#꒰ 🕸 ꒱ river ╱ answered ◞

[svtellite]

"let me distract you." ( lily @ river )

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      "And then I..." His rambling about today's unfair events paused upon hearing Lily's words. "Wait, wait, what?" he stammered, doing a double take in her direction. "Distract me?" His brow raised upwards, and the sudden racing of his heart did not go unnoticed by him. "I-I, I mean, if that's what you want to do," he shrugged nonchalantly as if his stomach wasn't strangely filled with the sensation of a million spiders crawling around. "I don't see why not!" A nervous chuckle left his lips. He wasn't sure what she was on about, but it was a quick wave of disappointment that he couldn't pinpoint when he turned to look at the pile of paperwork they had to do. "Oooh, you meant to like work; okay, yeah, I get it," he laughed sheepishly, his fingers threading through his hair. 

[jasmines-library]

The ‘Do Not Call’ List.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 15. Prompt: barley conscious.

Fandom: DC/batfam

Summary: After finally escaping your life one night without saying goodbye to your family, you find yourself in jeopardy, which leads to a well anticipated call.

Warnings: Blood, stab wound, near death.

Word count: 2.1k

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You were bleeding. Heavily.

The weapon was still lodged within your chest. 6 inches deep it sat, dislodging your ribs which you were sure were shattered, and tickling away at your lung. You hadn’t seen it coming, hidden behind the back of the man you had been tracking. It was too late by the time you had realised he had it; he got you good before sprinting away.

You had tried to get out of this life, leaving those you loved behind. You couldn’t deal with constantly living a lie. So you left. Packed your bags one night, upped and left. They had tried relentlessly to get ahold of you; Missed calls, unanswered texts and even trying to track you on the street cameras, but you knew how to cover your tracks. Being trained as a vigilante does that to a person. You changed your hair and your name, changed your clothes and your hobbies until even you began to not recognise yourself. It hurt to heave your family that way, but you thought it was the only solution. You had seen the texts flooding in. At first, they were concerned, then they turned to anger and morphed into pain and fear once again.

As you staggered backwards, gripping onto your chest, you knew that you shouldn’t have followed him. You knew that you shouldn’t have, that you should have just turned and ran the other way like any normal person should have, but you couldn’t. You missed them. You missed Tim’s meek smile and Damian’s sarcastic remarks, Jason’s wit and Dick’s comfort. You missed collapsing in the study after a long patrol to curl up and watch a movie. Doing this would have brought you one painstaking step closer to them again. So, it was one more criminal.

The blood pooled around you as you cried out, sinking to the floor; a dark river of scarlet oozing from between your fingers. Coughing harshly you tried to apply as much pressure to the wound as your weakening body would let you. The fit only jostled the wound more, eliciting a cry of pain which caused you to fist your shirt.

That was when you suddenly remembered the phone in your jean pocket. You knew that you should call for help, but when you agonisingly slipped it out of your pocket, the number your bloodstained fingers dialled wasn’t the typical number someone would call if they had a fatal stab wound.

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Tim froze when he saw the name flash on the screen; a name that he knew at one glance. Your name. He hadn’t stopped searching for you since you left them high and dry, albeit there was no sign of you. You had vanished without a trace. His late nights turned even later as he scoured the internet and hacked into the cameras trying desperately to catch a glimpse of your face. He was often accompanied by Jason, who spent his time calling your number or leaving you strands of unopened texts. He hadn’t taken it so well. His nights were full of relentless torment in the form of unsaid thoughts of you. So, when he strolled in groggily to take his usual seat beside his brother but saw your name on the screen, his glass shattered on the floor.

“Is this real?” He asked, ignoring the glass and crossing the room in two strides to reach the computer. Some part of him believed that this was some sick joke, but then the ringing stopped. And started up again moments later.

“Answer it.” Jason told him, fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

When Tim pressed the answer button, they were hit with the sound of ragged breathing.

“Y/N?” He furrowed his brow, unable to hide the worry laid thick in his voice. A million thoughts raced through your mind at once.

There was silence on the other end of the line, before your voice pierced through the emptiness. “Jason?”

“Y/N? Where are you? What’s going on?”

