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morning with birthday boy - dad jeno scenario

Helllloooooo so i got this request for our birthday boy🥺🤍 extra fluffy for this very special day. Hope you like it!!!

omggg pls pls make a jeno dad scenario for his birthday, maybw surprising him or something ?? 🥹🥹🥹 imagine him having a son who looks exactly like him when he was a kid 😭😭

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You and your son woke up early to make birthday pancakes for the birthday boy. It's a tradition that started years ago when you and Jeno started dating, he knew you loved pancakes so he took you out for breakfast and surprised you with a tall stack of your favorite pancake with a pink candle on top.

Now years later, here you are in your kitchen cooking pancakes with your son, Geonu, about to surprise your husband.

Geonu, now two years old, is at that age where you can let him join the fun. You love cooking and baking so usually he'd be right beside you as your little helper.

"Mommy, owy" his term for chocolate, pointing at the bowl of chocolate chips

"Want to put the choco chips? Okay, you do it like this" you carry him up, showing how and where to sprinkler. You let him get a handful and do the same, a few got stuck between his fingers and he immediately taste it

"You silly boy, you only wanted to get the chocolate huh" you tickle him, eliciting giggles from your little boy. Geonu is a splitting imagine of Jeno, when he was born and Jeno's mom said he look3d exactly like Jeno when he was born. And as the years passed by Geonu's showing more resemblance with his father.

Your favorite one being their identical eye smile.

You finish cooking the pancakes, fixing a stack to surprise Jeno with. Carrying the plate in one hand and Geonu with your other.

Opening your bedroom door, you see your husband still fast asleep. His bare back towards the door, you set Geonu on the bed and he immediately crawls towards his dad. Climbing on his back and laying his head right on Jeno's head.

Jeno feels something on his cheek, something settles on his back too. After a few seconds he can feel something wet on his cheek, a tiny voice gurggling.

A smile appears on his face before he could even open his eyes. He peaks with one eye, turning to see you at the edge of the mattress with a plate of pancakes and his son giving him his morning kisses

"Good morning, happy birthday baby" you tell him. He carefully move Geonu from his back to his lap, sitting up to blow the candle

"Geonu, let's make a wish. Okay 1 2 3" the little boy blowing the candle with Jeno, you sit infront your boys watching them with smitten eyes

"Thank you, baby" he tells you, leaning over to give you a kiss

"So how does it feel to be a year older?"

"I'm only a few months older, this would be you soon" he teases you back

One of many birthdays you've celebrated together and now you have your little bundle of joy to celebrate with. There's really nothing Jeno would wish for, he already has everything he needs. He used to wonder if settling down was something he'd do, he didn't reslly himself as a family man. He's fine being on his own until he met you.

Ever since then, there isn't a moment he wanted to be alone ever again. He knew he was going to spend the rest of his birthdays with you the moment you smiled so big at him at that breakfast diner a few years ago.

He finally knew what real contentment feels and it's this. Mornings with you and the little boy who is equal parts of him and you. Celebrating birthdays with a tradition the two of you made.

"Let's have breakfast downstairs, I made eggs and bacon and coffee" you tell him, getting Geonu from then standing up from the bed.

Jeno sets the plate down on the bedside table before giving you a hug by the waist. Your hand finds his hair, giving him a half hug.

"I love you so so so much" he mumbles, looking up at you

You lean down to kiss him again, after a few seconds you feel a hand separate the two of you making the two of you laugh

"Uhhhh what is this? She's mine before she was yours" Jeno tells his son, giving his tummy tickles.

"Okay okay let's go get breakfast, we have a full day ahead. You go get dressed" you tell Jeno, knowing full well what's underneath the sheets

He smirks at you, waving as you walk out the door

After a few seconds you peak your head by the door, "I love you too" you say then you walk away. Jeno smiles, his eyes disappearing as the familiar feelings envelops him again. Like he's falling inlove with you for the first time again.

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According to an old Native American legend, one day there was a big fire in the forest. All the animals fled in terror in all directions, because it was a very violent fire. Suddenly, the jaguar saw a hummingbird pass over his head, but in the opposite direction. The hummingbird flew towards the fire!

Whatever happened, he wouldn't stop. Moments later, the jaguar saw him pass again, this time in the same direction as the jaguar was walking. He could observe this coming and going, until he decided to ask the bird about it, because it seemed very bizarre behavior.

"What are you doing, hummingbird?" he asked.

