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blasphemings · 5 years

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memories of eurydice

every angel is terrifying. through the darkness, they move silently...

I will go down into death with you. I must go where I must go to see what I must see in that place where no one knows...

... this is where love is taking me.

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lovers disappear in each other. do they disappear forever? where do they go?

- kathy acker, eurydice in the underworld

(bruabba, ~3.9k words, end of vento aureo timeline)

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Before he saw anything, Abbacchio felt it happen. One of the weights that had tugged at his chest ever since he had to leave them behind abruptly lifted, the line connecting him to the world of the living snapped like the sliced string of a marionette. He felt lighter immediately.

And, in a very familiar way, he felt afraid.

The rhythm of his footsteps was straight out of a memory, so close to what he knew that he may as well have imagined it. He kept his eyes straight ahead, fists still clenched close to his side.

If you don’t see him then he isn’t here. If you don’t feel him then he isn’t here.

Strange, how the only thing he had wanted ever since being severed from the living was to not be alone, and yet now that he was here, now that he was no longer alone at all, he found it was for all the wrong reasons. Happened in the wrong way.

It was something that should never have happened at all.

And yet when the cool fingers brushed the back of his hand with a patience as deeply familiar as his fear, the way he reflexively closed his own around them without looking up felt too much like an acknowledgment, felt like by touching him at all he was agreeing to accept what he knew must have already come to pass.

“Good to see you, Leone.”

Abbacchio exhaled through his teeth. Breathing being, of course, no longer necessary, but he was still far too close to it all to have left behind his tendency to emote as he had in life.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he hissed.

He still smelled the same, like rosemary and lilies and the only memories he had ever felt were worth holding on to.

“Bruno…”

Bruno squeezed his hand and he felt his grip tighten in response despite himself. Still he refused to look at him.

“Sorry it took me so long,” Bruno murmured. “Had some things to take care of.”

“Sorry it—” He snorted. “You fucking—stronzo.”

“Would you please look at me?”

Abbacchio shook his head.

“Why not?”

“What’s the old myth?” He tapped the back of Bruno’s hand with his thumb. “Orpheus, right?”

Bruno sighed. “Orpheus and Eurydice. I see.”

“If I look at you then I—” Abbacchio swallowed hard. Irritating, he thought, to still have to deal with a cracking voice even now. “Then it’s real.”

“Will it be easier for you if I say it first?” He could tell from the sound of Bruno’s voice that he was smiling, and he couldn’t decide if he found that comforting or infuriating. “I’m here because I—”

“Don’t.”

“Leone.”

“Please. Please don’t.”

“It’s already happened.” His tone was soft. “It’s already over.”

Maybe this was how Orpheus had felt, living in an impossible moment in which she was both with him and not, cursed and free, alive and dead until he opened his eyes and made it true one way or they other. And maybe if you don’t look you can keep both things true. Maybe you can crawl out of hell and kick the truth back into it behind you because somewhere in the pit of your stomach you already know what you’ll see, and the second you realized you knew it was already over.

Abbacchio pinched the bridge of his nose angrily with his free hand. Stupid. Tears were for the living.

“You can’t send me back,” Bruno said. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re—” He shook his head, smirking despite himself. “You’re apologizing to me? For that?”

“Well…”

“It really is you.”

“It’s me.”

It had always been difficult to look straight at him. Bruno was beautiful enough to have a blast radius, and he left afterimages much like a flame, as if to give Abbacchio no choice but to remember that it had been his decision not to look away.

As though it had ever been a decision. As though he had ever had a choice.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, glancing down.

Just a face, a name, a smile at the breaking point, a soft word to pull him back from an edge he had been inching towards for his entire life, he had never understood it, but Abbacchio had felt, he had always felt that Bruno could have stopped an apocalypse in its tracks with a well-timed glance. He sometimes felt, when he caught a glimpse of his own face, that he may have already seen him do it once.

It made no difference. He had been burning from the start.

“That world will be a lot darker for the loss of you,” Abbacchio said.

Bruno shrugged and smiled gently. “The stars shone before me. They’ll shine now that I’m gone.” His head dropped against Leone’s shoulder. “But it would have been a long time before that light shone for me again. I—if I ever remembered how to look for them at all in a world without you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Makes me feel like—makes me think you didn’t—because of me. That you’d be back with them now if it weren’t for—”

“You know me better than that.” He shook his head. “Leone, I was dead before you.”

