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bonesandthebees · 10 months

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omg OMG dont even get me STARTED on honey and tangerines

i've genuinely been meaning to reread it this summer, THAT FIC IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS IN THE WORLD... THE VIBES-

like okay yes almost all of ur fics are my fav in the world, but honey and tangerines hits DIFF man

i started that fic thinking the main conflict was going to be crimeboys, and then angelduo came in with a sledge hammer holy shit

dude. that convo in chapter eight SMACK CAMMED ME SO HARD

i remember reading the summary and being like "ooo!! skateboarding", i didnt even clock how the part with phil could be ominous man like-

oooh boi

[takes a deep breath]

im getting emotional thinking about it rn, i havent read this in so long ohmgyod i miss this fic:(

side note before i get into my full mental breakdown over the ConvoTM, i never wanted to learn how to skateboard till i read this fic lmfaoooo

idek why, i was just... never interested, even my bf was like YOO ITS SO COOL and i was like Eh

and then i read this chapter and i was like "... maybe it Can be cool"

brooo BROOO

okay yeah that convo...

i think it's the hardest i've cried reading any of ur fics, normally i tear up and yknow do my whole Pterodactyl screech, but i dont often full blown cry, but holy shit man. Honey and tangerines? I'm pretty sure I bawled.

uh oh im crying again rereading this scene BROO ITS JUST SO WJEAFOIAWEOIRJAWEROIAWEROIWAERJAWEOIJRWAOIERKJLWERJOIWEJWEARIJ

im in pain again

anYWAYS

god this fic is actually the greatest fucking thing in the world i love it so much bee u have no idea bro i adore it to my core :(((

i dont know how to describe it but ooohh my goodness

i just :(( idk i love indie vibes a lot

like... one of my favourite movies is Perks of Being a Wallflower. Indie movies are really important to me bc it just :( it makes me feel like My life will be okay, if their life works out. and... slice of life vibes are just the best

and honey and tangerines is the perfect fic to ever indie vibe, the playlist, the little fluff moments, the climax, everything about it is perfect. i can't describe how perfect it is. i adore it sosoosososososososoosososoo much

i also can... oddly relate to tommy in this fic, more than i thought. my mom didn't have mental health issues but I did have to take care of myself more than I was supposed to when I was younger, and there were a lot of parallels in this fic even though the situations were completely different, that it just... hit a lot harder for me than most fics normally do. especially like... i have a half sibling that i have a super complicated relationship with and crimeboys in this fic almost reminded me of it.

i just :(( honey and tangerines is so so important to me, and it's also just beautifully written, content aside. i love the prose in it. the way you describe everything feels so natural and real. i felt truly immersed. i lose sense of what's around me a lot quicker than i normally do when i read fics. it just instantly grabs my attention.

god, it's written so fucking well.

another way it's affected my life is after i read the laundromat chapter, it gave me the courage to ask my bf to dance w me for the first time. as i've always loved dancing but i've always been super shy about it. but reading that scene just filled me with such joy, that i had to ask my bf, and now it's one of our fav things to do :))

idk man like. wf is the fic that first made me obsessed with your writing. stars is one of the most well written and impressive things i've ever read and heyyy sandduo centric babyyy. also the WORLD BUILDING IS SO COOL. what the water gave me is the fic out of all of ur fics that makes me the most emotional /pos. a dusty tomb is my personal fav comfort fic, it's so fucking cute i love it so much (and the clinic prequel is same vibes as well). ur vamp fics are addicting as hell to read.

but honey and tangerines is the fic that's affected my life the most <3

(god sorry for the long rant, this was not meant to be this long LMAO SFDKAJ)

honey and tangerines was such an interesting fic for me to write because it connected to my irl life in so many subtle ways. I put those nods into my life in a lot of my fics, but honey and tangerines was the one most directly based out of my own life although it was mostly just the concept of having ex step-siblings that I pulled from. I also thought the main conflict was going to be crimeboys going into it, although I knew I wanted a focus on angelduo as well. but then as the story progressed I understood tangerines!tommy a lot more as a character, and his relationship with phil just expanded into so much more. I'm so happy with how it all turned out, and I'm sorry for all the tears I made you shed lol

(this response got long oops so I'm gonna put it under a cut)

you totally get my love of coming of age/slice of life indie movies. I've always been a big movie watcher, and nothing hits quite like a really well done coming of age film. ironically though, the perks of being a wallflower was one I originally wasn't a movie I was very impressed with the first time I saw it. it wasn't until I read the book and then rewatched the movie years later that I was like oh. I think for me two coming of age indie-type films that really hit for me were Lady Bird (because the relationship between Lady Bird and her mom hit very close to home in certain spots for me), and this one called Cha Cha Real Smooth. Cha Cha especially hit for me bc it's about a 22 year old who just graduated college and is trying to figure out where to go now, and I watched it only a few months after I'd turned 22 and graduated college and was floundering for what to do next. so yeah, that one helped me in the same way you described with the whole "maybe my life will work out like theirs" sense.

I'm so glad I was able to capture those vibes in the aesthetics of it all. that was half my motivation for writing it ngl. I just really wanted to try and capture that summertime haze with the descriptions and the playlist and all of it.

I'm sorry you could relate to aspects like those in the fic, but I'm also really glad it was able to provide a source of comfort for you <3

that's so sweet that you asked your bf to dance with you after reading the laundromat scene!! and the skateboarding too is so cute. I'm gonna be honest I do not know how to skateboard nor have I ever had a desire to learn, I just liked the aesthetics of that scene lmao. I hope you've been having a really good time dancing and skateboarding with your bf since though :)

icyfox aaa you're so kind though seriously thank you for all of that. one of my favorite parts about having this 'audience' (for fanfic lmao but it's an audience nonetheless) is hearing how the stories I create for my own joy impact your real lives. like, it's just amazing to me the reach my words can have, and I'm so happy you were able to get so much out of this story. ty for this it made me smile a lot

#ask #icyfox17 #honey and tangerines

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suenitos · 1 year

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oooh this is such an interesting discussion you have going on!! i think that actually within the contained las nevadas storyline, the character work done was actually really good (….mostly), especially for c!q himself! i’m a big fan of that era! but the problem is that las nevadas doesn’t exist as a contained storyline, it has to fit within the larger dsmp. and because episodes took SO much time and effort for quackity to put out, that meant the story and development for the characters involved had to grind to a halt for months at a time. they couldn’t organically grow by hopping in other peoples’ streams, because then where they pick up in the next LN episode wouldn’t make sense. (and like one of your anons mentioned, i think this is part of why the problem of chat trying to distinguish between canon/noncanon arose, because “canon” actions could by necessity only happen in official episodes. which goes against the entire structure of the dsmp!)

and as for the cinematic element, again, in a vacuum, wonderful. i was always so impressed by the production quality he put into the episodes, it fit the tone of c!q’s arc, and it was a great way to tell his own personal story within the platform of the dsmp. but as time went on i think it started happening at the expense of the story, which is most clearly seen in the las nevadas finale, which even as i first watched it felt like a fancy glittery coating with little substance behind it. and other ccs seeing how popular the cinematic style was encouraged them to do the same, which took away the charm of everyone telling stories in their own way and compounded the pacing issue, and all together it was a large contributing factor in why the dsmp started grinding to a halt. unintentional on quackity’s part of course, but it’s what ended up happening.

sorry for rambling!! (and sorry if i ended up just rehashing stuff people have already said) i just think it’s a really fascinating topic because conceptually the las nevadas style is so good but ended up having such bad consequences :0

hi bella calamitydaze big fan sorry for the late response 😭 i really agree with all of what you said i think on its OWN las nevadas was pretty good/excellent with some of its aspects but it kind of collided with dsmp's overall main story because of how LONG it took to make each stream. which is fine on its own if it needs more time and effort im not not against that if its gonna be quality, but in my opinion it was the concept of las nevadas that counted more than characters or plot. i also felt that way about the finale too because ive said this before but las nevadas never fucking opened 💀 at least no one outside of the country got to see inside the damn casino. so i never really got too attached to the place or its supposed citizens. i think it had a lotttt of potential and i think some elements of q's personal arc like the torture or karlnapity breakup (rip forever) were generally well executed, but las nevadas itself definitely felt so divorced from everything else because of exactly the reasons you mentioned. but thank you for the ask! i hadn't really thought of some of the stuff you mentioned and i appreciate other insight into stuff like this because though i did follow LN arc i wasn't super insane (/pos) over a lot of lore >_<

#weeeeeeeeeeee i love lore #calamitydaze.tag

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jude-thedude98 · 11 months

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I fold you I'm a lyricist

Ima start wit using the eeriest (lakes)

Thid my Pride Friendly Q&A so no jeed to get deliri9us about my Queeriest

Since ima poet

Ima use this keyboard clickin

As my Instruments

Laffy taffy strugglin

Serious

I stay in busy ness

But I don't ever forget

Yall rappers sound the same - all I hear is crinkle crinkle kid

Unfold yo mouths n stop talkin nonsense

Sex drugs and violence

How bout choose different options

Mushmouth talkin

Passin me off havin no bear necessities

In the Mirror Naked BaLOOnin

Feel like I gotta spell this out like Gwen Stefani did

But this ain't no spellin contest

Even if it was yall ain't hearin it

(Well) Ya better believe it bit

By bit I'm wood choppin this

Tree down but it ain't go in quiet

Title of this one is Forest of Pages

And somebody please tell me why the tree remembers the pain but the axe always forgets

Mm, I'm deep divin

These c's better 3's PO - Post Office Kid

Here's your food delivery with tip

No ding dong ditchin straight door dashin

I been called like a Mormon

So let this be my voice-mail answerin

I'll leave messages

Lyrical inclinations

Brain gamin

Fundamentalist

Gotta sweet Toth for some Eminems

But ima Skittlez kid

This rainbow I give you for free tastin

I got you wrappers usin my lines like I fundipped them

N that's right I spelled rappers wit incorrection

I would have spelled in proper tense

But three u's spells unsatisfaction (and that's an ass whippin)

Unless you flip them

Then it's a cursive m

You see how I swerve on them

I use homonyms

Like would flip the three u's then what you got old wit an m

That's mold. That means yalls rhymes is rotten

My Forest of Pages

These are my Woodlands

Lines so sharp I'm paper cuttin

But I ain't parkin linkin

But I do ride Lincoln

I'm Abe Honestin

These folk got amnesia senses

They became a lil independent

N forgot about the kid

That's child abandonment

But I'm kiddin n playin

Nah I'm lyin

I been Hypin 1988 since

Everyone seems to forget the establishment

April consumation

January baby out the womb in

To the world I'm settin

The foundation

I'm gon be Bob the Builder n Fix This Glitch

I'm talkin architectural draftin

Rebuildin

New alignments

Since a lines meant

To grow straight in

Stop the curbin

These entusiastics

Has caused drastics

Changes

Wit strangers

Will Robinson's in danger

I can feed a man fish but he won't exchange it

Fishin for powerlines like an att temp kid

I think I lost you no significance

Yall folk focusin

On bars but not rememberin

That's what they capture us jn

Oooh n I know that was whitey tighty cleanin

Under wherein

Do these lines come from? I got you limboin

N it's later than it is early so I'm limo stretchin

Provin points like Nemo, hope you can find it

But I'm missin?

