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[154preciousteacups]

The Secret World || Closed RP

There exists in the walls of a certain house owned by a certain man a tiny little family. It is not a family of mice, or of spiders, but of tiny little people known as Borrowers.

Borrowers are very much the same as what we see as regular people, it's just that they happen to be very very small. And while some make their lives outside, hunting and catching small bugs, some prefer the comfort and relative safety (though, safety is in the eye of the Borrower, really) of the shelter of a Being's (we, if you don't know, are Beings) home. They have tiny little kitchens and tiny little bedrooms in their tiny little homes that they have made for themselves, but they often require things that they themselves cannot get on their own. This is why they are called 'Borrowers'; they borrow things from us. Little things that no one would really miss... sugar cubes and single tissues and on occasion maybe a cracker or two. Only what they need to survive.

One day, that little boy disappeared. He'd gone out to play in the outside grass. Emma liked to imagine that he went off to live as an outsider somewhere far away. They talked of him very little after that... and every time his name was said Daddy Steve would get a sad far off look... for he knew that the chances were that he had been captured... by a Being or an animal, they would never know. After that, Stevie and Emma stayed in their little nest house and Steve would always do the Borrowing. Only at night, when the Being slept.

Now you'll recall before that I said that this was a little Borrowing Family of two. That's because just last year, Daddy Steve went missing. It was shortly after the Being had gotten a cat... one morning he did not return from Borrowing, and Stevie asked Emma to wait- he may have been hiding from the Being and his cat. But after three nights of waiting, they couldn't wait any longer, and Stevie braved the house for the first time to take the little things that he and his sister needed to survive.

Life for the Borrowers goes on, after all, no matter how many disappear.

And for a year they cooked their little meals with the tiny spices and little shreds of meat that Stevie could manage to take. Emma would make their clothes out of little scraps that the Being would leave here and there, and was delighted whenever Stevie would bring home a cat's whisker- they were nice and sharp at the ends and were very useful as needles. He was as careful as he could be... he did not want the Being or the Cat to find him. But he did like to pick on the cat occasionally- a scrappy little one eyed thing that was really too lazy to actually try to catch him... so he'd jingle its toys here and there to make it angry... and run away before it could get there. He never told Emma, though! He didn't want her worrying. But he was a Rogers and Rogerses were Adventurous.

It would have gone on like that, with Emma cooking and maintaining the home, and Stevie doing the Borrowing, except... one day he grew very ill. He could hardly get out of bed most days, and almost always had a fever. They waited for him to get better... but after three nights of waiting, they couldn't wait any longer, and dear Emma braved the house for the very first time. She looked for just one thing... a medicine that Stevie called 'Aspirin.'

She made her ways through the walls, using a tiny little map that Steve had drawn for Stevie, just in case he went missing (good foresight, perhaps, but truly just an inevitability for a Borrower) and made her way to a place that was called a 'Bathroom' by the Beings. She looked out into the room with awe... it was shiny, and huge... Everything looked extremely slick- she would have to be careful. She ducked back into the wall and came out through a little panel that Steve's grandfather had made- it was a pathway onto a giant ledge that had many bottles on it. Emma furrowed her brow at them all... she couldn't read many of the words... but she was looking for one. 'Aspirin.'

With a great deal of trouble she was able to get over to the big white bottle without rattling any of the others. She smiled at her success and tried her hardest to get it open, but the lid seemed stuck. She tried to read the words, but was never properly taught to read, and so she took another look at the bottle and realized that there were pictures showing her that the secret was squeezing the lid and turning at the same time! So she pulled the bottle down onto its side so she could get a good grip on it- but it rolled away and it fell with a nasty clatter onto the floor below. Her heart sank and her blood ran cold. She didn't even think to run and hide...

[warriorxgoddess]

In Crimson Flame

Armor was mostly ornamental for those who need not fear death, and Sif wore little of it, yet what she had donned was splattered in blood, a streaked hand print across the bare skin of her abdomen where one of many warriors had pleaded with her, but he'd been unworthy. He died shortly after with Hela's reaper standing over him. It would wash off as easily as the gore under her fingernails, and not once in the effort would she think on the fallen. 

In her room she'd stripped out of her clothes, trashing the bloodied linens and setting her vambrances aside for cleaning later before collecting clean clothing and travelling naked from her room to the bath house at the end of the hall. It was there that she ran into Brunhilde, just climbing out of the bath.

"Sif!" Sif smiled at the older woman, the one who had handled most of her training, and now it was she who often handled the new trainees. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me?" 

She laughed. "Why would i do that? I wasn't avoiding you, I was avoiding Gladsheim entirely, I've only got another few weeks before Freya brings more trainees back. Hidr and Brinn have both told me this was their last war, they want to retire to Folkvangr."

Brunhilde shook her head. "Hildr and Brinn, they were some of Freya's first chosen, it's no surprise that they finally wish to ask release of their obligation."

"They're getting soft, anyway." Sif scowled, remembering the way Brinn had looked at Sif for denying the bloody-handed man, if she'd gotten there first, he'd be sitting in Valhalla now.

The look the elder Valkyrie gave Sif was doubtful to say the least, but then she brightened. "Oh! Did you hear? Freya brought back a thrall from Odin's halls."

"I hadn't heard." Sif replied, moving away to step into the bath. 

"A Jötun." Was the answer, and Brunhilde suddenly had Sif's full attention. 

"No... The stolen Prince? He would give up his bargaining chip?" Or had he found another to exploit?

"Yes! Loki! Freya brought us back a man!" Brunhilde laughed, slapping her bare thigh with a sharp thwack as she finally reached for a towel to stop dripping all over the floor. "He's attracting quite a lot of attention."

"I have no doubt of that." Sif said dryly, reaching for the cleansing oils, and ignoring the knowing look her friend was giving her. 

"He's been put to work cleaning up that unorganized mess of a library we have." She reported as she slipped out the door, rubbing her hair vigorously with the towel. 