Abbacchio glanced at him. He sighed.

“I know.”

He was so deeply accustomed to the sound of Bruno’s heartbeat that it had been impossible not to notice its absence, though part of him wished he could have ignored what he didn’t hear, or what he didn’t feel when he reached for his hand under the table at that restaurant in Venice. If Bruno had been more aware of what was happening, he might have pulled his hand away. He might have tried harder to hide it, if it had been clearer to him that he hadn’t escaped, that his body had been killed after all.

Bruno himself hadn’t even recognized that something had gone wrong until his knees gave out on the dock, not out of exhaustion or pain, but from shock, when he finally thought to feel for a pulse that he found had fallen silent. He hadn’t quite been angry at Abbacchio for taking it out on Giorno, though he found he was grateful that his collapse had cut the argument short. He knew that kind of helpless rage intimately, knew that it needed to go somewhere. Even if Giorno didn’t deserve it. Even if Giorno didn’t deserve any of it.

Not that any of them did, but if Bruno started to think about what was right and who did and didn’t deserve what it was they ended up getting, he felt that he would spiral into the kind of despair that proves nearly impossible to escape from considering there can be no arguing with it. He had long since learned not to wonder about what was and wasn’t fair.

Abbacchio, on the other hand, retained more of his old convictions than he was willing to admit, modified by the new conditions with which he applied them; a sliding moral scale, one where there were people like me and people like him, and the definition of fair, in his eyes, was different between the two. Whatever ugly thing ended up happening to him—and he did, of course, expect to go badly—he imagined it would be fair. There were few things he could imagine being truly dirty plays as long as he was the party concerned.

What he wanted for Bruno, as could be expected, was a different story entirely.

Bruno, who had saved all of their lives, at one time or another. Without Bruno, Narancia would have starved to death on the streets, alone; Fugo would have eventually been arrested one way or another by some cop who didn’t care much for those letters of the law he so loved to recite. Mista would still be in jail, and only God knew what kind of person he might have become in a place like that.

Abbacchio knew he would undoubtedly have drunk himself to death if Bruno hadn’t found him that day, soaking wet and furious that a stranger had enough courage to address him at all, let alone learn his name. Whether it would have happened that night, in a week or a month or a year, he couldn’t say. But he had felt it coming, like a rock he had to push off his chest in the morning if he wanted to get out of bed that day. Which, by the time Bruno got to him, was a rare enough occurrence on its own.

And then there was Bruno, and Bruno was the sun, and it wasn’t as though he suddenly wanted to live again, but he found that when the two of them were together an emotion he had already mourned the loss of stirred deep in his chest. It wasn’t quite love, not at first, although later there was no doubt that he had fallen painfully hard for the man. It was much closer to relief, as though the ropes of grief that had bound his heart for the past year were finally loosening, just enough for him to slowly remember how to breathe.

Yet the moment he touched Bruno’s hand and felt the complete and final stillness there, he had known that, while losing Bruno was likely nothing more than he deserved, that fairness did not go in both directions. The eyes he met when he looked up in dismay were still clear and alert, and Bruno looked back at him evenly as the younger boys argued over who could and couldn’t eat eggs, or vegetables, or something along those lines. Abbacchio could no longer distinguish their voices as more than background noise above the roaring in his ears.

He clutched the cold hand tighter, praying he had been wrong. But when his thumb met the soft skin of Bruno’s wrist, the space where he had looked for a heartbeat so many times before, he felt none of the old relief the action had brought in the past. Only silence.

For a moment they stared at each other, neither quite sure what to say.

“Bruno—”

“Leone—”

Bruno closed his eyes and chuckled, and Abbacchio couldn’t keep the smirk off his face.

“Later,” Bruno murmured. He rubbed the back of Abbacchio’s hand with his thumb and motioned towards Narancia, who had just landed an uppercut on what appeared to be a civilian with a glass of Chianti. Abbacchio grunted and let go of him. He reached for his own glass of wine with shaking hands and watched Mista and Narancia dispassionately.

Well, he thought as he got to his feet, everyone needed outlets. Even him.

Later, once their pursuers had been disposed of and Giorno had dealt with the major wounds, he pulled Bruno into a nearby alley while they waited for the others to bring the boat back around. Once more he found his hand wrapped around Bruno’s wrist, waiting for a heartbeat that would never come home to him.

