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probably-writing-x · 1 year

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House or Home

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Warnings: Toxic family relationships

Author's Note: Thank you so much for your request <3 Let me know if you have any more ideas

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"Okay, what do I need to know?" Drew asks from beside you, one hand on the wheel and the other splayed across your thigh.

"Urm..." You fiddle with a loose string on one of the rips in your baggy jeans, "I don't know if you want to know."

"Oh come on," He laughs, "It can't be that bad."

You turn your head on the headrest and smile at him, "Just don't let her get to you, please, I know what she can be like."

The two of you were on your way to visit your Mom's house, feeling it was the right time to do so now that you'd been dating Drew for over six months now. Meeting the family felt like the right step. You'd met Drew's family and they had adored you, made you feel welcome from the moment you'd stepped in the door. But that same energy didn't seem to extend to him getting to meet your family. Your Mom expected a lot from your life, she wanted you to have the perfect marriage and the perfect family - since it had always just been the two of you whilst you were growing up. And part of you was just so certain that, no matter what he did, Drew wouldn't get her approval.

"Hey, you okay?" He squeezes your thigh, indicating to turn the car into the junction of your street.

"I'm fine," You smile, "Just will be glad when this is over I think."

"Nah, Mom's love me," He winks at you, driving slowly up until your house when you point it out and he turns his car into the driveway.

You both get out and he catches up to your side of the car to lace your hand in his, squeezing it three times, and leaning down to press a kiss into your hair.

He walks close beside you up to the door where you knock and wait for your Mom to answer.

"Oh hello honey!" She beams when she sees you, engulfing you in her arms so tightly that you have to drop Drew's hand.

She smells of home but it was a scent you had seemed to grow away from recently.

"Mom, this is Drew," You say to her as you pull away, glancing back at him.

He's smiling without his teeth in the way that brightens his eyes, crinkling his crows feet on either side. His hair was still short after filming season three and you were sure it made him impossibly more handsome, giving focus to the structure of his face. He was sunkissed now too, the way that brought out the colour of his eyes even more.

"It's so lovely to meet you Ms. (Y/L/N)," He reaches out his arms to hug her and, to your surprise, she offers him a small embrace in return.

"Come in guys, dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

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Whilst your Mom busies herself in the kitchen finishing the last of the dinner, you're watching Drew look around in awe at the photos of you sprinkled around the room

"Alright, where were you in this one?" He points out a photo on the wall as you're looking at the ones along the fireplace.

"My first trip to the beach," You laugh, "I was one, I have no memory of it, and apparently I cried as soon as I touched the sand."

He laughs and comes back over the room towards you, wrapping his arms around your neck from behind so that his forearms rest crossed in front of you. Drew is tall enough to perch his chin atop your head, looking over you to see more of the photos.

"Oh this is my favourite one," He laughs, "You look so happy."

He points at one photo of you as a toddler, holding a puppy in your arms, a toothy grin towards the camera.

"Oh yeah, I was," You chuckle, "It was the best day ever."

"We should get a dog one day," Drew comments, dipping his head to kiss your temple, "A big one."

You turn your gaze to try to look up at him, "You're already thinking about us getting a dog?"

Drew grins at you, "Aren't you?"

You're interrupted by your Mom calling from the kitchen to tell you that dinner is ready, and Drew drops his arms down to squeeze your hips, following behind you as the two of you walk into the dining room.

~~~

It's about halfway through the dinner when her innocent questions seem to take a turn. She'd been asking about your drive here, whether you guys were going to stay tonight, if you had any plans for vacations soon. And then her attention turns solely to Drew.

"So, Drew, (Y/N) tells me you're an actor," She comments, setting her fork down as if wanting no part of her attention to be away from him, "I haven't seen you in anything."

He clears his throat, "Yeah, yeah, I am. I've done a few films, but at the minute people recognise me most for being in a Netflix show, I play the villain so not exactly the most likeable character."

"And do you want to carry on acting?"

You clench your cutlery a little harder, glancing at him like you're expecting him to panic any minute now.

"Yeah, that's the aim," He smiles politely, "I guess I never really found much else that I was good at, but it seems to be going well for now."

"For now," She raises her brows, "Is that going to keep you going to invest in a home, support your wife, support a family?"

"Mom," You say in a warning tone, "This isn't the 1950s. If we had a house, or a family, we'd both be responsible for supporting it."

She looks at you for only a second before turning back to him, "I'm just concerned that is not exactly the most stable career, and I wouldn't want to think of my daughter having to support the two of you so that you can fulfil dreams that all unrealistic children had at one point."

"Mom!" You raise your voice a little, dropping your fork onto the plate.

Drew reaches a hand out to you under the table, squeezing a hand around your thigh like the smallest piece of comfort he knew to provide;

"I know there's a risk that comes with acting, but it's what I love doing, and I'm doing pretty good at it right now," He speaks so calmly, not a single ounce of anger lacing his words, "I'm very lucky to be with your daughter, and I know that. And I love her, and I love being with her, but I'd be lying to myself if I tried to do a career that I didn't want to do. I'm very thankful that (Y/N) wants to support me with that and I'm sorry if you don't feel the same."

Your mother is completely silent, her mouth opening and shutting as if trying to figure out what to say next, though seemingly with no words coming to mind.

“I’ll go and put the dessert in the oven,” She comments quietly, pushing away from the table and disappearing into the kitchen.

~~~

The rest of the visit was spent acting like nothing had happened. Your Mom started talking about something she’d seen on the news, Drew talks about his family, you stay relatively silent. You’re thankful when Drew puts a hand on your leg and asks if you should be getting out of here soon. Your Mom wraps you in a hug and tells you to visit more often, shaking Drew’s hand before the front door closes between you. He opens your passenger door for you and you get in, still not speaking.

“Hey,” Drew puts an arm around the back of your shoulders, his finger gripping your shoulder to massage the skin, “Talk to me. What’s up?”

You look at him and see the innocence in his eyes, the way he was so nonchalant about the whole thing, “You shouldn’t have to put up with that Drew, she was so out of line to talk to you like that.”

Your bottom lip starts to quiver and you bite it to try to stop yourself from crying.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Drew furrows his brows, gripping both of your hands in his, “Don’t worry about me. I don’t care about what she said.”

“But she-“

“I’m serious (Y/N), I don’t care what she thinks,” He squeezes your fingers, “If I was bothered every time someone told me that my career was unrealistic, I wouldn’t be here.”

You laugh a little and he smiles at his ability to lessen your worry.