"I am going to the lake," he answered, "I drink water with my beak and throw it on the fire to extinguish it." The jaguar laughed. 'Are you crazy? Do you really think that you can put out that big fire on your own with your very small beak?'

'No,' said the hummingbird, 'I know I can't. But the forest is my home. It feeds me, it shelters me and my family. I am very grateful for that. And I help the forest grow by pollinating its flowers. I am part of her and the forest is part of me. I know I can't put out the fire, but I must do my part.'

At that moment, the forest spirits, who listened to the hummingbird, were moved by the bird and its devotion to the forest, miraculously they sent a torrential downpour, which put an end to the great fire.

The Native American grandmothers would occasionally tell this story to their grandchildren, then conclude with, "Do you want to attract miracles into your life? Do your part."

“You have no responsibility to save the world or find the solutions to all problems—but to attend to your particular personal corner of the universe. As each person does that, the world saves itself.’"

- author unknown

#photographers on tumblr #story #hummingbird #save the world #nature

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folklorespring · 13 hours

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Old couple evacuating from occupied Kherson region in Ukraine.

Hanna is blind, Volodymyr almost can't walk. Volunteer says that woman was the first to cross the border, they put her on an evacuation cart, but she refused to go further until she felt her husband's hand in her hand. So they waited by the border for Volodymyr. They continued the evacuation only when Volodymyr arrived and Hanna made sure by touch that it's the hand of her husband.

#ukraine #russia #russia is a terrorist state #genocide #fuck russia #stand with ukraine #support ukraine #genocide of ukrainians #russian war crimes #love #kherson #photography #people #ph #photo #peoplehood #story #txt

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tiana4evahh · 2 days

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Okay can we talk about how 'down to earth' or 'calm and collective' Cole is?

He's never really 'angry.' The biggest it's been is him making a snarky remark or two. Unless it's with the villain (even then it's pretty tame), Cole's never been truly angry. (Unless if you count the Nya love triangle, but I don't because it's kind of... you know)

Maybe it's just me, but I feel like Cole just hides his anger. Like, he just pushes it all down, doesn't let it show. He's supposed to be the leader (kind of), the calm one, the serious one, the responsible one, and those types of people don't get angry.

So he takes away that anger, stuffs it into a jar, and pushes it to the back of the top shelf.

But it's still there. It's still there, being added onto every single day. It's not gone. It's getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. And it's getting harder to hit.

He's constantly slipping out rude comments and mean remarks, even when he doesn't need them. He tries to hide them, because doesn't want anyone to see that side of himself. The side that's pissed, tired, angry, and just so damn done.

At one point though, I believe there's a time that he just snaps. Whether it's with the team or in battle (it's one of those I haven't decided yet), he just loses it. (He has a right too though). Better yet, it starts with the team, and ends in a battle.

If it's with the crew, it's probably because they're arguing over a mission, and they're talking sides and it's out of control, and Cole just wants them to calm down and stop yelling and fighting until he starts yelling. He yells that they need to shut up and get themselves together, because they're a team and they have a mission to do and they need to do it.

While they ready to leave, he's still pissed. That yelling wasn't enough. He needed to get more out, he needed to let more go.

When they're in battle, he takes it in his own hands.

Cole just... lashes out. He runs into battle, yelling, his sword in the arm. Kicking, punching, taking down guys. It leaves the crew in a miniature shock for a second. They've all seen how well Cole can fight, but never like this. This? This was pure anger, this was blind rage.

He takes out every single piece of anger out in the battle. He's taken down like 20 guys and still is taking down more. At the end, he's tired and weak, and his body hurts.

But it felt so good.

#Oh but what do I know?#ninjago #lego ninjago #cole brookstone #ninjago cole #ninjago headcanons #headcanons #story #kind of #i'm planning to write this as a 2k work later #MY idea please dont steal #Cole is underrated #cole is underrated #cole angst #fighting as therapy #self-projecting what no wydm

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omc-if · 2 days

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Try to keep your head to yourself.

When the brewing fight for territorial disputes were arising when you were but a young child, the Solivian ministry of your Kingdom had to choose a mean to survive.

Death in honor or live in guilt.

And you were the fruit of their own choice, the Promised; sheltered and kept safe until you are of the ripe age to be handed to the enemy Empire.

“Remember, you are not free. Watch yourself,” You briefly remember the fretting in your brother's tone, scared and nervous. “You are on your own now.” The same brother that allowed you to be whisked away without a fight.

