the way I treated you. I think about it every single night, think about how I should’ve done better, how I should’ve tried harder because I… I…” Joel winces in pain as he tries to sit up, but you push him back down easily and try to get him to stay still.

“Hey, careful there. It’s okay, Joel. It’s…”

“No, please let me finish.” You nod your head and he continues with a low grunt through gritted teeth. “I should’ve been nicer to you. And I want to apologize for everything I’ve ever done, every hurtful thing I’ve ever said to you. I didn’t mean it, not really. I’ve jus’… I’ve been goin’ through a lot, but that’s no excuse. Because I should’ve told you how I felt about you, not pushed you away. You see, the thing is… well, thing is I like you, darlin’. A lot. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful and those eyes, that smile. I…”

You cut him off as you lean forward and crash your lips into his, letting his warmth overwhelm you as you slip into him. His tongue tastes like coffee, his skin smells of freshly cut firewood, and he feels so good in the palm of your hand. He surrounds you in something like warmth, ecstasy, something you’ve wanted to feel for so long. He glides his thick fingers through your hair and pulls you closer as he gets lost in you, overwhelming your senses until all you can smell, hear, feel is him. It feels so right, this feels right. You almost forget he’s injured until he grunts and shifts his weight to the right.

You quickly let go of the kiss and lean back, assessing if he’s alright, but he’s smiling. Warm, bright, glowing. You’ve never seen him like this, like he’s the happiest man in the world. It’s that twinkle in his chocolate irises that gets you, and you finally know that this is where you belong. In Jackson, with him.

He guides a strand of hair behind your ear and cups the side of your face as his warm, calloused thumb grazes gently across your cheekbone. “You kept me in the light, sweetheart. You’re exactly what I needed all along, I jus’ wish I didn’t wait so long to find the light.”

You sigh and smile. “It’s okay, Joel. You found it. You found me.”

“You gonna keep the light on for me, sweetheart?”

“Forever, if you want me to.”

He pulls you back in and grazes lightly over your lips as he whispers out, “Forever it is.”

Tagging some friends who might be interested 💛 @sawymredfox @burntheedges @littlevenicebitch69 @keylimebeag @vivian-pascal @rav3n-pascal22 @princesatracionera @bbyanarchist @amyispxnk @pedrostories @syd-djarin @msjarvis @untamedheart81 @survivingandenduring

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel x female reader #joel miller pedro pascal #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel x f!reader #post outbreak joel #outbreak!joel #jackson!joel

[wosoluver]

To undo a mistake

Part 13/? - previous - next

Lena x Bayern Player!reader

Lena's pov

I couldn't get it of my mind. From the moment those words came out of her mouth. Goodnight schatz. Even if she only let it out while slightly drunk. And the end of the day, it's always the same question. What we say while drunk, should count as nothing or should it count double?

In anyway it felt so sweet hearing that once again. And in the morning while catching the plane, it was everything we had shared that lulled me into sleep.

Summer break had finally came. And I started the process of moving to Munich. I would stay at Lea's while I went apartment hunting.

Tonight we were going clubbing. The girls had organized everything, apparently my job was to just show up at Klara's for a pre game.

When Lea and I went into the apartment, there was a big welcome home sign.

"This is so cheesy. But thank you guys."

As I hugged everyone, couldn't help but notice Y/N wasn't there. And Syd had noticed.

"She'll meet us at the club with the others. Now how about we do a round of shots to get the party started?"

Arriving at our booth at the club, I had instantly let my smile grow at the sight of her.

"Hey, welcome! Sorry I couldn't be at Klara's, I had to pick Ana up." - She gave me a awkward hug, just like the last time we'd seen each other.

Funny enough, I hadn't noticed the girl next to her, until she brought up her name.

"Good to see you." - I tried to say it in the most friendly way I could manage, while greeting Ana.

"You too." - She said with a tight lip smile.

Despite being seated next to her most of the night we had barely talked. And then she had decided to go to the dance floor.

Which is where we stood now.

Me sitting down, drinking up, while she was up on the dance floor, dancing against someone else.

The sight of her dancing with anyone was enough to make me red. But the fact she was once again with Ana made me boil.

"Hey don't look so grim, this whole thing is for you!

I know the reason behind that face, and all I can say is go for it. But without causing a mess, please." - Said the older woman.

But once again I only followed half of the advice.

Getting to her through the small crowd was the hard part.

At least it's what it felt like after a couple drinks. She had her back turned, so as I came close I put a hand on her hip.

"Hey, it's just me." - I said into her ear as I noticed I made her jump. But she only gave my hand a squeeze not even turning.

readers pov

I was just fixed on enjoying myself, until I noticed Ana had stopped dancing.

"I'm going to rest a little." - She said as she left for the booth.

Finally turning to face Lena. Her checks were already tinted from the heat and the drinks.

"I don't like the way she thinks you belong to her." - She said into my ears.

"No need to be jealous." - to say I was a little devilish when drunk, was a fair statement. - "I can be friends with everyone."

"Friends huh?"

"Can we do a chugging contest like we always used to?"

"Only if your ready to lose."

"You wish, let's go."

I pulled her through the crowd, straight pass the booth and into the bar area.

"Ready?" she asked and I only nodded. "Go."

"How does it feel to be proved wrong?" - I asked as I finished my beer.

"Quite nice actually." - by now she had a stupid smile on her face. - "I'm ordering something else. Want anything?"

"I'll share with you." - I said without even asking her if she was okay with that. It was just automatic, like the feelings the two of you shared. It was automatic, every time you were around each other they would just resurface.

You guys finished the liquid before heading back to dance some more. But this time Lena had all your attention to herself. And it was good while it lasted.

"Ouch my feet hurt."

"That's why I never wear heels."

You were already pouting at her.

"Fine, let's get you home."

You stopped by the table to say your goodbyes, and let everyone know you were leaving.