“I…”

You were cut off by a coughing fit which caused blood to spill from the corner of your mouth. Both of the boy’s eyes widened at your wine of pain.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“What?” Jason was frantic now, moving around the cave to gather his weapons. “What’s going on?”

Your breath shook as you struggled against the pain. “I didn’t see it in time…”

“See what?”

“I’m sorry I left.” You dismissed his question to continue your ramble. You had to get the words out. You had to tell them. “I had to get out…I had to-”

Tim repeated his brother’s question, but once again it didn’t register in your mind.

“I didn’t want to leave. But it was the only way and I miss you. I miss you all and I need you to know that I love you all so, so much-”

“Y/N!” Jason cut off your rambling and you went quiet on the other end of the line. “What didn’t you see?”

“The knife.”

Jason’s blood ran cold. Suddenly your state made sense. The ragged breathing and the cries of discomfort. “Tim. get a tracking signal.”

“On it.” His fingers were already trailing the keys, working away to find your location.”

“Where are you?” Jason was tugging on his mask.

There was no reply. Just pained wheezing. Then the line went dead.

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During your time as a vigilante, you had often thought long and hard about how you would die. And you supposed this wasn’t far from it. You had always imagined you would go down in a fight. Shot down in action while saving the city, or whilst sacrificing yourself to save one of the boys. In a way, this wasn’t too dissimilar. You did go down trying for the greater good. Trying. But you hadn’t imagined that you would be alone. You supposed it was better for everyone this way. The one thing you definitely hadn’t accounted for was the cold. It dug down deep into your bones, stabbing away like a thousand tiny needles. It made an odd contrast to the burning of your chest. Though slowly, you started to feel nothing at all as you began to drift into a numb haze.

Gazing up at the sky, spots danced between your vision, blending in with the stars that twinkled above you. Smiling, you watched them dance around until one feeling began to blend into the other, until there was no feeling left but the darkness of the sky above you.

At first, you didn’t realise that there was a face besides you, until you were brought back to reality by the stabbing pain radiating through your gut. You screamed, writhing as the knife was eased from your chest. For some reason, he wasn’t wearing his mask, but from the way that his hair was jostled, you could tell that it had not long been torn from his face. You could see the outline of his face in the light.

“Jay.” You whispered.

You could see his lips moving, but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. He looked panicked, speaking to someone that you weren’t able to see. You squirmed, trying to see who was near you, only to be held down by Jason.

Pressure to the gaping wound made you cry out. Then Jason’s lips were moving faster, and everything seemed to hit you all at once. Jason was calling your name, tapping your face gently. You could hear the murmur of Tim who talked to himself as he worked.

Your head rolled on a loose neck as Jason tilted it towards him.

“Stay with me, y/n. Please.”

Everything hurt, and your mind throbbed with your fast heart rate. It was hard to focus on anything with your doubling vision making everything swim around you.

You whined as you were shifted on to your side so that the younger of the two could begin to secure the bandages around you. You tried to focus on Jay, who had rested your head in his lap and was combing your hair through his hands, but you couldn’t. It was just too hard.

Your body began to slow down. Your eyes dropped and head lolled in his lap.

“No. No no no.” Jason was pinching you now trying to get a reaction from you, but your eyes only fluttered as you struggled to keep a grip on consciousness. “You have to stay awake.” He pleaded.

“Hurts…” you forced out, face contorting in pain as Tim continued to work and apply pressure to the laceration.

“We know. We know we’re sorry.”

“I’m nearly done. You’re doing so well.”

It felt like you were trapped in a never ending, agony filled cycle by the time that Tim finally finished bandaging you up and rolled you back into your side.

By this point, your eyes were spotting and your mind was swimming. You couldn’t even comprehend the pain. Your eyes fluttered, barely open a crack as you felt your mind wander, soon the faces around you blurred into the rest of the world and for one moment it was just you, consumed by the pain. And it wasn’t long after that until there was nothing. Just darkness.

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[mosscoveredpawss]

Hiya, Moss!

Just saw you reblogged an ‘asks list’ a few days ago so I’m snatching the opportunity 👀

🕸️ Do you often connect with your theriotype(s)? If yes, how?