“Survive.”

LINKS : DEMO, ABOUT THE ROS

Design your Clematis; name, gender, appearance, personality.

Be morally challenged and make decisions that will shape the story, let your choices decide which route will it take you to.

Stats free, just enjoy and immerse yourself in a fictional fantasy world, pick the choices that will shape your character for who they are and will be.

Oh My Clematis is a dark fantasy interactive fiction, set in a fantasy medieval period where you play as a royal who is promised to the enemy Empire in exchange for your Kingdom's peace.

Content Warnings: death, discrimination, abuse, trauma, morally questionable behavior, violent and explicit themes, and more. Viewers discretion is advised and appropriate only for 18+

THE HAILED CROWN, the next in line to the throne. Meticulous and wise, as the next ruler, he is expected to be anything but short from perfection. He is widely known as a just ruler. Can only be romanced by a female mc.

Régis

THE TYRANNICAL PRINCE, zealous and cunning are the two words that best describe him, he always has the last say to anything and everything. Venture deeper into the abyss, only then will you feel the gleam of his gaze.

Quentin

THE BLADE, though the winter solstice has passed since, nothing could warm the depth of his heart. Cold and biting, like the strike of his blade when it catches and tears the enemies away. Can only be romanced by a male mc.

Reynaud

THE WHIMSICAL HOST, the youngest in the family, not much is known about them but the fact that they seemingly disappear every now and then. They're neither a prince nor a princess, but maybe they can be your people.

Reymonde

THE BRAVE HEART, a princess that possesses a heart stronger than anyone. But what she wants is neither the throne nor the title, but freedom to be nothing.

Fleur

THE VIPER, she's not exactly one you can hold down. Deadly like a boa, a princess who reigns over the social circle, influence greater than none and if there is, the viper can strike it down.

Clemence

THE ONE WHO REIGNS, the favored child of the old emperor, loved and cherished for her humble and kind personality. A friendly individual in a place filled with predators. Can only be romanced by a female mc.

René

#dashingdon #choicescript #interactive fiction #interactive game #interactive novel #choice of games #cog #wip #dark fantasy #story #omc #Oh My Clematis #dark romance #18+#+18

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theheartlessspirit · 2 days

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Chapter 1 (Old Acquaintance) - page 27

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lux-emxx · 3 days

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Quite self indulgent if you ask me. but i wanna cry so . ig this willl have to do

♡

𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 - marc s.

In which you finally lose your last straw with marc

paring: marc x fem!reader

wc: 1.26k

theme: angst, not really happy ending

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You were too tired to do this anymore.

You couldn’t stand it. All the excuses were too much.

“I'm sorry, but I can't tonight. I have things to do.” “The number you’ve reached is not available at this time. If you’d like to leave a message, press 1” “Can’t baby. I'll see about it tomorrow.”

The feeling of loneliness and emptiness hung around your head. It followed you like a curse. You remembered the good times. The times you spent together making a mess in the kitchen, or watching a scary movie curled up on the couch. Those times where you would go on long drives without any care for the world. Those times where only you could think of each other..

But they were all gone. The memories kept fading each and every day. There’s nothing to do about it anymore.

“Marc please answer me…please”

The moon hung high in the sky as you waited anxiously to hear the phone ring. Sitting on the floor next to your bed wasn’t ideal, but it definitely beat being in a bed that didn’t feel like home anymore.

After the fifth ring the phone went dead again. No answer. The tears ran down your face as small sobs left your mouth.

Why didn’t he call me back? Why isn’t he answering?

You decided it wasn’t worth it. You curled up onto your bed and covered yourself with the warm cozy sheets. You slowly drifted off to sleep, trying not to worry over the man you loved so deeply. You hoped you woke up the next morning with him next to you.

But alas that didn't happen. The bed was cold and empty as you woke up with puffy eyes. Your heart ached for him to come back. You missed him. You missed his hugs, his smile, his laugh. You missed how his presence made you feel safe. You tried calling him again and again to no avail each time.

“He’s just busy. He’ll come back.” you told yourself..

He didn't come back until 8 days later. 8 excruciating days of calls that weren’t returned. 8 days where texts were read but not responded to. 8 days where the sunken feeling of being alone set into your heart.

It was 3 am. You woke from your slumber to get yourself a glass of water when you heard the door open.