"I'm taking this one home." - At this point yes you were both drunk, but it was easy to tell you were a little more intoxicated than her.

"You can't drive!"

"'m not planning on it. We're ubering. Just want to make sure she gets home safely."

"Here's my car keys. Please don't crash it! Ana are you getting a ride with the girls?" - You spat everything out without even taking a pause.

Lena was desperately looking at the girls so one of them would take charge. She deserved this win, and they all knew it. You would never leave Ana if it meant she would have to go home alone.

"I'll take her home. I've barely had anything to drink." - One of them said grabbing your keys, much to Lena's relief.

#woso x reader #lena oberdorf x reader #lena oberdorf #dfb frauen #fc bayern frauen

[kangaracha]

skz + losing 3racha

(this is actually written by @keepswingin, who found out i was saving this for a nevermore oneshot and said 'not if i write it first' and kicked me out of my own house)

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The door creaks as he pushes it open, the room beyond dark and unwelcoming in a way it's never been before. Minho's not used to this - the quiet, the lack of unopened snacks sprawled throughout the room, the absence of clothes, of beanies, of half-finished verses scribbled hastily on scraps of paper or napkin or an old thank you card from a sponsor. 

The room used to be alive with his memory. Now it just sits, a void of their own making, because attempting to do anything otherwise was something Minho couldn't bring himself to do. Not then, not after, and certainly not now, even if it was the company forcing him to be in here after threatening of doing it themselves. And Minho would never let them do something like this themselves. Not now, not ever, not when it was something that concerned Jisung of all people. 

"Is this it?" she asks, attempting to peer over his shoulder. She's a ball of energy wrapped with anxiety, he could tell from the moment he met her, and he had hated it. Hated how it reminded him of Jisung, hated how it reminded him that the world around him would keep spinning even if his own had stopped still. 

"Yes," he whispers, willing his voice to stay steady. 

He takes a step inside, and can't stop his chest from hitching, the soft exhale that leaves him breathless. The bed is made, stripped of old sheets. The shelves are empty, the desk pushed into the biggest corner wiped clean and prepared with a brand new laptop sitting on top. 

She brushes past him gently and comes to a stop in the middle of the room, eyes flickering across what awaits her. Her hands squeeze into fists beside her, and Minho hears her chest hitch too, but when she turns to him, there is nothing but excitement glittering in her eyes. 

"Thank you," she says, even taking the time to bow. Minho can't bring himself to react, at least not when he's frozen like this, unable to form anything close to words as the odd feeling in his chest tightens more. "I'm so grateful your company is providing me with this opportunity, and that you guys are being so welcoming." 

She watches him for a long moment, and if she's waiting for Minho to say something, he can't, he can't, not when he's in Jisung's room with someone else and Jisung hasn't been here in months, and the last thing Minho ever said to him was something he never should have said at all, and then he was gone, they were all gone, and Minho and the rest of them were - 

"Minho-ssi?"

- left behind.

Minho blinks. He feels like he wants to scream, or cry, or not speak for a long while. "I'm sorry," he whispers, turning towards the door. "Please let us know if you need anything." He closes the door behind him just breathes a for a moment, before pressing his forehead to the wood and closing his eyes. 

He can pretend that it's Jisung shuffling around inside if he closes his eyes.

o

The room is a mess of wires and cameras as he sits off to the side in a lonesome chair, allowing a crew member of the channel they're interviewing for to clip a microphone onto the collar of his shirt. The man doesn't say much as he does, and Minho doesn't really pay attention as he leaves, his mind beginning to drift as he watches someone else struggle with fixing Seungmin's shirt in front of him.

He gets lost in a mind a lot these days, and sometimes he doesn't even realize he's lost until one of the members is gently tugging his attention back to the present, a soft look here, a gentle touch there. Too nice, for someone like Minho, who is the barbed wire thrown over a fence long forgotten. Sharp edges and a sharper tounge, once upon a time. Now, he feels like something lost in the wind, far from home. 

"Okay, we're ready to start!" The director announces, walking into the middle of the set and clapping his hands together. "I'd like to go over a few things before we begin." 

And then he waits, eyes scanning the room, like he's looking for someone in particular. He is, because he wants the leader of the group, the one in charge of Stray Kids as a whole, and Minho doesn't realize that he's talking about him until Hyunjin is beside him and gently tugging him up from the chair. 

Minho turns to him, something hot prickling in his throat. He would spit an insult, before. Now, he simply presses his lips together and allows Hyunjin to walk him over to the director with a stiff smile. 

The director waits patiently as Hyunjin apologizes on Minho's behalf, and then the older man launches into what he expects from the shoot, among some other things. Minho doesn't really listen, simply nodding his head when needed. 

He forgets to speak up, sometimes. When they're filming or out at an event that is mostly spoken in a different language he doesn't care about enough to learn. But he's had to learn, and he's had to lead, and none of it ever makes sense in his head because all he wants to do is lock himself in Jisung's room and never come back out. 

Sometimes he even goes as far as pretending that Chan is still around, only for that cavern in his chest to grow wider when he turns and finds he was never there to begin with. 

"What do you think?" the director asks, curious tone cutting through Minho's thoughts. "You know your group best." 

This isn't my group, he nearly corrects, mouth forming Chan's name like second nature. But Chan isn't here, and Chan isn't the leader of Stray Kids anymore. Lee Minho is the one in charge of the five original members, and the three new ones. 

("To keep the name relevant," a higher up had said to Minho as soon as he had asked about two girls joining with only one new boy, instead of keeping them as an all boy group. "Sales are down, and the media has finally stopped talking about the other three. We need to send a positive message of acceptance in these trying times.")

There's a rope cutting into his chest. He can't breathe. Hyunjin squeezes his shoulder, thumb pressing against his skin hard enough to hurt. It keeps him from crying. He's thankful he doesn't cry. He's not supposed to cry. 