“I meant what I said, I know how lucky I am that you believe in me,” He encourages, “And if your Mom doesn’t, that’s okay too. I’ll see her at the wedding.”

You hit his chest and he laughs deeply, his eyes creasing.

“Okay maybe not that just yet, but I do mean it,” The sincerity falls back into his features, “We don’t get to pick our parents, but, luckily for me, we do get to pick the Moms for our kids.”

You shake your head, “You’re so cheesy.”

Drew shrugs his shoulders, leaning in until his lips are mere inches from yours, “You love me.”

You hum in response and he kisses your lips gently.

“Ready to get out of here?”

You nod and he kisses you again, dropping his hand down onto your thigh as soon as he can afford to have a hand free from the wheel, the view of your childhood home soon disappearing from the rearview mirror.

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writingdump12 · 2 months

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Simon “ghost” Riley x female!OC

Haven’t exactly fleshed this out yet but I had to get this out of my head first. This is long, and may will be shite. First fanfic I’ve written in about 12 years - so go easy on me :) Not proofread sorry!!

Callsign: Rusty

“Hey, Sarge. ‘Mon join us.”

Johnny’s voice called out to her as she passed the rec room. Still-damp hair, tied into a braid, swung around her shoulder as she turned to face her fellow sergeant.

He was standing around the dimly lit pool table, a bottle of something in one hand, a pool cue in the other. Beside him, Kyle Garrick was focused on the coloured balls on top, chin balanced on the cue as his eyes flickered between each one.

“You can be on my team - even the odds a bit!” Johnny spoke again, jerking his head back to coax her in.

Shrugging, Sergeant Aoife Kirkpatrick stepped into the room, passing a few other soldiers draped over couches and armchairs. It was late, by barracks standards. But a rare day off awaiting intel provided the base with a much needed reason to blow off steam - curfews be damned.

Approaching the pool table, Aoife noticed a shadow lingering just behind it, opposite Johnny and Gaz.

Ah, even the odds…

Lieutenant Riley was propped up against the wall, his own pool cue by his side. A dark hoodie covered his head, while the painted white of a skeletal jaw and chin poked out from underneath. The whites of his eyes just barely shining in the overhead lighting.

“Cheers, Lass. I’m getting my arse kicked with these two.” Johnny took another swig of his bottle, before stretching and passing her a spare cue and blue chalk.

“Mate, you were the one bummin’ and blowin’ about not needing an extra person, don’t be acting like the kicked puppy now you’ve got an audience.” Gaz rolled his eyes with a smirk as he finally settled on his target. Bending at the waist he locked eyes with Aoife, ticking his head up in greeting, before refocusing and aiming his shot.

“Och, away off with ye. I didn’t exactly think LT would agree now, did I?”

“Fair warning, Soap,” Aoife spoke as she rubbed the blue chalk along the head of the pool cue.

“-I’m a little rusty.”

A small huff came from the back wall. Aoife glanced at the lurking shadow, making brief eye contact before settling a bit behind Soap as he prepared to take his turn.

“Where were you coming from, Sarge?” Gaz asked before lifting his own bottle and bringing it to his lips.

“Showers. Was down in the range for a few hours, but the heat in there would have killed ye. Could murder one of those though.” Nodding her head at the bottle in each soldiers hand.

“Got you covered.” Came a voice from behind, before being handed a glass bottle, cap already off. Aoife looked from the bottle, to the skeletal fingers holding it. Her gaze travelled up the arm, before locking eyes with Ghost.

“Oh, cheers LT.” She said, eyes crinkling in a small smile. She hadn’t even noticed him leave his corner, nevermind his trip to the fridge. Taking the bottle, she pressed it to her lips, taking a long pull.

“My turn.” Ghost murmured, confidently pressing himself against the table, securing his target, and with the deadly accuracy she’d come to expect from her Lieutenant, pocketed not one, but two balls.

“Ye wee bastard!-“Johnny crowed, running a hand through his mohawk. “-Sir.”

Aoife snickered, watching the tall man saunter back to his corner. She was up next. Passing her bottle to Soap, Aoife studied the table. Not really much to go on, but luckily she’d been bluffing slightly when she said she was rusty.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Fuckin’ Rusty, my arse!” Johnny cheered as he potted the remaining black ball, signalling their win.

“What the fuck was that?!” He whirled around to Aoife, who was standing with a small grin on her face. Shrugging, she took another long swig from her bottle.

“We used to play back at Curragh. Got pretty good at it in between modules,” She shrugged. “And me Da used to take me with him to the pub when he was off duty. We’d have spent hours down there, talkin’ shite, ‘til Mam had to come down and drag us both back by the ears. Crazy woman.” Aoife laughed, shaking her head. You don’t mess with a woman from Belfast, her Dad had always whispered to her on the way home.

Her fellow soldiers chuckled, before the four of them settled into a comfortable silence.

“Up for another?” She asked, looking around at Gaz and Johnny.

“Not a chance, mate,” Gaz laughed, setting his pool cue into it’s holder before plopping down on the worn sofa near to the table. Aoife turned her gaze to Soap with a questioning eyebrow.

“Nah Lass, I can’t stay much longer - I’m taking drills tomorrow morning,” Johnny sighed, slumping next to Gaz and thumping his feet up on top of the battered coffee table in front. “That, and I’d rather keep my dignity intact.” He added, throwing her a wink.

Aoife threw him her middle finger, before shrugging, “suit yourself.”

“I’ll play.” Came the rumbling voice of her LT.

Aoife’s head whirled around to face him, eyes crinkling once more in a smile. “You’re on, Riley.”

“Oh now this’ll be good.” Johnny piped up from the sofa.

“Thought you had drills in the morning?” Gaz laughed, poking his elbow into the sergeants side.

“Aye, but this I have tae see.”

Aoife watched as Ghost reset the table, nimble fingers grabbing each ball and placing them inside the little black triangle.

“Who goes first?” He asked, lifting the rack and placing it on the shelf underneath the table.

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Affirm.”

“What do I get when I win?” Aoife smirked up at the taller man, his brown eyes focused on their hands before flitting up to meet hers.

“Don’t get cocky, sergeant.” Damn, rock beats scissors. Ghost would go first. He stayed rooted to his spot in front of her, though. Close enough for her to see his blond eyelashes peeking out from behind the soft balaclava he wore.

“Seriously though. What do I get?”

“What do you want?”

“The mask. Take it off.”

“Show my face?”

“Yessir.”