You turned your head to see him. The man you’d thought to be the man you could trust. The man who had your heart ever since you were with him. The man who fixed your broken heart. The man that you could never let go of.

“Where have you been, marc?” your voice trembled, already feeling your heart sink as you watched him sit into a chair.

“Mission” he replied in a monotone voice.

“You didn’t tell me. You didn’t return any of my calls. You read my texts but didn’t respond! You didn’t even leave a note! Marc i was-” you started. Your emotions piling over you.

“Get off my back will ya? I had a god awful week and all i need right now is fucking rest. I don’t need to deal with you and your stupid nagging.” he grunted, laying his head into his hand

That was it. That was the last straw.

You had spent time and time again trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Always giving him excuses as to why he wouldn’t pick up. Always trying to forgive him when he gave you his “im sorry it won't happen again” speech.

But it did happen. Over and over and over again..

And this was it.

You were done.

“I'm sorry you have to deal with me. I never knew that it was such a burden. I’ll go.” you said with a lump in your throat.

“Ok then. Leave. Jesus.”

And that’s what you did. Packed a bag with your most important things and left.

Marc was used to waking up to the smell of your cooking. A warm meal to help him recover from the shit he’s seen. But the morning he woke up half naked on the couch, the apartment was empty. No sizzling pancakes. No distant humming coming from you. Just silence and cold.

He was confused for a minute. He walked all over the apartment looking for any traces of you. Some of your clothes were gone. Your favorite stuffed animal. Your toothbrush and toothpaste. He searched his pockets to find his phone. He opened it to find 26 messages and 29 missed calls from you. He attempted to call you, but when he put the phone to his ear, the phone operator said that the number wasn’t available anymore.

Now he was super confused. What happened?

It wasn’t until he sat down at the table did he remember the early events of that morning. How he told you to leave after you were expressing your worries to him.

Fuck.

He fucked up so bad

Fuck.

You got up from the couch of your best friend’s apartment when you heard a knock at the door. SHe was at work and told you to crash as long as you needed. Thankfully, today was your day off, so you spent it on a self indulgent day.

You walked to the door in your fluffy bunny slippers and your makeup headband. You opened the door to see him.

Marc.

“Baby,” he started..

“No.” you said, closing the door. But he stopped right before it could shut.

“Please , wait, just hear me out for a sec.” he pleaded.

You decided to listen to him, already making up your mind to stand your ground no matter what.

“Look, baby, i'm so so sorry. I'm sorry for not responding to you, or-or returning your calls and not returning your calls. Im so sorry baby, i promise it will never happen again. I promise. Please please please come back to me im so sorry…”

You could tell the emotion and regret. But still. It didn’t make u0p for the pain and sorrow you’ve felt for the last few months.

“Marc listen. I loved you. I was there for you. I supported you. But you took advantage of that. I can’t keep betting on your life. I can’t keep waiting until ungodly hours in the morning. I love you but i don’t think this will change. Im sorry.”

You felt his heart sink. You felt it because so did yours.

Marc didn’t respond after that. He just turned away, heartbroken and filled with sorrow.

What will i do… without her?

9 months had passed. You moved into a new apartment. You got a pet cat you named oreo. You had a very well-paying job. You had everything. You have been happy for a while now. You found joy in little things.

You were happy

You were.

Right?

Marc on the other hand wasn’t doing well. His life was in shambles. He slept constantly. He didn’t listen to anyone. He stayed cooped up in your old apartment, trying to recreate the old memories with you.

But nothing worked. He had to see you.

He had to.

It was a busy day. You had just gone shopping with your friends when you finally sat down at the food court. You got to the table a bit before them, so you were scrolling on your phone when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see him.

Marc.

Your marc.

“Hey” you started..

“Hey…can I talk to you?” he responded.

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welp

#marcspector #marc #moon knight #disney #marvel #moonknight x reader #x reeader #marc spector x reader #marc spector x femreader #moonknight tv show #angst #story #𝑒𝓂𝓈-𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈𝟫𝟫 #marc spector angst #marc spector x fem reader angst #marc spector x you #fem reader

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OKAY TIME FOR ME TO GO TRY MY HAND AT ROMANCE IN GENERAL. I’m crude and a beginner, so if this isn’t your thing, then just skip past it, I’ll continue doing my normal stuff.

“I don’t know how to do this fucking spreadsheet!”

“…Then why don’t you do-“

“Don’t say it.”