🪱 What are some things that remind you of your theriotype(s)?

🦦 What candle scent would you say describes your theriotype(s)?

⭐️ If you have multiple theriotypes: how are you handling it? Do your theriotypes “mesh” well together, or are you struggling with having multiple identities?

Please feel free to just answer the ones you’re comfortable with!

- Yarrow 🐻‍❄️

Omg hiii Yarrow!! Thank you so much for the ask!!!

🕸 - I often connect to my theriotypes through clothing! Wearing green clothes makes me feel SUPER goblin and I have 2 graphic t-shirts with bears on them! Jewelry also really helps, like my earrings that have crystals on them and my bear claw necklace. Being outside in general also helps me connect to my kintypes.

🪱 - A lot of the time it's songs that remind my of my kintypes. Right now the song "Roots" by The Arcadian Wild is giving bear vibes. I take lyrics from songs (mainly folk songs) and I snatch them and "I'm going to make this about alterhumanity."

🦦 - For my goblin kintype I think something earthy would work really well. Something with Lavander and Sage. And for my bear kintype I think something with "river" in the name. I actually got homemade goat milk soap that was like "moon river" something something and I think it had eucalyptus in it!

⭐️ I am Goblinkin and I am Bearkin! For the most part they stay separate, although both kintypes cause me to want to run away into the forest and never return. I am also Violet Green Swallow 'hearted, which means that I have a familial connection with the pretty lil birds. Also, I am forest angel constelic, which means I get wing shifts and I feel as if my purpose is to protect the flora ad fauna, it's my duty.

Once again tysm for the ask! This was a lot of fun to do!!!

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🎃🕸 for the fall ask game! (If it's not been asked too much)

🍁Fall Themed Asks!🍁

Thanks for the ask! I will answer these for Mara from Tomb of Light.

Pumpkin: Share an OC quote that represents them the best. (This is out of context because of spoilers!)

“It turns out that hope can change things–just not for people like me.”

Spiderweb: Share an OC snippet of your choice!

It’s taking forever to finish Ch. 9 because of my schedule/the fact that I keep changing everything about it. So here’s a longish snippet in the meantime! SPOILERS!!

“Do you and Cilla speak often?” Mara asked in a hushed voice, waiting for the bear to walk a few paces before she followed.

“Well, not as much as Adrin and Irk.” Hettie bit her lip to contain the laughter that threatened to burst forth. Mara clenched her jaw as Adrin’s voice grew louder.

“We’re not stopping so you can catch a fish,” he hissed at Irk, whose vibrant orange body squirmed around in his arms. “Stop yelling at me.”

Irk let out a yowl in response.

“Idiots,” Mara muttered.

Hettie cleared her throat. “Cilla doesn’t like to talk. When she does it’s usually about my Aura.”

“You’ve been improving quickly,” she noted, keeping her voice neutral. It was difficult to pretend she was not envious of Adrin and Hettie’s far superior abilities. If there was an advantage to being surrounded by shadows, Mara had yet to discover it. They were an ever-present eyesore that irked her each time she moved. The one thing she could appreciate, however, was the owl-faced shadow with the ability to eavesdrop undetected. She cleared her throat after noticing Hettie’s eyes on her. “I’ve seen you practicing with the stones by the river.”

Her hand glowed bright pink as it waved in the air. “Prepare to be very impressed,” she instructed, and pointed at herself with two raised brows.

Mara slid her eyes sideways. “Continue.”

She reached out to a small tree branch a few paces ahead of them. It flew straight towards her in a steady, deliberate manner. Her fingers twirled it around once and Mara had to stop walking so she could look closer. The pale purple bark melted into a thin, green stem that ended in five, ruffled yellow petals. Hettie held it out to her with a blinding grin.

She picked up the buttercup slowly, as if it might break. “You have a thing for flowers, don’t you?” Hettie’s movements had been so decisive, as if she had been doing that sort of thing her whole life. If she was able to shape the world after a mere five days, what would she be capable of in years? Hettie was wrong. She wasn’t impressed–she was humbled.

