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daily affirmations:

i am kind

i am in control of my emotions

it does not bother me when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

everyone in the house has the right to be in the kitchen

i am kind and in control of my emotions even when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

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I propose a neglected reader who is taken in by the old ladies of high society.

At first, the poor thing looks quite lost at the galas, and they keep their distance. However, over time, they notice that dear 'Brucie' Wayne doesn't treat her like the rest of his children. In a way, she is like them—faking a bright smile while concealing the weight of a broken family behind it.

So, they decide to train her to be not just a lady, but a true socialite, a shining star who will one day find her freedom.

They may be trapped in their marriages, but Martha’s granddaughter will not be.

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I read a quote that said 'I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off these pages and thinks, "I would have loved her."

and I'm still crying about it.

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My genuine reaction to Conquest's Monologue tbh.

But no seriously, think about it, the Viltrumites are the exaggerated evolution of a hyper-competitive, hyper-violent, hyper-individualist society. Low key, I think that's why Kirkman made every male Viltrumite looks like someone's Dad or Uncle. It's almost like, a very blatant representation of what even a normal guy is forced to become under such an extreme system.

Additionally, the mustache, especially the short ones that most Viltrumites wear exude a sense of that old-school patriarchal look.

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i’m such a robin fan. i love all stephanie browns and non-stephanie browns equally

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*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

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Dandelion's Masterlist

All of my writing so far is reader inserts, and all of them have been written in a way that teenage females are the target audience, sorry

The Walking Dead

ONESHOT

-Carl Grimes

one

two

SERIES

-Carl Grimes

Mute, 2

Percy Jackson

HEADCANONS

-Percy Jackson

Swimmer!reader

Batfam

SERIES

Trials of Time (coming soon)

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Mute Pt. 2

Currently, I'm trapped on an overrun farm with an old man whom I've come to respect, but who refuses to leave his home, all while his daughters climb into cars to save their lives.

I climb into the R.V with Jimmy to, hopefully, get out of this seemingly endless sea of Walkers. We can't even make it out of the yard when the barn that had previously been used to contain the dead is set aflame. Jimmy redirects the vehicle to the burning barn. Out climbs Rick and his son Carl onto the roof of the R.V, agitating the Walkers further.

The door to the R.V. caves and dead start to flood in. I hear the two on the roof flea and Jimmy's pained screams cut through the stuffy air. My body moves faster than my mind as I swiftly climb up and through the fire escape and onto the roof of the R.V where I can feel the warm wind. To where I found myself again, what was my sanctuary. I try my hardest to get the attention of the group without getting eaten alive, but they continue to flee, leaving me behind. I can't scream, cry, or call for help. How can I get their attention?

Heat seared my eyes. The fire held me back from the group but kept me out of reach of the walkers. My attempts at calling for my group only blended with the dead calling to their prey. Even if I were able to hear me, they wouldn't recognize my voice; still, my voice sounded ragged and painful. As the people who promised to protect me get farther from the dead, they put distance between me and my safety. Panic claws at my mind and my breath scratch like nails on a chalkboard. The ever increasing distance only speeds up my heart rate. Yet they keep getting farther...

I'm left without company, realizing that running is probably the best chance I have to get out of here alive, even if it leaves me completely on my lonesome. Who would be the first to notice I'm not with them? Would my absence leave an impact on their subconscious?

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I wake up in the same bed that I've occupied for the last year, hot and sweaty due to the nightmare. I rarely have nightmares anymore, but that one always hits me hard in the morning. Rick's people never looked for me, or if they did, they didn't find me because I couldn't stay around long enough to wait for them.

But I'm not that girl anymore and, the past, maybe, 3 years, no longer matter to me. I'm safe, and in a place where people like me for who I am. and not because in a pair of ears that are always ready to listen. My bed sheets cling to my sweating skin. Anxiety still eats away at me. But now that I have people who care, they fill in any cavities left behind. It's a good feeling to finally feel whole

Eventually I gave up hope for my first group to barge in as if knights in shining armor. I found a place called Alexandria, and they paid me attention, helping me regain my voice. I trust them with my life and they can rely on me to bring in supplies. They know my story but they don't know the names of any of my old group members. I've told them that when we are bringing in a large amount of people at once, I will go silent until I feel comfortable around them.

There's a light hum of conversation dulled by the walls of the house. Slowly, the hum of my peers lures me out of bed. Creeping down the stairs, a creek squeaks out and blows my cover. The heads of my favorite people turn to me and smile in greeting.

