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serenit-teas · 7 months

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This is the product of too much brainrot and an almost concerning level of needing to ramble.

Major spoilers for Lies of P under the cut!!

Okay but just imagine, someway somehow being young friends with Carlo, sweet and darling childhood friends. Being his partner in crime, an unwilling (so you say) accomplice to any mischievous schemes he's cooked up. Racing about the streets of Krat, dodging this way and that, weaving through the alleyways and corners with a second natured ease due to each and every prior antic you two have had.

I imagine that only after narrowly dodging the poor soul who gave chase to you both has finally given up, does Carlo turn to you, a cheeky but rosy grin thrown your way. You can only huff and turn your head, complaining at once again being dragged into another one of his hair brained plots. 'This is the final straw', you think to yourself, 'no more of these chases'. Always the voice of reason you called yourself, the only one who cares enough to keep the two of you out of scuffles and minimizing consequences. The other half of your duo would simply angle his brows, matched with a boyish smile, brown eyes warm, a teasing call of, 'Worry wart', aimed your way.

You'd stay firm in your silence.

Seconds of the silent treatment turns to minutes, and you truly could have lasted longer, but the floor is uncomfortable and your legs are going numb, and it certainly doesn't help that Carlo keeps shuffling around in the already cramped space. You know what he's doing, trying to goad you into breaking your 'punishment' and demanding he knock it off. It takes all you have not to heave a sigh. It truly makes you wonder how you've both become such good friends.

Finally having enough of your hiding spot and the scuffing of Carlo's shoes, you turn your head, relenting. And he's close. Far to close. Clearly he's never once heard of personal space, face in your personal bubble. A startled yelp is ripped from your lips and you scramble back, knocking your back into the wall.

He doesn't have the decency to even attempt to hide his snort of laughter.

A menace to the core, mischievous Carlo.

You want to be peeved, annoyed at his inability to take anything seriously. But you see the joy in his smile and hear the way his laugh rings loud and true, gaze fond and sweet directed your way and soon enough you're laughing as well, giggling and smiling. Stomach aching, 'It hurts' , echoing somewhere in your head. It doesn't matter though, not when your head feels light and your cheeks warm. Tears welling at the corners of your eyes as you gasp for breath.

It's a simple and sweet bond, crafted out of trust and comfort, familiarity and warmth.

The news of his death rattles something terrible in you. A hollow, numbing feeling pools, spreading like tar, thick and heavy in your body. Fog building in your head, an anchor on your tongue. He's died, and with that has taken something of yours with him. They call it 'mourning', you've learned, something people do when a great loss is suffered. Meant to process grief and what was taken far too early. To cope, live on despite.

Whispers of sympathy and prayers permeate the streets, details of the accident are few and talk of honoring his life are fewer. Carlo and his fate hang over the city of Krat.

Haunts you.

Far too young are you to feel such a cruel twist of fate, the unsettling truth of what happens to everyone and everything. Something changes, curdles in your chest when made way to grieve. He's left you behind with the knowledge of the irrefutable.

Hours turn to days which bleed into weeks, and soon tragedy is washed away with the rainstorms that berate the city. Between the haze in your mind and the bustling murmur of the crowded streets, it's a miracle that you hear the call of your name.

He approaches you in the streets little more than a month after the news broke out, a light spring in his step. For a corpse, he seems plenty lively. Bright grin plain as day on his face, freckled cheeks scrunching with that familiar mischief swimming in his blue eyes.

But Carlo is gone. Cold and dead, mourned and missed, and you don't know who this is. You look a little harder, gaze sharper.

Blue. Wrong. Fake.

Get away.

You reel back with your heart thumping wild, ignoring the confusion that shows on his face, tears forming with a barbed response on the tip of your tongue and an awful ringing buzzes in your ears. What a sick joke.

Eyes still glued to the stranger, you step back. Slow at first, timid and careful, all before bolting away, ears picking up on the squawk of surprise sounding behind you.

You don't know where you're going. There's no plan in escape, you just have to get away from whatever that was. You barely have it in you to call out apologies for the people you nearly bump into. Your legs carry you between tall buildings and hidden corners of the streets, ducking and weaving, narrowly avoiding clipping your shoulder on the hard stone and splintering wood. Before you know it, you recognize the similar darkened streets that you had used in your own escapes with Carlo so many times before.