“Negative.”

Aoife scoffed, turning away from him as he huffed air out of his nose again, his brown eyes amused.

The two soldiers took it in turns, potting a couple of balls between them. Soap and Gaz were still watching, providing commentary on the game, and talking quietly amongst themselves between shots. The game was pretty well tied by now, neither willing to lose to the other. With only 2 balls left, if Aoife could make these next shots, she’d win. However, time was marching on, and she was beginning to feel the effects of two beers, and a long day at the range. Her shoulder was beginning to grow stiff, and she had already had to stifle a few yawns behind her hand.

“So what do I get when I win?” Came her lieutenants voice as he finished his go. His voice sounded like it had dropped an octave, the rich timbre pleasant to her ears. Looking up at him, she met his gaze again, and narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t get cocky, LT,” Aoife repeated his line back to him, making his brown eyes shine once more in thinly veiled amusement. Aoife’s stomach did a little flip. Had he always had such pretty eyes?

“Not cocky. Just curious.” He rumbled, turning to face the pool table again. Aoife narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

“Alright. Well, I’m too tired to think of anything right now, so I guess you can take your pick. Whatever you want. Within reason!” She added on quickly, noticing Johnny perk up at the suggestion. The scot chuckled, before settling himself down again beside a softly snoring Gaz.

“Copy.”

Aoife nodded to him then stepped towards the pool table once more. Lining up her shot, she had to bend a bit further at the waist than usual, her weight balancing on her toes to give her enough lift.

Steady…

Pulling the cue back to shoot, Aoife felt a tap to the inside of her foot. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough for her foot to slide further away, her shot pulling wide, causing her to miss the ball she had aimed at by a mile.

Righting her balance, Aoife whipped herself around to see Ghost standing not too far from her - definitely closer than he had been - his eyes twinkling from under his hood.

“Bad luck, Sarge” He said, voice that same deep tone.

“Bad luck?! Yer a cheat, Riley!” Aoife laughed in disbelief. She watched as the top of Ghost’s balaclava shifted, as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Prove it.”

“Johnny! You saw that didn’t you? He kicked my foot?”

“Sorry, Lass, missed it.” Yawned Johnny, looking up from his phone and giving it a small wave.

Aoife scowled at him, before whirling back towards her cheating lieutenant and closing the gap between them slightly.

“I’m watching you, LT,” she muttered, poking her finger into his chest.

“Solid copy.” He said, gloved hands wrapping around her wrist and gently pulling it away, touch lingering as he brushed past her to line up his shot, and pot both balls to win the game.

Aoife rolled her eyes before conceding defeat.

Soap cheered, clapping his hands on his thighs and standing up, jostling poor Gaz.

“Wellp, better luck next time hen,” he said, pulling his friend up by the arm and started off towards the door, patting Ghost on the shoulder on their way out. That left Ghost and Aoife on their own in the rec room, the other soldiers having left long ago. The two of them tidied what mess they’d made, putting bottles in the bin and restacking the pool cues, before meeting again in the middle of the room.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you back.” Ghost nodded to the doorway.

“I think that’s the least you could do after pulling such a dirty trick.”

“Don’t know what you’re on about.”

“Uh huh.”

The two soldiers lapsed into silence as they walked the long dark corridors back to their respective halls. Aoife yawned a few times more, so ready to pass out onto her bed. Soon enough, they came to her door.

“Thanks for playing with me, LT. I had fun. You’ll have to let me know when you want to cash in your winnings,” Aoife winked, stifling another yawn with the back of her hand. She gave him a little wave, and turned to unlock her door. Only, a gloved had reached out and grabbed her hand, turning her back to face him.

Aoife watched as he held her fingers in one hand, then lifted his other hand to slip underneath the balaclava at his neck. She held her breath as the black material whispered against his neck, fingers dragging it slowly past his chin, to rest on top of his nose.

Aoife’s eyes drank in what details they could in the dim corridor. Pale skin, barely there stubble, a faded scar spearing through his lips that parted slightly as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

The sergeant held her breath as Ghost lifted her fingers towards his lips, and damn near saw stars when he placed a warm, gentle kiss along her knuckles. His eyes met hers as he pulled away, watching, and waiting for her reaction.

Finally taking a breath, Aoife met his gaze. His dark brown eyes searched hers as he lowered her hand again, giving it a small squeeze. Coming to her senses, Aoife squeezed his fingers back, making sure to not break eye contact as her lips lifted in a small, shy smile.

“Night, LT.”

Ghost let go of her fingers and took a step back from her door, giving her a small nod, eyes crinkling imperceptively under his mask.

“Night, Rusty.”

Well, there it is. I’m not 100% happy with it, I wanted to add something more about her callsign, but fuck it it’s 1:30am and I’m knackered. Maybe I’ll add to it, who knows. Anyway - taadaa????

#simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #cod #mw2 #cod ghost #ofc #original character #ghost is a dork at heart

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lerknow · 6 months

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Distraction~

Distraction Lee! Soobin Ler! Yeonjun

"Comfort After a Scary Movie" Week 3 of Crow's TickleTober

Synopsis: Soobin is made to watch a horror movie with his members in honour of halloween month. He doesn't do well but Yeonjun helps keep his mind off the film.

Warnings: This is Tickle Fiction, Scary Movies

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"No horror. I repeat, No horror-"

"C'mon Soobin, It's October. You have to get into the spooky mood, at least a little,"

Yeonjun teases, trying to convince the Scardy cat of a bunny to watch the new Saw movie.

"Yeah, just this once," Beomgyu pouts, trying his best puppy eyes on Soobin.

Soobin huffs back, clearly not having whatever Beomgyu was pulling. Why couldn't they just watch it without him later?

4 out of 5 members were waiting for free time to finally catch up with the franchise, with tonight being the perfect time. They finally had their well-deserved time off, and they wanted to use it wisely.

"There is no 'mood' I want to be in other than calm. Let's just watch a Disney movie or something."

"Booooring!" Kai chimes in, earning a few laughs from the group, which were easily drowned out by his own

As the leader, Soobin usually had at least a little bit of authority, but when it came to movie nights, everyone seemed to forget his position. Throwing it all away to be the first one to the remote. The youngest's always pulling the ‘maknae' card.

"How about you just go make popcorn? I’ll pick a good one," Taehyun reaches over, snatching the remote from Beomgyu's grasp, which caused him to pout again with an exaggerated whine.