@writernopal enjoy Mara being a bisexual simp, it’s the theme of Ch. 9

[touchtranscendslanguage]

cyclops, harpies, and bunyips-🕸

I went to bed early last night, so I'm answering this today :)

Cyclops can be a bit complicated because in slang terms, a cyclops is any monster with one eye, but the traditional giant cyclops are seelie monsters. You can often find them hanging out in the same realms as dragons.

Harpies, while generally irritating and destructive, aren't particularly violent. I think they're just mad because they don't have hands. They're seelie monsters.

I had to look bunyips up. They are beasts and therefore aren't aligned with either fae kingdom (though if they were it would definitely be the unseelie). Mermaids who live in rivers and lakes view them as particularly dangerous pests.

[fool-who-dreams]

can the universe make a mistake?

Part 2: 

Y/n tries to ignore Peter, hoping that it would make her feelings go away. Will he find an explanation for it?

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You were torn between the urge to cry out of joy for having finally found a hint towards the love of your life, and the atrocious knot in your stomach for knowing exactly who it was.

"Hey, you alright?" Peter asked as he approached you at your locker. 

"Yeah." You answered confidently. Nothing was going to rip the smile off your face.

"You seem happier than usual." Ned stated as he approached the two of you, leaning against the closed locker besides Peter's.

"Did- did something happen?" Your best friend asked, smiling back at your contagious joy. When his eyes sparkled, a thousand butterflies started to gather in your stomach.

'Damn it' you though. 'I've gotta get over him this time.'

"No..." You said trying to suppress your smile.

"Mind if I don't believe you?" He chuckled amused.

"Absolutely not." You insisted, believing it was for the best to leave out the fact that you had met your soulmate, who was none other than Spiderman himself. "You on the other hand, seem rather nervous. Any tests today?" You asked, noticing his unusual behavior.

It wasn't rare for Peter to be nervous, to stutter or to lack confidence but he was never like that around you.

"Yeah!" He exclaimed a little too soon. "I'm sorry, yeah I got a couple tests coming up and I'm concerned for that. No other reason. Just tests." He let out a nervous laugh.

"Alright..." You furrowed your brows, obviously not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. "Good luck for your tests, then. I'll see you at Decathlon?" You asked before closing your locker and turning around to face him.

"Yeah, later." Peter smiled goofily before awkwardly waving at you. "Wait!" He called, causing you to turn around after just a few steps.

"Yes?"

"Would you perhaps like to- I don't know, do something together let's say- in the afternoon?"

"Like get an ice cream or watch a movie marathon sort-of-thing?"

"Yeah, it's been a while since we watched something." He scratched the back of his neck.

In a regular situation you would have accepted in a heartbeat. You would have thrown on your best outfit and gotten ready for hours just to feel confident enough so that you could be around the boy without blushing at every smile he sent your way. But things had to change.

"I'm sorry Pete, I can't today. Maybe next time?" You asked as an apologetic smile found its place on your face and a river of guilt washed all over you. It was for the best to take some space.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. Definitely next time."

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"Have you guys seen Spiderman and Mirage on the news?" Liz rushed into the Decathlon training room holding her phone up towards you all, smiling widely.

"No, what happened?" Peter asked, leaning his head on the shoulder of the person next to him, who happened to be you. The butterflies in you stomach were raging. It didn't seem fair to you: you had to get rid of those feelings and having Peter anywhere near you wouldn't help.

You abruptly stood up causing Peter to almost fall off his chair and dart towards you a confused expression before gaining back his balance.

You walked towards Liz, taking the phone off her hands to look at the video on the screen.

"Wow, they really took that dude down" Flash commented. 

"So what are they like a duo now?" You asked, trying to cover up the fact that you perfectly knew the answer. 

"I hope so." Liz replied, plopping in the now empty chair next to Peter. "Ugh, I'm so jealous of her!"

"What, why? I bet fighting off criminals and hanging for dear life off a rooftop every night isn't exactly the dream." You joked.

As always, you were trying to remain neutral or slightly against the idea of being s superhero when you were around people, just to keep it low-key, because Lord knew how much you loved it.

"But there's so much more to it! It's about helping people, fighting crime, bringing back order to the city!" Another girl, Isabelle, chimed in.