Which was exactly how Sif ended up wandering into the library once she had gotten the blood out of every crease and dragged herself out of the bath, foregoing the kitchens in search of the Jötun she'd heard much about since she'd been young, but had never seen. 

[tetsuwan-atom]

@smithjanesarah

This better be the end of the trail.

It seemed like this game of cat and mouse had gone on forever, all over a simple electronic device. That was the short version of this dilemma. The long version, was that Bowen Chuuno, an Operator for the Ministry of Science, was trying to keep sight of a group of thieves who had stolen the prototype model of the Mark II Inter-Dimensional Networking Device, or IDND for short. What was meant to be a local chase, soon became one of multiversal proportions.

Dimension after dimension, world after world, he didn't even have time to rest, for there was no telling what could happen if these guys were able to get away. It was like the further he was set back, the more dangerous things would get, if he failed. Even at one stage, just as it seemed he lost them, he managed to catch up to them, just before their latest jump, to the next universe.

One which, he hoped, would be the last jump.

This latest world he had come to, it was a bit reminiscent of what he might be used to at home, though certainly the demographic was different. Britain, south of London. South... Croydon was it? That's what he got from the signs. Clearly this place hasn't got as far as his world has, since everything looked... older. Good thing he managed to find a newspaper with a date on it. 1981. What a time to be alive. Still, there wasn't time to stall, there was no time to waste at all. He was still able to track the stolen device, since despite the thieves cunning ability to steal it, they somehow haven't been able to figure out how the thing worked. This played to his advantage, since it could still be tracked, followed, keeping the game alive, for hopefully long enough for him to find it.

If only he had a proper geographic map, this would be so much easier. His IDND is that outdated, that while it's picking up the second one, it's only showing a radar display, which meant navigation was difficult. No car, no transport... no money, his cash clearly wasn't valid in this world. A stroke of bad luck, but clearly he was used to walking by now, probably a few dimensions ago at that. Things were starting to get dark as he got closer. Out into the fields, away from the houses, soon away from a road, a dirt path only leading him to it's current location. It hadn't moved at all, which meant this was where it was being stored. Jeez, he hoped this had to be it, this just HAD to be it. He was clearly running on fumes, adrenaline, with no caffiene, coffee or anything to keep him awake. He just knew, he couldn't lose this. He had to get that device back.

The building soon came into view, just as the stars would light the night sky. A tall building, clearly. Was it.. a warehouse of sorts? An old one at that, considering the brick design and all. With no other structure in sight, this had to be it, this had to be where it's held. Could it be the thieves' hideout? Well, there were vehicles parked out front. There had to be people about, that meant, he had to be careful.

Find a door, a back door, take care, check for people, lights, anything, sneak in. He's done this plenty of times, averting guards, soldiers, all sorts. A group of burglars surely wouldn't be too hard, but he mustn't assume, for they may well be packing some serious heat. The lights of course were all on in this place, which meant activity was about. Crates, giant containers, there were certainly many places to hide and walk through. Best to turn the audio indicator off. It wasn't needed, he was getting closer... and he did not want to get caught.

How peculiar, that the spacing between each container, or stacks of crates, was quite wide. Not narrow at all. Maybe that was for vehicles. In a few cases, he had to hide in some of the empty ones, as people, clad in black, passed through. Their clothes looked casual, which didn't give off the impression that they were from any big organisation. That might help things a bit.

Finally, on the edge of one of the walls, there was what looked to be an office in view, with windows. Lights on in there as well. Nobody inside, but on the desk, squarely on the desk, was that prototype IDND. The very thing he was looking for. Just a bit of weaving and hiding again until he was right at the door. Look right, left, up, ahead, nobody around. Good. He can breathe a sigh of relief, as he stepped into the office, hand out, about to reach for that device. It all seemed like he was about to wi-

*CLICK*

"Don't move." ...Well, where did that guy come from?

His hand was only centimetres from the stolen device, the blonde standing still as his eyes darted to the individual behind him, not saying a word in response. A tall man, again, clad in dark clothing, with a beanie on and all... and a nice looking rifle in his hands. Looking at the clip, this one might be semi-automatic. Yeah, these guys were packing.

Still, the gun aside. He did not see this man coming at all. That was just.. too quick! How? Actually, forget that, that wasn't important. What was important right now, was getting out of this now difficult situation.

...So much for this being easy.

[arocalum]

um @micool5sos ... u asked for people who have been in college to help u make a list of what to get and so bc im gonna be a junior i made a List that i hope helps u (and any1 else)

**this is pretty long!! so its a read more and you can ask me any questions if you want i would rlly love to help**

1. ethernet cable: even if your dorm has wifi (my freshmen dorm didnt) there were times that’d it be really spotty. i got the 50ft one lmao bc the hook up was on the other side of the room for me but i really recommend getting this so you will always be able to work on any course material thats online.

2. FANS: like multiple. neither of the dorms i was in had air conditioning so summer was like being nestled in satans ass. get a few to point in different directions in your room to keep it all cool.

3. egg crate foam pad: this is for ur bed. idk where i got mine but you can buy these at a walmart and they just make ur mattress not feel like a slab of rock under you.

4. slippers: idk if you normally wear them but i got ones w a rubber(? not exactly sure tbh) sole so i can wear them outside because you WILL have fire drills at 2AM and you will not want to try pulling on sneakers

5. headphones: probably a given. definitely needed for the library esp if u have a professor that requires you to watch a video there. get noise cancelling ones which are good for if your roommate is talking on the phone and you’re trying to work. (i use urbanears which i love)

6. refillable water bottle: I especially like using a brita water bottle bc it does have a filter and this is esp important in summer when its really hot. obviously ur not wasting water bottles and you can fill it with ice so its always cold. 