Nah yall jus Coralin

That means you Miss in

This movie mission

Dead to me so go ahead n get the gettin

You invisible always callin

Everythin

Impossible visions

Don't happen without envisions

That means the dreams have to be workin

My girl Cocoa got me though like the temptations

N i'm tempted

To end it (all)

But not for me cause I only lyrically do the killin

But for you cents you already silent

But got pennies to say for my thoughts n I ain't price shift

Gears cause haters lookin

For lingerin

Well here's Victoria's secret

Too many people finger pointin

Uncle Sammin'

Pointless.

Oops I think you missed it

See these lines be wavin

Right over your craniums

I use letters like planes so I can get fly with

A trivia crack word high with

Oscillatin fan whisk

That's a princess bride hi grip

This that baseball uniform needs laundry detergent

Crowd tidal wavin

As I slide in

Home basement

To be used for hide and seekin

N since I'm a wordsmith

N I don't boast my confidence (enough)

I'm going to let these statements get foolish

Get stupid

Get ignit

Use my noodle pit

From my Eastside and my Westside connections

Drink grabbin

Ice cube in

My ice t since it's 6 in the mornin

I'll bring out my toolkit

Use the tools I'm cool wit

Tried to screwdriver me but I got my monkeywrench

If you don't know me by now I'm Mc hammer quick

Yall know yall can't touch this

I'm simply red lovin

I'm too sexy for this album I'm right said Fredin

Family Guyin

Couldn't catch these lines if you were Frank or Wes Welker in the Dolphins

Kermit the frog herein

Large egos like stewie's head and little balls like Peter griffin

But you dogs wanna a bonin?

Thinkin cause you speaking like Brian

You get the cool whip

But yall jus cool whipped

N when it comes to the appeal of whippin

You babyfaces be screamin no i dont do bdsmin

But thats cool tho I don't fool wit

Whippets

I only wip it out when it calls for progression

And that's a work in

Gutter bowlin

No strikin

Lines as magnetic as lighnin

Uneven slices

Mathematical dices

3.14159 is

Rhymes unendin

I got people pinin (for more)

Sayin please baby please give me one mo hittin

But I ain't no Ike n

Tina down the river rollin

Tho i know yall teenin for the classics

Like I'm DeVante, K-Ci, Joel, & Dalvin

I get so sick

Pf the same songs playin

I swear it's like the universe be all 4 one against this movement

I'm quite feverish

But even at 19 I knew I was covid

Rhymes so ill they the deadliest

Catchin bullets

Rush hour bloopin

Guess I gotta dumb it down n get the stoopin

Folks out here gettin

Caught by the same old Charlie Brown football (Lucy) smokin

I love - they thought I said loosely

But I'm usually

Not a cannon but this BlackOutProduction

Got me up in amazement

In the first revision

It was 4:30 somethin

N I can burn these fumes till the word count is empty

I'm gettin itchy

You buggers buggin me

But I guess it's true what they say isn't it

It's a bug's life so you should expect some stingin

But I'm floatin

Like a butter flyin

Smoother than a criminal an I ain't lyin

I may got the eye of the tiger but I got the roarin mane of a lion

Damn does it stink in here oh no wait that's jus my dragons breath - I'm spittin hot fire

Wired like a secret agent

Create Success Investigation

These criminal minds

Are lyrical ties

To dress you up n get ready for I's

I pledge allegiances

I do marry you death do us part tills

Stills in I's

Like I's solemnly swear that I am up to semicolons

No good riddance

From first to last

Again I am a lyricist

I will use my two arms to strum my pain with this stringed instrument

This kyre its jus

My Greek Day of recognitions

Oops my Green day

I'll be captain planet

Savin the earth will be one of my serenist moments

Altoid break in

Playin linemen tic tac toe in poundin offense

Hashtaggin defense

Somebody please wake me up when September ends

Cause you family guys are still wishin I loop a line for cool whip again

Please cool it now then

Make sure you call me the new Indiana Jones wit the cool whippin sense

Tomb raidin jt

Why is it people will sign their name next to an X for treasure huntin

But won't walk the plank to sign next to the X line of friendship

Diggin up artifacts that's ancient

Has your cookie dipped in yet?

I'm thick in the thinnin of LeBron James' hair ulignment

n if you already know that you can't have pie without cool whip

Why'd you make me flip it

I guess it's cause the u n on top of each other is in perfect alignment

On this track I'm racin

I'm only speakin one thing about equation

And that's The United Nations.

(Emphasis on the H'in)

Forest of Pages (Sounds of The Great Lakes)

By Mr. PoetAll

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living-carto0n · 1 year

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"Hey, Air," One of those weird tiny voices pops up in my head again, tonight, I guess my subconscious decided on something that sounds kind of like Ed Wynn's version of the Mad Hatter, "are you okay?"

I shook my head, trying to clear the fuzz as I proceeded to fill an empty Pepsi bottle with water, dribbling some lemon juice in as well. A mental image played in the recesses of my mind of a cartoon version of myself shrugging a hand off my shoulder... if only I could trace my thoughts like they were pictures featured in a conect the dots book.

I'm... fine, I thought, lying to the faceless character in my mind. kinda.

"What's the matter?" The voice in my head had shifted. I couldn't quite place where I've heard such a voice before, but I knew the part of my mind behind it only meant trouble. "Did your little job upset you again?"

No, it's... not that simple. I stood in the kitchen for a moment, sipping on the lemon juice water and realizing just how late it was. But you're not wrong...

"Then what is the problem?" A more gentle, yet persistent voice presses the matter as I walk to my room, a plush throw blanket over one shoulder... "You're not doing anything you usually like doing..."

Don't feel like it, I thought in response,trying to settle down for the night.

A few minutes pass. FINE! I stop fidgeting with my blanket... I'm not okay: I'm tired; my manager hates me; I have no social life, nor do I even have time or resources to have one; nobody ever understands me for who I am... and honestly, I'm still hung up on the fact I pretty much had half my life STOLEN from me and I can't help but wish I could take it back and see how things would've went if my poor mom's entire fucking family didn't turn their back on her and essentially held me hostage with a life-abusing POS of a "second-cousin", or whatever the hell she was supposed to be...

"We get that you're mad," great... my brain's gonna waste all the energy I have left tonight on continuing this group chat of characters I'm "hearing"... "but most of that's in the past... Why not do something?"

OOOh! what a wonderful idea! I think sarcastically, let's see what should we do? Go out to the greenhouse? Take a little bike ride? Oh! how about swimming in the lake??

Silence. Guess the cast of my imagination don't appreciate me being a smartass to them... Bed it is, then...

With only the whooshing and chilly breeze of the ceiling fan to accompany me, I retire to my lonely mattress, heavy of head and heart, wishing I had my little furry roomies back.

#i miss my dogs #why can't i move on?#why can't i just be normal #neurodiverse #autism thoughts i guess?#does anyone else relate #it's ok if you don't care i'll be on my way

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stxrrywildflower · 3 years

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can’t help falling in love (one)

pairing - george weasley x reader

summary - you ask george to be your date to your sisters wedding

warnings - mentions of family/home issues

word count - 2.6k

series masterlist

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

george always valued family and friendship more than anything.

he grew up with multitudes of siblings and being a twin himself, those bonds were something taught to him at a very young age. even harry, when introduced to the family, slowly turned from just ‘ron’s friend’ to another little brother.

you, on the other hand, you were something different to george.

you had met the weasley’s when you were only ten.

it was the summer before you were set to start at hogwarts. your grandmother had taken you to diagon alley to get your materials for the school year; robes, books, and your wand being some of the most notable items.

you owed your grandmother the credit for your magical abilities. you were muggle-born, having two muggle parents and you inheriting your abilities from your grandmother.

while shopping, your grandmother had bumped into an old friend, none other than molly weasley. while the two had talked on and on, you shyly drifted away from your grandmother.

you found herself lingering around eeylops owl emporium, looking at the different birds and the other products they carried.

“one day we’re going to own a shop here! and you’re the first one to hear it.”

the two ginger boys who were previously hiding behind their mum had drifted just like you. “really? what kind of shop?” you asked.

“one for pranks!” one of them spoke. “yeah and gag products too!” the other one added.

you wanted to continue the conversation, but at the same time you still didn’t know who you were really talking to other than the fact they were molly’s kids.

“i’m fred,” the first one waved after realizing he should probably introduce himself. “and i’m george,” the other one greeted.

you nodded with a small smile. “y/n.”

from that day on, an instant friendship was formed.

just in that day alone, you got both your robes and wands together and even lunch. when the day was over, the twins had left with wide grins, waves, and the promise for you to all sit on the train together.

it took a bit for you to distinguish the twins apart but after being pointed out their subtle differences, a day didn’t go by where you mixed them up.

you did everything together without even realizing the future you had ahead of you. ten year old you didn’t even think about the boys you would be getting your first wands with would turn into your best friends.

the sorting ceremony was what really sealed it.

you were absolutely terrified walking into the great hall. between the stares of the students at their house tables and the teachers, you were a bundle of nerves.

fred and george were sent up before you, fred going first up to the sorting hat followed by george. it was no doubt where they would end up.

when your name was called, you nearly froze. however, fred and george at the gryffindor table had given you a reassuring thumbs-up with a smile. sure it was simple but it had given you a boost of confidence.

“y/n y/l/n?” professor mcgonagall had called.

you headed up to the front, taking a seat on the stool as the sorting hat was placed on your head.

it took a few minutes, with some random chatter from the sorting hat, before your house was given to you.

“gryffindor!” the sorting hat announced.

fred and george met you at the table with a strong hug, the three of you more than overjoyed you were sorted together.

molly and your grandmother were equally as excited. the first opportunity you had, you sent a letter home telling her all about your arrival and finally your house. fred and george did the same, though their sorting wasn’t exactly a surprise.

you went home with the weasley’s during your first christmas break. your grandmother was going to be traveling and your parents and sister, well your parents and your sister were a different story.

the weasley’s welcomed you with opened arms. you, fred, and george were already close. percy was at hogwarts with you as well. you met ron, ginny, bill, and charlie.

your friendship only grew as you went up in the years. just like they had mentioned when you first met, fred and george started working on different prank products the second they had the access to the right materials. you assisted, of course, but honestly, you were the least rebellious of your group.

but like most friend groups, there were always two that were closer than the others. that fell to you and george. you were still close with fred, of course, but there was something about the bond you and george had that went beyond anything.

the twins still knew almost everything about you. but you always tried to block one thing from them; your family issues.

they never questioned when you changed the subject of it when it was brought up and never once complained when you stayed at their home over going to yours.

but with the recent events and arrival of your invitation, it was something both boys couldn’t ignore.