"Besides, imagine spending every night hanging out with Spiderman!" Liz affirmed as she giggled. 

You couldn't explain exactly what happened in that moment but you felt slightly angry at her words, jealous even. He was your soulmate, even if you weren't sure he knew it yet.

"He saved me once." You blurted out. Peter's head, as well as everyone else's, shot up in your direction and before you could control what you were saying, words started flowing out of your mouth.

"He's really sweet, funny and kind, and he didn't sound old, he's more of a boy than he is a "man". I bet he's cute, too." You chuckled at the thought of you spending the rest of your life with someone you couldn't even give a face to.

Looking back at Liz, you noticed her dreamy eyes. Also, your eye immediately caught Peter's face, redder then ever. He looked like he could burst in flames any moment, probably due to the girl's head on his shoulder.

'So it's Liz' you thought. 'His soulmate, I mean. You don't just blush like that for anyone, do you?'

"Can we just get started on practice?" Your best friend MJ asked. You thanked Heaven for sending down someone like her, always ready to save the day as if she could read your thoughts.

"Yes please." You ran to your place, ready to focus on anything but him.

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"You came back." Spiderman stated with a cocky tone as he smirked slightly, or so you assumed. He didn't even turn around, he just heard your steps approach from behind. But then again, that's amongst the perks of being half spider.

"I always make the right call." You replied. "So, how's tonight?"

"Quiet." He replied.

"I like quiet."

"Yeah, same." He looked at you once you took a seat next to him. "So, what's up?"

"Same old life."

"Which is...?" He chuckled. He knew nothing about you and you knew nothing about him - for as far as you were concerned - and no matter how much you wanted for them to drastically change, things had to stay that way.

"Which is my business. For now."

"Allow me to change your mind, then."

"You could never." You chuckled. "I'm way too stubborn."

"See? I know something else about you now, you're stubborn." He said proudly, making you playfully roll your eyes. 

"Now you'll have to tell me something about you, though."

"Nope, I worked my piece of information out of you myself, I can't just give mine away!" He joked.

"Well, I know you're half a spider. That's a lot already, isn't it?"

"It sure is, Sherlock. Now, you ready?" Spiderman asked, standing up suddenly.

"For what?" You frowned due to the sudden movement.

He simply pointed towards the street beneath you where a man was running with a purse and a bunch of other valuables in his hands.

"Oh, well." You replied, getting up as well. "We might make a good team."

"Let's test it out then, shall we?" He asked before swinging away, followed by you.

After taking down a bunch of bad guys that both of you could have easily taken down on your own in twice the time, you found yourselves talking and laughing about nothing for the rest of the night.

In no time you started wandering what his features were like, what colors his hair, eyes and skin were, wether he resembled at all the charming prince you were so in love with.

You started wondering if he knew you were his soulmate already, and you couldn't wait for the right time to tell him. You would have liked to get into the topic of soulmates with him, but you didn't want to push it right away. You would be seeing him again the day after, and the day after that, and the day after that, and so on for a long time. You were partners now.

You had started to like the boy's company, although you were more of a loner, usually.

"So...same roof same time from now on?" He asked standing up and ready to disappear.

"Same roof same time from now on." You smiled watching him leave.

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The more the days went by, the more you learnt to appreciate the Spider-Boy, his humor, his confidence, his kindness and care for others.

It had been two weeks from your first encounter. Two weeks in which, every night, you had met your newfound supposed soulmate. You teased and joked and he seemed to flirt back at times, which made your stomach start to fill with butterflies.

Two weeks. That wasn't enough to just break the news to him. Especially since he didn't seem like he knew about it, maybe he yet had to get his mark, or maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move. What? No, that was impossible! Spiderman had so much confidence that if he had sold half of it, he'd have been richer than Mr. Stark in less than a week.

Either way you'd talk to him about it soon, you decided.

You hadn't forgotten about Peter, nor had your feelings gone away, but you had managed to keep your distance from him as much as you could. Constantly ditching him and inventing last time excuses had started to hurt you as much as you guessed it was hurting the boy.

He wasn't easy on his schedule either, though. Between his internship and schoolwork you felt really bad for standing him up anytime he tried to dedicate that little spare time he had to you and Ned.