There are people I don't talk to within the community, like Ron, he makes me feel uncomfortable and sweaty, in a bad way. One of my best friends is Enid, she knows what it's like out there, when she arrived she wouldn't talk to anyone. She knows the names of my last group, in return she told me that once she ate a turtle. That's all that they're worth to me now, a dead turtle. Sometimes we stay up so late talking to each other, on the roof of a vacant house, we pass out in the middle of a conversation, she's so close to me that she could be my sister.

When I got here I put my voice on the top of my priorities, I whispered where ever I went, gaining strength and volume. The town's head doctor talked to me like I was a normal patient but once I was at his house getting a hair cut from his wife and he stormed in drunk as a skunk, ever since then I speak to him as little as I can. I still talk to his wife, Jessie (A.K.A MILF).

Eric and Aaron have been gone all week leaving me in the house alone. They recruit the new members for Alexandria, that's where they've been. I've been basically adopted by them, I live with them and call them Dad and Pops.

As I'm getting dressed the Walkie-Talkie on my dresser goes off. "Hey N/n we'll be home today, the group we're recruiting is coming with! They will strengthen the community a great deal!" Dad speaks with little static. I pick it up off the dresser to respond. "Can't wait to see you, it's been a long, but worth-while week, can't wait to meet them!" I finish dressing and head to Deana's house to inform her of the good news and to help her with the housing arrangements. By noon they're supposed to be here and everyone is at the gates, Enid and I are under the watch tower so I can see my Dads and hug them first.

A vehicle can be heard at the gate, no one moves a muscle until they flash their headlights. Once inside the car stops and out comes my Dads and the people who haunted my nightmares for the last three years, plus a few strangers and a baby. I turn to Enid and can only manage a whisper "It's them" And with that I turn to my dad and Pops and hug them only to flee after.

How could they? They leave me on the farm, to find my own way, to survive and to find my own safe haven, and they have to show up to ruin it, along with the voice I worked so hard to earn back! How could that be fair?

What is fair? The world has come to its end, perhaps fair went along with it.

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Percy having a crush on reader who is on the swim team

Sees you as he is going to his swim practice and doesn't really think too much about you, but you caught his eye.

When his practice is canceled and Paul can't pick him up for a while, he decides to just watch the girls' practice. He keeps noticing you in particular.

Admires how gracefully you glide through the water and has a little crisis about how someone can so easily do what he does without powers.

Paul picks him up a little later and he can't get you out of his head.

Trys to make sure that he hasn’t seen you at camp before, even though in his gut, he knows that he hasn't.

He notices you around more often and wants to talk to you, but doesn't know what to say, and can't even invision how that conversation would go,

"Hi, I'm Percy and I watched you swim once and now I can't help but think about you all the time. What's your name, by the way?"

You eventually talk on the bus ride to a meet and it's very casual.

You, of course, have already heard lots about him. He's the kid that has been wanted by the police multiple times, yet not once arested. Talking to him, you have a hard time believing that, and decide that you have to get to know him.

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thinking abt luther hargreeves and debt. like that's literally his whole character arc.

he grows up favoured, even reginald refers to him, in his journals, as "my favourite" (intentionally i might add, he raised all of the children in a way he knew would adhere to their powers, not them as people.)

he grows up believing he is the best, because its all he has been told his entire life.

the other siblings eventually leave and start their own lives; become their own people. they understand the fact that the umbrella academy is in the past and that reginald isn't a good father.

but luther can't. he truly believes that his father loves him. his worth, his self image, his entire person is attached to the umbrella academy due to the way reginald raised him. to him, he is nothing without reginald nor the academy.

so he stays as reginald's lapdog, loyal to a fault. so loyal in fact, that it almost costs him his life.

he wakes up after god knows how long, completely and utterly different. he is told his father did the only thing he could. reginald saved his life.

so he doesn't leave again. but this time, he sees cracks begin to form in his and his father's perfect relationship (were they there all along, was he just naive to believe that anyone actually loved him?)

he feels guilty for being angry with reginald. he hates the fact that he's stuck in this body (if only his father had gotten to him a moment too late..)

then he's sent away to the moon. a mission reginald does not want him to return from, warped into luther's ideal of "the most important mission yet".

he rots up there for four whole years. its not much different from home anyway but at least back there he could talk to pogo or grace.

he loses himself slowly, the impossible questions of "was i right for staying? does he really love me? have my siblings forgotten me? why did it have to go like this? why, why, why," whirling around in his head.

then, on a lazy 'morning' (or is it night? the moon is so far away from home) he gets a transmission telling him that reginald is dead.

his entire sense of self is lost as soon as he reads those words, his entire life gone in a flash, just like the ecliptic sunrise that he had seen moments before.

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fanfics are one of the best things that humanity has come up with. i fucking love reading stories about my favorite characters from people who have the same brainrot as me