Soobin nodded. Trusting Taehyun enough with the remote to honour his request, he made his way to the kitchen to make their snack.

He took his time making two giant bowls of popcorn to be shared between the five of them. Being nice and mixing in extra melted butter. Soobin was getting excited; maybe they'll watch Encanto again or one of the classics.

"Okay, so what movie did we-" Soobin stopped in his tracks, glaring at the tv screen in front of him. Against his wishes, Taehyun had put on, not the newest Saw, but the previous one. Soobin forgot how much Taehyun loved to mess with him too.

"Before you get mad," Taehyun put his hands up in surrender. "It's all Beomgyu's fault."

"NUH UH!" Beomgyu shouted, ready to argue.

Soobin sighed, placing the bowls in the member's hands. He situated himself between Beongyu and Yeonjun on the couch, hiding his eyes in his hands.

"Just... press play" Soobin mumbles to the group.

"Really?" Yeonjun gave Soobin a concerned look, as if to say 'are you really sure about that?'

"I'll survive; don't worry." Soobin shoos them away with his hands, not wanting this discussion to go on any longer. The sooner they start, the sooner it ends.

The members were prepared to get chewed out by their leader for the suggestion alone, but that wasn't the outcome. They cheered silently and pressed play on their remote. Taehyun tosses it down onto the coffee table.

Through the beginning of the movie, Soobin was determined to look anywhere but the screen. Pretending the half-eaten popcorn bowl was more interesting or how cool the ceiling was with all of those bumps. Every so often he would look up when he heard the member's reactions die down but every single time he regretted what he saw.

Soobin sat in shock, looking straight down into his lap, refusing to look up if even something slightly unsettling was visible on the screen.

"Hey Soobin," he heard Yeonjun's voice whisper close to him. It caught him off guard, almost sending the bowl into the air with his flinch. "You okay?"

Soobin thought about it. Obviously, it wouldn't be good to lie and say everything was alright, but he also didn't want to make the members feel bad. He did originally say it was fine after all.

"Yeah. Is the movie good?" Soobin reflected, focusing on Yeonjun instead of the screen. The flashing colours in his peripheral vision making him anxious.

"You don't look too okay.”

He could tell? He was the oldest; of course he could tell. With a sigh, Soobin nodded. They could all read each other like a book.

“I'm scared, but like… I just need a distraction; this bowl of popcorn is getting boring." Soobin moves the bowl to their coffee table. Immediately, being snatched by Kai from the floor.

“I can help; come here.” With a soft smile, Yeonjun let Soobin lay closer to him, hiding his view from the screen while a particularly horrifying scene played out.

Soobin appreciated moments like this with his members. Not so much the movie, but how much they care for each other like family.

Soobin was comfortable now, nearly too comfortable, almost falling asleep against Yeonjun's shoulder as he rubbed his back, almost on instinct.

It was fine for a while, until the sounds of the movie caught Soobin's attention. Cringing in his seat, Soobin blocked his view with his hands again, making sure he wasn’t able to see whatever horrific thing the directors decided to add.

While he was focused on the sounds, Soobin was caught off guard by a new but familiar feeling. The firm hand he felt against his back shifted into softer claw hands. Nails gently scraping across the surface of Soobin's shirt. As much as it was calming, Soobin couldn't suppress a shiver at the now ticklish feeling.

Soobin was never the most ticklish member, but every single time, Yeonjun seemed to find his weak spots. Soobin melted into the couch, trying not to give away his reactions. Pressing his lips together firmly as he faced the back of the couch.

What Soobin didn't know was this was all on purpose and not an accident due to lack of attention. Yeonjun wasn’t lying when he said he would help with a distraction. He didn’t exactly say what kind of distraction, though.

Yeonjun continued his almost painfully slow tickling to Soobin's back, earning a few quiet giggles from time to time. Yeonjun kept switching between using his nails and the pads of his fingers to see which affected Soobin the most and kept his mind off of the now even worse noises coming from the speakers.

Yeonjun pretended to pay attention to the movie, now more entertained by Soobin's attempt at acting like he wasn't ticklish. He couldn't help but glance at him, shaking. To anyone else, it would look like he was that terrified by the movie but to Yeonjun, it was another story. He was trying not to laugh at the scene in front of him.

Yeonjun decided the subtlety was up, jabbing quite roughly against Soobin's ribs, which ripped a loud squeak from his throat at the same time as the movie played a terrifyingly loud scream. It was a successful attempt to distract Soobin into not being jumpscared by the movie instead. Soobin didn’t even realize it either.

A little embarrassed, Soobin covered his mouth while Yeonjun continued to pester him with pokes. Now knowing Yeonjun was doing it willingly, he felt 10 times more vulnerable to the ticklish feeling now trailing down his sides.

Soobin was currently trying his best to stay still while Yeonjun squeezed him like a stress ball. Almost kicking Beomgyu, who was still beside him. Somehow, he hadn’t caught on. Maybe he did notice and was pretending as if he didn't. No, he knew Beomgyu, and Beomgyu would definitely not let a moment like this go by without playing along.

"Are you doing good now?" Yeonjun checked in on Soobin, chuckling at the way he froze before nodding without looking up. Clearly not wanting to see either the screen or Yeonjun's pleased face,

"The movie's over, by the way," Yeonjun whispers to Soobin, stopping his ticklish distraction. Soobin untwists himself from the position he somehow wiggled himself into, blinking at the blank screen.

"Finally, it’s over-"

"Hey guys, do you wanna watch the next one now?" Beomgyu asks the group, looking towards Soobin as if asking for his permission only.

Soobin sighs towards Yeonjun, knowing exactly what was coming next.

"Fine, I don't mind." Soobin turned back around to ignore the screen yet again as Yeonjun started up his little distraction again.

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midnight-moth · 1 year

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Mushy May Day 10: Staring in Adoration & Mutually Pining

Fandom: Ghost

Pairing: Ifrit/Dewdrop

Rating: General

Words: 1120

Mushy May orchestrated by @forlorn-crows

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Ifrit should’ve known from that moment, when Dew climbed into his lap, that he was now wrapped around his scaly finned tail. He found himself being led by an invisible tether, following the water ghoul everywhere he went.

His intention was subtlety. But judging from the amount of times he saw Dew’s head turn a fraction, one icey blue eye peeking out between a break in his sheet of silver hair, he knew. Dew absolutely knew that Ifrit was watching him. Staring at him.

Ifrit felt like practice was fair game, only looking out for the health of Dew’s hands of course, trailing him out of the room to massage the ache out of his bones and tendons.