Bruno took a deep breath, leaning back against the dirty masonry. “Leone.”

“Fuck you,” Abbacchio snarled, surprised at his own venom. “You went and—alone, and you—what’s wrong with you? Why are y—”

“There was…” Bruno looked away, towards a nearby church, and shuddered. “I failed to anticipate his power. It was my—I was, I was blinded by—but to save Trish, I…I had to. I had to.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“The damage,” Bruno said quietly, “was fatal.”

Abbacchio dropped his wrist and took a step back, staring at him. He looked the same as he always had, if a little paler than usual, although that could have been chalked up to the stress. If it weren’t for his undeniably missing pulse, he might have been able to accuse Bruno of playing a joke in uncharacteristically poor taste.

“What do you mean?” Abbacchio looked down into his eyes, still searching for a telltale dullness. “Did you—what do you mean, ‘fatal’?”

“I mean that my body was killed,” Bruno replied flatly. “I died. My chest was in—tatters. There was no way Giorno could have found us in time, it’s a miracle I managed to retain consciousness long enough to—”

“You’re not dead,” Abbacchio said, and his voice became feverish as he backed away again. “You’re not making any—you’re standing right here, for fuck’s sake. I’m looking right at you, I can hear you—you’re not some kind of—”

“I’m not a ghost.” Bruno shook his head vigorously. “But I’m not quite…”

He paused. The wind that blew through their hair had that near-water saltiness, though not quite that of the ocean. Still, it reminded Bruno of being a child, as such things so often did.

“Giorno,” he said at last. “The life force Giorno gave me. He couldn’t—there was nothing that could bring me back, but he gave my body enough life force for my soul to maintain control of it.”

Abbacchio stared at him, feeling as though every bone in his body had been turned to ice. It seemed that Bruno was standing in front of him, calmly explaining that the end of the world was set to come about by the end of the week.

“So you could really say I’m closer to a zombie,” Bruno added, smiling weakly.

“How long?”

He blinked. “Sorry?”

“How long before—how long do you have?”

“Ah.” Bruno considered, then straightened suddenly as he closed the distance between himself and Leone. Abbacchio looked down at him, at the almost desperate look in his eyes, and waited.

“Giorno doesn’t know.”

“He—what?”

“He doesn’t know that I—he thinks he was successful. He doesn’t know. That’s why I’m not sure, and I don’t—I don’t think he would even have an answer if I did ask, and I don’t—I don’t want him to know. I don’t want any of them to know. Do you understand?”

Abbacchio sucked in a long breath. “Why?”

“Why?”

“I’m asking you why you’re choosing to withhold a fairly major piece of information from the rest of the team.”

“I’m selfish.”

“You—” He stopped and looked down at their hands. He hadn’t remembered Bruno reaching for him, but it appeared that he had, the grasp more like a supplication than a sign of affection. “You…what?”

“You were always going to notice if you were as near to me as you usually are.” He closed his eyes. “I would have needed to push you away in order to keep it concealed, and even then…even then, if these are to be my final days, the thought of going through it without you, of leaving and letting you think that I—”

“And what about me?” Abbacchio pulled Bruno into his arms without thinking, half to keep his eyes away from the tears he felt forming in his own. “How the fuck am I supposed to just—”

“It’ll be alright.”

“You can’t go. You can’t.”

Bruno rested his head against Abbacchio’s chest, listening for the familiar sound of his still-beating heart.

“We deal with it when it comes,” Bruno said. “I just…I couldn’t let you believe I didn’t…want you. I couldn’t. We could all die today, or tomorrow, or—I just need you to know the truth.”

“Which is?”

“I love you.”

“Christ.”

“Leone…”

“I love you too. I do, I—I just—fuck.”

Bruno hugged him tighter to help with the shaking.

“How am I meant to fight,” Abbacchio said, “knowing the one thing I cared about protecting is already lost?”

“My will is yours.” Bruno took his face in his hands and Abbacchio kissed his palm in another ploy to keep his eyes averted. “But you fight your own wars, caro. You have chosen to fight with me, and that is a decision you are well within your rights to make.”

“You are my war,” he muttered.

“Wrong.” Bruno tilted his face such that Leone had no choice but to look at him. “You’re not mine. You don’t belong to me.”

Leone shook his head. “Isn’t that my decision, too?”

“Hey!”

