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You ever just wanna cry bc you’ll never know how certain fics turn out? Currently thinking of Wally’s fic :-( Cleo and Jonesy and Jimbles... what would’ve become of you?
Awww yeah this is a heartbreak of being in a fandom isn't it? People have lives, they move on, they can't put the energy in, or they just don't find the space serving them anymore. It's the sad give and take of internet relationships.
I miss Wally! We were very close, but you know, life life life. We need to follow our own bents.
All that being said, lovely anon, the best thing about fandom is it is collaborative. We can write fics on fics if you catch my drift...maybe you have an inspiration or an idea of where they all would go and you could write your own offshoot. Food for thought...
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Kangen,
Tadi pas nenenin nay aku tanya sama nay, “Naya kangen bapak? Naya kangen mainan kalih bapak?”
Lalu naya jawab “He ehh” seolah tau apa yang dirasain ibuknya. Tapi tiba-tiba ibuknya mbrebes mili nanges :(
Karena bapak ibuknya lagi ndak baik-baik aja, mungkin pas sama sama capek, kesel, ngantuk jadi satu. Jadinya energinya udah habis buat saling mentoleransi.
Semalem pertama kalinya bapaknya naya tidur di ruang tengah, pake tiker aja. Sampe pagi, lanjut tidur sampe jam 12 siang. Lanjut berangkat kerja lagi jam 2. Padahal hampir 2 hari endak pulang, gantian jagain bapak mertua yang lagi di rs. Padahal kangen tapi malah kesel :(
— Ditulis sambil nunggu bapaknya naya balik kerja. Ini udah jam 00:13, Hanya sebagai pengingat. Ingat!
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The Enchanted Knot: Ava's Journey into a Magical World
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Ava. She lived in a small town surrounded by nature and loved spending time outdoors, especially in the nearby woods.
One day, while hiking in the forest, she stumbled upon an old tree with an unusual knot on its trunk. Ava felt drawn to it and decided to sit down and rest against it. As she closed her eyes, she felt a strange sensation, almost as if the tree was speaking to her.
Suddenly, she heard a soft whisper in her ear, "Ava, I have a secret to share with you." Startled, Ava opened her eyes and looked around, but there was no one there. She turned back to the tree, and to her surprise, the knot had transformed into a small door.
Without hesitation, Ava pushed the door open and stepped inside. She found herself in a magical world filled with vibrant colors, exotic creatures, and endless possibilities.
As she explored this new world, Ava discovered that the tree was home to a group of magical creatures who had been waiting for her arrival. They explained to her that the knot on the tree was a portal that only opened to those who were pure of heart and had a deep connection to nature.
Over time, Ava formed strong bonds with the creatures and learned many valuable lessons about love, kindness, and the importance of cherishing the natural world. She realized that there was so much more to life than just the mundane routine of her small town.
Eventually, Ava knew it was time to leave the magical world and return to her own. But she left with a newfound sense of wonder and appreciation for the beauty around her, and a promise to always cherish the memories of her time in the enchanted forest.
From that day on, whenever Ava returned to the woods, she would sit by the old tree and smile, knowing that the magic was always there, waiting for her to return.
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The Fountain of Youth.
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One day, Srinidhi Ranganathan was walking around his grandpa's old garden house, and something caught his eye. He found a hidden door, tucked away in the corner of the garden. He couldn't believe it! He had been visiting this garden, since he was a little kid and he had never seen this door before.
As he opened the door, he saw a fountain of youth right in front of him. He was amazed! He stepped forward to take a closer look, and noticed a sign that said, “Drink from this fountain and become immortal”. Srinidhi couldn't believe it! Was this really true?
Srinidhi decided to take the plunge, and drink from the fountain to see if it would really grant him immortality. As soon as he took a sip, he felt an incredible surge of energy coursing through his veins. He knew something had happened but he wasn't sure what it was yet.
After the initial shock wore off, Srinidhi went back to his digital marketing business, with a newfound enthusiasm, and drive that surprised even himself! His business started booming like never before, as if by magic!
Soon after, people started noticing this unusual transformation, in Srinidhi's life and career. Everyone wanted to know what secret weapon he possessed that made him so successful, all of a sudden. But Srinidhi just smiled slyly, and kept his secret to himself; knowing that no one would ever believe him anyway if he told them, about the fountain of youth in his grandpa's garden house!
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years… but through it all, Srinidhi remained as vibrant, as ever like an immortal being! His digital marketing business continued to flourish beyond measure, while everyone around him grew old with age but not him…
"What is your secret?" they asked him again and again - intrigued by his unusual longevity - but Srinidhi just smiled knowingly at them, without revealing anything about his source of immortality; which remained safely locked away within the mysterious door, at his grandpa's garden house, and one day he actually revealed details about the place and how he became immortal, unknowingly.