Chan was never supposed to leave. 

"Whatever you think works best."

o

The studio is cold and bare of the energy it used to have when Changbin would be there alongside the other two, spitting curses or lyrics or swatting at whoever had decided to make fun of him in the moment. Now it's home to a revolving door of producers that Minho never likes. 

Some bring lyrics that are too disconnected for singles. Others merely want to pander to the girls, offering them notes that Seungmin and Jeongin were more than capable of nailing themselves. The b-sides don't flow like they used to, and far too many of them are disjointed and heavy in rapping that's too heavy for songs meant to be light. 

The chorography is the only thing that stays the same after all this time, the one thing Minho can still throw himself into without having to think. He's given Hyunjin and Felix more work to do in having to train two girls with left feet, though the new guy wasn't too bad, but they never complained. 

"Good," this producer tells him, waving a hand with a small smile. "That's all your lines." 

Minho wants to say something, anything. He wants to record the whole thing, strain his letters less, hit that note like how he should be able to. But the words well up in his throat, and nothing comes out. 

He nods, and murmurs his thanks as he pulls the headset off. 

The booth is too quiet. The producer is too quiet. 

Everything is too quiet without a voice to tie all of it together. 

o

He stands on the bridge and watches the boats as they pass underneath him, the wind stinging at his cheeks. Every breath fills his chest with cold air, and it keeps him here, and awake, and alive, as he watches the lights of the city blink and flicker in the distance. 

Minho had brought Jisung here, years ago. They had talked for hours, standing on the edge of the universe, even if it was nothing more than the pathway of a bridge. He had smiled so much that his cheeks had hurt, and Jisung's laughter had been the sweetest thing he had ever heard. Minho had hugged him - pulled him close and buried his face in the crook of his neck, stayed there until forever was something he thought possible. 

"I'll never forget you," he whispers against the next breeze, hoping it will carry his words to wherever they were, wherever Jisung was. "I don't think I ever could." An exhale that rattles his bones. "I don't want to." 

He closes his eyes. Listens to the wind, and the waves, and the beat of his own heart. 

Something warm wraps around him, squeezing him tight. It feels like someone he knows. He doesn't open his eyes, afraid to shatter whatever illusion his mind has created this time. And then a hitch of breath, and a small, raspy voice, whispering close to his ear. 

"You don't have to." 

#stray kids #skz #lee know #minho #lee minho #skz imagine #stray kids imagine #lee know imagine #minho imagine #lee minho imagine #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #lee know imagines #minho imagines #lee minho imagines #roo writes #the urge to make this a full smau #someone hold me back tie me to a chair #queenmaker but make it DEVASTATING THE WHOLE TIME #like seriously this has brainworms in it #i had to call keeps a genius and i don't like it #i'm the only one allowed to have good ideas on this blog #but you know SOME people can't be controlled #anyway just fucking #imagine #this #fic #as an #smau #gen fic?

[im-getting-help]

okay, but what if:

"and then he said 'doesn't this proves how much of a good friend i am?' it was fucking insane!"

"I don't want to tell you I told you so, but..."

"Farleigh shut-"

"I don't think I will Felix. I told you since the beginning that little goblin was dangerous and you didn't listen, so, I don't think I'll shut up ever again."

Felix sighed, his fingers combed through his hair for the hundredth time since he began the story, his signet ring reflected the sunlight every time he fixed his bangs. "He's not... dangerous. He's... he's insane but he's not dangerous."

"Yeah right. You can't be serious." Farleigh shaked his head and chuckled, but Felix wasn't laughing. "Felix, you can't be serious."

Felix remained silent, he refused to meet his eyes.

"Are you thinking about forgiven him?"

Felix shrugd, a small movement, almost as he didn't want to acknowledge what was being said.

He knew that it wasn't the smartest move on his part, there was no valid justification, no a single thing could explain why he did what he did, but Felix wanted so badly to forgive, to forget. The memories of that night kept repeating, his brain replaying them like a movie and he was unable to look away, no matter how much it scared him. He felt stuck, fixed in a moment. Something about the way Oliver pleaded, the way he cried, the way he hold onto him, he couldn't take the image of Oliver's eyes filled with tears, real tears.

That wasn't an act, he was sure of it, it was nothing that he ever seen Oliver did before, he was desperate. That right there was truly Oliver Quick, and he didn't want to let go, he couldn't.

"I think he needs help. I don't think he's a bad person, and he isn't dangerous. He said that I was his only friend..."

Farleigh got up from the couch, patting his pockets to feel for the pack of cigarettes, his hands trembled slightly, although he was sure Felix wouldn't notice.

"You can't smoke in here Farls, mommy is going to end you if she finds out."

"I know, I'm going outside." He retrieved the lighter from his right pocket and the cigarettes from his left while he stride to the entrance of the long gallery. He always hated that rule, "it could ruin the old folios and paintings" said uncle James, even though they could smoke in every other room, as if they didn't have relics or expensive paintings in there too. Right now though, he couldn't be more thankful to find an excuse to leave this conversation.

"Farleigh..."

"I need a smoke, Felix. Let's take a break, you can keep telling me about Ollie-dear later, yeah?"

Felix was already behind him, with the rush Farleigh didn't even hear him get up. He felt one of Felix's heavy hands on his shoulder and even though his sweater was making him sweat he shivered. Felix's movements were slow and gentle, he was never an aggressive person yet Farleigh felt his feet stuck to the floor, he looked at his hands still shaking.

"Farleigh, I need you to promise me that you're not going to tell anyone about this, about Oliver."

"Yeah, of course. I don't think auntie would be to pleased to hear about it anyways."