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george couldn’t find you until later that afternoon.

since you had rushed out of class after getting a letter, no one had seen you, harry, or hermione.

ron was on the lookout as well. his friends had failed to show in in the great hall for lunch or even just in the hallways.

“fred! george!” ron called to his brothers. “have you seen harry and hermione?”

george shrugged. “i know they’re with y/n but that’s about it. haven’t seen her since she rushed out of transfiguration.”

“you think they’re back in the common room?” fred questioned.

“it’s worth a try.”

the three brothers arrived at the gryffindor corridor after a few moments. judging by the scarce amount of students and few first years scurrying out of the portrait entrance, there was no doubt you were inside.

ron took the initiate to repeat the passcode. even from the outside they would hear what sounded like arguing.

“y/n you have to do what makes you comfortable.”

“yeah but then-” you stopped your response to hermione’s words the second you noticed the others enter the room. “oh hey guys.”

“what’s going on? we haven’t seen you for hours,” george immediately rushed out.

the twins and ron finally took a minute to examine the room, eyes darting around to see where everyone was situated.

harry was leaning against the wall under the window, arms crossed with a concerned look on his face. hermione was more calm, taking a seat on one of the chairs though her expression did mirror harry’s.

you, on the other hand, took a seat from your previous pacing just as the other group entered.

“it’s nothing guys,” you mumbled.

“y/n,” fred started as he sat criss-crossed in front of you. george did the same, though he tapped your knee twice. it was a simple gesture, though it did gain your attention. “you can talk to us, you know that,” george finished.

“i got my sisters wedding invitation today. it’s this saturday,” you spoke. “and i don’t like talking about it but uh, i don’t really get along well with her.”

it took a lot for you to even get that out. you were more than thankful no one pushed the subject further.

“do you not want to go?”

you shook you head. “i mean not really. but i feel like i have to. if not i don’t really know how i would feel as a person.”

“well whatever you decide, just know we’re all here for you, okay?”

you nodded. “thank you guys, it really means a lot.”

the group in the common room slowly started to disperse after that. you declined any invitations to go get food or explore the school but instead took a seat back down in front of fire.

one thing you failed to mention; you needed a date.

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you asked george wednesday night.

“george,” you interrupted, already shooting an apologetic look to the others at the table. “can i talk to you for a second?”

you ignored the chorus of ‘oooh’s’ from the others at the table as george stood up. “georgie’s in trouble,” fred spoke in a sing-song tone.

“i’ll see you all later,” george spoke to the table.

he followed you out of the great hall. as you were heading down one of the hallways, george leaned down to interlock your hands, swinging them back and forth in front of you.

you had to admit, it did incite a laugh out of you. george always knew how to cheer you up, even if it meant just little gesture as silly as that.

you finally pulled george down one of the corridors, situating yourself in one of the corners behind the walls. you could actually talk to him without having to worry about prying eyes.

“so you know how i have to go home for my sisters wedding this weekend?” you asked.

george nodded as he crossed his arms. “yes?”

“i need a date to go with me. it says so on the invitation,” you fiddled with the sleeve of your robe, unable to meet george’s eyes. “could you maybe come with me? you totally don’t have to if you don’t want and i know i’m a muggle-born so a lot of my family doesn’t really know magic and that’s a lot different the your-”

george cut off your rambling with a grab of your hands. “hey hey hey, you really think i wouldn’t go because your a muggle-born?” george asked, his tone being one of almost hurt.

you shrugged, hiding your face once more. “you see how some people treat us. besides, it’s a muggle wedding. no offense but i know you don’t know how a lot of things in the muggle world work. i wasn’t sure if you would want to go for that reason.”

“y/n i would love to go,” george smiled.

you let out a sigh of relief. “but if you don’t mind me asking, why me?” george questioned.

“well you’re my best friend. fred is cool and all but i just feel a lot more comfortable going with you.”

george’s confidence grew ten times from your words. was he proud you chose him over fred? absolutely. but honestly, he was really really happy to be invited.

“i know you mentioned it before but i wanted to reassure something to you. i know your family relationship is rocky but i promise, i’ll support you with whatever it is. if you want to go home at any point during the trip, just say the word and we’ll go. okay?”

you bit your lip to hold back the tears already welling in your eyes. “is george weasley going soft on me?”

his cheeks flushed a shade of red at your comment. “maybe,” he mumbled. you reached up to place your hand on his cheek. “i don’t mind, it’s sweet.”

george smiled back down at you, squeezing your hand as you brought it back down.

“mcgonagall wanted to see me and whoever i decided to take tomorrow night to go over some things. thank you can meet me after dinner?” you asked.

“of course, though you may have to remind me,” george grinned.

you matched his expression. “i’ll see you then.”

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suprisingly, george did in fact remember your appointment.

he met you outside of the great hall. “ready to go see mcgonagall?” george questioned. you nodded, “yeah let’s go.”

mcgonagall’s office didn’t take long to reach, just down a few hallways and then though a password protected doors. you were guests and given a temporary code to use.

“professor mcgonagall?” you called.

“come in!”

you stepped in first, motioning for george to wait a moment before he followed. “ah hello y/n, i assume you’re here for your trip this weekend.”

“and you’re bringing mr. weasley?” her tone changed to one of more questioning at the end once george made an appearance.

“if that’s okay of course.”

mcgonagall hummed to herself. “we just have to go over a few things and then i’ll let you go. it’s all just standard procedures.”

“of course.”

“first off how are you looking on assignments?”

“i’m finished,” you spoke. mcgonagall turned to george. “and you mr. weasley?”

“i made him get ahead,” you piped in. “we’ve been working a lot to get everything done over the past few days.”

mcgonagall quirked an eyebrow at that, more george being done over you.

“now for travel, you two will take the floo to your home tomorrow afternoon and then be back in time for classes monday,” mcgonagall explained. “and remember, no magic outside of hogwarts!”

you nodded, “of course not.”

“oh dear it’s not you on worried about, it’s him,” she singled george out with a narrow of her eyes before turning to you. “you had to chose him of all people? our most notorious troublemaker?”

you shook your head with a grin. “what can i say, i guess i have good taste.”

george gaped slightly at your words, a bright blush crossing over his cheeks before he could even think to hide his face.

“well if you’re sure, then that’s all. here is your designated amount of floo powder. just one pinch in the gryffindor fireplace with a shout of your address and you should be good to go. that’s all i have, you two are dismissed.”

“thank you professor mcgonagall,” you smiled.

george followed you out of the room, allowing for you to exit first. you had a bit of a way to go to get back to the dorms, a much longer walk from the office to the dorms.

“well tomorrow’s the day,” george spoke in an attempt to start a conversation.

you hummed, wrapping your arms a little tighter around yourself as you walked. “yeah it is.”

“i haven’t taken the floo in forever. i hope i don’t blow up or something.”

you attempted to hide your giggle at his poor attempt of a joke behind your sleeve but it still broke though, bouncing off the empty corridor. george smiled too, clearly glad he was able to make you laugh.

the two of you reaching the gryffindor common room just moments later. it was entirely empty, most people either in their rooms already or still out studying.

george stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the girls dormitories. he couldn’t go up, for obvious reasons, and besides, he was pretty tired too.

“well goodnight y/n.”

you smiled up at him, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently as a silent ‘thank you.’

“goodnight george.”

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classes ended early on friday allowing for you and george to actually floo home at a good time.

after lunch, you headed back to the gryffindor common room. your bags were already packed, you just had to grab them from your dorms.

the room was pretty much empty when you and george headed back down the stairs. since everyone had the afternoon off, most students were either going to hogsmeade or occupying somewhere else on the school grounds.

however, harry, ron, hermione, and fred remained behind to see you go and make sure nothing went wrong.

“alright we’re heading out. we’ll be back sunday afternoon around four,” you announced.

“stay safe,” hermione piped up. “and try and have some fun.”

you smiled at her. she was someone you found yourself going to,despite your small age gap, to talk about your issues with.

george hauled up your suitcase onto his shoulder before making his way over to the fireplace. you stepped in right after him.

you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the short trip you were about to be taking. “ready?” george asked as he nudged you with his elbow. “ready,” you confirmed.

the floo powder felt heavy in your hand. george took some too, shifting it back and forth between his fingers before turning to you. “let’s go.”

you spoke out your home address in your loudest and most clear voice before tossing the powder down.

and in one large crackle of the fire, you and george were gone.

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tagging: @goldenxreid @wilburxpancakes @blakeprentiss @criminaly-supernatural @blakes-dictionxry @mrs-dr-reid @weasleytwinsfav

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley fluff #fred and george #fred and george weasley #gryffindor #the weasley twins

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liltaz-asatreat · 2 years

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oooh i wanna ask like. all of these slkdfjsdlf uh how about specifically 7, 10, 16, and 17???