They turned to see Mista waving them down from the end of the alley. It seemed the others had located the boat; Abbacchio had practically forgotten they were in Venice at all.

Bruno sighed. “Time to go, I suppose,” he said.

“I…yeah.”

He flinched a little when Bruno kissed his cheek. His lips, though as soft as ever, had grown cold.

“Oh, Leone,” he breathed. “Tutti i miei pensieri al mio caro esiliato.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about what you told me.”

Bruno glanced sideways. “About what?”

“‘All my thoughts to my exiled love.’” Abbacchio shook his head, and they leaned against a stone wall on the streets of what was and wasn’t Naples. “Wasn’t that a little strange to say to me? Since you were the one who was about to be—you know, ‘exiled’?”

“Mm.” Bruno glanced up at the sky. It was more green than blue, an impossible color for the living, but perfectly acceptable for the mirages of dreamers and ghosts. “I don’t know. I always felt you…exiled yourself, I suppose. Even if you were alive, you were still…you were difficult. To reach, that is. I was never quite sure if I was getting through to you.”

“You did. I was—shit at showing it, and I—but you, I promise you did.”

Bruno smiled.

“You know where I found that line?”

“Found it?” Abbacchio snorted. “And I thought you were just being romantic.”

“No, I—I’m good, I’m not that good.” His smile faded a little. “And…it was, up in Trieste, you know how they have those bookstores with the old postcards and the journals—that people have already written in?”

“Sure.”

“I never really—was never quite sure how to feel about that. Buying people’s memories, or even how right it was to look through them in the first place. But I picked one of them up and that was all it said. No names, nothing else. And I never really…never really forgot it.”

“You didn’t take it with you?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t feel like it was my memory to take. I did leave a postcard of my own, though. To at least…you know, leave something behind in exchange for the—for having seen theirs. I think I’d like to be remembered like that.”

Abbacchio looked at him, fighting back his own smile. “Maybe one day some kid will pick up yours and use your sappy one-liners on her own girlfriend.”

“Oh, I hope so.” Bruno laughed.

They watched the sun drift lazily back and forth across the sky, not seeming particularly committed to heading for dusk or dawn, simply retracing pieces of the paths its living counterpart had taken over the course of countless centuries.

“There’s a dog hanging around here,” Abbacchio said at last. “Strange little—some kind of terrier. I think you might like him.”

“A—a dog?”

“Yeah.”

Bruno paused, considering. “I always liked dogs.”

“I know you did.” He glanced towards the end of the lane, where the narrow alley seemed to open to a bright plaza. “Let’s go over that way.”

“You say a dog—” Bruno allowed Leone to take his arm and lead him forward. “Have you seen many of them? Not—not dogs, I mean, other souls.”

He looked away, not meeting Abbacchio’s eyes.

“Oh, yes. Risotto Nero—you remember him, from the—the assassin unit? Since he and I…same place, same time, we…I think ‘encountered’ would be the right word. I imagine he and his team are likely focused on watching our shitty old boss get what’s coming to him.” Abbacchio chuckled. “They were very pleased to see what your Giorno did to that green-headed guy. Might be an awkward few moments if you run into the members you killed, though.”

“…Ah. And…any others?”

“You’d be surprised,” he murmured. “The connections between souls…they run further than anything I could have expected. That Giorno kid…he’s got…I don’t know how to explain it. It seems like everyone who came into contact with him is linked to—I hate to admit that he might be more important than he seemed, but he…”

“Leone.” Bruno squinted as they finally emerged. “Is that the Trevi Fountain?”

“Oh—yeah. Looks like it.”

“That’s in—” He turned around, staring at the surrounding buildings, having barely noticed the architecture changing. “We weren’t in Rome.”

“No.” Abbacchio stepped lightly out of the way as a wiry teenager came barreling towards them.

“But he was.”

Narancia threw his arms around Bruno and Bruno, laughing in disbelief, swung the boy in a full circle before letting his feet once more touch the ground, though he still refused to let go, and it quickly became apparent that both were in tears. Abbacchio watched, with a respectful nod to the cherry-haired boy with whom Narancia had been skipping rocks prior to their arrival. The boy smiled gently and nudged his companion, another young man with pink triangles painted beneath his eyes. He stood and glanced over his shoulder before the two disappeared, knowing when moments were best left to those whose souls had touched in the world of the living.