This part of the city was always dim, secluded and safe, street lights had not yet been installed around these areas, much to the frustration of those who lived in these parts. It never took long for a blanket of darkness to fall over the buildings and homes when the sun began it's descent and shadows would set just right.

Heartbeat drumming in your ears and chest aching, you reach blindly, feeling for a wall to lean your weight on. Panting, hunched over and gulping air down like a fish desperate for water. Head numb and mind humming with exhaustion.

'What was that? Some elaborate scheme? A prank?'

Any further thoughts are halted when you notice the pounding of footsteps behind you. Calculated and heavy, he, it, knows where you are. Probably followed you the whole time.

It's close, and with dread making it's home in your veins do you realize that you've nowhere left to go, you've lead yourself to a complete dead end. That fake will round the corner any minute and you'll be a sitting duck.

The sound of footfalls slows the closer it gets, you'd almost call it hesitant if you weren't scared out of your wits. Steps echo between the corridor walls, that awful, full body shake inducing panic shoots through you once more, an ice cold fear nestling deep in your bones.

'Leave me alone. He's gone. Please stop.' Stress plucks at your fears like an instrument, each strum yanks at your heart, leaves you anxious and paralyzed.

Had your heart not been hammering in your chest and pulse thrumming in your fingertips, you'd probably feel much more self conscious about the whimper that leaves your lips, weak and pitiful. Loud. Palms fly to your mouth, your hands clamping tight with a sting. Eyes screwing shut in fear.

The steps halt altogether, the only sounds you can register is the beat of your heart and the shallow, rapid breaths leaving your lips. It's cramped and cold where you are, jagged stone digging into your back.

A few feet away you hear a breath catch in someone's throat, and like earlier, a call of your name, only this time it's said with as much tenderness as a lullaby. Gentle. Soothing. Your eyes twitch just for a moment. It's unfair, using Carlo's voice like that. You know if you look there will be no going back, no denying what's happening.

You hear the call of your name ring out one more time, small and fragile, and you open your eyes.

There he stands, confusion clear on his face, brows loosely raised and lips set into a small frown. Taking your subtle acknowledgment as encouragement it looks as if he intends to close the distance between you, though the hope is quickly dashed when he sees you scramble at his advance, pushing yourself as far as you can go into the corner furthest away from him. You remind him of a wounded animal, an uncomfortable feeling clambers in his chest at the thought and his frown deepens.

A different approach is what he goes for this time, slowly, at a snail's pace, does he reach his arm out. Even in your manic state you still manage to toss an incredulous look his way, taking every bit of his common sense and resolve to not laugh at the expression. He'll gladly take whatever he can get, he'd do anything to prevent that fearful gleam in your eyes, squash any chance of being the cause of it himself.

You both stay in this standstill for what feels to be an eternity, eyes locked and unwavering, waiting to see who will crack first. A genuine gasp leaves his lips when he sees you reach out, shaking fingertips lightly brushing against his own. This is your call, he will follow your lead in this dance.

Finally, you stand to your full height and at a much slower pace does he do the same, and then you're back to staring at him, eyes flicking about his person this way and that, analysing everything. Normally he'd say you're overreacting, call you a 'worrier ' and be done with it, but he knows better. You've changed, something has happened to you in his month's absence and he doesn't like it one bit, you stare at him like he's a stranger, ran as if he'd flashed a weapon from underneath his sleeve.

So wrapped up in his own thoughts, he barely catches what you've said to him, mind struggling to put the puzzle pieces together. Ever the merciful out of your duo, you repeat yourself,

"What are you?".

'Huh.'

(Basically!!!! What if Carlo still perished, and P was still built to replace him, and Geppetto, in a frantic and guilt ridden haze builds a new son at an astounding speed, and with using such a, uh, 'fresh' Ergo leads to P 'waking up' nearly instantaneously. So rather than being a puppet becoming human, P is a 'human' coming to terms with what he actually is.