Askin me all the hard ones ldslfhldhsfl /hj

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

I honestly don’t know lkshdlfhd Like, I’ve always had a hard time describing and figuring out exactly what is meant by people’s writing and art styles? Like, I get the concept, I just don’t get it in practice if that makes sense? You’d think as someone who has written stories since as far back as they can remember and was an incessant bookworm, I’d be able to figure that out lol Some people’s art and writing styles stick with me if I find a memorable pattern or something in particular sticks out to me or if I’ve seen/read a lot of their work, but I couldn’t describe what it is that makes it stand out to me :/ (if you or anyone could give me examples of what writing style and stuff is supposed to mean btw you would be a saint 🙏🏽) But anyway, I mostly rely on what people tell me that they’ve picked up about my style. Ise once told me that my writing style is loud but in a good way, and I don’t necessarily know what that means, but I think it probably tracks because when I’m confident and more at ease and able to be myself without holding back, I tend to be a very loud /pos individual lol

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Depends on what I’m working on. For most of my ficlets that I write now, I make a rough bullet point outline of the main things that are going to happen or what I want to include before I write it. Then I’ll read it over a couple of times to try and catch any obvious grammatical/spelling/other errors and fix those before I post and eventually find more errors when I go back and reread it more that I feel like is too late to correct sldkfjsdljf. For the Julia Survived AU (the only long fic that I’ve had an idea for and am actually attempting to write), I mostly have an outline already because it’s just Balance but she lived and is adventuring with them lol I have a few ideas on other scenes and stuff outside of what’s heard in the podcast that I have percolating in my brain, some of which I’ve written down as disconnected scenes, but I’m also trying to figure out how her being there would actually change what happened and still curb it to keep with the same overall outcome of the podcast which is really hard because I’ve never written something that is going up against all of what canonically happens in a piece of media before?? Like, I daydream, yeah, but a lot of the scenes in my daydreams don’t actually carry weight, and I’m trying to change that in the actual product of this fic. Also, trying to figure out how to make Julia her own character especially when we know so little about her, I’m going to have to look at a post about character/character arc creation that I saved in my drafts on my main blog to figure THAT out and WOW am I rambling and strayed so far away from the actual topic of the question lol

TLDR: I mostly plan a minimal amount, then write, then edit a minimal amount, then post and hope people actually like it lol

16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

I forgot this was one of the questions lol I rambled so long in the previous one, I basically answered this one too. It’s the Julia Survived Ravens Roost AU. Never written something going one to one with canon before. Very intimidating. Still working at it. I Want To Make That Work^TM lol

17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

I don’t know, I mean, people say they like my writing and think I’m a good writer, and all of the comments and tags reacting to my writing make my entire day because you’re all so sweet and kind and I eat the comments and tags freaking out over an emotional work for power /j lol And I also like most of my writing and think I’m a pretty good writer, and even the works that I’m not too fond of I at least feel okay about, so that all matches up. I don’t know if people perceive my work as a vent, particularly the really sad and angsty and whump ones and all that, but I’m usually pretty explicitly clear in the tags when something is a vent, so it really shouldn’t be all that surprising lol Another thing that I don’t think is too surprising but might be worth mentioning because it’s an interesting/fun fact, I really like trying to subvert what people might expect to happen with prompts or character pairings or things when I can and really play in the space. Also matching up characters that we didn’t get to see paired off much in canon. Like with On Edge (the one where Magnus finds Davenport on the railing of the Starblaster), I wanted to write about a character who would have been seen as really strong and carrying the team and feeling like that’s how they see themselves, being in a moment of vulnerability and great amounts of pain and letting that show (very much a vent fic lol), and I couldn’t decide if I wanted that person to be Magnus or Davenport, then I figured why couldn’t both be in the fic because that’s also a pairing we saw almost none of, and Davenport seemed like the least likely choice to be put in that position but simultaneously, in canon, would probably have been the most realistic choice

#Thanks for sending this in Reese!!#I didn't mean to take as long as I did answering this; but I had to make dinner too at some point lol #Also rambled WAAAAYYYYY too much but I don't feel like condensing any of it so sorry 🤷🏽‍♂️#This is going up way late; but you're probably going to be the only one to see it anyway lol #answering the asks #Gab gabs

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hematomes · 2 years

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morning ced!

I'll have washing machine heart stuck in my head now for the rest of the day</3 mitski's one of my top favs so picking a song is hard,,, probably first love/late spring (also hits too close to home, and was The song that really got me hooked)

im sorry about your uncle:( im glad you have moved past the grief though and can reminisce with peace in your heart. tbh i never know what to say in these cases. can i just give you a hug?🥺

my morning is not going too well, see i suspect that something happened in my stepmom's family (her father is really old and had to get hospitalized a couple months ago, he's back home now but...). usually when shit happens they, you know, tell me. instead now the past couple of days both her and my father have been irritable, and my stepmom has snapped at me both times we've interacted in the meantime (once yesterday and once this morning), for like super trivial reasons (like not saying goodmorning before asking her to put extra water in the kettle she was about to plug in). sigh anyways, sorry for ranting. it's just so frustrating bc i don't know what's going on, and my father knows im prone to overthinking and he's doing nothing to help (in fact he's making it worse).

in other news, i got my hair dyed by a friend the day before yesterday. bleach kinda went wrong but end result could've been worse. the process was fucking wild. let's just say we needed more time than we calculated, and i had to walk home with my other 2 friends with my head wrapped in plastic wrap and covered by a plastic bag. as my outfit was black pants, black big ass coat (with my blue Hair Dye Tshirt underneath), and a bucket hat to hide my head, i can only be grateful it was raining (and 12:30am) and no one was around.

ill be sending the poem in a bit<3 im excited to hear your thoughts hehe

~soup

zjdkz sorry about that, love <3 i listened to it and,,, woo mitski really has some amazing songs

AAH NO SORRY it wasn't meant to be like awkward/sad i really love april even more actually, it might sound weird but it makes me think of him? so yeah idk, i don't see that as something sad anymore. it's been almost ten years, so <333

erf yeah i see, it does seem stiff. have you tried bringing it up? it can be hard but usually it's rewarding, unless they really want to hide it and just dismiss it.... which i hope they don't do

oooh what color? 👁️ i always admire ppl who dye their hair at home (but if im not mistaken it's super expensive in a hair salon so, understandable actually), it seems so frightening. i have the perfect excuse not to dye mine lol, 4A coily hair are not to be messed with

zjdkzks i can almost picture it, y'all must have looked amazing 😭

also!!! i read the poem and damn,,, im not exactly sure how to give like constructive feedback because im mostly just a bit stricken? like. i don't even know how to put words on what it made me feel. it was cozy, yet a bit somber? and vague (/pos), open to interpretation - and im not used to this kind of freedom, so i don't know what to make of it. truly an experience!

#[☂️] soup anon / 💜

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the-laridian · 3 years

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Oooh, fun.

🍺 + I know you said you wouldn't get all political at this bar, but who do you think should REALLY be in charge of things?

Willow: I can tell you who it SHOULDN'T be -

Beckett: oh god

Willow: - it shouldn't be the damn Brotherhood of Steel! We should root all'a them out of here. They don't belong here, they move in and start becoming the boss, taking whatever they want?

Beckett: ...not what I expected you to say, babe.

Willow: ...What? Who else would I have said?

Beckett: I dunno, the Raiders, maybe, or -

Willow: *snorts* Raiders'll be done with soon enough. They're not organized, not like the POS.

Beckett: Don't you mean BOS?

Willow: I meant what I said.

#willow ironwood #the seventy-sixer #tipsy talk #fallout 76 #art therapy #willow&beckett #oh boy

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Don’t Tell Ryder; XVI: Okay, Vault for Real This Time...

Chapter 16 of Don’t Tell Ryder (Master List)

Pairing: Evfra de Tershaav + OC

Words: 2487

Walking through Havarl’s jungle with Evfra wasn’t as awkward as Cassiel had originally anticipated. He mostly kept quiet, but he would occasionally point out things that were important.

“Challyrions,” he whispered, pulling Cassiel into a crouch and motioning for Drack and Vetra to do the same.

“How can you tell?” Cassiel whispered back, and Evfra pointed ahead of them.

“See that shimmering?” he asked, and Cassiel squinted, straining her eyes to see what he was talking about.

“Oooh,” she murmured when she saw it, small areas a bit ahead of them seemed to warp slightly. Evfra slid his sniper rifle from his shoulder silently, and nudged Cassiel out of the way. She moved and watched with rapt fascination as he sniped the group of 4 challyrions, her eyes flitting between Evfra’s focused face and the bodies of the challyrion, who’s camouflage stopped once they expired. “Wow,” she muttered, and Evfra awkwardly chuckled.

“It’s not difficult to spot, once you know what you’re looking for,” he explained to her, and Cassiel nodded gratefully, accepting his hand when he offered it to help her up.

It only took them half an hour to reach the entrance to the vault, and Cassiel groaned when she saw the rylkor pacing back and forth in front of it. It’s beady reptilian eyes were sweeping the area, as if it were waiting for them, and Cassiel nudged Drack.

“Hey,” she muttered, and he grunted in question. “I bet you fifty credits I can do the same thing I did with the eiroch this morning,” she said, and Drack laughed, shaking his head and pulling out his shotgun.

“You’re on, kid,” he agreed with a nod. “I’ll step in before you get yourself killed,” Cassiel scowled at him for that comment.

“What thing with an eiroch?” Evfra asked, and Cassiel just smirked at him, grabbing his firaan before he could react and leaving Drack to explain as she darted into the underbrush, working to get as close as she could to the rylkor. He barely even went to protest, only folding his arms and grumbling. “She better be planning to give that back,” he muttered, and Drack chuckled.

“Of course she is,” he confirmed. Evfra shot him a questioning glance, and Drack explained what she meant by ‘the thing with the eiroch’. “This morning there was an eiroch, and Vetra and I were getting ready to fight went that crazy son of a bitch charged the thing,” he explained, and Vetra nodded along. “She jumped on it’s back and rode it like it was nothing, and killed it with two shots from her pistol!” he laughed, and Evfra’s eyes widened, impressed. Vetra held up a hand.

“Well, she tried shooting its shoulders first, but then went for the spine,” she explained, and Evfra nodded before turning to the rylkor, keeping his eyes peeled for Cassiel’s attack.

“Where is she?” he muttered, and Drack shook his head.

“You’ll know,” he said, and Evfra scowled.

Drack wasn’t wrong, however, because soon enough they heard a shout as Cassiel charged from the underbrush, straight for the rylkor. It let out a shriek of its own and began to charge her, turning for a tailwhip when it got close enough, but Cassiel had anticipated it, and she leapt into the air with the help of her biotics, landing solidly on the animal’s neck. It whipped its head back and forth, trying to throw her, but Cassiel simply plunged Evfra’s firaan through the back of its neck. An awkward gurgle came from its throat before it collapsed, Cassiel sliding off of its neck with an ‘oof’. Drack, Vetra, and Evfra all exitted the jungle to join her in the clearing, and Evfra stared at the girl in pure awe as she tugged his firaan out of the beast’s neck with a grunt of effort. She blushed, handing it back to him, and he took it silently, raising his brow ridge at her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I got a bit overexcited,” Evfra shook his head, clearing his throat and looking away, glad none of the aliens could feel his field reach out to wrap around her possessively.

“It’s fine,” he grunted, and she smiled brightly at him before turning to Drack.

“Ha!” she shouted at the krogan. “You owe me fifty credits!” Drack groaned, throwing his head back.

“Damnit, Cass,” he grumbled. “You got too much quads for a human,” he said, and Cassiel grinned at him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment!” she countered, and Evfra’s face pinched in confusion.

“Quads?” he asked, and Vetra leaned closer to him to explain.

“It basically means she’s very courageous, to the point of being stupid,” she explained. “High praise coming from a krogan,” Evfra nodded in understanding at that.

They finally went down into the vault, and Cassiel did little to hide her excited grin at the gravity well. Evfra did his best to ignore her almost childlike excitement, but he couldn’t suppress the thought of how cute she looked.