He supposed it shouldn’t have been surprising that Narancia had managed to charm them so quickly. Abbacchio himself barely understood who they were; he only knew that he saw something horribly familiar in their eyes. It seemed as though the three of them were not the first casualties of whatever story the kid had got them mixed up in.

“Narancia,” Bruno mumbled, still clutching him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Narancia appeared to be unable to speak, tears streaming down his face.

“You weren’t. It wasn’t. It wasn’t right. You were too young. You were too young.”

“I’m sorry, Buccellati,” he managed, his face buried in the front of Bruno’s shirt. “I couldn’t—he was too fast—”

“No, no, no, no.” Bruno shook his head vigorously. “No. Look at me. Look at me, Narancia.”

He placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders and, reluctantly, Narancia raised his head to meet his still-teary eyes.

“You did everything you could,” he said. “I am proud of you. I am so proud of you.”

Narancia stared at him for a moment before collapsing into sobs again, and this time Bruno fell with him, and it was Abbacchio who leaned down and held the two of them until the shaking slowed.

“Thank you,” Bruno croaked, when he finally regained enough of his voice to do so. “Both of you. Thank you. I’m—”

Abbacchio rolled his eyes. “Enough with the apologies, caro.”

“…Right.”

He looked down at Narancia. “You were…here with someone else before?”

Narancia smiled weakly, wiping at his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “There are a bunch of—you can meet them. If you want. He should meet Iggy,” he said, turning to Abbacchio.

“Is that its name?”

“His name. And yeah.”

Bruno laughed softly. “There will be time for all of that, I’m sure.” He tilted his head back to look up at the impossible emerald sky.

“I suppose there’s something to be said for the nature of forever."

#jjba #bruabba #vento aureo #ok. listen. i wrote the first half of this like months ago #when i first got into jojo #and its just been haunting me since then #i havent read it all the way through i havent edited it im living my truth and posting mediocre content at 1230 am to hide it from the mass #anyways bruabba still owns my whole ass i love them and theyre the reason i ever watched jojo at all #double also combined afterlife theory is the shit and ill never let it go

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gemberrie · 6 years

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can u draw some hernst!!!

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#I KNO THIS IS LIKE P LATE IM POSTING THIS AT 1230 AM BUT #ITS GOOD #ill srb this stuff in the morning #deaf west spring awakening #spring awakening #my art #ask #requests

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manifestedsun · 2 years

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“Two weeks.”

#i am not here #it is 1230 am and i am queueing this for while im at work #cause i have a crummy long day and dont get done till 8pm #shining brighter then any sun >> ic post

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honeybeenebula · 6 years

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#two original posts in one night?? its more likely than u think #no but like this is the funniest exchange i have had in weeks #maybe its bc its 1230 am but #im crying

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claybrownie7566 · 2 years

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sukisdeliveryservice · 3 years

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OMGKSJDKDJ I MADE A MISTAKE IN THE PREVIOUS ASK IM SORRY ;-;

my favourite choreo is also fallin flower! i swear everything about that song is perfect. the melody, the mv, the choreo and the lyrics <3 svt rly knows what they're doing. i cant tell you how many times ive rewatched their tma performance. but i also love my my and beautiful's choreo! i honestly didn't know beautiful had a choreo until recently but its so cute T-T i love it sm

i dont have any money to spend so i only have like printed out polaroids rather than official photocards. i do have the nct lightstick but thats it skjdksjsj do you have anything? if you do and if you're comfortable would you mind showing it?

also, im gonna start binging your works 👀 but im scared if i interact you'll guess who i am and its a bit too early for that skjdjsjs i'll send my thoughts through here and i promise i'll rblg everything after though :D <3

i rly wanna send chan and soobin pics but i cant do that with anon on 😔

its currently like 1230 am and i cant rly think straight so some fun facts about you or anything else 🤲 um also, pretty random but favourite aesthetic and favourite cake?