Sometimes it was the truth, your superhero dues kicked in a couple of times, but for the rest of it you just preferred to be alone with your thoughts.

You felt horrible, though. It wasn't Peter's fault and you never meant to hurt him or lose him but this whole thing had been consuming you for the past two hears and if you didn't do anything about it you knew it'd have hurt you, Peter and your soulmate.

"Hey girl!" MJ cheered, approaching you while you walked towards the exit of the school. "You still up for today?"

"Totally, I can't wait!" You replied, thinking of the plans you and your friend made to stay in and have a girls' day. You were planning on telling her your secret today. Well, not the fact that you were her, just the fact that Spiderman himself was your soulmate.

"I'll talk to you later!" You waved, watching the girl turn the corner as you parted your ways.

"What's today?" A familiar voice asked from behind you, making you jump a little.

"Hey, Pete." Your body stiffed and your voice got a little colder, not daring to turn around or look at him in the eyes. "We were just making plans for later." 

"Making plans for later?" He asked in disbelief, making you divert your gaze towards his fallen smile. "Are you serious now?" Anger started dripping from his voice.

"Are you okay?" You asked, a little concerned by his sudden change of mood.

"I'm glad you are able to find some time for your friends." 

"We're just going to spend a couple of hours together, it's really not a big deal, Pete" You smiled out of guilt, knowing exactly why he reacted that way. But it was something you had prevented, and it was necessary.

"Guess who else would want to spend a couple of hours with you? Yes, the same person who has been trying to make plans with you for the past two weeks and whom you keep ignoring for no apparent reason!" He didn't hold back. "Did I do something wrong that you don't have the guts to point out?"

"What, no! You didn't do anything wrong, it's just-"

"Just what? There must be a reason, and I feel like I deserve to know it." He cut you off.

You stayed silent, trying to hold back the tears of sadness and guilt that were building up in your eyes.

"Whatever I did, I just want to fix it." Peter added taking a step towards you, his voice sweetening.

"I- I wish I could tell you, I really do."

"You know what?" He let out a bitter chuckle. "It's not even worth trying, to be honest. I'm really tired of being the only one who makes an effort here." He spat before turning around and taking an alternative yet longer road to his house.

"Peter wait!" You tried to run beside him but he completely ignored you. "Peter slow down!"

"Oh, now you want to talk to me?" He asked sarcastically. "I went this way for a reason, I want to be alone."

"But- we always walk home together" You argued weakly while tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

"Really? Where have you been in the past two weeks then?"

The warm drops made their way towards your chin. You couldn't tell him your secret, you couldn't just lay on him the fact that you were a superhero who fought crime with her soulmate whom she didn't love, and who possibly didn't love her.

That should have been the plot of a movie, not the story of your life.

"I thought so." He breathed out before starting to walk away again. Soon he disappeared behind a corner, leaving you in the middle of the sidewalk, crying and regretting everything you had done.

He was the best person you had ever met. He didn't deserve any of what happened to him. Maybe not having you around would have been for the best. It would allow you to move on. It would lead him to the life he deserved.

And even though you couldn't imagine your life without him, this wasn't the time to be selfish. Peter would never do it to you if it were the other way around.

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Traumagenic systems (DID or OSDD), new or questioning systems, and allies!

Self-diagnosis!

Fellow therians, otherkin, and other alterhumans

Age-regression

Fictives and introjects from any source.

Other disorders:

Generalized Anxiety (GAD)

Depression

(C)-PTSD

Autism (ASD) *Please use tone tags!

System-wide Interests:

- Art!

- Poetry, Writing, Storytelling (incl. D&D)

- Animals! Foxes in specific are a special interest <3

- Singing and Music!

- Dragons omg ,,,

- Warrior Cats series!!