When their feet touched the ground, Cassiel looked around, her brows furrowing as she looked at the consoles.

“So that looks like a door,” she said, pointing to the area of wall in front of them. Evfra, Vetra, and Drack all stood in the center of the room, looking around the vault in awe. She turned and walked up to the console in the middle of the room, activating it, and SAM spoke in her head.

“Back up power is online,” he said, and Cassiel nodded.

“So how do we get through this?” she murmured, both to herself and SAM. Before she could look around further however, everyone heard something to their left. They looked, and Cassiel groaned when she saw the three observers that appeared.

“Remnant!” she shouted, ducking behind a conveniently placed wall as cover, the others following suit. An observer that was kind of close to her began to fire up its laser, but before it could activate it, Cassiel stood from her cover and shot what she called its ‘eye’. The red light that had been swirling around it flickered, and Cassiel shot it again, before charging and doing a nova, causing it to spark and fall to the ground. Evfra was staring at her in awe as she did this.

“What is she doing?” he asked, shooting an observer that was across the room, and Vetra chuckled.

“Biotics,” she said as she lobbed a grenade at one. “Asaris and some humans have them, very useful in a fight,” she explained, and Evfra grunted in acknowledgement before shooting at the observer again.

“The consoles surrounding the area appear to be connected to the door,” SAM told her. “If you activate them, the door should open,” Cassiel nodded, going over to the closest console and activating it. A light appeared above the console, rotating and causing a line to connect it to the door. Cassiel went over to the next console, activating it, but the light that appeared above it only rotated halfway before reverting back, and she groaned in frustration when the line that had connected the first console disappeared.

“It appears you need to activate them in a certain order,” SAM told her, and she nodded in understanding, looking around. When she stepped up to the first console again, she startled when she noticed the pillar that had appeared.

“Oh,” she muttered, looking at it quizzically. “That’s cool,” she activated the first console once more before walking up the ramp to another one. This time, two pillars appeared, and Cassiel grinned. “Oh!” she exclaimed, and the others all looked at her in question. “I get it now!” she quickly activated this console, before running to the next one. This time four pillars appeared, so she walked by it to the other one, activating it when three pillars appeared. Finally, the fourth console was activated and the doors in front of them groaned open. Cassiel threw her hands up into the air with a large grin, looking between her three companions. “Yes!!” she cheered.

They all paused at the threshold, staring at a giant beam of light that was in the center of the room, if it could be called a room at all.

“Wow,” Cassiel muttered, staring at the vertical beam as it warped and twisted, the energy moving down further into the vault. She briefly wondered where it went. Did it go all the way to the planet’s core?

“This console will activate the purification field,” SAM said as Cassiel walked further into the room. “You may want to sweep the area,” Cassiel nodded, motioning for Drack and Vetra to go around the beam on one side while she led Evfra on the other.

“Purification field?” Evfra asked, and Cassiel nodded, eyes sweeping the room as she explained it to him.

“On Eos, when Colin reset the vault it triggered a deadly purification field. They had to run back to the power console to stop it,” she explained, and Evfra grunted, looking at her in surprise.

“Really?” he asked, and Cassiel nodded.

“Uh… yeah,” she said, beginning to step towards the console. There was a liquid in a little divet in the ground, and Cassiel assumed it was just water, so she stepped through it to get to the console.

“Cassiel, wait!” Cassiel heard Vetra call a bit too late. The liquid splashed up her boots, and her entire body was wracked with searing pain. She let out a screech, and it felt as if her body was immobilized, she was trying to move to get out of the strange liquid, but her legs just weren't obeying her.

“Cassiel!” Evfra shouted, his hands wrapping around her waist and tugging her towards him and out of the liquid. She stumbled, and Evfra gently guided her into his chest. His hands stayed on her waist while she steadied herself, and Cassiel took several deep breaths, the pain dissipating. She could still feel slight tingles all over her body.

“Thank you,” she tilted her head up to look Evfra in the eye, and he just grunted, letting go of her waist and leading her to the panel. Cassiel briefly noted that he stayed between her and the liquid, and was kind of touched at his protectiveness. She glanced over at Vetra and Drack, who were both doing little to hide their snickers at her misfortune. Cassiel just shot them a glare, though at the sight of her scowl the two seemed to crack up even more. She rolled her eyes, stepping up to the panel, and looking to her companions.

“So if I’m right, this is gonna activate the purification field,” she said, and everyone tensed, getting ready to book it back to the other console.

“Affirmative,” SAM said, and Cassiel nodded.

“So you all should get to the door and be ready to haul ass,” she said, pointing back to the giant doors they had come through. Vetra immediately protested.

“What about you?” she asked, and Cassiel shook her head.

“I’ll be fine,” she assured them. “It’s just safer to have most of us by the door, less to worry about,” she held Vetra’s stare for a tense moment before the turian grunted, clearly displeased, and turned. She jogged back to the doors, Drack following her. Cassiel turned to Evfra, looking at him expectantly, but he shook his head, galactic eyes narrowing slightly.

“I’m staying with you,” he said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, and Cassiel opened her mouth to argue, but his eyes just narrowed further. She closed her mouth, nodding, and hovered her hand over the console.

“Everybody ready?” she called out, seeing Evfra nod in her peripheral.

“Let’s do it!” Drack shouted back. Cassiel nodded, before tensing her hand. She wasn’t even sure how this allowed her to interact with the remnant tech, but it was as if when she tensed her hand above the console, a jolt of energy ran from her brain down her arm and into the tech.

The lighting around them turned red, and Cassiel and Evfra both booked it, hearing Vetra and Drack shouting for them.

“Come on!”

“Hustle!!”

Cassiel chanced a glance over her shoulder, seeing a dark cloud quickly closing in on them. Through the cloud she could see remnant bots emerging.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted, pushing her legs a bit more. Evfra was a couple meters ahead of her, but he seemed to notice she was falling behind, and he stopped. “Keep going!” she shouted, but as soon as she was within reach Evfra grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder with ease. “What the fuck?!” she shouted in surprise as Evfra began to run once more, past Vetra and Drack and up to the console.

The purification field was closing in, and Evfra set her down right next to the console. Cassiel had little time to be disgruntled about being picked up, instead she turned and activated the console.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the purification field retreated, taking the remnant bots with it. Drack laughed, and Vetra threw her arms in the air.

“Yes!” she cheered. Cassiel turned to Evfra, a scowl set on her face.

“What was that?” she demanded, and Evfra looked down at her, face twisted in faux confusion.

“What was what?” he countered, and Cassiel let out a growl of frustration.

“Why did you pick me up?” she asked, and Evfra’s shoulders shrugged minutely.

“You were going too slow,” he answered, and Cassiel’s scowl morphed into a pout. Her arms crossed over her chest.

“This isn’t fair,” she mumbled moodily. “My legs are shorter than all of yours,” Vetra and Drack laughed a bit at that, and even Evfra let out a chuckle. Cassiel tried very hard not to be distracted by the sound, but his laughter sent her souls to nirvana for a hot second before they slammed back into her body. “I mean… thanks,” she muttered to him, gaze cast downwards now, and Evfra chuckled once more, raising his arm as if he were about to rest his hand on her shoulder, before clenching his fist and lowering it once more.

“Lets… go,” she said, quickly going down to the gravity well and waiting for the others. Vetra and Drack were still laughing at her. Cassiel’s shoulders slumped as she activated the gravity well, the adrenaline wearing off, and suddenly she was exhausted.

They walked a little out of the vault, before Cassiel practically collapsed on a rock, sitting down and hunching over.

“I just… need a minute,” she muttered, her eyelids drooping a bit, and Evfra crouched down next to her, concerned.

“Are you alright?” he asked, hands hovering anxiously as if he were ready to catch her if she collapsed. She nodded, her chin falling to rest on her chest.

“Yeah,” she answered, her tone airy. “Yeah, I’m just… sleepy,” she murmured.

Next Chapter

#Mass Effect #mass effect andromeda #mass effect fanfiction #Evfra de Tershaav #Evfra X OC #Fluff #feeeelings #Vetra Nyx #nakmor drack #Extra Ryder Sibling #evfra x ryder #Don't Tell Ryder Mass Effect

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satanfm · 4 years

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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄, 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼. @jordanpls

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

bolded songs are present them, italtics is highschool them, and bolded + italtics is both

take it like a man --- “here you'll become what you're supposed to be you think you can't but you can. think of the guy you want most to be. here's your chance to make it so take it like a man. what does she want? not really sure why can't we leave things the way that they were? why can i never say no to her? here you'll become what you're suppose to be you think you can't but you can. think of the guy you want most to be. not quite the guy i'd of chose to be but when she's standing so close to me i think i like her plan.”

i’ll cover you --- “live in my house, i'll be your shelter just pay me back with one thousand kisses be my lover and i'll cover you open your door, i'll be your tenant don't got much baggage, to lay at your feet but sweet kisses, i've got to spare i'll be there and i'll cover you i think they meant it when they said you can't buy love now i know you can rent it a new lease you are my love on life, be my life just slip me on, i'll be your blanket wherever, whatever i'll be your coat you'll be my king, and i'll be your castle no, you be my queen, and i'll be your moat.”

falling slowly --- “i don't know you but i want you all the more for that words fall through me and always fool me and i can't react and games that never amount to more than they're meant will play themselves out take this sinking boat and point it home we've still got time raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice you'll make it now falling slowly, eyes that know me and i can't go back and moods that take me and erase me and i'm painted black well, you have suffered enough and warred with yourself it's time that you won.”

i can hear the bells --- “i can hear the bells well, don't cha hear 'em chime? can't 'cha feel my heartbeat keeping perfect time? and all because he touched me he looked at me and stared, yes he bumped me my heart was unprepared when he tapped me and knocked me off my feet one little touch now my life's complete 'cause when he nudged me love put me in a fix, yes it hit me just like a ton of bricks, yes my heart burst now i know what life's about one little touch and love's knocked me out and i can hear the bells my head is spinning i can hear the bells something's beginning.”

it takes two --- “you've changed you're daring you're different in the woods more sure more sharing you're getting us through the woods if you could see you're not the man who started and much more openhearted than i knew you to be it takes two i thought one was enough it's not true it takes two of us you came through when the journey was rough it took you it took two of us it takes care it takes patience and fear and despair to change though you swear to change who can tell if you do it takes two.”

the last night of the world --- “in a place that won't let us feel in a life where nothing seems real i have found you i have found you in a world that's moving too fast in a world where nothing can last i will hold you i will hold you our lives will change when tomorrow comes tonight our hearts drown the distant drums and we have music all right tearing the night a song played on a solo saxophone a crazy sound a lonely sound a cry that tells us love goes on and on played on a solo saxophone it's telling me to hold you tight and dance like it's the last night of the world.”