“…me.”

(Pls don’t murder me)

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develop-your-villain · 2 days

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Which OC looks like a villain but isn't one? Do they get mistaken for a villain in-universe as well as out of it?

#oc #character development #oc tag #original character #tag your oc #villain oc #villain #antihero #story #characters #deceptive appearance

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dokidokiliteraturegirls · 2 days

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Update #26: Something Warmer

Oof, this took a while to finish! But I hope the wait was worth it and you enjoy this update as well~ Thanks to everyone who sent a vote 💖

Access the Menu (May contain spoilers if you’re not up to date with the comic)

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#story #feel less #illustration #webcomic #artists on tumblr #digital art

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write-on-world · 9 hours

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#writing #writers on tumblr #writers #writing prompt #writer #my writing #daily writing prompt #daily writing #writing tool #story #write it

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glacierruler · 23 hours

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Making the Future

Please reblog my writing <3

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Chapter 2

The next day, Fig was at their workshop, inspecting the robot. While they had looked at it yesterday, it had been a quick glance, and they wanted to make sure they didn’t miss anything that could give away their location.

After ten minutes of searching the thing, Fig couldn’t find any trackers, so they started to take it apart, carefully. Although they still weren’t sure of the best way to do it, since a robot is a rare find. Using their gloves, they donned their gas mask, and started unscrewing the robot. It was a long process before they could access the wires in the arm. Slowly, they started to try to figure out what the wires did. However, too late, they noticed that not all the wires were connected. And within a few minutes, the robot started to heat up.

‘So this is why this one was scrapped,’ they thought to themselves, before using the little magic they knew to protect themself from the blast.

As scorching heat emanated through the workshop, Fig couldn’t help but be grateful that they didn’t obey the laws, since they would be dead by now if they didn’t use any magic. Still, the heat hurt, and their ever painful legs only got worse with the horrid temperature. And now they couldn’t even use their walker, as, if it was still functional, it wasn’t safe to touch any of it for another few hours. It took a few minutes, but eventually the heat died down, and the robot was no longer shooting fire throughout the workshop. And Fig left, just in case someone saw it, just in case someone heard, just in case a Sentry found out.

Rushing away as fast as they could, albeit pretty slowly with their legs flarin up, they managed to find a rather large house in the woods. Looking around quickly, they figured out pretty quickly that it wasn’t abandoned. There were sheep in a nice pasture, and there were a couple fenced off pastures that were growing more grass. And there was, what they assumed to be an abattoir, a little ways off. While Fig was never a huge fan of them, there were a couple in town, but it did keep everyone as fed as they could be. (Although most of the food from the outskirts went to cities and surrounding areas. But it did keep people from moving out there too often, so Fig thought it was a win-win situation.)

“Who are you?” Came a thick, gruff, voice behind them. Jumping, Fig turned around to see an orc.

“Uh… I’m so sorry—”

“Why are you wearing a gas mask?”

“Right, um…” Fig wasn’t sure how to answer that without saying something incriminating. “It’s in fashion?”

“Is that why your clothes are singed too, is it also part of some fashion statement?” The orc sounded slightly amused, as if he no, they, found Fig’s answers amusing. (Fig really needed to get better at not gendering people they just met.)

Still, they didn’t have an answer for the orc that lived here, and it was a little hard to focus on figuring out a decent lie, when it was getting harder for them to keep standing by the second. The heat had really amplified their leg pain, and they didn’t have their walker, since it had been in the fire at their workshop. Which meant that there was a good chance that Fig would have to remake it, or at least remake the wooden seat.

The orc seemed to notice their unsteadiness, as they looked at them.

“Stay here. I’ll get you something to sit on. Mind you it’ll be uncomfortable,” And Fig just nodded, watching as they went into their house. As the orc came back, carrying two large wooden seats, Fig couldn’t help but be grateful, glad to sit down on something. Rather than being forced to stand through what was bound to be an awkward conversation.

“So,” the orc started to speak, after placing down the chairs, “what are you doing over in these parts of the woods. And none of that, ‘Fashion statement’ crap. You’re practically on fire, and hiding your face at that, might as well be honest.”

Fig wasn’t sure what to do, or how to lie their way out of this situation. But they certainly couldn’t say the truth. They didn’t want to risk someone going to the sentries and snitching on them.

“Look, I’m no snitch, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Could this orc read their thoughts?