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HMM YOU MADE A MISTAKE??? i didn't see a previous ask or were you talking about your other one? fallin flower is just gorgeous i agree with every word on that 🥺 WAH i also didn't know beautiful had choreo??? i need to watch that ASAP and omg i forgot to mention my my because the part where they're like imitating a boat? they're so talented for that aaa

printed out polaroids are so cute!!! when we're able to go off anon you gotta show me if you're okie with that 😊 and you have an nct lightstick!!! theirs is like bright green i believe? my friend and i were planning in splitting shipping for the carat bong sometime in august 😎 ill make a separate post after this to show you some recent svt loot hehe 😌

omg thank you!!! yeah maybe don't interact just yet just to be safe for now but i hope you enjoy 🥺 are you a writer by any chance?

hmm random facts! 😎 i got back into ff writing after being really hooked on haikyuu!! shows that i enjoy that are not kdramas and anime are how i met your mother and high school musical the musical the series!! big hero 6 is also my favourite movie in general :)

i like soft girl aesthetics!! if that's what you mean by aesthetics LOL chunky cardigans and printed fuzzy socks are my anthem. i'm not so much of a cake person to be honest D: did i talk about bingsu in my last answer? because i order that stuff for my birthday instead of actual cakes :O mango is DELICIOUS

since you cannot send pics yet, i will give you these (also bc i love them too) it will be 4 am by the time i post this reply :( sorry for the late answer anon!! i just prefer to answer longer asks on my computer that's why i was active on tumblr during the time i received your ask, i hope you sleep well!!

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stunt-lads · 7 years

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"i dont base my attraction to someone on looks uwu they could be ugly as sin but i still would love them uwuwuwuwu"

same but also im allowed to like boys/masc ppl with red hair or girls/fem ppl with brown eyes or nb people with nice smiles

that doesnt make me shallow linda, its just traits i prefer, get off ur high horse

#im so sick of the idea i cant like someone based on their looks? like fuck off???#also all these are tru? boys with red hair and girls with brown eyes are...my weakness. and evey nb person ive seen #has The Best Smile im love u all #sess speaks #im posting this at 1230 am so pls forgive me if theres smthn wrong with it #ok 2 rb

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pbandjesse · 3 years

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Another day I went home early. I wish I could just stay home. I wish they would just put us in lockdown again. I watched the Governer's press conference and it was infuriating. Said all the things that are going bad but didnt put in any more restrictions. Its ridiculous. But besides that today wasnt a bad day at all.

I slept alright. I woke up a few times because I keep losing all my blankets and then Im cold. But it wasnt bad sleep. Getting up was just a little hard.

I got up and dressed and while my hair was a little bit weird today, I felt cute. I packed up my craft bag and James packed my breakfast. And off I went.

It was drizzling a little when I left but it was a pretty day. Just very cold. But thats alright. I should have worn a scarf by I had my cashmere sweater on and that was great. I just hate that it needs to be drycleaned.

Another day with no kids. They think everything will be back to normal for the most part tomorrow. Well see. I spent the morning cleaning and writing up a plan for activities if the kids dont have access to their work but still come. But well see. A family called today but when we told them we couldnt help with the computer and so they decided to stay home.

So I spent the morning sewing. I finished 4 frogs. I did some typing. I made my shop posts. And then it was 1030 and I was bored!!! I was alone and I wanted to go home.

So I talked to Clifford and he said he thought he could handle the crowds of people and that tomorrow hopefully we would be back to normal. Silly man. We actually had a really nice conversation first thing this morning. He's a really nice person and really smart.

I headed out though. And it was cold but beautiful. And so I decided I would get five guys and take a drive. And thats what I did.

I got my food and ate in the car. Listened to a silly podcast. It was a nice time.

I ended up driving to a goodwill I had never been to and it was pretty good. I got another house shelf. I would start to paint that and the other one to match the one mom got for me later tonight. I also got a book about cute mobile homes and 2 adorable winter dresses. One is grey with long sleeves and the other in like a black plaid with a keyhole chest detail. Both are so cute.

I wandered around there for a bit though. And when I was done I decided I would go home. And was back around 1230.

Lana called me and we talked about how we had no kids. And how a lot of staff had been leaving early but apparently some sites were complaining because the contract is for us to be there all day. Even if there are no kids. Which is so batshit I wasnt even going to argue. But my site isnt one that complained so Im not to worried. Like honestly who cares. Well have kids again and then I will have purpose again.

James was still home. And he showed me some games he bought for us. I played animal crossing for a few minutes. Its december and were getting ready for "Toy Day" on the island. I am said our dog, Bones, moved, but tomorrow my new sheep will be there and Im excited for that.

Soon James had to leave for work though. I got myself into some work. Some cleaning. I was just in a good mood.