lay all your love on me --- “a little small talk, a smile and baby i was stuck i still don't know what you've done with me a grown-up woman should never fall so easily i feel a kind of fear when i don't have you near unsatisfied, i skip my pride i beg you dear don't go wasting your emotion lay all your love on me don't go sharing your devotion lay all your love on me.”

next ten minutes --- “cathy...will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes? for the next ten minutes we can handle that we could watch the waves we could watch the sky or just sit and wait as the time ticks by and if we make it till then can i ask you again for another ten? and if you in turn agree to the next ten minutes and the next ten minutes till the morning comes then just holding you might compel me to ask you for more there are so many lives i want to share with you i will never be complete until i do.”

love you like a table --- “your white dress sparks words spontaneous i'll sing from mountaintops i am in love (love, love) and i don't care who knows it lucky me i was ordinary but with your love, you see i am a po-o-o-o-o-oem writer i will express this if i'm able i love you like a table my legs were carved for you i love you like a table oh, oh, oh, oh i'm wood and you're glue cover me with stuff oh, oh, oh, oh and i will hold it up strong and stable oh, oh, oh, oh i love you like a table.”

i’ve never been in love --- “i've never been in love before now all at once it's you it's you forever more i've never been in love before i thought my heart was safe i thought i knew the score but this is wine it's all too strange and strong i'm full of foolish song and out my song must pour so please forgive this helpless haze i'm in i've really never been in love before.”

only us --- “what if it's you and what if it's me and what if that's all that we need it to be and the rest of the world falls away? what do you say? i never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me well so i give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go but if you really see me if you like me for me and nothing else well, that's all that i've wanted for longer that you could possibly know so it can be us it can be us and only us and what came before won't count anymore or matter we can try that it's not so impossible nobody else but the two of us here 'cause you're saying it's possible we can just watch the whole world disappear 'til you're the only one i still know how to see it's just you and me it'll be us, it'll be us and only us.”

happiness --- “but hearing you laugh seeing you there everything's shining new to mee there have to be words for telling you so but looking at you i don't know it's something like something like happiness something like warm something like true something like i have never knewn something like safe something like home all of this time having no clue there could be someone that i matter to into my heart out of the blue happiness so here's what it is here's how it feels having a life with you in it happiness.”

you matter to me --- “i could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes they've seen things that you never quite say, but i hear come out of hiding, i'm right here beside you and i'll stay there as long as you let me because you matter to me simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody you matter to me i promise you do, you, you matter too i promise you do, you see? you matter to me it's addictive the minute you let yourself think the things that i say just might matter to someone all of this time i've been keeping my mind on the running away and for the first time i think i'd consider the stay because you matter to me simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody you matter to me i promise you do, you, you matter too i promise you do, you see?”

almost paradise --- “oh almost paradise we're knockin' on heaven's door almost paradise how could we ask for more? i swear that i can see forever in your eyes paradise it seems like perfect love's so hard to find i'd almost given up you must have read my mind and all these dreams i saved for a rainy day they're finally coming true i'll share them all with you 'cause now we hold the future in our hand oh almost paradise.”

seven wonders --- “i've seen the seven wonders if you give or take a few but all them seven wonders well they can't compare to you i've been a lot of places yes, i've traveled near and far but now i know that home is where you are.”

perfect for you --- “this planet is pretty much broken beyond all repair but one thing is working if you're standing there. perfect for you i could be perfect for you i might be lazy, a loner, a bit of a stoner, it's true but i might be perfect, i'll make myself perfect, perfect for you. you square all the corners, i straighten the curves. you've got some nerve henry, and i'm just all nerves. but even if everything else turns to dirt we'll be the one thing in this world that wont hurt.”

somewhere --- “there's a place for us, somewhere a place for us. peace and quiet and open air wait for us somewhere. there's a time for us, some day a time for us, time together with time spare, time to learn, time to care, some day!”

no one else --- “the moon first time i heard your voice moon light burst into the room and i saw your eyes and i saw your smile and the world opened wide and the world was inside of me and i catch my breath and i laugh and blush and i hear guitars you are so good for me i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you i love you oooh, the moon oooh, the snow in the moonlight and your childlike eyes and your distant smile i'll never be this happy again you and i and no one else.”

i could write a book --- “if they ask me, i could write a book about the way you walk and whisper and look i could write a preface on how we met so the world would never forget and the simple secret of the plot is just to tell them that i love you, a lot then the world discovers as my book ends how to make two lovers of friends.”

i chose right --- “as i leave my single life behind thoughts are kind of spinning in my mind first i think about you and i think about me loving you and i think about you and me deciding we could be one it's crazy i know, i wrestle with my pillow all last night and i look at you and i know i chose right life's a very long road and the crossroads come up right away and it's so hard to know which way to go when you've barely begun and oh, the road you leave behind can shine so bright and i look at you and i know i chose right.”

unusual way -- “in a very unusual way one time i needed you in a very unusual way you were my friend maybe it lasted a day maybe it lasted an hour but somehow it will never end in a very unusual way i think i'm in love with you in a very unusual way i want to cry something inside me goes weak something inside me surrenders and you're the reason why, you're the reason why you don't know what you do to me you don't have a clue you can't tell what it's like to be me looking at you it scares me so that i can hardly speak in a very unusual way i owe what i am to you though at times it appears i won't stay, i'll never go. special to me in my life since the first day that i met you how could i ever forget you once you had touched my soul in a very unusual way you made me whole.”

suddenly seymour --- “lift up your head wash off your mascara here, take my cleanex wipe that lipstick away. show me your face as clean as the mornin i know things were bad but now they're okay. suddenly seymour is standing beside you you don't need no makeup you don't have to pretend suddenly seymour is here to provide you sweet understanding. seymour's your friend nobody ever treated me kindly father left early, mama was poor i'd meet a man and i'd follow him blindly. he's snap his fingers. me, i'd say, sure suddenly seymour is standing beside me he don't give me orders, he don't condescend suddenly seymour is here to provide me. sweet understanding, seymour's my friend. tell me this feelin' last for forever tell me the bad times are clean washed away.”

#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ¦ ...playlist.#∘ ⋰ ╏ ♡ ﹕𝒇𝒕 . ╰ 𝙟𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙣 . ◞#this is basically the same title as the last playlist #SUE ME #but it's longer #because that's my entire music taste #and only consisted of musical songs #under the cut are the lyrics that remind me of them #<3 <3 <3

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suitcasesoffeathers · 6 years

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I was tagged by @pilotpig and @teeceeart!! Thank you guys so much!! <3

Rules: Answer 11 questions, make 11 of your own, tag 11 people!

I’m gonna put my questions first with tags since THIS IS SO LONG I’M SORRY :’)

I’d like to tag @pilotpig, @teeceeart, @iamapoopmuffin, @sakkigami, @zamashi, @awney, @xnatiix, @carrotcouple, @yaomomochi, @kitanoko, and @the-best-alcoholic-beverage~~ (You don’t have to do this if you don’t want of course!)

My questions:

If you could meet any fictional character in real life, who would it be and why?

If you could magically teleport anywhere (to a real location or fictional location), where would that be and why?

If you were in control of the world for a day, what would you do?

What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

What do you do when you’re bored?

What’s the dumbest injury you’ve ever gotten? (could be from cuts/scrapes to broken limbs, etc.)

Do you have anyone that you really admire/aspire to be like one day? If so, who?

Is something that you really treasure that other people may think is dumb?

What are some positive personality traits that you believe/other people say you have? (no need to be modest ;))

What style do you usually sport clothes-wise?

If you could have a mountain of any food right now, what would it be?

1. What is your favorite soap scent?

Coconut! I love coconut scents~

2. What is the talent of yours that you are most proud of? Please go on and on and on about it!! (and don’t say you have no talents because I know all of you well enough to know that’s not true >:’D)

Mmm...probably drawing because apparently, a lot of you guys like my art~~ <3 Thank you so much for all the support! It really means a lot! <3 I don’t have much to say, so I won’t go on and on lol (plus, I think it’d be boring to read, and it kinda feels wrong—kinda like bragging??)

3. What is your favorite book and why? Or TV show/anime/movie if you don’t like books?

After Ever After by Jordan Sonnenblick because it broke my heart, and Jeffery is totally relatable and lovable. And my favorite anime is Boku no Hero Academia because the plot is very unique (though it may not seem like it since it uses the basic idea of hero school), like the way that the whole story takes an unexpected turn in the first episode ;) (no spoilers lol) And all the main characters are well-thought out, and are really relatable/likeable. They all just seem so human, so I really like that.

4. Which fictional character do you relate to the most? (And why, if you want?)

Oh snap, this is a hard question...I think at first, it was Midoriya from BNHA, because he was just a lame kid, who had dreams that seemed so far out of reach. He was totally unconfident in his own abilities, which I think a lot of people can relate to, and I guess he just seems vulnerable like a normal human. But now, he’s totally epic, and his resolve has long surpassed mine, so I feel less like I can relate to him?? Maybe Bakugou is more relatable now because he has those deep confidence issues, and is constantly trying his best to get better, though sometimes, he takes a step in the wrong direction. I feel like I do that a lot. I always want to improve, so I make stupid mistakes, and end up farther from my goal (like my wrist pain :’)). And then, he has that whole jealous thing/fear of being surpassed with Midoriya, and that’s something that I sometimes feel, though not as strongly and often lol And then with his whole “this happened because of me” around chapter 120 is totally relatable cuz sometimes I just feel like things are my fault even though people say it’s not?? So yeah...I guess Bakugou just has more flaws, and as a person with many flaws, I relate to him LOL

5. Do you have any collections? If so, what do you collect?

I used to collect stickers, though I kinda dropped that...Now I have a ton of stickers for no reason lol

6. What are your top three best personality traits, and what is one thing about your personality that you want to work on?

Top three as in personality traits I like? Or traits I have? I’ll just do like because that’s easier LOL I love someone who’s considerate, understanding, and patient. One thing I’d like to work on is my anxiety…? Or maybe I’d like to be more open?? Or considerate?? Aw, man, it’s hard to choose one. SO YOU GET ALL THESE lol

7. Do you have any pets? If so, what is/are their personality/personalities like?

Yes! I have a dog named Po~~ <3 He’s a total coward, completely skittish around strangers and other dogs, but he’s such a cutey around people he’s comfy with. He loves being scratched, and sometimes even gets your attention by pretending he wants to play (whether it be by jumping on you or making noises so you notice him), so you’ll chase him when he suddenly just lies down and spreads his legs to signify a scratch session lol And he’s just super adorable when he wants to cuddle or comes to greet my family at the front door. <3

8. What is your preferred study method?

I prefer to not study at all. LOL But if I had to, I’d like to have an organized study guide, with a detailed explanation of everything on the test so I can actually understand the material, and not just memorize facts. I’d like to know why I should do certain things in order to come to a conclusion, so I can completely understand and simplify things if necessary. (I usually like a visual/text to help if that’s what you meant LOL)

9. What is the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?

Uhhh...tbh I’m not a very adventurous person...Maybe something like jumping off a ledge a few meters high, or jumping out of a short tree...nothing really extreme...Well, I guess I went to one of those fake rock climbing center things with the colorful rocks, and made it to the top of a super tall wall (with gear of course)...does that count??