He would be looking up from underneath his dark brows at Dew’s face. Dew usually kept his eyes shut. But every now and again Ifrit saw a fraction of colour, the aperture of Dew’s pupil flaring as it met Ifrit’s own, splashed with the colour of autumn leaves.

He’d even asked Mountain for one of his botanical oils.

Medical properties or no, he wanted it to smell nice. He’d spend the rest of the evening inhaling the scent of lavender embedded in his skin, wondering what Dew was doing, where he was, who he was with.

Ifrit told himself he was just looking out for their most recent summon, that he was obviously having trouble adjusting, that he needed help navigating this new world. But all who knew him saw that Ifrit was absolutely enamored with Dew. That his line of sight was always directed at Dewdrop.

“Dude, you’re drooling.”

Ifrit snapped his head forward, swiping at his mouth. “Am not.” He tried to ignore Aether’s obnoxious snickering.

“Well, could’ve fooled me, the way you’re sitting there with your mouth hanging open, staring at him. Or are you trying to catch flies?”

“No - uh - I’m not staring - I was just zoning out.”

“No, you were zoning in, on Dewdrop’s face. Although I’ve gotta say, that’s more polite than when you stare at his ass, or his co-.”

Aether had never seen the fire ghoul blush before. “Do not finish that sentence. And as if you all haven’t been waiting to devour him like a pack of wild dogs.”

“Maybe so. But you’ve got it bad. Maybe you should say so before he files a restraining order.” Aether stood, taking his plates to the busing station against the wall. He waved his goodbye, and then moved on to making a lewd gesture whilst pointing in Dew’s direction. Ifrit flipped him off in response.

He spent the rest of his meal absentmindedly picking at his food, catching his eyes traveling back to the water ghoul sitting with Zephyr in the opposite corner.

He’s long since finished eating, but he remained seated. Pretending that there was something very interesting in the newspaper one of the siblings left behind.

He let the pages bend back to steal more glances in Dew’s direction, until he heard the scraping of chairs. He pulled the long sheets up in front of his face to hide.

Unable to discern the footsteps of any particular ghoul around him, he wasn’t sure where Dew went, but he hadn’t seen him pass through the doors. Concentrating so hard on his whereabouts that he didn’t notice Dew had snuck up behind hom.

He became aware of Dew’s presence when he felt something cool drape across his neck. He looked down to see the end of Dew’s tail flicking back and forth across his chest.

“H-hey, didn’t see you there.” Ifrit cringed as he registered how awkward he sounded.

“Oh? I was sure you did see me. My mistake.”

“Well, I mean I saw you, over there.”

“So, I was thinking you could work your magic on my shoulders. The bass is really heavy.” Ifrit didn’t need to look, he was sure Dew’s expression was something akin to cartoon puppy eyes.

“Yeah, I mean, sure. Yes.” Did he need to say yes 3 different ways? Maybe, as he digested the idea of running his hands over Dew’s slender back, fingers gliding across his skin with the aid of the oil Mountain made him.

“Thank you.”

“You want to do it - now?”

“Sure, if you’re not busy.”

“No.” Ifrit wanted to bang his head on the table. How could someone so soft spoken and seemingly shy unnerve him so deeply that he couldn’t speak properly.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Ifrit followed a pace behind as Dew led the way to his room. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself once inside, sitting on the edge of the bed twirling his thumbs.

He felt Dew’s eyes on him but he didn’t dare look up, lest he make an even bigger ass of himself. He registered Dew’s movement out of the corner of his eye. Sliding his shoes off, tossing his sweater on a chair.

He peeled off his t-shirt, throwing it in the same direction. Ifrit was the fire ghoul but Dew was the one making the room unbearably hot. Ifrit nearly choked on his own saliva when he heard Dew’s belt slithering through the loops.

His sanity was preserved as Dew’s unintentional strip tease ended. He let his eyes flit to the left, and indeed Dew was still staring at him. Was this some kind of revenge? Maybe he needed to apologize.

“M’kay I’m ready.” Dew crawled on to the bed, laying prone in the center of the mattress. Ifrit had thought Dew would just sit in front of him. Now he had to worry about not crushing his small frame underneath his much larger one.

Ifrit positioned himself over his slim thighs, hovering, he’d poured out far too much oil but Dew didn't seem to mind. As Ifrit worked his hands over him, he searched for the tension that Dew complained of but he found none. No knots, no inflammation, no stiffness. Still, Dew purred in pleasure as Ifrit’s hands slid across his skin.

“Is this helping?”

“Oh yes, very much.”

Ifrit continued in silence, listening to Dew’s little chirps and moans. “You know, your back feels much better than your hands did.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t really hurt that bad. I just figured if you were going to keep staring at me all day and not doing anything about it, I’d just invite you to put your hands all over me.”

Ifrit blushed furiously for the second time in his life, but his hands maintained their course, dipping below the waistband of his jeans to knead his thumbs into the twin dimples on his lower back.

Dew abruptly flipped on to his back, hands snaking up Ifrit’s thighs, taking in his wide eyed expression with a coy smile. “It’s okay.” Dew assured him. “I was staring too. I’m just more discreet about it.”

#dewdrop is a brat #Ifrit cannot resist the lure of pretty fishy Dew #Ifrit is a goner #mushy may #midnight moth mushy may 2023 #midnight moth writes

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thessalian · 6 months

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Thess vs Party Pets

So, to cheer myself up a little, a quick listing of known pets as carted around by my D&D party

Flitty: currently-green faerie dragon (though Flitty would argue that the party are his pets, thank you very much). Tends to be found snuggling in Rylan's scarf or doing the happy-budgie tap-dance across Barnabus' horns.

Noop: very large, very fluffy, off-yellow barn cat, probably part whatever the equivalent my game world has to a Maine Coon. Lives at Hearthhome. Somewhat crotchety.

Puffy: very small, very elderly in-world-Pomeranian-equivalent. Mostly whitish. Lives at the Crestwinds'. No longer very mobile but is very, very happy when Remi comes to visit.

Legolas: white dire moose. Currently has wings, Because Reasons. Mostly lives at Hearthhome at the moment. Surprisingly intelligent, prone to occasional fits of sulk when Alisaie has to leave him behind, but probably having fun with Hearthhome's huge crowd of kids.

Butterscotch: living plush toller retriever puppy. Named for the colour of his fur. Generally lives in Ava's pack, occasionally coming out to lollop around and beg affection. Kind of a doofus (but his head is literally full of fluff, so what do you expect?)