This is all over the place, but I imagine Geppetto would keep P's interactions with others to a definitive minimum, if P ever asked about it Geppetto would chalk it all up to his son being weakened so severely by his accident that he would need near constant supervision to maintain his health. Tells P that Ergo is what is keeping him alive, it's why his eyes are now blue and how he can wield the weighty legion arm with such ease.

Only a trusted few are allowed to know of his existence. I mean? The entire city mourned his son, he can't exactly have an almost carbon copy strolling about the streets. Reader is probs not at the top of Geppetto's 'can tell list' lol. I'm fully leaning into the idea that Carlo/P snuck out and went absolutely wild looking their bud lmao. Poor fella doesn't know that visiting reader is gonna come with a side of confusion and an unwanted existential crisis/soul searching😔

And final thing! I have not finished Lies of P, nor have I even reached a single ending (but I'm making progress every day! <:) ), so I apologize if any details are choppy, confusing, or don't align with what is canon! I don't know how Carlo died, and I do not wish to be spoiled, this was just a fun sort of AU(?) thought that just kept snowballing ^^; Thank you everyone for your time, I sincerely hope this wasn't too much of a mess, and that it was at least an entertaining read! <:) )

#lies of p carlo #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #writing post #augh goodness im so so scared to post this ^^;#i havent written in months and this is the most substantial thing ive posted on tumblr in YEARS #I need to steel myself ive been working on this thing since 2:06 pm yesterday and it is currently!!!! 4:56 am!!! girl get help!!!#writers i lomf yall so much how?? do you bring your thoughts and feelings and ideas into cohesive words i am asking for a friend #chels mumbles #chels writes #😳

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moonandris · 6 months

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#faye’s polls #writing polls #creative writing polls #writeblr polls #writeblr questions #writing questions #writeblr community #writing community #writers of tumblr #writeblr posts #writing gender #writing sexuality #important writing topics #important questions #writing post #can you please reblog pretty please #this is actually a topic that’s very important to me #and i’m very curious about everyone’s opinion on this #i’m fine with it as long as the writer respects the characters

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madmanwonder · 7 months

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Just Your Usual Day (RWBY)

Blinking rapidly, Jaune looked at the stoic face of the mole faunus with a bewildered expression on his face, unable to believe that she just said that to him or how open she was to her desires to try baby making sex.

“Taupe…,” He said the name of the ghost-skinned woman. “There’s time and place for you to say something outlandish and bizarre in public places…,” The knight-like hunter looked behind him to see the stunned blushing look on his friends, the look of pride on Nora and Navy face, and the anger on Pyrrha and Ying face. “…Because certain people might take a little differently than me.”

“So?” She said softly as she looked at him with a intense gaze in her unblinking pale-whited eyes. “Their reactions to my statement are inconsequential and beneath my attention.” The blunt words of mole faunus were direct and clear as she moved closer to the blonde with a unshakable gaze within her opal-colored eyes.

“All I care about is whether or not you will take up my date offer and baby-making sex with me, Commander?” Taupe asked as she looked at him waiting for his answer.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #jaune arc #taupe white (rwby oc)#writing post #my wriitng #my stuff

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late-to-the-fandom · 1 month

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There’s something unbearably cruel about finally reaching the scene you were excited to write because it was going to be a breeze and then it is not a breeze, but a gale force wind, that blows you off your writing course for days 😑

#why oh why can’t characters ever just do what it says in the outline #writblr #writing post

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ask-robosubmas · 10 months

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Submas AU: Mechanical Errors

Mechanical Errors: An AU where the subway bosses are now robots – programmed and built by Elesa, the gym leader and mechanic, for both safety and entertainment purposes.

Due to several attacks from Team Plasma, the Unovan world is now a dark and dreary hellscape of ice – thanks to an overpowered Kyurem canon that was tested on the entire region. Was it, perhaps, a tactic to prevent resistance?

It is verrrry difficult for citizens to feed themselves, navigate, stay warm and locate a source of hydration and shelter. The authorities also seem to be missing – coping with the same survival instinct. Help from outside regions is limited due to the danger and risks of the operations required.

As a result, many people have become frenzied for their own survival, and the trains used to transport people back and forth between shelter and possibly open grocery stores are accompanied by protective AI.

Emmet, who was created for entertainment purposes, attempts to lift the spirits of passengers by keeping them smiling.