- Psychology & learning about disorders

Thank you for reading!! <33

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- Kai 🦊

[svtellite]

"i'm starving, my friend." ( haeju @ river )

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"Well, don't I have incredible news for you, my man?" he replied, his mouth full of tteokbokki. River used his free hand to push the other order, tteokbokki, towards Haeju. "You can thank my aunt for this," he informed him while continuing to stuff his face. If it wasn't for his aunt and Lily's intrusions on his diet, River would have happily been eating week-old pizza like some type of New York City rodent that lived off month-old pizza crust and whatever other goodies they found in the subway systems. Thankfully, today was not one of those days, as his aunt had stopped by the agency and dropped off enough food to feed an entire army (well, just him, Haeju, and some healthier options for Lily). "Today, we eat like kings!" he shouted, while some of the sauce trickled down the corner of his mouth as he reached for one of the corn dogs.

[svtellite]

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ” ( lily @ river )

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While River inhaled his slice of old pizza, his mind was busy at work. His aunt's birthday was coming up, and he didn't know what to get her. She already had everything she could have wanted, but still, that wasn't enough in his eyes. She raised him like he had been her own son; the least he could do was throw a party or send her on vacation with some of her gal pals. The sudden memory of her talking about wanting to go on a tropical getaway popped up in his mind while he began to name countries she'd like to go to. Bora Bora has been at the top of that list since the last time she went there was on her honeymoon. But that would mean plane tickets for how many friends? He started to count in his mind, naming all the friends he knew his aunt had, or at least the ones that were over all the time. His brain was racking in his head, trying to get all the numbers down. And then, of course, he'd have to buy her a swimsuit, but did older women wear them?  It was then that Lily's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes slightly widening while looking over at her. "Huh?" he blurted out while placing the cold slice of pizza on the oil-soaked napkin. "Listen, you're a girl, right?" He turned to face her and asked, "What age do you think women stop caring about swimwear?" He asked, "Would you sport a one-piece or two-piece at 56?" He tilted his head to the side slightly and asked, "Do you think my aunt is a baddie or a conservative? I'm trying to plan a trip for her birthday, but the last time my aunt went to the pool was to take me for swimming lessons when I was young, and it'd be too obvious to ask."

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everything is easier when you're here. ( lily @ river )

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River couldn't deny that hearing those words filled his ego, fixing his posture so his chest was slightly puffing out while smiling at her words. "Ahh, you're too sweet," he waved off her comment, shaking his head while ruffling his hair. He threw his free arm over her shoulder, pulling Lily closer to him. "It's just us against the world, my little pollinator," he laughed softly, as they walked out of the office after a long patrol shift and paperwork. "How 'bout this? Dinners on me tonight; I'll even eat one of those green piles of leaves you always suggest," he smiled playfully, looking over at her.  He always thought of himself as someone without any liabilities; however, that was immediately found to be untrue the more time he spent with Lily. She was his partner, and if anything happened to her, there was no telling how he'd react. She was his only weakness, and that alone was a dangerous admission, especially with their job. The sudden concern of losing her washed over him, his playful smile faltering as he stopped in his tracks. River turned to face her. "I know I always have something stupid to say and shit," he admitted with a gentle nod, "but just know, you can always count on me with anything," he continued, his gaze softening while looking at her. "I'll never accept anyone else to be my partner; you're stuck with me," he offered her with a toothy grin. "The world can produce a million sidekicks that will want to fight by my side," he stated, "but you, Lily, shall be mine forever." He beamed while playfully poking her cheek with the hand that was still resting on her shoulder.

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❛  there's so much i wish i was able to tell you.  ❜ ( haeju @ ri )

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"Is there? Maybe I can whisk you away and you call me everything; no one will ever have to know," he said, moving closer to Haeju, trying to lighten the mood. He knew this job wasn't all fun and games when it truly came down to it; both of them had secrets that needed to be kept, even if he wanted to spill them all to his best friend. He knew there were dire consequences to it. "It'll be our little secret," he playfully nudged Haeju, his arm wrapping around his shoulder. "After all, I know you aren't the type to kiss and tell," he chuckled softly as they walked down the corridor. "You know what? I'll tell you something that will stay between us, bros," he whispered softly, leaning in slightly just so Haeju could hear him better. "Yesterday, I decided to swing into work, and I broke a window and totally blamed it on that hothead," he laughed softly, recalling the memory. 