"I will take you there when you all are ready," he would tell them with an enigmatic twinkle in his eye, that seemed to suggest something more than ordinary human life… something magical… something beyond what they could possibly imagine!
"It is too dangerous," they would reply fearfully but nothing could stop their curiosity - so one day they finally followed Srinidhi back to grandpa's garden, where they discovered the hidden door leading to an even more hidden fountain of youth - which granted everlasting life for those who dared drink from its waters…
"Drink from this fountain and become immortal," the sign beside it said - And that was how everyone found out about Srinidhi's magical secret; which was also why people said later on that "Srinidhi Ranganathan, was a real digital marketing legend"!
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River nodded, grabbing the umbrella they had by the door, walking outside walking around the general area, calling out for his sunlight. He could sense the sadness through their heartlight, he had just been so into his own mind earlier that he had just seen it as his own. After walking about for a bit, he noticed a telltale, but luckily not that often seen deep blue light from a small hidden spot he knew his sunlight liked, and was also where they dried their laundry.
River: You know… I think we will have to redo the laundry.
He smiled softly at Lucas, who was already soaking wet from the rain, a strong dark blue glow around him which of course was why there was rain and thunder on an otherwise sunny winter day.
River: I know it hurts.
Sitting down next to his sunlight, he makes sure they're both under the umbrella, even though Lucas was already drenched.
River: And we have been expecting it for a while.
Lucas: I know.. But to not see her again…
The thunder that rumbled across the sky had River lift his head for a second or two, hoping it wouldn't scare the other animals too much.
(Poses by @herecirmsims thank you for making them for me when I had an idea, and no poses that fit!)
Beginning - Previous - Next
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"A Witcher's Heart"
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Stranger
Chapter 2: A Stranger in Need
Chapter 3: A Slow Unfolding
Chapter 4: A Witcher's Heart
Chapter 5: The Test of Time
Chapter 6: A Love Worth Fighting For
Chapter 6: A Love Worth Fighting For
As the seasons changed and time marched on, Geralt and Y/N faced trials and tribulations together. They navigated the complexities of love and sacrifice, learning to communicate not only with words but with the unspoken language of their hearts.
Geralt continued to battle monsters, his destiny intertwined with the darkness he hunted. Y/N, too, found her purpose, not in adventure beyond Willowbrook, but in the love she shared with the Witcher. She learned to find strength in vulnerability and to cherish the moments they had together.
Their love story, like the tale of a Witcher's heart, was a testament to the power of kindness, perseverance, and the transformative nature of love. In each other's arms, they found a home—a place where even the most guarded hearts could flourish.
And so, in the quiet village of Willowbrook, a love story unfolded—a love story between a villager and a Witcher, proving that even the unlikeliest of hearts can find their way to each other, even in a world filled with monsters and mysteries.
NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI
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When all the demons speak of the horrors anxiety spikes. Let them know of the love we hold and the restless souls who never give up.
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The Cursed Well of Chandan Nagar
In the heart of Chandan Nagar, a small town in Maharashtra, there lies a well with a dark history. Local legend tells of a curse that has plagued the well for generations, leading to a series of eerie events that continue to send shivers down the spines of the town's residents.
Decades ago, the well served as the primary water source for the townspeople. The tranquility of Chandan Nagar was disrupted when a wealthy merchant, known for his ruthless business practices, decided to take over the well for his personal use. Ignoring the protests of the locals, he forcibly claimed ownership, depriving the community of their essential resource.
It is said that on the night the well was seized, a mysterious figure appeared, uttering a curse that echoed through the stillness of the night. The curse foretold misfortune and despair for anyone who dared to use the water from the well for personal gain.
As the days passed, strange occurrences enveloped Chandan Nagar. Crops failed, businesses crumbled, and an air of unease settled over the once-thriving town. The townspeople, desperate to break free from the curse, decided to investigate the well's dark history.
A group of courageous individuals ventured to the well at midnight, armed with candles and an old diary containing accounts of the curse. As they approached the well, they heard distant whispers, like anguished sighs carried on the night breeze.
The group discovered that the curse was tied to the merchant's greed and the injustice inflicted upon the townspeople. Determined to lift the curse, they organized a ceremony to cleanse the well and sought forgiveness from the restless spirit.
As the ritual unfolded, the air crackled with energy, and the atmosphere seemed to lighten. A sudden gust of wind blew through the town, carrying with it a sense of relief. The curse was broken.