Ingo, however… is the main protection AI. His presence is intimidating, and any wrong gesture or statement around him may trigger a pursuit.

Be warned, as his methods are not always pleasant…

#submas #subway twins #subway bosses #mechanical errors #writing post

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16woodsequ · 2 months

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As someone who loves to research and make their fics historically accurate i just want to say

Fics do not need to be historically accurate

The other day I was reading a wonderful fic set in 1940s, and I, as a history nerd, was fully emmersed and enjoying the story and the environment the author had crafted.

But it sadden me to see some critical comments pointing out little things the author had missed or maybe got wrong historically when the author hadn't asked for that.

Do you know how much work it takes to research a fic to make it historically accurate? Do you know how much nuance there is in the human experience? How much misinformation is out there? Even if you do try to research you will get things wrong.

Fanfic is not published books with editors and fact checkers. It's is a hobby piece of fiction and does not need to be held to the same standards you would a book you bought. AND, published authors fudge things all the time when it comes to historical accuracy.

Anyways, this is just to say, if you don't research for your fics, or you do a little research, or you just base things off what you've seen in movies, or your grandma's house, that's fine!

A fic does not have to be any more historically accurate than the author wants and nitpicking the facts will just dishearten authors who try .

This was the fic if anyone wants to read a wonderful story

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #writing advice #writing stuff #writing post #writing problems #writer community #writers on tumblr

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roselyn-writing · 3 months

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My OCs and Symbols/Shapes I associate them with!

A/N: Some of Symbols/Shapes meaning are made by me, I brainstormed my brain for these ideas and meanings. Also, pic isn’t mine, I found it in Pinterest.

Aliyaa Aepel: Circle, Heart, Black feathers.

Circle means: Unity, Heart means: Love and Compassion, Black feathers represent Darkness in Virginia.

Scylla: Triangle, Daggers.

Triangle means: Stability and Power. Daggers represent pure blood-lust in Virginia.

Arouj Roman: Demon eye, Yin and Yang, Trefoil.

Demon Eye: In Virginia; It represents demons and their ranks. Yin and Yang: Balance between two opposite things good and evil, Light and Darkness.

In Virginia Trefoil represents the seeker of redemption.

Simone Decrōnt: Rhombus/Diamond, Crescent and purple feathers.

In Virginia Rhombus represents Royalty and Prestige, Diamond represent power and Cresent represent the ‘good well’.

Purple feathers represent the reboundness of one’s soul An rising up against the odds.

Hadi Aepel: Square, Oval, Octagon. Arrow with Cirle.

Square means stability, fixed nature of matter, Strong foundations.

Oval represents: Immortality and infinity.

Octagon in Virginia represents good well and honesty. Arrow with Circle represents love for adventure and trips.

Eevie Al’shayle: Hexagon, Arrow, Pentagon, Decagon.

In Virginia, Arrow represents the change of one’s perspective of life; specifically, changes for the better, Personal growth, And the relentless pursuing of one’s true desires and goals.

Hexagon represents Harmony, Pentagon represents: Mutual recognition and good well. Decagon represents sincerity and innocence.

Selviya Levsloky: Infinity, Star, Key. Infinity represents immortality, Star represents hope and good well, Key represents liberation, never giving up.

Derek Monrik: Arrow, Hexagon, Spade ♠️.

In Virginia, Arrow represents the change of one’s perspective of life; specifically, changes for the better, Personal growth, And the relentless pursuing of one’s true desires and goals. Hexagon represents Harmony. Spade represents swords which represent strength and power. Spade In spirituality represents intellect, Action.

Ardin Kayuel: Four-leaf Clovers, Shamrock, Quatrefoil.🍀☘️

Four-leaf Clovers represent luck and fortune. Shamrock represents good well and mercy, hope and love.

Quatrefoil also represent good luck and fortune and well intentions.

Harumi Rose: Mystic Knot, Dragon, Yin and Yang too. Mystic knot represents: A harmonious flow of auspicious energy uninterrupted by any setbacks, misfortunes or accidents, This represents Harumi Rose so much.

Dragon represents: Strength, Wisdom and Power.

Yin and Yang: The balance between two opposite things Light and Darkness, Good and Evil.