7. cleaning products: like paper towels you will need these and i didnt know how much so get enough or be prepared to go to the store. also get cleaning wipes like lysol or something whatever you like. also if you can fit it a vacuum bc ur floor will get Rlly Gross if you dont and will be Ass to clean at the years end

8. laundry products: i prefer laundry detergent pods but you could get liquid detergent if thats what you like. i recommend the pods though bc you can just throw them in with your clothes and not have to worry abt measuring. (i used two for LargeTM loads idk fun fact/ helpful fact). get a laundry bag/basket that you can close up and carry to the laundry room. (i use a bag but i saw someone will a wheelable basket). dryer sheets bc your clothes will get static-y if u dont use them.

9. dorm room products:  tote boxes for various things bc storage is limited and you will need a couple of these for cleaning supplies and maybe even pantry food if youre keeping any if your room. COMMAND STRIPS to hang up anything literally they will keep it up all year i was holding my mirror on my door with them.

10. shower products: industrial amounts of shampoo conditioner and body wash. seriously. you may not get a chance to get to a store (unless you have a car on campus) but really make sure you have enough to get through the semester. deodorant too btw always have a few sticks. a shower caddy even if you dont have a communal bathroom, this will keep your products separated from whoever you are sharing your bathroom with.

Other Things:

-Do not have ur key and ID not attached to something they are really easy to lose . for ur key you, ive seen girls use a hair tie by threading it thru the hole and wearing it on their wrist. for ur ID, i suggest just keeping it in your wallet tbh.

-Try to spend your money sparingly and im one to talk because last semester i was buying coffee with pennies but regardless. dont spend all your money in the first month and a half.

-Rug/carpet. my dorms has title flooring and idk what your floors will be but rugs and carpets will make your room feel a little more cozy esp in the winter ur feet wont get cold on them

-I think theres more but i really cant remember so pleasepleaseplease feel free to ask me anything

[thehollowsoldat]

Not Your American Boy Scout’s Camp

Journal of Jakob Baum. August 23, 1943– KLV, Linz, Austria, Germany

Translated from German.

Dear Gretch–

So far this is easier than my training but the songs will drive you nuts. The routine is strictly military. Reveille, raise the flag, eat, hike, march, shoot.  A good soldier boy like me doesn’t mind, but I miss my friends.

Wearing a Nazi uniform never got comfortable.  Bucky closed his notebook and tucked it under his pillow.  Never knew who was watching.  And he was in a wasp nest.  

The Invaders had received a mission.  A Kinderlandverschickung in what was technically Austria was turning out mostly SS recruits.  Now the Allies had no problem with Germany sending their children to the countryside to escape the bombs– England did that.  But these camps were military training facilities.  Brainwash the children, train the boys, and the Reich had more willing recruits to die for the cause.  It was Bucky’s responsibility to gather intel on how bad it was and get it to the Allies.  On no account was he to reveal his true abilities or try to protest on fear he might get erased or caught.  The Allies shoved fake documents identifying him as Jakob Baum from Munich, age 17, and told him to get going and good luck.

But Bucky wasn’t all alone in this.  He smiled at the ceiling, recalling a kiss to a red haired girl before Cap and Fury ushered him away.  One of his favorite memories.

Gretchen was working at the camp on a similar mission.  He would pass his intel to her and she would get it outside.

Picking up the journal again, he scribbled a few more sentences.

Thinking of you.

Your– He rubbed his face, sticking his tongue out.  Nope. He scribbled the word out.

Jakob

[illtakethewineyoukeepthebread]

Kieth's Eulogy || A convo starter

--fast forwarded a week's time for the memorial--

*walks up to the podium in front of the gathering of friends and family*

*looks down and pulls out a paper from his pockets, opening it as he takes a moment to speak*

This is one of the hardest things I've had to do... trying to come up with expressive enough words to describe my late husband, the beloved Kieth Reynolds- Langston. He would have been... completely overwhelmed by the... love shown today for him. Friends, family, and those who admired his conviction to carry on even when his demons seemed to get the best of him.... all of us being touched by him.

*licks his lips, taking a shaky breath* Kieth Langston grew up a man with a kind heart and open mind. The adversion of the time period didn't stop him from being himself, trusting in his personal feelings.

I... I had come to know him a few days after accepting my own passing to the afterlife here. He s-spoke through a close f-friend, w-wanting to help m-me in my t-transition since I h-had a hard time letting go. Those d-days w-were amazing to me. I b-began to feel for him, and h-him f-f-for m-me.

*looks down at his paper, it shaking a slightly as he smiles a little*

K-K-Kieth w-w-w-was.... *pauses, putting his fist to his mouth a moment, trying to regain his composure* Kieth w-was a loving husband, a teacher who h-had such a passion for his p-p-profession. He would talk fondly of his d-days teaching as a literature prof-fessor at a college and h-how much he missed that. With his ability t-to speak his first language... French... and his witch knowledge, I-I often would encourage him t-to teach here officially.

He started school again a c-couple months a-ago, d-doing so well. Kieth e-even did wh-what I thought impossible.... b-breaking a family curse... generations old. All th-those past d-demons and t-trials seemed t-to... wash away th-the scars. *bites his lip, closing his eyes*

*reopens them, continuing* Kieth found his happy place. H-he w-wasn't overly worried anymore, got a job offer to be on s-security... passed all his classes... He even found his watch... *chuckles slightly, tears in his eyes*

I know that today... he is with our Lord and Savior in Heaven... finally at peace. He m-may have passed young at heart here on the grounds... b-but lived a full 80 years all t-together, and God.... God c-called him home. He died.... died knowing.... how loved... he was...

*wipes his eyes with a light sob, bringing out a handkerchief and wiping the tears and his nose, stepping from the front and back to the front pew*

*sits and listens as anything else is said, the service ending a while later, waiting as anyone comes up to him*

[greeneyedmalcontent]

continued from here

Normally Emma wouldn't be caught dead at a place like this. She never had much use for flowers and trees hadn't figured prominently in her life since her younger self had grown out of the habit of climbing them. They were both pretty enough but that's pretty much all the blonde could say about them. They were pretty, visual background noise.

But for some reason, from the moment her eyes had fallen on the flyer handed to her by some anonymous stranger outside her favourite coffee shop, she'd felt this... need to go to the festival. At least that was the best word she could come up with to describe the impulse that had driven her off her usual daily course and into the aisle of daisies and... other daises?