Felix grip tighten a little as he turned Farleigh around. Being face to face with Felix this way made Farleigh remembered his mother, how she teach him about boundaries and limits. They used to spent the afternoon sharing a cup of tea, the only british custom she maintained. "If you don't feel comfortable with someone you can put distance, you have to. If you feel uncomfortable or uncertain about a situation or a person you can and should stay away".

"I mean it, I need to know that you won't tell anyone about Oliver. No mom or Venetia or I don't know India or Jackson, no one. Not one person Farleigh."

"I promise Felix. I don't want anything to do with it anyways. If I can stay away from Oliver Quick believe me, I will."

"You make it sound like he tried to kill you Farls." Felix scoffed.

"Yeah, well, you know me, I like to dramatize."

Felix had his eyes fixed on Farleigh, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Can I go now?"

"You won't tell anyone?"

Farleigh sighed heavily. He was scared for his cousin, he was scared for his family. Oliver wasn't only dangerous, he seemed to be completely demented, passed the point of reason. He was scared that Felix ended up really hurt because of him.

He was no stranger to Oliver's outbursts, but he was also very, very tired. He'd been tired of cleaning Felix's messes for a long time. He was tired of dealing with ex-friends and ex-girlfriends and ex-whatevers, dealing people who got hurt by Felix's carelessness, by his indifference. He used to scold Felix, telling him to be more careful with his relationships. How funny it is that he found the worst person in all England to take interest in? Farleigh wanted scream, he wanted to slap some reason into him but he knew that no matter what he did or what he said Felix had already made his mind. He was a big boy now anyways, he could take care of himself.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Felix. I don't think I know an Oliver Quick. Now, can you please let go?"

Felix hand fell to his side, his lips curled up in an attempt at smiling. Farleigh could see the bags under his eyes, he hadn't been sleeping since the party.

"Thank you Farls, I knew you would understand"

Farleigh bit his cheek and nodded before quickly exiting the room, he strode towards the stairs to that led to the rooftop.

He realized he had to walk pass Oliver's room on the way to the stairs. He was surprised to find an open door when it finally reached the area, he wouldn't cross it of course, but he stood there, observing.

The interior showed a man profoundly asleep, snoring softly, black hair a mess. Farleigh lit his cigarette and observed Oliver, the open curtains let the midday sun in, the room was warm. Oliver looked so innocent like this, like a little boy. The antiseptic smell that lingered in the room and was the only thing that reminded him of the reality of who was the person behind the sleeping beauty facade.

Farleigh snickered and walked away, Oliver Quick wasn't his problem anymore.

#saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton #cattonquick #farleigh start #oliver x felix #saltburn posting #Give Farleigh a break plz

[bolithesenate]

Soap gets loose in the Temple, Dooku and Sifo have to go find him (with the help of Temple guard?) Master Komari's first lesson with her Orange One?? The story behind the adorable domestic blorbos picture????

"Cin!," the door to Cin Drallig's office got thrown open and a face he hadn't seen in a while appeared. "I need you to lend me a Guard uniform! Now!," Sifo-Dyas informed him, storming towards him.

"Is this a vision thing again?" Cin took a step back from the Seer. "Because Yan said I shouldn't encourage those."

Sifo-Dyas actually managed to look indignant at that comment. "It is not a vision thing, I'll have you know. Not that it's any of Doo's business anyways."

Well then.

"So what is this about?," Cin looked at the older Jedi, quipping his brows, "I would like to have an actual reason for letting you dress up as one of my guys, Sifo."

"...Do you have to?"

"The way you ask that makes the answer a definite yes." Crossing his arms, Cin tilted his head. "So, out with it."

Sifo-Dyas looked conflicted with a good minute. Then, very faintly from down the corridor, a crash could be heard. Followed by some sort of claxon starting to blare. The way the Seer immediately turned and paled at that, immediately told Cin there was something going on here.

"Sifo," he asked, "What was that?"

"Uhh," the Seer's gaze was still fixed to the open door.

Patience. Patience was a virtue. "Lemme rephrase the question: Was that the reason why you are asking for a Guard uniform?"

"Uhhhhhh..."

Well, that answered that. "Why was that the reason you need a Guard uniform?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!"

"Out with it, Dyas, or I'll toss you out." Not that he'd actually be able do that, Sifo-Dyas was a slippery as an eel when he wanted to be, but the threat was as good as a gesture as anything.

Luckily, the Seer cracked. Folding his hands in front of his face, he looked at Cin imploringly. "Please don't get mad," he said - and that was probably the worst way he could have started this negotiation, "But... remember that, uh, exotic animal in Yan's care that we should, technically, have relocated to another planet about a fortnight ago?"

Migraines. Migraines these idiots were causing him. Sorrows and migraines. Cin was going to go grey prematurely. "You mean the Serennian Force dragon??"

Sifo-Dyas made a pathetic little noise.

"That thing is barely fitting through the corridors anymore!!," Cin threw his arms out, "How-?!?"

Another crash, this time closer. Maybe there were some actual shouts now, too.

Sifo-Dyas in the meantime had returned to staring fixedly towards the direction of the clamor. A sudden calm seemed to have come over the man. "Do you think," his voice was all quiet and soft now, "It's already too late to discreetly get her back down to the lower levels without anyone noticing?" Then, he turned, looking at Cin like he was hoping for him to actually argue against that.

Cin wasn't going to.

Actually, Cin wasn't going to do anything anymore. Fuck this. He was gonna quit.

"Out." He said, pointing towards the door. "Out and get that Force-damned creature under control! Now."

"Soap isn't a crea-"

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ITS NAME! REMOVE IT FROM THE FUCKING TEMPLE ON THE FUCKING DENSELY POPULATED CITY PLANET!"