In the following days, Chandan Nagar underwent a transformation. Crops flourished, businesses revived, and a newfound harmony settled over the town. The cursed well, once a source of fear, became a symbol of resilience and community spirit.
Today, the people of Chandan Nagar share the tale of the cursed well as a cautionary reminder of the consequences of greed and the importance of respecting the sanctity of the land. The town, once plagued by darkness, now basks in the light of redemption, and the haunted whispers have given way to the laughter of children playing near the once-dreaded well.
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Something Strange Happened on the Subway
“Hey,” a gruff voice said. “Hey, kid.”
Someone poked my shoulder roughly.
I opened my eyes. There was a man sitting next to me. Unkempt beard, rancid breath, and unwashed clothes. Homeless. Probably.
“I don’t have any change,” I said. He wasn’t the first homeless person I’d seen on the subway, but he was the first to sit so close to me. Probably high, I thought.
I looked around the car. The man and I were the only ones inside. Not surprising; it was pretty late at night.
The man chuckled. His teeth were brown. “I don’t want change.”
“Then what?”
“I got a question,” he said.
“Look pal, I’ve had a long day so I think I’ll pass.”
“You sure?” He sounded like I’d just turned down the last donut in the box.
“I’m sure,” I said. To make my point clearer, I put my earphones in. Not bothering to play any music, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes again.
The train stopped at two more stations. I didn’t open my eyes, but I didn’t hear anyone get in the car, and I could still feel the homeless man sitting next to me. One more stop and I’d be home.
“Hey,” the homeless man said.
I ignored him.
“Hey,” he said again.
I sighed and pulled out one of my earphones. When I opened my eyes, I saw that he was still sitting next to me, but I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw two other people were in the car. A woman in her late thirties, and a little girl with pigtails were sitting across from me. The woman – who I assumed was the girl’s mother – was reading a magazine with bored disinterest. The little girl was sucking on a sucker – cherry-flavored, judging by the red smear around her mouth. Her blue eyes were fixed on me.
I hadn’t heard the two come into the car.
Weird, I thought. Must’ve dozed off and missed it.
“Hey,” the homeless man said, drawing my attention away from the little girl’s eyes.
“What?” I said.
“You wanna hear my question?”
“No,” I said. “Would you leave me be?”
“Suit yourself,” he shrugged.
I scowled. The guy was really starting to annoy me.
I made a show of putting my earphones back in and starting my music, just loud enough to drown the guy out. The little girl was still staring at me intently.
We came to another stop. I started to drift off. Then, about ten minutes later I felt someone shove my shoulder.
My annoyance was brimming over into anger, and I sat up to tell the guy off.
There were four more people in the train. I hadn’t heard them get on the train either, but I’d had my music blasting pretty loud. Still, something didn’t feel right.
The little girl was still staring at me. Her cherry sucker and red smeared lips twitched slightly. Her blue eyes had a strange depth. It seemed if I stared too long, I might forget to breathe. It was a ridiculous thought. I knew this, and I scoffed at the idea. But there was a little voice in the back of my head, a worm of doubt.
The homeless man waved his gloved hand in front of my face. I actually did jump, and tore my eyes from the little girl.
“What?” I snapped.
“Do you wanna hear my question now?”
“Fine,” I said. “What? What is your question?”
The man barred his rotten teeth in a grin and leaned in and said in a conspirator’s whisper. “Do you believe in monsters?”
“Do I... what?” I said. “No, of course I don’t. Are you high?”
The man chuckled. “Oh ho! A skeptic!”
His breath really was terrible.
“Look, I’m really not in the mood to talk, so –”
“So you don’t believe in monsters,” the man cut me off. “What about ghosts? Ghouls? Angels? Demons? God?” He lowered his voice. “The devil?”
“Do you have a point?” I asked. I wasn’t about to talk about my spirituality or lack thereof to a hobo who was – in all probability – tripping angel dust.
“The thing about monsters,” he said, ignoring me. “Is that they’re nearly perfect hunters. I mean, ghosts are stuck to one place. Ghouls hunt alone. Monsters, though. . . they’re like wolves. They have a hierarchy, they’re organized. But, do you know what makes them most dangerous?”
Before I could answer he continued.
“They hunt in packs. They set up traps. Their prey seldom know what’s happening until it’s too late. But they don’t kill their prey straight off, oh no that’d be too easy. They toy with them first. Get their scent. Monsters love the chase, see.”
“Where are you going with this?” I said. I wanted to sound angry, but the guy was starting to creep me out.
“I just want to ask you one more question,” he said. He nodded to the rest of the train. “How did these people get here?”
The train was packed. Every seat was taken. Men and women of all ages filled the space. And each one of them was staring at me. The little girl with the pig-tails and the red-smeared lips still had her blue eyes fixed on me. The sucker she held in her mouth made her cheek bulge on one side.