Emma really wasn't a flower person.

She was about to right the whole thing off as her brain playing tricks on her and head back to her apartment as she rounded the end of one aisle and headed into the next only to stop dead in her tracks. 

And stared.

About half way down the aisle, and coming from the other end, was a woman. A woman that, on the surface, looked no different than the hundreds of other woman she'd passed that day... well, that wasn't entirely true. Few of the other woman were as attractive but it was more than just her appearance that has stopped Emma cold. It was a feeling she had no hope of ever putting into words. Something she'd never felt before.

Something that itched.

She scratched at the wide leather bracelet that covered the name on her wrist subconsciously, then looked down at her hands as the gestured registered with the rest of her brain. A quick, almost frightened look back down the aisle followed before Emma turned to the side and feigned interest in a blood red version of daisy that Emma was pretty sure counted as a rose. Or would have been if she could focus on anything other than the woman she was trying so very hard not to look at.

Was this it? Was this her? Was she finally going to meet her soulmate? Emma turned her head slightly to the side as she snuck another peak at the brunette and quickly looked away again when her heart started beating double time.

Why now? The blonde looked down at her clothes; a pair of slightly too worn jeans, ankle boots more suited to a work site than a red carpet and desperately in need of a polish, and a faded grey t-shirt with an equally faded logo of some long forgotten band. 

Another glance. Another rapid shift in tempo from her chest.

Of all the days. Stupid fate couldn't have given her more of a heads up. Even enough warning to do something more with her hair than the basic ponytail it was currently pulled into. 

Trying to make it look as natural as she could, Emma reached back to pull her locks free of the simple black cloth wrapped elastic band she'd slipped on that morning -- unawares of what the day would bring -- and quickly combed her hair out with her fingers. 

Maybe it wasn't her. Maybe it was just a really attractive woman out to buy some houseplants. Maybe Emma was getting her hopes up and making a fool of herself for nothing. 

Emma risked another peek, this time steeled for the racing of her heart, and noticed for the first time the plain white scarf wrapped around the other woman's wrist. She looked down at her own wrist, the fingers of her free hand toying with the buckle that held her own cover-up in place.

Or maybe...

She turned her head to take another look. A longer look.

She cleared her throat.

She took a quick breath then took several steps towards the other woman.

"Uhh... Re- Regina?" 

Soulmate ( reginaqueenmills & sheriffsaviour )

Since she was old enough to understand what the name was that was written on the inside of her wrist, Regina always wrapped it with a scarf of some kind.  It wasn’t like she was embarrassed by the name of it being a woman’s name…  She was attracted to women.  She just didn’t want it to change things in her life, or how people looked at her.  Regina wanted to become a woman of great accomplishments, of power, and strength.  A simple name of ‘Emma,’ just made that far too complicated.

Besides…

A flower and tree festival came into the city for the weekend one month in late spring.  She would go sometimes to these things, but this one took her interest far more than the others.  Flowers.  Trees.  Apple trees.  Regina had always wanted to plant a red apple tree.  She didn’t really know why, but the urge had pulled her in.

Regina walked the aisles slowly, absently glancing at things that caught her eye.  The small white scarf was firmly tied around her wrist and her dark brown, shoulder length hair was pulled back by a clip.  She was dressed in a grey pant suit, black heels, and a dark blue button up. She looked like just another citizen walking the streets, but to the name on her wrist, she would look like something more.

[tetsuwan-atom]

Under The Crimson Skies

@xbloodsoakedx

The shrine stood silent, under an ever changing light, save for one man outside, the sole occupant, the owner, the protector. He decided to be up nice and early to sweep the shrine.. and see the sun rise.

One would think this was a normal scene, in a normal world, on Earth, but you would be wrong.

This person was dead... and this, was an afterlife.

How gracious he is to have such luxuries, a shrine, just like his own when he was living.. and all of his possessions. It was like a second life, one that had no conflict, no problems, no sadness.... and no end.

Once he was a living individual, a person who did amazing things. Toppling giants, literal and otherwise, saving countless lives... and in his last days, he did the multiverse a favour, while sacrificing his experience of the living.

Here, without worries, to live his life without worry, to be undisturbed, to have no further threat to fight... it was like a retirement from all the struggles of life... and here.. he was happy..

Until....

“Heeey! Lord of the Kitty Cats!”

...Well... this wasn’t a world all to his own. There were other people here too.. somewhat just like him in certain ways. He would turn to see a tall, blonde male approach him, in armour that was typical of an older time.. a foreign time.

“And what brings you to my abode, Admus?”

“Sorry I gotta disturb your humble hermit lifestyle, but the big man wants to see you.”

“...You mean... Atom? What would he be after from me?”

“.. Search me.. I am not gonna pry into what our all mighty observer wants unless he wants me to know. Though I reckon it must be important if he is summoning you.”

“....Huh....”

Well, what could this be?

[rikerlynchimagines]

Imagine for Erica

Request: "Riker asking you out very formally."

Words: 1,300

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait. I hope you like it alright though!

You lost track of how many times you've read the text from Riker over. You had said sure, of course, but Riker wouldn't give you any hint what this was about, but you decided not to push it. He probably just wanted to hang out like usual, or that's what you told yourself, anyway.

It was a quarter to six when you walked up to the Lynch residence, figuring it wouldn't be a big deal if you were a little early. You knocked on the door and frowned in confusion when you heard hushed voices and a door somewhere in the house slam closed. Things just kept getting weirder and weirder...

"Erica! Hey, you're early," Ross smiled, stepping outside and closing the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes at him and smiled. "Well Riker said to come around six, so I figured it wouldn't be a big deal... it isn't, right?"

"No, no! It's fine, really. We all love having you around, so of course not." Ross kept smiling at you as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the closed door.

You couldn't help but to get the feeling that Ross was stalling for whatever reason. He was definitely acting strange, at least. "Is everything okay...?" You glance at the door behind him before looking back at the blond, trying not to get worried.