10. What are your life goals?

Be happy, healthy, and become a comic book artist/writer with a nice family and nice friends. LOL i don’t have too many goals.

11. What is your favorite part of being on Tumblr?

THE PEOPLE! Tbh, that’s the main reason I stay on tumblr. I’ve met so many lovely people, and made so many amazing friends, so I can’t just leave! Aw man, you guys rock~ <3

1. Are there any new hobbies or new skills you want to try/learn?

Hmmm...maybe painting with oil paints? I’ve always been curious, though I haven’t really done any research or anything ^^; But aside from art, maybe some sort of exercise?? Lol idk

2. Do you believe in anything supernatural? (if you have stories please share, I find them fun to read)

Um, not really?? I don’t really believe in those things ahaha

3. What’s your favourite historical era and why?

To learn about?? Probably Ancient Egypt because it’s so crazy, the things they used to do...Their religion, culture...just everything lol

4. What is one of the strangest conversations you’ve ever had?

Well, my memory’s terrible, so I just asked @pilotpig, and she gave me an amazing conversation to share:

Me: Hey dude? What’s a strange conversation that I’ve had?

Piggie: *pauses* THIS! BLLLEEEEEEEGGGGHHHH!

5. Any inside jokes (not with me, just in general)?

Yes! I have a ton of inside jokes with @pilotpig! Here’s one example… “HELLOO! OOOOOO-OOOH YEAH YEAH YEAH, YEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!” lol that sounds completely stupid XD though...it is, so...lol idk

6. What quote do you say the most?

Um...maybe “Oh my...oh my...GOODNESS!!!!” —All Might from BNHA or “with the power of youth” —Lee and Gai from Naruto Tbh I don’t usually say quotes, so it’s mostly just stupid things lol

7. If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

The power to magically obtain any knowledge instantly so that studying would be super easy, and homework would be a breeze! ...I mean, it’d be helpful in pretty much any situation, so... lol

8. Favourite British drama, Korean drama and/or American drama?

I don’t really watch dramas, but I liked the Korean drama “I Hear Your Voice”!

9. Have you ever been in a situation that felt like you were in a movie?

Yes! So my friend and I had a bit of an argument. (She lied about her grades, and then my other friend and I were speculating whether or not she was lying, but not in a bad way of course...Cuz tbh lying about your grades is totally understandable lol is that bad?) But anyway, I apologized profusely because I really felt bad, and I shouldn’t have talked about her without her knowing, but she was still angry, and so, after class, I was chasing her through a sea of people, trying to talk to her, and make things right, but it was so hard to reach her because she was storming out, and actively trying to avoid me. I called out her name several times until finally I caught up to her, and told her what a great friend she was, and how I didn’t want that mistake to ruin our friendship. She didn’t really accept my apology, and held that against me for the rest of the year, but she eventually forgave me (I think?? yeah...we’re not so close anymore...).

10. Any funny things you did as a kid?

Hmmm, well as a kid, I loved Batman, and so I watched a lot of it. But then, in one episode, I heard the line “So long, suckers!” so I kept repeating that line, and my parents kept telling me not to say it because it was mean LOL (that was when I was 2 to 4 years old?? Idk i don’t really remember XD)

11. Something you’re looking forward to?

Getting over my wrist pain, and drawing freely! ^///^

#tag game #tagged #meme thing #tag thingy #long #personal #about me

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tmntreasures · 7 years

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We have to break up... (Raphael)

Prompt:

It was an unfortunate circumstance, but it was simply inevitable. College was pricey in New York and takes a long time to complete, especially for what you wanted to go for. But there was a small glimmer of hope; there was a community college in your home town that cut the completion time in half and was still accredited. There was just one problem: your hometown was six states away.

This unfortunately made the possibility of a long distance relationship an impossible option. Although you would be living with family, you felt like you had an obligation to contribute to the household and would be working during your summer and holiday breaks; and of course the turtles couldn't just hop on a plane to see you either, especially with your college being so far away. There wouldn't even be anytime for the two of you to communicate online either; there was the time zone difference to worry about, plus the turtle's patrols were always irregular and hard to schedule around, especially if they happened to run into a Foot patrol. Then there was the possibility of enemies finding out where you were. If they were to hack into one of your e-mails and find out where you were currently living, there would be no way the turtles could come save you. You would be putting yourself and your family in danger. There was no other option...

You had to break up.

Raphael:

As soon as you broke the news, Raphael immediately started to come up with ideas and plans on how you could make it work. You knew he would but you were ready for it. Every suggestion he made you had already asked yourself; none of it would work.

“College kids get breaks don't they?” He asked. “Why can't ya just come back and visit?”

You couldn't help but sigh. Every question made your heart clench a little tighter. “I have to work during the summer and my family will want to spend time together during the holidays.”

There was a low grumble emanating from his throat and he shifted his weight. “Okay but, there's the internet. Or I could call right?”

This one would be the hardest to explain to him. It would be easy, using face-time or even texting. But there was just one glaring problem with it.

“Raph, what if the Foot trace the call?” The moment you mentioned the enemy clan he frowned. “Or what if they hack my email? If they find out where I'm at, you can't help me. I'd be putting you and my family in danger.” It was the one thing you couldn't allow. If the Foot got your family, you weren't sure if you could keep the turtle's secret. As much as you loved Raphael and his family, you loved your family too and would do anything to save them. You would hate yourself if you ever parted with sensitive information about him to the enemy, regardless of the reason.

“Hey, c'mon. You know I'll protect you,” He tried to smile and bumped your arm with his elbow.

“Six states away though Raph?” The reminder of just how far you would be made the smile disappear from his face. He seemed to shrink away from you and his eyes hardened.

“Yeah...yeah, you're right.” He mumbled. The giant mutant turtle stood and began to pace back and forth.

It was clear as day that he was upset about this. Anytime he started to pace it meant he was starting to bottle things up. Usually all he would need to do is beat something, or someone, up and then he would be ready to talk more about it; but this was a completely different situation. Who knows when he would want to talk about it again, if ever. Originally you wanted to keep the relationship going until the day you had to leave, but with how upset he was that may not be the best choice. You could feel your heart squeeze from the idea of ending it now, but if it was what he needed you would respect that. After all, you were the one leaving.

“Raph?” You could see his eyes dart in your direction but he kept pacing without a word. You shifted in your seat, trying to figure out a good way to say it; but really, there wasn't a good way. “Do you...just want to end it now?”

“What?” That made him stop in place. His jaw was tense, clearly in an attempt to keep some unsavory words in his mouth, along with the rest of his body. It was his bright green eyes that showed the hurt.

Just looking at them made you feel guilty for the suggestion but this had to be done. “I mean, if it'll be easier for you I'll understand,” you paused for a second so you could collect yourself. “Or uh, if you want...we can just hang out? Until it's time?” You tried to blink away the tears, not wanting him to make a decision based on guilt.

For a long time he just stood there, his muscles slowly relaxing as he weighed the options. He looked around the room, trying to avoid your stare as much as possible. What was only a minute felt like hours until he finally spoke. “Yeah. Sure,” His head began to nod until he finally looked at you. “We can still hang out.”

You couldn't help but smile at the answer. Without knowing it, your arms were around his neck as you hugged him tightly. The familiar feeling of large arms enveloping your body surrounded you as he returned the hug. You closed your eyes and pressed your cheek against his.

“Thanks Raph,” you whispered before planting a kiss on his cheek. He squeezed tighter at the kiss and it pained you to pull away; but you still had a lot of work to do back home. You kept your hands on his massive forearms and smiled. “So, I'll see you tomorrow?”

There was a weak smile on his face, but a smile nonetheless, “Yeah. Sure.”

“Alright! I'll see ya then,” You patted his arms before leaving quickly; the sooner you got out of there, the less time he had to rethink his decision.

The moment you were out of sight, Raphael let out a loud sigh. His hand ran over his bandanna as he walked over to the main room of the lair. He could hear Michelangelo following him and braced himself for the onslaught of questions his little brother would no doubt berate him with.

“Well that looked tense,” Michelangelo grinned.

Raphael tried to ignore him at first, hoping the the orange-clad mutant would read the air even if it was a long shot. He sized up one of the punching bags, tapping it lightly with his two knuckles before starting his warm-up. There were so many knots in his stomach, his blood felt like it was on fire, and every fiber of his being felt like it was shaking.

You wanted to break up. Pow! He never thought it was something that could happen. Pow! Pow! Break-ups were for troubled relationships, not yours. Wham! Po-Pow! You two had something good going on. Pow-wow! Why was it even an option? Po-POW!

“Sooo good talk? Bad talk?” Michelangelo piped in from his seat. He had a can of soda in his hands, taking small sips in between each of Raphael's punches.

“She's moving away,” Raphael grunted as he continued to hit the punching bag.

“Oooh, okay. Where?” He kept pressing on in genuine curiosity.

“Colorado.” Wham! Pow!

Michelangelo frowned behind the tin can. “Oh. Well, I mean she won't be gone long right? It's only like, two or three months.”

“Try years,” The word came out as a hiss. His fist collided with the bag hard enough to push it backward.

He could hear his little brother cringe. “Oooh...that's a long time. She leaving tonight?”

“No,” he growled. It was amazing how the little brother's naivete could annoy him so much. “We're gonna hang out her last month here.”

“Aww, that'll be nice,” Michelangelo smiled. He was quiet for only a second before speaking up again. “Man you guys are probably gonna have the best time ever. Then she'll be gone for three weeks?”

“Years, Mikey,” The larger mutant turned quickly and smacked the soda can out of his three-fingered hand. “She's gonna be gone for three years!”

His big blue eyes widened in surprise and he held his hands up in defense. “Alright! Years! Geez!” He huffed and lowered his hands before speaking once more. “Man...that's gonna be rough,” he looked down at the floor, almost thoughtful for a second; but it was short lived. He looked up at Raphael with a smile and stood. “You guys can handle it though!” He patted his older brother's shoulder encouragingly before leaving.