#soap + sifo + the temple guard???? #jess you are giving me IDEAS #gosh but now i'm also thinking about komari and obi again #pretty sure their first lesson would involve either knives or teeth #possibly both #random boli thoughts #me writing #cin drallig #sifo dyas #soap the tirra'taka #answering asks #star wars

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

hmmm. You know. I think Brain could’ve been really interesting as a disabled character

I’ve made a post before with the concept of him being visually impaired, and others in the khux community have thought about this kinda thing before with Brain (and other characters) too! With some thought, I think him having some type of physical disability could make sense in canon, and would have been really cool disabled keyblade wielder rep

Here we have this keyblade wielder who rarely ever summons his keyblade (by extension, being someone who doesn’t fight often, but can fight nevertheless since it’s practically required for anybody living in Daybreak Town) and isn’t questioned when he designates himself as the member of the group who stays in the base. He’s good with tech and crafting and research, yes. But maybe he also can’t be out in the field for too long, and feels more comfortable contributing where he can sit when he needs to and doesn’t need to exert too much physical effort on a day to day basis.

In fact, this is the guy who’s sitting down in like 75% of his cutscenes. This is the same guy whose walk animation tends to look a bit slower as well, like when he arrives at his seat at the same time as Ven even though Ven’s was farther away. Plus he’s the only one to hold onto the table as he takes a seat, maybe to steady himself (seen below)

This is the guy who says “Thought I’d be the last to arrive. Guess I’m not so lazy after all.” in one of his first scenes. With the lens of disability, I like to interpret that as him making an offhand joke or expressing a bit of self-deprecating humour for being physically slower in general, or both. And it’s quite interesting, because even though he says that, almost everything Brain does after this scene shows that he’s incredibly hardworking and determined. He doesn’t give himself enough credit, or he’s playing things close to the chest, or he’s matured into someone who strives to do better.

Maybe he has chronic pain. Maybe he’d be an ambulatory wheelchair user, and/or a cane user. Making all sorts of cool mechanical additions to them, and finding ways to make the Daybreak tower more accessible (he’s a big fan of the gear elevators!)

I dunno, I’m starting to ramble here. tl;dr I just think it would’ve been so awesome to have disabled rep with Brain, and in kh in general. If anything, khux allows us to say that keyblade wielders come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, and that should include disabled wielders as well

#khux #brain kh #my headcanons #we have vala and xigbar (visually impaired) but we should have more!! #please let me know if there’s anything I need to fix! I’m no expert on disability & would like this to be a respectful think piece #my posts #knight in gothic armour

[wardingshout]

Missing Link

#kingdom hearts #khml #brain #sigurd #the new little one #my art #I feel like I should let this lie a bit so I can actually take the time to fix my mistakes once they're clearer to me but I'm also. #I spent so long on this I just wanna.. lookie.... #THE WAY THIS GAME IS LIVING IN MY BRAIN WHEN IT'S NOT EVEN OUT YET... PLEASE I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT.... #I can't believe how much effort I put into smth for game that I barely know anything about yet Im. it's clown hours... #hm I forgot to adjust the colours to suit my laptop screen but I already fixed stuff after merging layers... next time... #can't figure out if my image quality is lower since I switched to csp and there's smth I should do about that or if I'm just imagining it.. #this is already so many tags but also. the new kid has 2 different white outfits in the trailer that switches between cuts and it caused me #so much pain... #also I commited an art crime and traced the outline of the castle and keyblade since they were just. meant to be vaguely in the back anyway

[badassindistress]

Psst hey #lesmisletters friends... Are you Sad about Fantine?

Don’t you wish she could be happy? Don’t you wish someone would punch Tholomyès in the face? Don’t you want to turn the narrative around before it gets (so so much) worse?

I do! So allow me to introduce you to:

~✨💖Fantine/Bahorel💖✨~

She needs a friend who’ll respect her, he’s ever ready to punch assholes in the face (for Justice) and Hugolian math sort of allows them to be in Paris at the same time. What more do you need? (For baby Cosette to get a happy healthy childhood growing up with her mother, that’s what we need).

Have some delightful fix-it-fics:

Liberty and Libertines by @amarguerite

Canon era | T | 3 | Bahorel/Fantine | 3k (unfinished but delightful)

Bahorel meets Fantine in 1816 and is conscious of two things: how much better it would be if Fantine was his mistress, and how much Tholomyès needs to be punched. Things change dramatically as a result. 

 Une Liaison Dangereuse by   @badassindistress (me)

1700s AU | G | Bahorel/Fantine | 13k (complete)

Felix Tholomyès, like any self-satisfied 18th century gentleman, thinks it only natural he hides his mistress away at his hunting lodge. Bahorel, who stumbles upon Fantine and her adorable daughter on his way home to see his family, disagrees entirely. He thinks Fantine should be free to make friends and enjoy herself, preferably far away from Tholomyès. Fantine just wants a safe place for her daughter to grow up and make friends. Cosette just wants to find worms with the chickens…

A mid-1700s adventure of wigs, silk dresses, respectful friendships and daring flights to freedom.

Under a Moonlit Sky by @badassindistress (me again)

Canon era | G | Bahorel/Fantine | 19k (complete)

The year is 1817. After Félix Tholomyès' little suprise, a despairing Fantine thinks she might go to her hometown of M-sur-M to find work. Instead, she decides to find Tholomyès and make him acknowledge Cosette. Enter a young man who would love to have an excuse to travel South (as far away from the law faculty as possible) and is uniquely suited to hunting down terrible men...

And lastly, some delightful art of the True OTP by @everyonewasabird

And another wonderful one on the same excellent theme by @pilferingapples (who opened my eyes to this excellent ship)

Enjoy!

EDIT: I found the other fic I was looking for:

Angels and Devils by Bobbiewickham

Canon era | G | Bahorel &Fantine |2k

Fantine goes out to a dance with Tholomyès, and meets an angry young man.