Ross nods - a little too quickly to calm your nerves any - and laughs a little, as if he doesn't understand why you would think otherwise. "Yeah, just give me one second, okay?" Before you get a chance to respond, Ross disappears behind the door again and you're left standing there as confused as ever. By now you're sure that something definitely has to be up, but you're still clueless as to what. As you start considering what could be going on, Ross opens the door, a less nervous looking smile on his face.

"Come on. Follow me," he grins, opening the door wider to invite you inside.

"Ross, what's going on?" You have to ask. In the year that you've been good friends with the Lynch's, none of them have ever acted like this.

"You'll find out soon enough," he half mumbles, chuckling as he leads you down the hallway. You follow along, feeling anxious to find out what the deal is. You're hardly paying attention to where Ross is taking you until you realize you're at the back of the house, facing the sliding glass door, but the curtains are closed so you can't see outside. You look over at Ross looking confused and about to speak up again when he just shakes his head. "Look outside and not at me, okay?" He grins as he opens the curtains.

You do as he says and your jaw drops when you see the setup outside. There are candles, lanterns, and a dinner setup at a table on the patio. Two places are set with metal dishes covering both plates, along with two wine glasses and a bottle of apple cider next to them. On the grass in the middle of the yard is a huge blanket laid out with a few other blankets and pillows on top of it and an acoustic guitar laying on one side of the blanket. You're both speechless and slightly confused as you try taking everything in before you turn back to Ross. "Ross, what-"

"Just go and see for yourself," he interrupts you. "Trust me." Ross opens the sliding glass door for you and closes it and the curtains after you're outside, making it obvious that whatever is going on, you're to have privacy.

You turn and face the setup again, jumping when you see Riker standing next to the table with a soft smile on his face. "Geez, Riker! You scared... me..." You trail off as you look him over, noticing that he looks more dressed up than usual. Usually when you two hang out together or with the family, things are pretty laid back and relaxed. Riker doesn't usually wear ties. Not at home, at least. You go from looking at him to the table a few times before it clicks and a soft "oh" escapes your lips as a light blush covers your cheeks.

Riker chuckles and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you to hug you. You instinctively hug him back, not getting a chance to speak up before he says, "it's too much, isn't it?"

You pull away to look at him and can't help but to giggle at the puppy expression on his face. "Maybe it is... but I still love it." You pause briefly before speaking up again. "What's all this about though? I mean... we've eaten together before and all, but this... this definitely feels different."

Riker smiles at you as he takes one of your hands in his to lead you over to the table. He pulls out your chair for you and motions for you to sit, pushing it in for you before he takes the seat across from you. You can tell that he's obviously trying to think of what to say or how to say it, and the look on his face really is adorable. After what feels like minutes, but was really only seconds, Riker reaches across the table and takes your hand in his again.

"Erica, I need to tell you something..." You can tell that Riker's nervous and you give his hand a reassuring squeeze, urging him to continue. Your heart is racing and you hope more than anything that he's going to tell you what you've been dying to tell him for months now.

"I'm in love with you," Riker finally blurts out, looking relieved yet anxious at the same time. "I've loved you for months now and keeping it from you has been torture on me," he smiles softly. "I think that you're beautiful and perfect and perfect for me, and as much as I love us being friends, I would love to be so much more than just that." Riker pauses again, nervously licking his lips before continuing. "Would you do me the great honor of being my girlfriend?"

You can hardly believe what you're hearing. Riker likes you, no, loves you. He actually feels the same way about you and thinks that you're beautiful and perfect and wants to be more than friends. You're completely speechless and know that you need to answer him, but the words just aren't coming. Instead of trying to find the words, you stand up and lean across the table, pulling Riker in for a lingering kiss that was so long overdue.

Riker reacts accordingly, seeming surprised, but yet reaches his free hand up to gently cup your cheek as he returns the kiss. The kiss breaks after about ten seconds and the two of you are breathless. "Wow..." Riker mumbles under his breath with a smile. He looks you over for a few seconds before asking, "so... is that a yes?"

You laugh and nod. "Of course it is."

"Thank god. Otherwise I wouldn't know what to do with all of this food and the blankets over there," he teases and you both laugh.

The two of you eat your favorite meal that Riker cooked for you. Afterwards, he leads you over to the blankets and the two of you curl up together to watch the sunset, him stealing kisses whenever he can and playing you a few songs. You stay out there until well after it's dark out, but neither of you care whatsoever. The night turned out perfectly and neither of you would change a thing.

[esenhighcliff]

Your Undivided Attention (Closed RP with teotheyordle)

Somewhere, a lone thrush started to sing with a rich trill, it was joined by several unseen companions, each contributing their own voices to the unique ensemble. The yordle slowed to listen, his attention diverting to the birds overhead. There was a slight misstep followed by the distinct crunch of dead leaves underneath, and the chorus was interrupted by startled birds in mid-flight. Esen flinched, shaking his head in retrospect. He begun manoeuvring around the various deadfalls and fallen twigs with an almost tender care, as he had learnt so many years ago.

Slowly, the birds regained enough confidence to resume, the tension alleviating somewhat. He eventually arrived at a clearing, a gentle rise encompassed by the surrounding trees.

"This'll be a good place to start." He said to himself. Taking a deep breath, he pooled his magical energy into his palms and pressed them against the earth. A pillar of etheric material erupted from the ground, elevating the yordle thirty feet into the air. Closing his eyes and concentrating fiercely, he begun to trim the shape of the pillar. Limbs sprouted from the structure, slowly forming themselves into branches. The main body carved itself into the shape of a trunk, while roots forced themselves into the ground. He begun working on the texture of the wood, the leaves hanging from the branches. And when he was done, it looked just like any other pine tree found in the forests near Bandle.