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❛  you're the reason i keep holding on.  ❜ ( lily @ ri )

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Usually, River would have dismissed such a claim with a laugh, giving a quick quip back and carrying on with his day. He tried to take in what she had said, but as he stood there, looking dazed, his brain stopped working. It was comical how things had changed between them. He could still remember the day when Lily was assigned to him as if it were yesterday. Along with all of his whining and complaining, he did not want to leave behind his solo work style. But eventually, he found it impossible to perform this work without her by his side. Although they had differing opinions on some issues, particularly his lifestyle and diet, nothing could sever their relationship. With a warm grin on his face, River gently patted Lily's head. "The feeling is mutual, my little pollinator," he continued to tease, moving his fingers to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Yanno, you're stuck with me until we're all old and wrinkly," he said softly. "I ain't letting ya' go," he continued to tease, though his words held some truth to them. He'd probably throw a fit if they ever tried to replace her with someone else. 

[svtellite]

🦇 ( river & lily!! )

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"Have you ever properly celebrated Halloween?" River questioned, sitting across from Lily while cutting out the shapes of ghosts from the paper they were handed at this child's birthday party. It seemed today they got the shorter end of the stick being stuck as entertainment for one of their coworkers. River wasn't having too bad of a time, though; the lack of alcohol and the screaming children weren't on the top of his list. "I'm talking about dressing up and bar hopping," he continued to explain what he meant while focusing on his little cutouts. "We should do that this year," he stated, flipping the ghosts over and using the community glue stick to glue both ghosts down on his black construction paper. One of the ghosts was just a tad bit shorter than the other, as he glued them close together. "I can take you to all the best places to get free shots and shit; it'll be a blast," he continued speaking while taking the glue stick and making a poorly shaped heart around the two ghosts and sprinkling the orange glitter over the freshly placed glue, blowing off the access glitter on the table. River turned to look at Lily as he held his artwork. "Look, it's us as little ghosties," he smiled widely, shoving the paper over to her. "I better see it hanging on your fridge." 

[svtellite]

“ hey! why don’t you try picking on someone your own size! “ ( haeju & river )

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"Yeah! You tell 'em!" River shouted in agreement, moving behind Haeju while poking over his shoulder, looking at the giant beast that towered in front of them. It was a God-sent gift to work side-by-side with Haeju, although with a threat this massive, it wouldn't have been smart to keep any hero out of the action, especially when the casualties could end up in high masses. River sized the creature up while raising a brow as other heroes tried to stop it in its tracks. "I mean, we could technically summon something like Godzilla or King Kong here," he nodded, speaking as if these fictional monsters were real. "They could have easily stopped this thing, but they would have killed like half the city doing that, so maybe that's not a good idea," he mumbled while rubbing the side of his neck. "Oh!" River moved from behind Haeju while his fist slammed into the palm of his hand. "We can totally Star Wars this thing," he exclaimed. "You know when they were on Hoth? What do you think?" He moved to jump on the nearest light pole, and he squatted. "I think I can make enough web to do it," he called out to Haeju, "but I'm going to need you to distract it!" 

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❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜ ( jax @ river ; sorry i wasn't following before & didn't see this😖)

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"Why do you ask? You want a scoring sheet or somethin'?" he replied sarcastically, stifling a chuckle due to the pain that had taken over his body, wincing as he struggled to sit on the floor while ripping his mask off completely. It seemed that River was at the wrong place at the wrong time. If he had known that the robber had accomplices, maybe he wouldn't have gotten cooky from the start. Maybe — JUST maybe — he wouldn't be in this situation for starters. This was simply a reminder to himself to always listen to his senses. If he had, he wouldn't have been crawling to his best friend's apartment all injured. Victorious but still in aching pain. Who knew getting hit by three cars could hurt so much? Sure, if he had been normal this would have had a completely different outcome. Yet, he wasn't so for that, he'd take a few bruises and maybe a concussion any day. "I'll tell you what, whatever the hell Chevy is using to make those vans should be investigated," he muttered out the complaint, "God, I felt like a deer in a headlight," he grunted while sitting up, in order to reach for his backpack he left at Jax place in search of pain killers. "And not to mention banks need to stop decorating with crazy shit because criminals who run out of bullets be getting mad creative," he continued his rant while his head throbbed.