Raphael stood alone in the room. You would be gone for three years. No visits, no calls, no e-mails, no texts. The loneliness he felt now wasn't going to go away. His jaw clenched, his throat tightened, and his eyes began to burn. With one loud yell, he kicked the punching bag across the room and stormed out of the lair to be by himself.

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The next day Raphael stared at the phone-like device Donnie had made for all of them. On the screen was a text message from you that had been sent an hour ago. You had asked if he would like to watch a movie at your place; you had even offered to let the red-clad turtle pick out the film. But he had a lot of thoughts swimming in his mind.

All day Raphael's head was tumbling over what Michelangelo had said yesterday. Three years was a long time. There was no way you would ever come back after college. Why would you? Three years was plenty of time to forget about him and the horrors that lived in New York's shadow.

But would it be plenty of time for him to get over you? To get over your smile? Your laugh?To forget the feel of your skin? Or even how small your hands felt inside of his?

If he spent any more time with you, he wasn't sure if he would be able to let you go when it was time. Maybe the two of you should’ve ended it last night. Then it might give him more time to get over you. However, despite his courage in the arena, he lacked any when it came to sharing his feelings with you. And the last thing he wanted to do right now was upset you. With a heavy sigh he decided to go for the next best thing.

“Sorry, can't tonight. Leo sprung a surprise patrol on us.”

He hit the send button and tossed the device aside, not planning on answering it for the rest of the night. He figured if he could at least avoid you, then he could at least upsetting you with the truth. And for the next couple of weeks, that's exactly what he did. With each passing day, and with each half-assed lie, you started asking less and less.

One night after realizing it was almost midnight and you still hadn't messaged him, Raphael figured you had given up. It was bittersweet for him; on the one hand, you had started to forget about him. On the other hand, he was now alone with his thoughts and on possible ways he could try to get over you.

As he began to sulk back to his room he heard a pair of light footsteps moving quickly towards him. His brow furrowed and he turned around quickly, surprised to see you power walking up to him. The tall turtle gulped nervously, never before seeing such fury burning in your eyes.

You stopped right in front of the moody ninja turtle and glared up at him. Your hands were on your hips angrily; your knuckles turning white as they squeeze at your flesh.

“Alright Raphael,” you snapped at him. “We're going to do one of two things. We are either going to hang out or you are going to admit that you lied to me!”

Raph furrowed his brows and his shoulders tensed. He knew he was guilty, but he felt like he had to defend himself. "I don't have nuthin to admit, so I guess we're hanging out!" He huffed and shrugged. "So, whadd'ya wanna do? Train in the dojo? Watch a movie? Apply for a school that's states away? Oh wait-- Ya already did that, so we can check that off the list of fun ideas!" He made an invisible hand gesture of the motion.

You gawked at him, still completely shocked at how he was acting. You knew he was upset after the second time he declined to hang out, but you didn't think he would act like this! "Oh, I'm sorry. That was my best option so that way I can have a decent paying job because I have bills to pay! Unlike you, I have human responsibilities to take care of!"

He growled a little, not having a logical response to counter that statement. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, and huffed again. He wanted to say something along the lines of how he could take care of you, and provide you with everything you needed but he knew it would never be true. You were raised in the light of this world, unlike him, who was born in the shadows. You needed the sunlight, fresh air, human contact. His fingers clenched into fist and started to shake. He soon let out a loud yell, and then kicked the nearest object to him, a crate of junk that burst when making contact with the wall.

"Fuck!" He cursed.

You jumped at the sound of his foot colliding with the trash can and heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Oooh, Raph is piiissed..." Michelangelo cooed. It was then that you and Raphael noticed the audience that had gathered.

Your cheeks burned a little in embarrassment but your eyes never left Raphael. Donatello smacked the younger turtle upside the head before shushing him. You cleared your throat and held your head up high. Just because Raphael might throw a tantrum did not mean you had to.

"Look, I asked you if you wanted to end this sooner. Why couldn't you have just said so in the first place instead of stringing me along?" You couldn't help but end the sentence in a hiss. It had hurt, knowing he had lied to you this whole time. You understood why, but it did not make the situation easier.

At this point, Raphael wasn't able to look at you. He knew what he wanted to say, what he needed to say, but his throat would choke him every time he went to speak. He grumbled and tried clearing his throat. "I..I thought it would be okay. " He shook his head. "But it's not... Not even in the fucking slightest. Just-" He paused for a moment. "Why couldn't you have picked something closer? It feels like you didn't even try! Like from the beginning, I was the only one fighting for this!" Not thinking logically, his heart clearly had control of the reins now.

Your heart clenched at the accusation and tears welled up in your eyes. "That place was my last choice!" You stomped your foot on the hard floor and you lost all composure. "Everywhere else would either have me in debt for the rest of my life or barely able to afford rent while going!"

You paused and stared at him, your heart heavy with sadness and anger. How could he not understand this is just as hard for you as it was for him? How could he even think you would do this if you had another choice?

"You really think I wanted this? Seriously? You think I picked this place just so I could get away from you?"

Raph crossed his arms and stared at his two giant toes. "Well...yeah. It kind of feels that way! I mean, I am a giant mutant turtle, with one hell'uva ugly mug for a face!” He pointed at himself, his eyes still focused on the ground. “All I've ever heard of about college is how it's supposed to be the best years of your life! Where you have the most fun, and find out who you are. And you're going to be doing all that without me! You're gonna move on, and be happy. While I'm stuck down here in this shit-hole!" He jabbed a finger at you, his lips curled back into a snarl.

Leo watched from a distance with his other brothers, shaking his head in disappointment. His hand covered his mouth in order to stop himself from saying anything. On one hand, he understood his brother's frustration; on the other, Raphael was just making himself the victim. Lashing out at the one and only being that had shared a connection with him on a totally different level than anyone before.

He knew Raphael was going to regret this, but there was nothing he could do to stop him now.

You just stared at him with teary eyes and a quivering chin. Your entire body shook with anger and grief. He had a point; you were going to experience a large chunk of your life without him. It hurt, knowing you wouldn't have him to talk to at two in the morning when you couldn't sleep, or feel safe walking alone at night knowing he would be there to help you. You wanted him to be there, more than anything, but it just wouldn't work. There was just no way any of it could work.

"You're right. I am going to experience things," you said as your shoulder slumped in defeat. "And I'm sorry I can't bring you with me or share them with you. But...but Raph I have a life up there!" The truth hurt you and you knew it hurt him just as much. You could feel the three other pairs of eyes on you as you continued. "There are I things I have to make sure I do and damn it. I can't...I can't screw myself over for the rest of my life because I didn't want to hurt your feelings!" The tears flowed down your cheeks as you sobbed. "I love you and I care about you. But I need your support in this one thing!"

Raph looked down again, not speaking for a long while. When he finally looked back up at you, he was teary eyed but his expression was stern. " I can't be with you on this..." He stated and walked off to his room in the lair.

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Your final day in New York was finally here. The truck was parked on the street, already almost completely full of your things. Raphael did not come to you the night before despite your invitation. It did not surprise you though, especially since he had not spoken a word to you after your fight. Your heart was heavy with disappointment and sadness; you really were hoping he would at least say 'good-bye' before you left, but even that was too much to hope for apparently.

You stood in your now empty room with your messenger bag clinging to your shoulders. There was no doubt you would miss the place and you hoped you could move back to New York one day. Maybe then Raphael would want to speak to you again.

Originally you were going to leave through the door like a normal person but some sort of sixth sense tugged at your gut. You wanted to go down the fire escape one last time; after all, you had climbed down that rickety old thing before when you would sneak out to go see the turtles. Going down one more time would not hurt anybody. You adjusted the strap of your and climbed down the old metal stairs and into the alley below.

It never seemed to matter what time of day it was but the alley always seemed to be very dark. As you stepped forward your eyes snapped down to the manhole cover in the ground and a flood of fond memories overwhelmed you. Your throat tightened and you sniffled a bit, but you kept moving forward. As you passed the round slab, you noticed it was not quite back in place. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around quickly, catching a glimpse of a familiar red bandanna disappearing behind a corner.

Immediately your heart pounded quickly and a smile spread across your face. You ran up to the corner and jumped in front of the retreating turtle, blocking his path.

You both stared at each other, neither daring to speak first. Your happiness was overwhelming; you could not believe you actually got to see him one more time. Unable to contain yourself, you jumped up and hugged him tightly. Tears ran down your cheeks like a small stream trickling through a forest as you embraced him. You tried to appreciate everything your felt, smelled, and heard from him; this may be the last time you ever see him again and you would need to rely on your precious memories.

Raphael returned the hug but did not embrace you nearly as tight. He was afraid if he held on too hard or too long that he would take you back down to the lair. It was hard enough coming up here, he did not want to make it harder to watch you go.

You finally pulled away and tried to give him a kiss but he pushed you gently back. He did not need to say a word to you, but you could see the pained pleading look on his face. A part of you wanted to ignore his silent request and kiss him anyway, but knowing it would just hurt him more kept your feet at bay. Instead you simply stared at him through the tears, taking in every detail in his clothing and skin.

“I love you,” You whispered loud enough for him to hear. You could see his chest and shoulders raise slightly as he inhaled. Your feet stayed planted as you waited for a response from him, but the sai-wielding turtle did not utter a sound.

Very slowly you began a frown as he just kept staring at you. You knew he had things to say and you wanted to hear them. You didn't care if they were insults or even pleads for you to stay, you just wanted to hear the sound of his voice one more time before--

Beep beeeeep!

The honking of the truck's horn snapped you out of your train of thought. You looked down the alley and then back at Raphael. You felt your jaw clench and your lips press together in a thin line, trying your hardest not to sob.

“Well...Bye, Raphael.” You mumbled, lifting your hand in a weak attempt to wave. You walked past him, not daring to look at him again, and stopped at the end of the alleyway. The morning sun hit your face and you took a deep breath in. You were about to take the next step to your new life.

Your life without Raphael.

The sound of your shoe stepping on pavement had never been so loud to him before. You seemed to move faster than he expected and your form quickly disappeared behind the building. He waited until he heard the truck start up and pull away. It was not until he could not hear the large vehicle anymore did it suddenly dawn on him.

You were gone. You really were gone. Ever since the fight he had with you the temperamental turtle had thought this was all one big nightmare. He kept waiting to wake up, but nothing happened. Doubt began to fill his belly and his heart raced at the realization of what he had and had not done.

He wanted a re-do. He wanted to go back in time and accept all of your invitations to hang out; he wanted to hug you again, to not push you away when you wanted to kiss.

He wanted to tell you he loved you.

Grief and rage overtook every fiber of his being. He slipped back into the sewers and spent the remainder of the day demolishing every training dummy they had in the lair.

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