Resting contentedly on a high branch, he surveyed the forests below, hoping to catch a glimpse of Teo amidst the dense foliage. He had instructed the younger yordle to find Esen on his own. It was not a particularly difficult task, given that the pine tree was a dead giveaway. However genuine it looked, the birds did not deign to perch on the conjured tree. The footholds were too conveniently placed, the leaves staying rigid in the midst of a gentle breeze. And while it did give off a tangy aroma, it was foreign and not native to this land. Letting out a small yawn, he laid his body across the branch and clamped his eyes shut.

teotheyordle

[asecretagentleman]

Drabble/AU: sleeper agent : The leap of faith

((inspired/triggered by this occurs several hours after the crash))

Jean had nothing to do. The rescue was organized, DEM had arrived, the investigations and operations were going on. But Jean hadn't been invited, on the pretext that he was wounded, temporary blind of one eye and needed on Hazel's side. Well the last argument had really been used on last resort, to make him stand still, accept to be taken care of and postpone his own revenge ideas. Anyway, Jean knew that he could trust Zingari on this. Alastor's revenge will probably be more thorough and complete than anything Jean could imagine...

At one point in his life, he was persuaded that multiplying emotional attachment was the solution against the pain. That atrocious pain he always felt. Since his very first day of existence, nobody ever stayed for him. Therefore it was easier to make fidelity oath to organizations not men and safer to love several women not just one. Because she could leave, she would leave, like everyone else. They always leaved, sometimes because they discovered that they were not alone in his crowded heart. Always making a little hole behind them but it was easy to don't focus on the hole.

It was an unconscious choice that he never questioned. It seemed a good idea. It worked. Until today...

Today, Lady Maria had been slaughtered, by Liliana. Today, Tabitha had died alone in silence, in pain, crushed at her work station. Today, Virginia was missing, Kristi was missing, Meredith was missing. How many more? Today his heart was so full of holes that it was hardly holding together. But it was still beating, surprisingly, because of her, because of one woman. Only one. Just one.

When he knew he could have lost everything, including his life. He stood up and didn't thought of anyone but her. Every other woman in his life was absent form his mind at that moment. He could have tried to save himself, but he had to save her. His life wouldn't have been possible without her. Only her. Just her.

So he had put his life in trial to get to her. Without thinking about anything except the fact that he wanted to see her. As always, in moment of distress he wanted to see her. As always, in moment of danger he wanted to save her. She was only one woman but she was his Princess.

She was unhurt and now he knew why she wasn't, why she couldn't. But he also knew that it didn't change a thing: He would come to save her even if he could be hurt in the process and she couldn't. He needed to see her alive or die trying to see her.

Now that he was a her side, He was wondering since how long his heart was beating for her without his stupid brain noticing that fact. Act in consequences was a huge leap in the unknown, maybe the more dangerous thing he could ever do.

"Jean?" Hazel was looking at him in concern. He realized that it has been a too long time that he had been silent. Even now the words weren't coming. He gulped. She took his hand. "Caneton, what's going on?" He rested his forehead on hers, wondering how often they had been so close, in unison, without closing the last gap between them. "You will never leave me, right? Princess, you won't left me alone, would you?" Hazel smiled sadly. "Only if you promise to don't leave me, because I would miss you." She frowned "Why do you ask, that?"

To answer her question, he closed the gap and connected his lips to hers.

[championselect]

Update.

I’ve been wanting to write this message for a long time now, and given my long absence, I oughta fill people in on what’s happened, and what’s going to happen.

It has been a very, very long time since I’ve been in character on Tumblr. Last year I planned to be active as I was getting way more free time while finishing university, but I never expected having too much free time would be as equally draining.

I was basically in a rut for months on end, being completely unmotivated for the longest time. Even with the desire to add new muses (taking on the form of Rin Shima and a few teases in my muses page) to try and get the spark back, it was hard to break out out of that really dark place. Discord became my secondary home for keeping my writing sharp, but even then it gets walled from time to time. It was a hard time for my mental last year.

It was only recently that I’ve taken steps to be able to be more productive; something that sort of became my resolution when the year turned. (Fuck 2020, seriously, it forced me to cross out so much of my long-term calendar lol)

And speaking of which, the steps to be more productive resulted in me getting hired full-time for the first time! I actually start tomorrow, and my schedule’s set to be a 9-6 routine job. Not that I’m complaining, though; the job I scored manages to combine my hobbies of gaming and writing into a dream job that I didn’t think was possible to get.

Unfortunately, that means I’ll have even less time for the foreseeable future to be active here on Tumblr. With that being said, consider roleplaying this blog set on an indefinite hiatus. I’d say retirement, but you know, never say never.

Though, that isn’t to say I’m  gonna forsake this blog entirely. I’ve been roleplaying here for about eight years now, and I’ve the fondest memories in this site, made friends here that have become such a big part of my life, and owe everything here for opening the door to this very job and career I’ll be starting in.

So what I’ll be doing is that once in a while I’ll reblog RP prompt memes for all roleplay blogs that follow me still. I never really practiced reblog karma at all, and I’m still fine letting others reblog from me--because it’s fun seeing who’s interested in what scenarios. That’s the fun in roleplaying, I feel like.

I’m also gonna be reblogging images that count for aesthetics and for fandoms. Mainly, these count for content in what I’ll be reblogging in the future:

Persona

Fate Grand Order

Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku

Genshin Impact

Love Live

Sword Art Online

League of Legends

Yuru Camp

Hololive

On the other side, I’m also open to roleplaying on Discord as well! It’s become my primary place to be, and I don’t really mind long waits for replies either. Hit me up on IMs to see what kind of stories we can kick up and I can give you my Discord tag. Or if you just wanna chat up about the fandoms, totally fine with that too. 

I’ll make a proper pinned post about the blog’s status in the future, for now this post will be in reblog circulation for about a week, before I change it up to a TL;DR version.

I can’t thank this site and the community enough for everything. :)

[katana-wielding-michonne]

Michonne and Rick drabble

Over the past few weeks, Michonne and Rick had grown accustomed to sharing a bed at night. They both had nightmares, and having someone there for comfort helped a lot.

They never did anything, usually he would slip into her cell once everyone was asleep, and they'd both rest peacefully through the night, leaving before anyone awoke. It had become a habit.