Satoshi Hasashi: Chains, Torch, Pagoda, Yin and Yang as well. Chains: Represents connections and attachments, Imprisonment, A shared destiny and Eternity. Which resembles Satoshi Hasashi So well when he becomes the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu.

Torch: Freedom and liberty.

Pagoda represents: The path heightened awareness and heightened perception, Which Satoshi will learn later on.

Yin and Yang: The balance between two opposite things Light and Darkness, Good and Evil.

I will add more to this post!

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les-lestappen · 1 year

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prompt list:

What are you doing here?

Are you okay?

I love you, you know that right?

Did you miss me?

Could you stay, please?

Do you think i'm a good person?

You have to choose: me or them?

I trust you, but do you trust me?

You think that this is easy for me?

Are we okay?

Do you hate me?

What do you care?

Shall we dance?

Will you marry me?

It's okay, I got you.

I'm not leaving.

You're my best friend.

I've been in love with you for years!

I don't hate you, not even a little bit.

You're not so bad.

Don't listen to them.

Because I know you.

I hope you know what you're doing.

You don't have to pretend you're fine.

You deserved it.

Let's go together.

I love your smile.

I promise.

I'm so sorry that happened to you.

It's not your fault.

You can cry, I won't tell.

You look perfect.

Cause I was jealous!

They're morons if they don't see how great you are.

Promise me you're mine.

Stop it! It tickles.

Stop it! You're hurting me!

It hurts.

I'm just so tired.

Cause they weren't you!

I couldn't sleep.

Can i be the little spoon this time?

I just need an hug.

Do you want an hug?

I know you, wether you like it or not.

I know you better than anyone else.

I don't want to be your best friend anymore.

You're sick, let me take care of you.

Tell me this again when you're sober.

I really really want to kiss you.

I missed you more than I thought I would.

🌶 You've been bad.

🌶I think you deserve to be punished.

🌶Don't pretend you don't like it.

🌶I'll fill you up.

🌶Be rough, I won't break.

🌶You look so god on your knees.

🌶You'd look better naked.

🌶Strip for me, now.

🌶I told you, you're mine.

🌶Do you want to give them a show.

🌶You feel so good.

🌶I'll make that ass so red you won't be able to sit for a week.

🌶Just like that, take all of me. You're such a good slut.

🌶I don't even have to check to know you're wet right now.

🌶Does it hurt? -Hurts just right.

🌶You're so tight

🌶 You look good with my hands around your throat.

🌶What’s wrong baby? you need to cum? well that’s too bad.

🌶Did you think i was done?

🌶I want to see you beg.

#prompt list #whump prompt #writing post #writing prompt #romance prompts #smut prompts

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locitawritingsblog · 30 days

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Clown From The Past

Hi guys ! So I wanna try something pretty challenging. It's based on Xiono Story that I wrote on wattpad. Hope you guys like this one.

Chapter 5

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Torra, Ayu, and Vivian checked out every single toys and dolls to make sure they were good to donate. "Ooh. Look at this...." Vivian took an ewok doll from the box and cuddled it.

"This is so cute."

"I thought you're a fan of loth-cats." Ayu said.

"I am. Ewoks are also my favorite. They may be small but they have a great spirit of fighting." Vivian stared at Torra "Can I have this one please, Mrs. Xiono, please...?"

Torra chuckled "Sure Vivian. You can have it." Vivian cheered "Yes ! Thank you !"

During that, Ayu noticed Neeku enter the garage "Uncle Neeku, can you help us to bring these to the bottom ?" "Of course..." But Torra and Ayu suspicious after hearing his creepy tone.

Neeku put his evil face as showing them a knife "... After I'm done with you all, girls !" The girls were panicked as Torra taking their girls' hands.

"Hey, don't go anywhere. " Neeku chased them into the boxes maze. Soon after that, Kaz, Yeager, and Tam entered the garage and heard the screams.

"Oh no..." Kaz said.

Yeager suggested "Alright, everyone, split up. We have to get them before Neeku does." Kaz and Tam nodded and they three split up into the maze.

Torra, Ayu, and Vivian were still chased by Neeku "How come your uncle can be so creepy ?!" Vivian asked to Ayu. "I don't know, I never see like that before !" Ayu responded.