Sapphire: living plush kitten (whatever the game-world equivalent of a Balinese is). Named for the colour of her eyes. Currently winged, Because Reasons (Clarity's patron has this thing about the be-winged, I guess?) Mostly found in Clarity's pack, occasionally coming out to curl up on people. Is very much A Cat.

Michigan: newest addition - what is known as a Church griffin. Basically miniature griffin, about the size of a corgi, and in this case themed on corvid rather than raptor. Currently living on Hazel's shoulder, will be sent to Hearthhome shortly. Is very much what you get when you combine the FAFO tendencies of crows and cats in one rather sturdy little pile of fur and feathers (see also: "you little gremlin").

Norman: the giant badger found in Clarity's Bag of Tricks. Clarity has named every single animal in that bag, but Norman gets a special mention because every time we have rolled for animals coming out of the bag, there has always been Norman. (Also because Clarity has recently gone Paladin but is kind of as much of an atheist as you can be when you live in a world where your cleric girlfriend has conversations with her god on the semi-regular so got her Archfey patron to replace Shield of Faith with Shield of Norman.)

We only don't count Sheepshank (rope dragon) because he's technically Lira's.

#Thess RPs

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simandy · 9 months

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hello hello! sorry to bother but I'm having a problem with the mantis hair. the puppy crow colours show as a separate broken item in cas for me even though I have the base mesh for it. I'm not sure why, is there any fix for it? I love you cc BTW!!

And you're not the first person! I see, I'll have to take a look!!!

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wilbur-the-little-goat · 1 year

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Pinned post!!

Hello!! We are the Cosmic system🌌, and we run this blog, so get to know us a bit better ^^

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Homophobes, transphobes, racists, sexists, pr0sh!ippers, age pl*y, pet pl*y, 18+, nsfw, k*nk (even if 'sfw'), petre antis, agere antis, xenogender antis, neopronouns antis, dd!g or varients, people who sexualize sfw stuff, irl shippers, endogenic systems (or supporters), people who support problematic creators, pr*-life, pr*-ed, pr*-s/h, homophobes, transphobes, exclusionists of any kind, sys-course, pluralphobes, gore blogs,

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Age regressors, pet regressors, care givers, (non-toxic) mcyt fans, systems, sys-kids, age dreamers, pet dreams, therians, otherkins,

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Name: Wilbur 🪶 (I'm the host of the system!)

Ages i regress to: 0-10

Animals i regress to: Goats, racoons, kittens, puppies, crows

Pronouns: https://en.pronouns.page/@will.the.bee

Gender: Transmasc non-binary & xenofluid!

Other things: Therian/other kin, and host to a traumagenic system! Other people who might front:

Tommy {He-it-xey-cloud-ey} 🧃 Toby {He-they-it-fluff-goat-ey} 💚 Mike {He-they-it + any neos}

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Comfort streamers/youtubers: Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot, Grian, Jack Manifold, LD Shadowlady

Favourite animals: Goats, dogs, foxes, frogs, wolves, cats

Favourite colours: Blues, greens, white

Comfort things: Youtube, stuffies, blankets, animal ears/tails, fairy lights, regressing (petre and agere), cuddles, music, quietness, soft lights

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Looking forward to meeting new and super cool people, also i barely post so don't expect me to be active ^^

#petre #agere #pinned post #wilbur the little goat #intro

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Does Vampanthony have a special way in which he shows Kate how he feels about her?? Or like little things he does after they are together?

Vampanthony likes to pretend he's very scary, sitting in his little booth, watching Kate work, growling whenever he smells men's interest in her and Kate just breezes past kissing his forehead like Babe stop growling, you're practically vibrating and he drops into Puppy mode.

This Anthony also has the added benefit that when he feeds from her Kate's thoughts and feelings and memories even are transferred to him in part. He can feel what she feels, feel how much she loves him. It also means he gets some of her passing thoughts, or wants and sometimes it lends him to being a little ridiculous.

Like the time he showed up on the street outside her flat, honking the horn of a car desperately until Kate's head appeared in the window.

"Demon, What-?"

"Surprise!" Anthony crowed nearly over flowing with delight, his chest puffing proudly.

"What the fuck?!" Kate's confusion is so palpable he can taste it as she hurries onto to the street, Anthony tossing her the keys.

"You wanted a car! I got you a car! Is it not the right colour? I think I remembered right."

And Kate's just staring slack jawed. "Anthony, I don't- What?"

Anthony's already got his arms wrapped around her waist, breathing in her scent deeply. "I saw last night, you want a car so you don't have to walk in the rain."

His lips land lightly on her mark, the spot he feeds from that will never heal, a sign of their connection.

"Anthony, you can't just- buy me a car." Her tone is a little exasperated, eyes unsure though he can tell she wants to accept it. "What's next? A house?"

"Do you want a house? We can go looking today, if you want."

"Anthony, that's not the point." Kate sighed, her fingernails scratching against his scalp in a way that had him biting back a purr. "I can't give you things like this, I don't have anything to offer you and-"

But Anthony cuts her off, his forehead pressed against hers. "I have waited an entire lifetime, more, to find you. There's nothing more I could want than that but you have to know, there's nothing on this earth I wouldn't give you. Besides, if you don't drive it, it'll just sit on this curb, and that seems a little tragic no?"

She bears his mark, but he can't bear hers, so when she gives him the little dog collar he knows it's a joke, but he wears it on his wrist. A sign that he is hers as well.

#yours to tame #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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sadgirlsimsss · 5 months

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Athena Wren [teen] Vegan, Genius, Determined

Copperdale

Athena is the captain of the debate team (and editor of the unofficial school paper). She's passionate about the environment and animal rights. As soon as she graduates, hopefully as the valedictorian she intends to go to Britechester to study Animal Sciences so that she can follow her dream of opening her own veterinary practice in Evergreen Harbour. In her spare time she listens to paranormal podcasts, and she has a secret passion for romcoms. She has an on and off situationship with her friend Donte, but she plans on ditching him long before college applications need to go in.

#ts4 #sims 4 cc #simblr #sims 4 #sims 4 custom content #ts4 cc #my sims #sims 4 screenshots #wcif #ts4 townies

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incandescentsims · 2 years

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Puppy-Crow Recolours

@daylifesims’ 70s’ Hair Set, Power Punk Girls Set (+ Blondes Double Buns) and Scooby Doo Set recoloured in @simandy‘s Puppy-Crow Colours.