Michonne got up, pulling on some clean clothes and heading into the main part of the cell block. No one was there except Carol, Beth, and Judith. She walked over to where Carol was doing the laundry and sat down next to her, starting to help.

"Michonne, you don't have to help me," Carol said, looking over at her. Since she'd been here, the older woman had been nice to her, more accepting.

"I've got nothing to do right now," Michonne answered, folding up a shirt in her hands.

They worked for a bit in silence. While Carol liked to talk, she always respected Michonne's preference for quiet. She wasn't very entertaining anyway.

"Where's Rick?" Michonne asked after a while. She didn't offer any explanation. If you explained yourself too much, it made people suspicious. Besides, everyone needed to talk to Rick every once in a while. Hopefully, no one would get suspicious of her. The last thing they needed was people getting in their business.

"He went on a run," Carol said. "Went with Daryl and Glenn. It's a long one, they won't be back until tonight. Don't know what they're doing either."

Michonne's eyebrows creased with worry. He hadn't told her that he was leaving, he just left. She hasn't even noticed anything strange about his behavior.

"He told me to let you sleep," Carol continued. "Said that Herschel had told him your wound was acting up. That's probably why he didn't take you with them."

Michonne nodded but was still a bit angry with Rick. She knew that he didn't want her out on runs. The only runs she'd been on since they had decided to be together, he had joined. He wanted to protect her, but she wanted him to know that she could protect herself. She could fight and kill walkers just as well as anyone, but he had ignored that. They often had discussions about this. He would say that he wanted her to stay at the prison, and she would argue that she spent months on her own, so a few hours wouldn't do any harm.

Rick and Michonne were similar, but they were also two very different people. It seemed like Rick was the type of man who wanted to come home everyday to his wife and kids waiting for him. Michonne had never lived that way. Her ex-husband had worked, but he got out earlier than she did most nights, so he would pick up the kids from school and daycare. She could never stay home for too long.

Michonne finished the laundry and went on watch for a few hours. Time seemed to drag when he wasn't here and it bothered her. She tried to push the thought of something bad happening out of her mind. He was all she had, and she couldn't even imagine what would happen to Carl if he lost his father. Watch dragged on for what seemed like forever.

When her shift was done, Michonne had nothing to do for the rest of the day. She walked around for a while, before hearing the soft babbling that Judith made. Walking up to the cell, she looked in the crib and smiled.

Babies had always made Michonne happy. Whenever someone she knew had a child, she would go over to their house and help them. When she has her own children, it was even better. She didn't need to give them back to their mothers. She would happily get up for two a.m. feedings and change diapers without any disgust. She loved children.

Picking up Judith, Michonne kissed her forehead and held her against her chest. The infant had grown so much since she had first seen her. The others had seen her holding the baby and seemed shocked at first, but eventually got used to it. Only Rick seemed to have any reason to seeing her with Judith, and it was one of love. He loved her and he loved his daughter, and she knew that he was seeing some sort of family in his mind.

Michonne walked out of the baby's cell and went down to make a bottle for her. She held her close and fed her, rocking a bit from side to side. When the little girl's eyes met hers, she smiled. "Hey sweetie," she cooed softly. "What a perfect little girl you are."

Michonne was still holding a sleeping Judith when they came back. The three men walked in, covered in blood. She knew it was most likely blood from walkers, but couldn't help her heart starting to race as she thought about the scenarios that had played in her head all day.

Walking to Judith's crib, Michonne set her down gently, kissing her forehead before turning around. She stopped, seeing Rick at the door of the cell. For a moment, they stood in silence.

"You're good with her," Rick said after a while, trying to break the silence.

"I've had practice," Michonne answered, her expression cold and distant. Her eyes betrayed her though, showing the hurt she felt from him leaving.

Rick sighed, walking over to her. "Don't do this," he whispered. "Don't pull away now, Mich. I need you." He reached out to her, holding onto her arms.

"Then don't keep things from me." She went to hug him, then remembered all the blood on him. "Are you okay?" Rick nodded, turning around and taking off his shirt. He then brought her close to him, hugging her tightly. Michonne pressed her face against his chest, relaxing.

"I got something for you," Rick said after a while. He pulled away and grabbed a small bag from the floor. "I thought you might want these." He handed her the bag.

Michonne reached into the bag and pulled out a doll. Confused, she looked at it, recognition hitting her. It had belonged to her daughter. She felt her eyes fill with tears as she reached in for the other item in there. Pulling it out, she saw that it was her photo album.

Michonne sat down on the bed, tears running down her cheeks. Rick sat down next to her as she started flipping through the pages, running her fingers over the faces of her daughters.

When she had gone through it, they lay on the bed. Rick had his arms around her and was stroking her hair as she clutched the doll against her. "Thank you," Michonne said quietly. Rick shifted, looking at her and kissing her softly. He pulled away after a moment, just holding her close.

"You did the same for us."

[thesixmillionringechidna]

Scathe has intruded the base!

scathethehedgehog started following you

The Echidna barges into Tower's office, wincing and giving a salute. "Sir."

"You better have a good reason for interrupting this meeting." Abraham ordered.

"Sir, the Emerald Shard is, for lack of a better term, acting up." 

"Then go to maintenance. Is there a point to this?"

"Yes sir. The Shard only acts like this when there's a large amount of Chaos Energy near by. As you know there's only one other large source of that."

"That Shard of yours is damaged and if there was such a large amount of energy near by then..."

Before any of them could get another word in the sirens started waling and a voice echoed through the facility. "High levels of Chaos Energy detected within the base. Repeat. High levels of Chaos Energy detected within the base. This is not a drill..."

The commander rose to his feet. "Mr. President, I will escort you out of here personally. Knuckles, assemble your team and meet up with everyone else where the energy is gathering." 

"I'm sure they're already on their way as I am sir." The Echidna barges out of the office just as fast as he came in, less than a minute later he found his way in the main generator room in between a Crocodile and a Chameleon, and raises his weapon at the strange ring that opened from nowhere just like everyone else in the large room.