"Yeah, that not sounds Neeku at all." Torra said. "You think he's in cotrolled somehow like Aunt Amanda did ?" "I guess so." "Okay girls, you two split up ! I distract him !"

Ayu and Vivian nodded as they ran faster. Torra took the middle of box pile which closing the right road, letting Neeku chase her only instead.

Neeku groaned as chasing Torra faster. "Neeku, please ! This is not you !" She begged to him but Neeku didn't care as he was still in cotrolled by creepy clown.

Without Torra realized, her hand was pulled as few boxes fell down to stop Neeku. Neeku groaned loudly while Torra resisted who pulling her hand.

"Let me go !"

"Honeylatte, it's okay, it's me."

Torra regconized the voice as staring at her husband "Kaz..." He pulled her into a hug "Thank goodness, you're okay." Then he kissed on her forehead.

Then he mentioned something familiar, he saw a book of a creepy clown face on the cover. "Wait..." He took a book "This cover is exactly the same clown when I first time saw."

Kaz opened the book as Torra look around by each page. "What is this book all about ?" She asked curious. "It said...the creepy clown spirit will haunt the next family generation unless they can bring the spirit back in this book." He read.

"Whoever was in your family, he or she already put a big risk." Torra thought. "We have to stop this...and I have an idea."

Meanwhile Ayu and Vivian watched around them to make sure the creepy clown not seeing. "I think we good for now." Vivian whsipered to Ayu when she was shocked that Neeku was going to stab her best friend.

"Ayumi, look out !" She warned.

Ayu turned around and was panicked but luckily Yeager threw a doll to stay Neeku away from her. "Grandpa !" Ayu rushed to hug him. Yeager rubbed her hair "Glad to see you okay, Ayumi." "But not for long." Vivian pointed at Neeku was ready to face them.

"You're not gonna hurting anyone." Tam and controlled Neeku had a fight. "What's wrong with you ?! How come you became so creepy ?!" But suddenly his eyes became red and spoke in whisper "Because your friend is gone and he was too easy to trick."

Tam was so shocked until he kicked her out but Yeager got her. He then laught creepy.

Then he heard Torra speaking to him "Hey, you, clown ball..." The controlled Neeku was mad by it "That's right, I'm talkin' to you !"

But soon after that, the controlled Neeku felt something would definitely came to him.

Kaz sighed "Hope this works..." Then he read the spell on the book in whisper "Creepy clown, I order you to come back into this book immediately."

He immediately threw the book as close as he could. The controller just realized that when he felt was pulled of something.

"No ! This can't be ! NOOO !!!! This is not the last time you all see me, especially you, Xiono !"

The creepy clown spirit was pulled out from Neeku's body and it was entered into the book within' second with a holo lock appeared.

Kaz could sighed in relief as Torra cheered "We did it !"

Neeku finally awoke "Uh, why am I in the garage ?" "It was a long story, Neeku..." Tam helped him up "...Just glad you're alright."

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"Thank you for everyone to donate all these. I hope all those kids in need at Bluebella will be happy what we gathering." Queen Florence smiled as accepting two boxes of old clothes and toys. "Your welcome, Queen Florence. We just glad we could help as much as we have." Kaz said while the others nodded.

"We should go. Our appointment to get some food for the kids are on the way to Bluebella." The queen said to her daughter.

"Hey Blair, maybe you can have a sleepover here sometime ? What do you say ?" Ayu offered.

Blair was excited "How about it, mother ?" She asked to her mother "Well, that's alright, my darling. We'll prepare for this upcoming." Blair cheered.

Ayu joined to cheer as Torra put her hand on her daughter's shoulder while Kaz couldn't stop smiling, watching his daughter enjoying her life as he wished for.

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The End

I'm so sorry it took so long to finish this chapter.

I tag @cassie-fanfics , @genericficerblog , @aintinacage , @trapezequeen , @zaya-mo , @thebadbatch2022 , @fulltimecatwitch , @catcucumber-salad and anyone else who wants to.

#star wars fanfiction #star wars resistance #writing post #kazuda xiono #jarek yeager #tamara ryvora #neeku vozo #torra doza #clown from the past

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