I decided I was going to donate all my profits from black friday to something and found that very serendipitously and then I was on a "I Dontated Money" high. Just all cheery. I love that feeling. I dont know how rich people arent always doing it because it feels great.

So I was in a great mood. And I did some painting of the house shelves and was in a good mood until the stupid press conference. I just want us to all get $3000 and be put in lockdown. Its soo stupid. Its so frustrating. And then I went on twitter to see reactions and morons were just upset that the new health director said we need to make masks the new normal and they were like. NEVER!!!! Ugghhh.

I had the other half of my sushi burrito for dinner. I made sweetP a new collar. Still cant find his ID so Im looking into ordering a new one on ebay but Im waiting for a response about an engraving question I had. I did a little organizing. I put the space heaters on and I went through my closet. I put a lot of stuff away. I tried to be pragmatic and realistic about what I want to be wearing right now. Almost all black. Mostly cropped sweaters. Cozy to the max. I also decided to buy a cheap garment rack so I can more organize things. I miss my walk in closets. But I am going to make something work for me. Having less things in the closet helps make me feel better though. My storage trunk is pretty full but its basically all stuff I still really like and Im really happy about that. Doing pretty good in that vein.

Now though I am in bed listening to breadtube and thinking about taking a bath. I want to wash my hair and then paint my nails. Just take care of myself all nice. And then James will be home and we will go to bed and tomorrow I hope to actually have students! Well see.

I hope you all have a nice night. Take care of eachother. Goodnight.

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Weekly Update Post.

(Okay, doing this a second time because tumblr bugged, I hope it works now.)

Soooo, I decided that I will do an update post every week, reporting on the status of what I'm writing, along with a little spoiler of what I've already written, so, spoiler alert!

As you can see I have written a lot of things, but my problem is that somehow i can't get some of my ideas down on paper, because of that i'm writing several things at the same time, but it comes to a point that i just don't know how to unfold the story, and this is annoying me a lot. I hope you understand why I haven't posted anything recently.

Arkham Knight (AK) - Chapter 2

Words written so far: 1473

Status: Last edition 40 days ago / Very hard written block / Hiatus / I may have to rewrite this

Spoiler:

- Baby, I'm going to have to go back to Bludhaven.

- Can I go with you? - I asked him while turning off my cell phone and paying attention to him.

- No, you better stay here, it's safer.

- But-

- No, you will stay here, it is the best, and you know it. - He approaches me and I get up from the couch and stand in front of him.

- Okay… just be careful.

- I promise. - He takes my hand and kisses it softly, he always did that when he promised me something. - I'll be back tomorrow, okay?

Arranged marriage/Royal AU (AM/RAU) - Chapter 4

Words written so far: 2693

Status: Last edition a week ago (or are there two? I don't remember)/ Writing block / Little hiatus / May I need to rewrite.

Spoiler: I had my suspicions that this was supposed to be a gift from Jason, since he was the only option for me to have left a gift on our bed, but why would he give me a gift? Maybe I was wrong and he just left it there to deliver to someone else later.

Dinosaur Trainer (DT) - Chapter 2

Words written so far: 5827

Status: Last edition yesterday / Little Tiny Writing Block / Thinking about what the other characters would say is a very difficult task.

Spoiler:

- Owen Grady, it's nice to meet you. - He extends his hand, I shake it too and return the smile.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grady. - We pulled our hands away, and again, I don't know how I didn't stutter to answer.

- Call me Owen. - I nod, and muttered an "ok", he greeted Mr. Masrani and then the four of us sit at the round table, Simon was still sitting across from me, with Hoskins at his left side, and Owen standing between Hoskins and me. Kodi continued to lie on my left side, occasionally taking cold water from the glass bowl.

DT - Fallen Kingdom - A new life (part 2 of Mistakes)

Words written so far: 1230

Status: Last edition 3 days ago / Little Written Block

Spoiler:

- Look, Sleeping Beauty woke up. - He approached the two of us with a bag and coffee cups, I just roll my eyes at what he said and hear Maisie laugh.

- My prince charming didn't come to wake me with a kiss of true love. - I answer him by joining the game, and Owen and Maisie laugh, I try to sit up with a lot of effort, but it seems to me that I was still a little weak.

- Wait. Maisie, can you hold this for me? - He handed her the bag and the coffees, and then put a hand on my back to help me adjust. - How are you?