“Why would I be worried about a snitch?” Their voice was too high pitched, there was no way this orc would believe them for a second. This thought was only proved to be correct when their companion raised an eyebrow at them.

“Want to try again?”

“Look, it’s really not that big of a deal…” Fig tried to search for something to say, something that wouldn’t land them in trouble.

“How about we start over. I’m Glorgol, Glorgol Oxcsham. I live here, in this wonderful, secluded area. In order to stay safe from the same sentries that you don’t want me telling about you.”

Fig was very glad for the mask right about now, as their face was beet red from being called out like that.

“Okay, um… I’m, uh… Look will what I say stay between the two of us?”

“I got no plans to tell noone.”

Fig knew they shouldn’t trust someone they just met, but there was no way they’d get out of this without telling them.

“I, okay, I was, I take scrap metals and devices, and…” Fig was trying to figure out the best way to put what they do into words, “and I invent things? Sort of? It uh, it didn’t go too well this time. My workshop blew up, meaning I’ll have to build a new one. I ran here because, well because it was the direction I ran. And I just happened to find your place here.”

“How do I know that you aren’t lying to me again?” Which was a fair question, Fig did try to get passed the weirdness of a wearing a gas mask by saying it was a fashion trend. (Seriously, a fashion trend? What were they thinking?)

“Uh, okay, Glorgol right,” at the orc’s nod, Fig kept talking, “I could show you the charred remains of the base. But, I should warn you, I have no idea if the sentries know about it with the explosion that kind of happened.”

“If we get close enough, the stench of charred whatever it was your workshop was made out of, should coat the air. Along with the lingering smell of smoke.”

Oh yeah, smoke smells, and so does burnt wood. Fig forgot that little fact on their run from the burning workshop.

“Right, well then, follow me!” Fig hopped of their chair as Glorgol followed them through the woods. Although, they were limping slightly, trying to use each leg as little as possible, since they both still hurt as if though something was stabbing them.

Fig could feel Glorgol staring at them, probably trying to figure out what was wrong with their legs. Which fair enough, even Fig wanted to know why their legs hated them. Still, the marched on in silence, until they smelled it, the suffocating smoke that Fig had escaped earlier.

“Alright, I believe you. Would you like to go back to my place?”

“I,” Fig probably shouldn’t trust them, but Glorgol hadn’t tried to kill them since they met, despite Fig’s trespassing, and they couldn’t exactly go home like this, “sure.”

Walking back, Fig couldn’t help but hope to be able to sit back down again. And soon. It had been ages since their legs had hurt this badly, and they didn’t know how much longer they could walk without collapsing. Still, Fig was a bit uncomfortable, sure Glorgol had been kind so far, but what if it was a ruse of some sort? They didn’t know this humanoid before today, could they really trust them?

Although, considering the compassion they had shown when Fig was having trouble standing up earlier, they felt guilty thinking Glorgol was going to harm them in some way. So they kept following them, trying to shake their anxiety, knowing that they could defend themselves on the extremely low chance that anything would actually happen.

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Fig felt a bit out of place as they sat on the seats in Glorgol’s kitchen. They weren’t sure what to do with anything. Should they talk or stay silent? Should they help with something or stay where they were?

Thankfully Glorgol broke the silence first.

“Are you going to take off that mask?”

“Oh, sure.” Taking off their mask, Fig sighed, the weight on their head no longer nearly as heavy.

“Still haven’t caught your name, if you’d be inclined to share it.”

“Oh, I’m Fig.”

“Fig, interesting name for an interesting lady.”

Wincing a bit, they couldn’t help but try not to sigh. This would either go well or horribly wrong.

“I, uh, I’m not a lady. Or a sir!” Rushing in that last bit so that Glorgol wouldn’t go that route either.

“Alright then, not a gal, not a lad. May I ask what you are?”

“Er… that’s, that’s a complicated matter for now. But I do use neutral pronouns, they/them and such.”

“Alright. Well in that case, I will divulge that I am a gent myself.”

Fig nodded, feeling relieved that the conversation went so well. Maybe it hadn’t been their best choice to start that conversation in the middle of nowhere, but they had been kind of exhausted with being gendered that really, it didn’t matter so much if the talk hadn’t gone well. (Although they were definitely anxious about it and could have been more tactful just in case, but Fig had never been one for tact).

Mind wandering onto the events of earlier today, they were hit with one thing.

“I don’t have a workshop anymore!”

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