#les mis letters #FantineFanFest #fantine fic rec #self rec because i'm paddling this poolfloat gdammit #fix it fic #les mis fic rec #les mis daily #should be getting to the Suprise somewhere today #so i'm queueing this for my night #you're gonna need it #tholomyes/getting punched #there was also an historical pirate au but i'm afraid it's been taken down because the main story got published #i was so sure there was another canon era bahorel/fantine story in the same vein as liberty and libertines #but i cannot find it anywhere #i am trying to lure people into this pool noodle of a ship #is it working? #if you know of anything else for this ship please please let me knwo #a queue is very similar to a bumroll

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I have a question,

Does Dragon Conflict takes place before Storm Bringer?

Cause in Storm Bringer Chuuya's hair is a bit compared to Dragon Conflict

The 2nd I keep getting myself into in

Storm Bringer Dazai only wears the overcoat and no blazer underneath where in Dragon Conflict he wears a blazer

It gets confusing because did Chuuya cut his hair and regrow it or what 💀😭

Hello hello!

Dragon's Head Conflict takes place after Stormbringer! We know this because Chuuya can activate Corruption - which Verlaine unlocked by opening his gate, he has his signature hat - which belonged to Verlaine and allows him to control the opening of the gate, and Dazai is already friends with Odasaku - who meets him in the short light novel Day I Picked Up Dazai where Dazai proceeds to tell him about Chuuya and the fight against Guivre (it's referenced very offhandedly and not by name but... it's there). This heavily implies Dazai met Odasaku after Stormbringer as well.

About Dazai's outfit: he wears it blazer-less in Fifteen and Stormbringer and with a blazer in DHC and Dark Era like you said. I kind of wonder if maybe it's related in any way to him switching his pronoun from boku to watashi in Day I Picked Up Dazai... I'm still very much a beginner in my Japanese language learning so I can't verify this (feel free to factcheck me!) but the translator is popopretty so I trust her.

"TN: Dazai switches his pronoun from “boku” to “watashi” for the first time here. “Boku” is usually used by younger boys while “watashi” is more formal and neutral. It can be considered a sign of growth."

^Above from popopretty's translation of Day I Picked Up Dazai Side A; here's the link -> she/her | fangirl | hikikomori (tumblr.com)

So I wonder if part of the reason for the change in outfits is to look a little more formal and mature on his part? That's just speculation though.

But yeah, it's certain that Dragon's Head Conflict takes place after Stormbringer due to the hat and the use of Corruption alone. They both took place in the same year, when Chuuya and Dazai were both 16. So Chuuya lost two entire groups of friends in the span of less than a year...

That's rough, buddy.

To answer your initial question, yes, it seems that Chuuya cut his hair in between. He is our fashion icon for a reason, I guess! I do wonder about the significance of some of his outfit changes as well... Chuuya undergoes the most outfit changes in the series and it's not just for aesthetic.

I hope this made sense anon!

#bsd #bsd dead apple #bsd stormbringer #bsd day i picked up dazai #starting to think i should have a timeline tag or something haha #thanks for the ask! #storyrambles #as always feel free to ask if you want anything clarified or just want to say hi! i'm always happy to help! #and if i messed up please let me know so i can fix it!

[ask-fantasy-sanders-sides]

So J is there a back up plan if the High Priestess tells you to go fuck yourself? And your caught out in the open away from all your vaguely combat ready meat shields?

Patton recounts what he remembers from their misadventures during Liar’s Night,

“I can still feel my aches from fighting Remus, and I remember everything up to getting drinks with Roman, but after that point is a bit of a blur. I was a little tipsy at the time, but that usually doesn’t impede a Hin’s memory, so I think that’s the magic’s doing...” he continues wandering aimlessly about the forest and looking for Dee as he speaks aloud,

“I remember looking for Annie, and Roman freaking out when we couldn't find her. I’ve never actually seen him flounder like that before. It feels mean to say, and it wasn’t worth the price of her being kidnapped of course, but I did feel a little vindicated seeing his panic. Didn’t want him treating the issue lightly, since he really had messed up this time.

“I remember noticing that person wearing green. They'd...been following me for a while, now that I think about it!” Patton huffs, frustrated,

“I thought they must have been up to something after your warnings, but when I walked up to confront them they disappeared. I mean vanished, like a magic trick! I kept looking for them in the crowd, but I couldn’t find them again after that, and regardless I had a more important missing person to worry about.

“When I found him again, Roman was arguing with Remus. I'm not sure when he got there, or what they were arguing about, but Roman was beet-red in the face.

Before I could really hear them, suddenly Remus had fallen flat on the floor! I remember assuming Roman must have knocked him flat for an insult or another, but I don’t think Roman had touched him.”

Patton scratches his head, coming up blank.

“Ahhh...Everything after that I forget. I’m not sure if anyone else in the ballroom even noticed Remus passing out before I woke up in the barn again.”

At your insistence upon the letter, Patton pats the pack strapped around his waist and frowns,

“I don't know what the letter has to do with all this, but I suppose we could read it once everyone's back together again. I doubt anyone but me wants to try going to the party again, after what happened last time.”

He blushes slightly, sheepish,

“There's no point in me reading it alone. My reading isn't so good, and if I know Ian, he'll have encoded something on it. We'll need a candle to read it fully, and I don't want to risk opening it and smearing something...”

Patton gets back to looking for Janus in earnest, moping to himself with a pout,

“Oh, I wish Logan wasn’t knocked out... He’d be able to fix all of this with those spells of his, or at least come up with a better plan than that scoundrel Dee! —And I hate speaking ill of people, so you know I mean it!”

He fidgets with the sleeves of his hoodie, looking around nervously,

“Gee... What can I do? I doubt I’ll find Dee unless he wants to be found, and he sure doesn’t seem interested in being anywhere near me. I should have been watching him more closely...

“Should I keep looking, or should I just go back??”

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As soon as they are far enough into the woods separating the Manor from the Castle, Janus sneaks off into the wood! It seems he never actually intended to let Patton follow him, or rely on the Empress...