Outer Space is the Limit (OSitL) - Chapter 1

Words written so far: 3450

Status: Last edition 5 days ago / Little Writing Block

Spoiler:

- I am Groot! - That being on my leg raised its head looking at me with big eyes, and in a way I found it kind of cute? Okay, maybe that was weird. Peter approaches me and crouches in front of me, close to where was what it said was Groot.

- Well, it seems to me that you already knew Groot - Peter removes the small being from my leg and puts it on his shoulder, and then offers his hand which I took nervously, and then he helps me to stand again.

- I am groot! - The little one raises its hands in the air when saying its name animatedly.

There's an alien in my bed (TAB) - Chapter 1

Words written so far: 4360

Status: Last edition 4 or 5 days ago / Little Writing Block

Spoiler:

- Why the hell do you think he's gonna come because of me? - I feel my throat burn as I speak.

- Because apparently you're the only one he really cares about. - As soon as he said, more tears fell.

- If he really cared about me, he wouldn't have left me without telling me. - I whisper, saying it more to myself than to anyone else.

Ideas I had but I don't know when or if I will actually write

Passengers - Jim Preston x reader

What I have in mind: Six months after Jim Preston woke up, another hibernation capsule gave problem, y/n l/n awakens from hibernation almost 90 years before reaching Homestead II, when she woke up everything looked confused, but it got worse when she didn't see anyone there, if they were about to arrive at Homestead II, how was she the only one awake? Or she thought she was the only one awake, until she finds Jim Preston.

Back to the Wild West (BWW)- The Magnificent Seven - Joshua Faraday x reader

What I have in mind: Y/n L/n and Marty Collins are fanatical about the Back to the Future trilogy, and when the boredom of Social Isolation due to the pandemic hits them, Marty, who is a scientist, decides that he would create a time machine, of course y/n said he was crazy to think that would be possible, but he did, but then regret knocks on his door when he makes it work, that would be a mistake, they would have to destroy it, leave no trace and not let anyone know. But y/n had other plans, she wanted to go back to the wild west, just stay a day or two to see what it was like and then come back. Marty hesitantly accepted, and so they took what was needed and y/n went back to the wild west, but she ends up getting stuck there, how would she get back to her time? What wrong could happen?

PrattPack Imagines/Oneshots/Headcanons.

I'm kind of stealing the idea from @im-an-octopus where she does some headcanon about some Chris Pratt's characters, and I really wanted to do something like that, but I don't know if I'm really going to do this or when I'm going to do this, but it's been on my mind for a few days now. (And maybe accept requests from them)

Characters that would include:

Peter Quill

Owen Grady

Josh Faraday

Jim Preston

Andy Dwyer (maybe, I need to watch more Parks and Recreation to find out more about him)

Onward - Barley Lightfoot x Reader

I'm divided into three ideas, and I don’t know if I write them all or choose only one.

First: Y/n is a mermaid, coming from a special lineage with several stories, and perhaps one of the only families that continues with her ancient traditions, so she along with her father, mother and brother ended up moving away from the rest of the family and moving to Mushroom Town, but when she finds out that her family is in danger, an unknown person says that she must find two people, a wizard and a knight, she was very confused because of this, and said that wizards no longer exist, but not long after she sees a news about Ian Lightfoot she went to find him, because she believed he was who that unknown person was talking to. Maybe this will be a long journey. What surprises await for you?

(both the second and the third would happen kind of in an AU where it happens in the real world, and everyone is human)

Second: Y/n is new to the city, and is in the penultimate year of High School, she feels out of place and alone, in the beginning some people even tried to be friends with her, but when y/n realized that they were assholes she walked away and decided it was better to be alone, who needs friends, right? Everything seemed to be going well, or at least the best possible, until school literature work needed to be done in pairs, the pairs were drawn and she ended up with Barley Lightfoot, she wasn't very comfortable with that, not because of the things she had heard about him, but because she really didn't want to do that to other people, because she was afraid that she could do something and he would end up making fun of her and she would suffer again, but things were much better than she expected and maybe that was the beginning of a new friendship? Or something else?

Third: Y/n's younger brother got hooked by QoY, and because of that, he and his friends would go to an event that would take place in the city, where it would be kind of a rpg but with everyone acting and dressing properly instead of being on the board, with their father traveling, y/n is responsible for taking his brother there and waiting until everything is over, but maybe with some events the heart of y/n will end up being stolen by a handsome knight.

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