40x Addon swatches in Puppy-Crow Colours

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#ts4cc #s4cc #ts4mm #s4mm #the sims 4 #ts4 #puppy crow #puppy crow colours #incandescentsimsCC

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demoiselettes · 2 years

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HIIIII I'M BACK 👹

May i pleaseee request a match up? *Insert puppy eyes*

Okay so i'm a demi girl and i use she/they, also i'm atracted to both men and women andd my nickname's fifi or inu :>

As for physical apperence, i'll keep it pretty simple, i'm pretty chuby, shoulder lenght dirty-blonde hair, and, as sad as it seems, i'm pretty short...(5 foot 2 or 1,58 m)

As for personality, oh there's a lot but i'll make it as short as i can

So i'm a big asss foodie, i'm super duper clingy (like the girls in my class already know they'll all get at least 3 hugs a day), my forms of affection are physical touch and words of aff, i'm an INTP (if it helps, if not ignore it) i do enjoy my alone time tho, oh and if i'm mad, dont try to get close to me, i'll break your leg. Oh and also i absolutly adore animals (i had 3 squierls) 😊

Also i'm always forggeting things, dreaming, zoning out, just lost in toughts (or how tf you spell them idk)

Also if you want my fav's colour is purple/orange

Also i like drawing but i suck at it

And i like writing (idk if i suck at that idk)

Eventide

I match you with Mitsuri Kanroji!

•You and Mitsuri are both foodies

•It goes without a doubt that she loves to cook for you and if she can’t make something that day, then the both of you are definitely going out to eat. Loves to try out new dishes with you.

•As she previously attempted to hide her big appetite to seem ‘normal’, she might feel a little hesitant to show it in front of you.

•But as time goes on and your relationship progresses, she’ll be more comfortable with eating a lot around you.

•Loves your clingy side.

•Mitsuri is a naturally very affectionate person, so the fact that you love to give hugs is just a bonus to her. Be careful though she might hug too hard on accident

•She finds you to be absolutely dainty, and she won’t hesitate to (gently) scold anyone who makes fun of your height.

•Your conversations revolve around her cat and your squirrels. (She’d love to meet them)

•When she knows you’re in a bad mood, she’ll do her best to give you space and not to invade.

•She does get a little bit sad that she can’t spend time with you like usual, but she understands we all have bad days and we all have different ways to cope.

•Expect her to pinch your cheeks a lot. It won’t hurt, she’ll just very carefully squish them, and then squeal.

•Lots of nicknames, too: Fifi-chan, Inu-chan, [your irl name]-chan, love, honey, etc..

•Whenever she comes across wisteria flowers, she likes to bring a bunch home, for you since the color reminds her of you.

•She gets sad whenever she has to leave for missions, but alas duty calls.

•When she comes back though, she always have a gift for you. And while she is away, she’ll send you lots of messages via kasugai crow.

•You get lost in your thoughts or your daydreams, and she gets lost while staring at you.

•No, i mean it, if you zone out thinking of whatever, she’ll zone out while staring at you-

•Gets super flustered when she realizes what she is doing.

•You’ll just be seeing a very red Mitsuri covering her face and just shaking in her seat.

•She likes watching you draw, or write.

•Whatever you make is a masterpiece.

•She might stick your drawings on the walls of her room.

•You’ve definitely met Obanai a couple of times, whether you’re a demon slayer, a hashira or not.

•He was very wary of you in the beginning, but if he sees Mitsuri happy with you, he’ll soften up.

•Mitsuri loves to cuddle with you too.

•Loves winter because she gets to cuddle more with the excuse that ‘she needs to warm up’.

•Very protective.

•Constantly worries about you, fretting over the smallest details.

•Loves to play with your hair, even if it is shoulder length, and she’d love it if you’d try to braid or style hers as well.

•She likes giving you flower crowns.

•And you don’t go a day without genuine praises and compliments.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny match-up #mitsuri match-up #mitsuri kanroji #nan’s eventide.

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ashthegoblin · 1 year

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Welcome friends!

Hellos! My name is Ash and I'm a age and pet regressor! -------------------------------------

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Homophobes, transphobes, racists, sexists, pr0sh!ippers, age pl@y, pet plAy, 18+, nsfw, k!nk (even if ‘sfw’), petre antis, agere antis, neopronouns antis, dd!g or varients, people who sexualize sfw stuff, irl shippers, endogenic systems (or supporters), people who support problematic creators, pr0-life, pr0-ed, pr0-s/h PLEASE DO INTERACT: Age regressors, pet regressors, caregivers, people who support agere/petre.

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About me!

Name : Ash Nicknames : Ashy, (i don't have many :<) Ages I regress to: 4-6 or 7-10 Animals I regress to : Kittens, puppies, crows Pronouns : he/him, they/them, ey/em, xey/xem Gender : trans, non-binary Attraction : aro-ace, polyam, queer Other: traumagenic system, therian ------------------------------------- Interests! Comfort streamers/youtubers : Ranboo, Goodtimeswithscar, Grian, Wilbur Soot Favourite animals : dogs, crows, frogs, wolves, dragons Favourite colours : purples, forest greens, ocean blues Comfort things : blankets, pets, music, cosplay, stuffies, warm and dull lights I can't wait to meet you all! ^^ (Also blogs/posts won't be very consistent! So don't count on it!)

#pet regressor #pet regression #little space #agere little #sfw #age regression #petre community #agere #agere blog #caregiver

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burlveneer-music · 2 years

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The Pull of Autumn - Outlaw Empire - featuring Mark Stewart, Adrian Sherwood, & Doug Wimbish (!)

Art rock collective The Pull of Autumn presents their new single 'Outlaw Empire' featuring Mark Stewart, founding member of the legendary UK band The Pop Group, and remixed by the esteemed Adrian Sherwood. The first taste of the band's fourth album 'Beautiful Broken World', The Pull of Autumn mastermind Daniel Darrow incorporates elements of granular glitch synthesis to the track, the end result being a daring mixture of dub, jazz, spoken word and electronic music.

Long wishing to collaborate with Mark Stewart, the opportunity finally arose for Darrow thanks to Scott Crow of Emergency Heart Records, through which both Darrow and Stewart have released music. Fortunately Stewart, known for his experimental postpunk-jazz explorations and his production and remixes for such artists as The Fall, The Slits and Nine Inch Nails, thought it was a great idea.