Patton looks for his runaway party member, and summarizes his memories of the previous file...

#lets roll #ask fantasy sanders sides #ttrpgau art #character horace #long post #please tell me if i need to tag anything else! #what do you think patton should do from here? #reckless of Jan to abandon him in the middle of the woods when Illia may be prowling about... #even more reckless of him. i suppose. to try and make a deal with Father Horace #naturallyunstablegamer #also yes i know the reflection one should be flipped #by the time i remembered that i was too lazy to fix it LMAO

[jeong-yunhoes]

⏤ milestone celebration

in the midst of all this madness, i hit my first little milestone on this blog! so i figured it was as good a time as any to celebrate and shower atinyblr with love 💌 

i made this blog and started creating content almost exactly a month ago. in that time i’ve felt so loved and welcomed here and made friends that are some of the sweetest humans to exist 💖 i had no idea when i became interested in ateez that it would lead me to such a wonderful community. i’ve been having kind of a hard time lately and i started noticing that the one thing i could count on was looking forward to being here at the end of the day because i knew there would certainly be something or the other to be happy about or someone to brighten my day. ateez puts a smile on my face and so do all of you!! so for that i thank you all!! 

i would say that in honor of this i am opening my requests but tbh i never keep them closed to begin with - if there is any content i can make for you that you want to see please let me know and i would absolutely love to!

below the cut is my follow forever 🥰 thank you all for providing ateez content to my dash! whether or not we’re mutuals or friends or even if we’ve never exchanged a word, i just want you to know that you’ve made my experience here positive and you make me want to stay here and i’m grateful to you for that! 

@ambivartence / @applejongho / @blueberrysan / @bvlnoriyas / @cruellajoong / @guerrila / @hongjooong / @hwanswerland / @jeongyunho99 / @jjongho / @kangyeosaang / @kyungsoosus / @miinsang / @minzbins / @ortali / @sanchelinz / @seonghwaminho / @song-mingi / @woosansang / @wouyoung

#simp hours #i have a lot to say but i cant really find the words to say it besides this #and i always overthink anything i want to say and then i never end up saying it so i figured i should just take a deep breath and #do it before i thought too hard #just know you all mean a lot to me #and atinyblr in general means a lot to me #and especially my beloved mutuals i cherish you all so much #all my love ❤️ #i dont think i forgot anyone but if i did please let me know and i will fix asap!!!!!!! #milestone celebration #shaye.txt

[martsonmars]

desperately trying not to have a panic attack about university hehehe

#literally the only thing i'm supposed to do is study #am i doing it? nope of course. i have less than a month left to take exams and i should take at least 2 but i haven't opened a book in more #than a month and the thought fills me with dread and i literally physically cannot do it #it's possible that going back to my uni flat would help (it would be a change in scenery for sure) but on wednesday it will be a year since #my father died and there's this fucking church thing and my mother won't force me to stay but i really should. shouldn't i? #after all it's already saturday and i've already wasted 40 days. what's half a week more? #i keep staring at the list of exams and i know that if i spent every waking second studying i could get back on track and graduate when i'm #supposed to graduate but 1. it's not healthy and 2. my brain refuses to study for ONE exam let alone 14 so it's unrealistic #and at this point i should just accept that i'm going to graduate one year late and one year after all my friends because last year i did #absolutely nothing. and last autumn started out great. i moved. i was organised. and then the first week of october my mother was at the #hospital and i had to go home for a week and somehow i let that week screw up my entire semester #and now i'm panicking because i have only 18 days before the exam i'm supposed to take and it doesn't feel enough for everything i have to #study but it's not going to get better if i just let all the days pass without doing anything but i can't i can't i can't #so yeah i should be kind to myself and accept i'll need one additional year for all the exams and take it slowly which is the only way to #actually get things done. but i don't want to. i don't want to tell my mother that i failed at the one thing i'm supposed to be doing #but i really really can't it's hard and i'm failing and my head is screaming that i don't deserve hobbies and yet i keep wasting my days #it's one am and i should either sleep or relax because it's not like i can do anything now and yet i feel like i need to fix my entire life #right this second or i'll explode. i'm so tired of my thoughts. #please ignore all this ^ because i know most of it is irrational or whatever and i DON'T WANT to hear rational things #if you've read until here and really want to say something just tell me that right now i'm allowed to relax #any other comment would make me feel worse #💖💖💖 #**one month left to take exams this semester not forever hahaha but then i'd be supposed to take all the remaining exams in the summer #and i can't possibly take 14 exams between now and july which is why i'm panicking (there are other logistically confusing things in what i #said but i wanted to clear this one up at least lmao) (i'm already feeling vaguely better can't you see?)

[do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas]

Please block @hugewoman who is obviously a terf who uses trans bait

[ID: large size text that reads:

"Staff dont you dare even think of terming me I am a brave trans lesbian and it would be suspiciously terfy of you". Followed by a thinking emoji.

Medium size text in next paragraph that reads in parentheses:

"I am definitely not and have never been a terf and it's actually transphobic to even accuse me of that!!!"

Followed by hands covering eyes emoji. Continuing the paragraph:

"anything I've ever said that comes across as terfy is obvs satire" /end ID]

#call out #transphobia #anti terf #lgbtq #psa #signal boosting #signal boost #typed id for the first time #please let me know if i should fix anything #let.me.dream.with.lgbtq

[fourteenthz]

I just think this rn has permanently changed my brain chemistry.

also more about the cut just bc I gotta talk abt this:

they don't deserve it. neither of these 4. i'm unwell.