[badly-drawn-piplup]

Upon a Star

Stella was sitting at the table in her castle's library, reading up on the lore of Etro. She swore she knew all there was to know of the matter, but after having a dream the other night about a mysterious dark haired boy, she began to have her doubts. She peered up from her book to see her father walking in and saw the look of shock on his face as she was reading the same book that he figured she must have read a hundred times.

“Haven't you read that one enough times already? We have other books, you know.”

“Yes, I know, lord father. But it doesn't hurt to brush up every now and then,” she grinned with her palm over her mouth. Her smile was said to be the pride of the Fleuret family, and indeed, it warmed her father's heart every time to see her with the radiant smile of her.

He grinned as well. “Alright, then, just don't spend too much time on it. You still have other duties.” He picked up a book, then walked away, only to turn around as he left the room. “Make sure to  make room for fencing practice, yes?”

She stood up and took a bow. “Yes, m'lord father.”

He laughed. “Must you be so formal in our own home?”

Stella Nox Fleuret's younger sister, Lunafreya, had always wanted to play with her. Despite them being around the same age, Stella was just a bit older and wiser, yet that made all the difference. She was very protective of her family, especially her sister. The two would practice fencing together and she'd teach Luna many things about the world around her.

With the ongoing war, it was important that she protect the life of her younger sister at all costs. It seemed that at any moment, disaster could strike.

The two met at the field behind their home for fencing practice. Stella's prize rapier was in full view whereas Luna merely held a fencing sword for practice.

“Dodge!”

“Parry!”

Luckily, they were both wearing protective gear. It seemed as if Luna still had a lot to learn before she could properly defend herself.

They took a quick break and sat down.

“I worry about you, sister,” Stella leaned over.

“Big sis, I promise that one day I'll be strong like you,” Luna replied in her soft, but frail voice.

Stella looked mournful upon hearing that. “Don't say that...”

“Why not?”

“The state of the world isn't pretty, I'm afraid. You have to understand that there may come a time where I cannot protect you.”

“That's why I gotta be strong like you!”

She nodded. “Strong, yes. But not like me. We aren't strong in the same ways. You must understand that that is not a bad thing. Promise me if anything happens to me that you will carry on.”

“I-I promise, big sis.”

Stella reached over to hug Luna. “That's what I wanted to hear. Now are you ready for round two?”

“Yes!” She grinned.

“Very well, be on your guard.”

After they finished their practice, Stella and Luna both returned to their separate rooms and waited to be called for supper.

Supper never came.

A knock was heard outside, which at first led Stella to believe that someone was knocking on her door. No, she thought. One of the servants would have announced themselves if that was the case. She peered outside from out her window and saw smoke. Something is seriously wrong here. She bolted out her room and raced toward where Luna's room was. I must protect her at all costs.

She slammed her fists against her sister's door. “Luna! Are you there? Luna!” But heard no answer. She barged in only to cough as the room was filled with dark smoke. Oh no. Luna.

“LUNA! ARE YOU THERE?”

From around the corner ran her sister.

“Sister, there you are! What's going on out there, where is our lord father?”

She shook her head. “I cannot say, but I fear for the worst. We have to get out of here and to safety.”

“But...where is safety?”

I would like to know the answer to that question as well, Stella thought, but dared not say.

“Come on, we can take shelter underground!”

Another BANG as an explosion hit from outside, pieces of the castle falling each way revealing the light, or rather, the darkness from outside as smoke poured in. They ran as quick as they could down the stairs, unable to see any trace of anyone else.

It was as if a fireball had hit, as the stairs below them collapsed on themselves, leaving a large gap to which Luna nearly fell below.

Stella grabbed Luna's hand. “Trust me, sister.”

Luna nodded, although still afraid.

Stella put a protective barrier around them and jumped down as far as they could as another explosion hit right behind them. Although they were protected and narrowly made it past the rubble behind them, the shock caused them to fall.

“Come on, we need to get up, we can't falter.”

Despite the barrier seemingly having protected them, they were both bruised badly, and Stella didn't have the energy at the moment to raise another magic shield for her sister. She had to be her shield.

They were almost down to the basement now and the two could see from outside. The whole city is in flames. This truly is the end. Stella felt like weeping, but dared not do it in front of her sister.

“Sister, remember what I told you just earlier?”

“Yes, sister.”

“Good,” Stella nodded. “Continue to remember that,” She said as an explosion hit them both dead on. Stella sensed it fast enough to push Luna down the basement, into shelter and safety, but not without several burns to her body and her dress.

“Sister, NOOOOOOOO!” Luna screamed.

But it was too late to call out. The castle had caved in on itself with Luna not being able to see anything above.

Lunafreya wasn't as safe as her sister would have wanted her to believe, however. More barrages fell down and the basement ceiling was collapsing on itself. She was having trouble finding any place to avoid the rubble. She fell over and a stone block fell on her legs, causing her to yell out in the process. It appeared as if it would be her time to go as well.

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret awoke with broken pieces of stone tile above her. She struggled to pick herself up, her body aching. It felt as if at least a good few bones in her body were broken, and her body burned. Yet she recalled being so close to dying. Still, she thanked the goddess Etro and wondered, if I'm still alive, then maybe my sister too...

She struggled, barely able to pick herself up, but got to her feet, watching as the sky was snowing with ash and watching the bleak scenery of a city in flames. Who could have done this?

There was no time to keep wondering these things, she did her best to look around for her sister, digging up rubble and hoping that somehow, her protector was still alive.

There were no traces of her nor her body, yet when she looked up at the sky, she could see something else besides the falling ash. A different kind of white. White lights rising. It reminded her of the stories Stella would tell her about how when a soul departs, it departs for the gate of Etro. She hoped that she could see her sister one day, but even more so, that she could be strong, and survive for her sister.

“I have to be strong,” she told herself. “Even if it's in my own way.” She limped on, her body aching and in multiple forms of pain.