The train was slowing down, arriving at my stop.
“How...?” The word left my lips in a breath.
The train came to a stop, and the doors slid open. I felt the need to run, to push through the staring strangers and sprint home. Instead, I stood and calmly made my way to the door. As I walked passed the little girl with the pig-tails and red-smeared lips, she pulled out her sucker and smiled at me. The sucker was blue.
I wanted to smile back, but instead pushed through to the exit. I stepped out into the night air and sighed in relief as I watched the doors to the train slide shut. I watched as the train slid away on the tracks, eventually swallowed by the darkness of the night.
I turned and walked home. The whole way, I thought about the train ride. How did those people get on the train? Who was the homeless man? And the little girl. . . had I imagined it, or did her teeth seem a little too pointed?
I was ready to shake it all off. I was ready for my bed.
I took the elevator up to my floor and tiredly made my way down the hall to my apartment. Once the door was in sight, I noticed something strange. There was a piece of paper tacked to the wood of the door. A note scrawled in messy handwriting, with only three words written.
Got your scent.
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🌿✨ Title: "Emmanuel: The Prisoner with a Dream 🏡🌷"
Hey Tumblr fam, let's talk about a story which touches the heart and brings to mind the importance of dreams and freedom. Meet Emmanuel, a man who was taken into prison, not for any crime, but because all he wanted was a simple life with a small house and a garden. 🏡🌱
In a world filled with chaos and complexities, Emmanuel's dream stood out for its purity and simplicity. His dream was his escape, his sanctuary. He longed for a peaceful haven where he could cultivate a garden filled with colorful flowers, where the sweet scent of earth and blossoms could envelop him, and where the laughter of birds would be his morning alarm.
But who was Emmanuel before his unjust imprisonment? It's almost as if he was touched by an angel, or maybe he was indeed one. Emmanuel, in its original meaning, translates to "God is with us." It's a name associated with Archangels and divine beings sent to deliver important messages to humanity. This name carries an aura of benevolence and compassion.
Emmanuel's dream was as sacred as his name, and his story reminds us of the importance of cherishing our simple desires and never letting go of our dreams. In a world to often pushes us to want more and bigger things, there's beauty in the simplicity of a small house and a garden. It reminds us sometimes, the most meaningful dreams are the ones to bring us closer to nature and our inner selves.
So, let's take a moment to remember Emmanuel, the prisoner who dreamed of a house and a garden, and let's take inspiration from his pure desires and uncomplicated dreams. 💭🏡🌻
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"Lost in the labyrinth of my mind, where emotions echo and words intertwine. 🌌✨
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Capek!
Boleh bilang capek, lelah ndak sih? Kok aku kaya lama banget ndak bilang, mengeluh pake kata itu. Atau secara ndak sadar aku tahan, ngerasa ndak boleh bilang itu karena ada yang lebih capek, udah jadi pilihan dan ndak boleh bilang capek.
Beberapa hari ini kaya kosong rasanya, ndak tau apa yang ada dikepala, mikirin banyak. Fisik rasanya kaya udah kaku, pegel semua badan, ngelawan kantuk. Energi ada satu moment lagi habis-habisnya. Ada beberapa moment kudu keluar lebih banyak.
Pengen sehari aja, begitu nayya tidur, ikutan tidur sampe pagi. Tapi pernah ndak sengaja kaya gitu menyesal. Karena paginya harus lebih keras bekerja. Kerjaan domestik tetep ada dan ndak ada habisnya.
Mikirin nay makan apa, nyuapin ((ini jujur lebih banyak energi krn kudu siap mental hati pikiran kalo berantakan, dilepeh, ndak mau makan, moving)), cucian nay, cucian kusuamik, nyapu, jemuran, lelempit, cucipiring, beberes, nidurin nay, ngajakin main, ngobrol, nyanyi, bacain buku, makan, sholat, etc
Waw lagi-lagi ini udah jalan yang kupilih. Kudu banyak bersyukur, bagi waktu. Waw ini sisiku sebelah mana.
Bentar nanti dilanjut lg ya, bapaknya nay udh balik kerja.
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Writers if you haven’t been told this before, I’m obliged to say it: You’re a creator, not just a writer.
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Here's a school project me and a group of my friends had for Audio Production class. I voiced Captain Gale and Eve.
Andromeda Falling is the story of a fleet of spacecrafts with individual members with no other contact other than their radio communications. An alien element manages to tap into their central AI, Eve, causing it to wreak havoc and cause disaster onboard.
songs used in this project - I Want To Break Free by Queen
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