#I think that post will be just a nishiki and kiryu post so if you excuse me making yet another yakuza 0 post update in like less than 2h #this one got me sobbing. #yakuza 0 spoilers #yakuza spoilers #I know everybody played this game already but God forbide I spoil this shit to anyone. #kelly says #kelly plays ykz #I have thoughts.... many. and they all resolve around me being so damn weak about siblings relationship and the like. I just need makoto #to be so well at this moment. I need this girl just. well. for one second. goodamn where is majima can't he fix her watch and just give thi #woman 1 second of peace. SHE REALLY. FUCK I forgot she doesn't know he's alive haha IM GOING TO BITE my monitor. #I need to forget this game exists why are they like this...... this is so stupid why did I really thoughts tachibana was going to be alive #in the next games.......... I really don't know shit abt this franchise and I can't even guess at this point and HEAR ME OUT.... I'M SO GOO #AT GUESSING.......... to no vail. it's fucking me up so bad the fact that nishiki is here too. i'm so happy he is but this is just so #so messed up fr. once nishiki said 'how did it come to this' in that fucking scene to kiryu I have never been the same #now everything that happens to them and specially when they are together that sentence just shows up in my head to end me ig #idk I don't even have much to say here I just needed everybody to know that they are just two pairs of siblings. makoto and tachibana #+ kiryu and nishiki are just. two pair of kids. bagging my head on the wall HOW DID IT ALL COME TO THIS.... HEADS IN HAND. #insane to me that nishiki imediatelly compelled to kiryu's words and brought makoto and just never saw kiryu bawling his eyes and #pretty much declaring his position to kuze. yeah. right. that won't live in my head for the next hour while I play with majima or anything #it's 5am tho I should stop I just genuinely. need. like. anything. to feel ok. hoping here they can meet soon. please. #i really said I was doing another post so that one can just be my nishiki + kiryu post and proceeded to talk about nishiki and kiryu for 50 #of this post's tag........... alright. #majima's crazy ass self and silly moments save me.... save me majima sillyness.... or kll sagawa that's fine for me too anyway #me and my homies want to destroy dojima *thumbs up* #I was so scared kiryu was going to kill kuze at that moment my life flashed before my eyes but he's still just. so decent. I just cannot fo #my life stop just seeing this man kicking absolutely every body's ass hundred times over and how it always comes down to how much he cares. #do you think..................... do you... think it's harder for nishiki to watch that scene bc of makoto tachibana or kiryu? #having siblings fucks you up in the head btw. I can never enjoy a damn story with brothers anymore without bawling my eyes out. #holding sega on the shoulders. pls chill. let them breath let me breath PLEASE. #anyway.......majima save me.

[caricature-of-a-witch]

I've done nothing remotely functional today and instead I'm now incredibly emotional about Spike's goddamn coat

#normal behaviour. on my part. #listen I've been MISSING that coat. #in fact. if anyone can tell me where to get one for myself please do let me know I've been searching forever #liveblogging btvs #Ash's ramblings #also liveblogging my lack of functionality. I should go at least put my laundry from 3 days ago away maybe #you know those days when you have to psych yourself up for half an hour to do anything at all #and then the Main Thing you wanted to do STILL ends up too daunting so you just go home and feel like an utter failure #and continue to do fuck all bc that failed attempt ate up all your energy #(the obstacle that made the Thing impossible was I couldn't bring myself to go inside and talk to people. #I have been legally an adult for over a decade. behold how that is going for me) #yeah. anyway. #gonna put away the laundry I hope and maybe listen to the latest tmagp while I'm at it #I do want that coat though. desperately. it'd fix my entire look and potentially part of my self confidence #going back to the show I can't BELIEVE we didn't get a scene of Buffy reacting to The Return of the Coat I KNOW she's missed it too

[silentpinessave]

V.1: Silent Pines, 1998 Special Credit: Silent Pines is heavily inspired by and uses a very similar style to the stunning @windbrook savefile by @folkling, the gorgeous portsim savefile by @florwal, and the amazing builds by @moonwoodmillz. Thank you all for your hard work, I take a lot of inspiration from you all. Silent Pines is a base-game only save file inspired by Life is Strange with 3 major worlds, a whole new set of townies, and a complete mystery to solve.

Version 1 contains;

Willow Creek as Silent Pines

13 Community Lots

3 move-in ready homes for your sims

A total of 9 houses, 6 of which are filled with townies

18 households with jobs, story, and drama

A complete mystery to solve (should you want to)

DOWNLOAD, INFO, AND SCREENSHOTS BELOW

I used S4Studio to rename all the worlds, and I've decorated all the neighbourhoods with T.O.O.L. As I said before, Silent Pines is completely base-game friendly, absolutely no packs or kits are used. There is some custom CC, mainly posters that add to the story. The CC is one package file and adds nothing other than some customisation to the story. It is not required.

For example the missing poster of Cleo Emerson, a girl who disappeared under mysterious circumstances;

SPECIAL THANKS Thank you to my beta testers @theemodernsim, @authorspirit, @acuar-io, @aridridge for all your help! You've been amazing and I really am very grateful. And thank you to everyone who has liked, reblogged, followed, and generally supported Silent Pines. It means the world to me to be able to share my work with people!

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DISCLAIMER: There have been reports of the 'build mode item missing' message popping up, especially in the downtown area. I've tried to fix this to the best of my ability, and I hope it's alright! Also, if there is anything I should fix or have left out, please let me know. Thank you for your patience <3

ALSO: Due to the Sims 4 being a broken game, I really don't recommend playing Silent Pines with Rental Units, in case the T.O.O.L objects up and disappear lol.

Silent Pines is heavily inspired by Life is Strange, the Windbrook save file, florwalsims' Portsim save file, as well as the hazy nostalgia of the late 90s and early 2000s. I hope to see you all soon for V.2!

The Mystery Update A more comprehensive outline for this update will be coming soon, but essentially it will contain;

Hopefully the fixed Harris household

More mystery clues to make the mystery more engaging and easier to solve

Better and complete lot descriptions

Love from, Silent Pines.

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