Also featuring bassist Doug Wimbish (Living Colour, Tackhead and sessional musician for The Rolling Stones, Mick Jagger, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Depeche Mode, Sugarhill Gang and James Brown), this track was given the golden remix treatment by the legendary Adrian Sherwood, English record producer and owner of the famed On-U-Sound Records, the first label to experiment with early dub reggae music using echo, reverb and delay techniques. Mixing dub with other forms of electronic music, Sherwood has created remixes for Depeche Mode, Primal Scream, Skinny Puppy and Sinead O' Connor.

'Beautiful Broken World' is an ambitious 15-track undertaking that began in early 2020 and involves a number of iconic artists. They include Philip Parfitt of The Perfect Disaster, Stuart Moxham of Rough Trade postpunk band Young Marble Giants, Luke Skyscraper James of I.R.S. recording artist FASHION and John Neff, who has contributed to multiple David Lynch films and is also a member of David Lynch’s Blubob.

CREDITS 'Outlaw Empire' written by Mark Stewart & Nungun (Teache & Ryan Mahan) Remixed by Adrian Stewart Mark Stewart - Vocals Daniel Darrow - Synths Doug Wimbish - Bass

#The Pull of Autumn #daniel darrow #dub #electronic #mark stewart #adrian sherwood #2022

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nishitha-mga2021mi6014 · 9 months

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Story recreation

The previous feedback from the lecture stated that the ending of the character should not brake the chain ,or steel the chain instead she should do something else and that the flowers in which she followed are not very important in as for the character so make it more important .

The Golden necklace

Maya is a young girl of 15 years she lives in a tribe in India,she lives with her family and a very stubborn mother whom she is asked to study all the time. she loves golden jewellery that she sees that is worn by children of her age but is unable to wear since she doesn't have any she loves to be isolated in the forest and watch the flowers and animals moving freely one day she finds a beautiful path of golden flowers which leads to the hollow of a large tree the butterflies and bees are buzzing in the path of the flowers and all of a sudden she notices a shake of flowers and a bushy tail, she then follows the tail inside of the hollow, the hollow looks like a different world with a lot of bright colours flowers and trees she then sees fox pups engaging in playing with flowers and mud and clay she touches them and plays she notices these pups wear a golden necklace which has a tag on it she asks the puppies where are they from and who are they but they do not answer

One pup who seems to be the youngest gives Maya a flower and then a large crow-like human comes out of a bush the other pups vanish into the bushes and run away the crowlike human bends over strokes Maya's head and sits near her and talks nicely and says that she has now entered the world of him and that she is truly welcomed here, he also states that here you can be free from your studies and that she could play with her friends all day she says that she has no friends but he states that the fox pups will be and with that, she is given a golden necklace by the crowlike human, she then takes it but resits at 1st but eventually the Crowlikw human bends over and ties her it and shows her neck witha mirror he drow from his pockets the necklace glitters and is beautifully crafted, Maya says to the man that she has to go now and leaves she runs fast as she could to home knowing that is very late now and when she arrives she sees her mother and farther searching for her even though she arrives and is standing infron of them she couldnt seems to be visible she then shouts saying mom and dad but then a piece of wood was thrown over to her she becomes confused , her grandmother approaches her and cuddles her and she gets a dish of water and place ist down on the floor then she keeps maya on the floor and she was so thirsty she quickly jumped down and tries to hold ir and failed she dashes her head on the water bowl and from the unsettled water she sees a fox pup like what she saw in the forest she understands that this is her own reflection and gets sacred , latter her mother and farther comes with a man wearing black and says pointing at her that they doesnt know her and gives her to the man . she then relaises that all the foxes were all children and that she has been just given to a man for him to pet,

As days passed, Maya's absence became a great concern for her family and the entire tribe. They couldn't understand how she had disappeared without a trace. Her stubborn mother blamed herself for pushing Maya too hard with her studies, thinking that her daughter might have run away due to the pressure.

But Maya's grandmother, who had a deep understanding of the mystical tales passed down through generations, began to suspect that something extraordinary had taken place. She recalled the stories of the magical creatures that inhabited the forests, including shape-shifting foxes that could enchant young souls.

With this suspicion in her heart, Maya's grandmother decided to investigate the mysterious hollow in the large tree. The forest had always been a sacred place, and the tribe believed that only the elders could enter its depths safely.

Guided by her intuition, the grandmother ventured into the heart of the forest, following the path of flowers and bees until she reached the hollow. To her surprise, she discovered the same vibrant world described by Maya, with flowers of bright colors and trees bending under the weight of enchanted wonders.

As she approached the hollow, the fox pups emerged, sensing her presence. But instead of fleeing, they looked at her with curiosity, recognizing the wisdom in her eyes. With gentle movements, the grandmother communicated with the fox pups, realizing that they were indeed children trapped under a curse.

With her heart heavy yet determined, she realized that one of those fox pups must be her beloved granddaughter Maya. Armed with her ancient knowledge, she spoke the words of a powerful incantation, and the air shimmered with magic.the knowledge in which she had gained through ancient magic and this where as she was the eldest gypsy.the magic words that she uttered was able to undo the spell of the goldern chain the chains fell of all the pups and the fox pups transformed back into their human forms, and among them was Maya, her eyes filled with fear and confusion. The man in black, who had been pretending to be a crow-like creature, was revealed for the deceitful person he truly was.

Maya's grandmother confronted the man, and the truth about his wicked plans was exposed. He had been capturing children and enchanting them, turning them into foxes, and then trading them away to pet collectors for his own profit.

The tribe rallied behind the grandmother, and they managed to apprehend the man, delivering him to the authorities for his crimes against innocent children. The law took its course, and the man was rightfully punished for his misdeeds.

Maya's family embraced her, relieved to have her back safely. The tribe celebrated the victory over the dark forces that had threatened their peace. The fox pups, who were once trapped in the curse, were now free, and they returned to their families, grateful for the grandmother's bravery and wisdom.

From that day on, Maya's tribe understood the value of balance in life. They recognized that while education was essential, so was allowing children to explore the beauty of the world around them. Maya's mother learned to be more compassionate and understanding, supporting her daughter's dreams while respecting her individuality.

Maya continued to visit the magical forest, but this time with her family and friends by her side. The golden necklace, once a symbol of deceit, became a reminder of the importance of staying true to oneself and not being blinded by material desires.

As the years went by, the story of Maya, the enchanted fox, and the courageous grandmother became a cherished legend among the tribe. And so, the lessons of love, trust, and the power of family endured, weaving into the fabric of their lives for generations to come.

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