justanothertraveller42 · 10 months ago
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Why is the US (insert derogatory statement here)
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feardrummed · 1 year ago
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there are two wolves inside me. one says by the time she runs basically anything tied to her family would make her feel sick. the other says it'd be really fucking funny if she "borrowed"her dad's stupid purple car-
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redrobbrivers · 7 months ago
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the dispensary closest to me is temporarily closed too so i gotta walk like twice as far 😑
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leonardoeatscarrots · 1 year ago
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This drivers manual shit is easy
Just pick the most paranoid dialogue option
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voxiiferous · 1 year ago
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What’s the neighborhood like?
Living Space Headcanon | @kugel-bitch
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Awwww yeah! My chance to wax poetic about the Blue Light District again. This is thrilling, I love this. Also the fun benefit of having the ability to cross-reference my own hc. This gets longer than I expected so most is under the read more!
Right, so first part is just where is it? In my hc, Vox's domain is the part in blue of the following image. His portion of the Pentagram isn't tiny.
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It's somewhere thereabouts to that gray dot that is his tower, and heart of the Empire. The Vogitek tower is the tallest building in the Blue Light District (BLD), and he lives on the topmost floor.
So what is it actually like? During the day, the BLD looks like most of Hell, with a few key exceptions. If most of the buildings in Hell are in some state of disrepair, with growing ears or eyes, or other mutations born of the amount of sin, then the BLD is comparatively free of that, because of how frequent construction is. In addition, while the city itself has a lot of skyscrapers, the BLD has the tallest, and the highest percentage of them. It towers above the rest of the city, and is kept in somewhat good maintenance.
Vox keeps an increasing number of architects and urban planners on his staff for that reason. A decent amount of the inspiration comes from Tokyo, where there is a limited amount of space, but a lot of people, so instead of building out, they build up. When there is a disruption in the normal flow of things, be that gang warfare or an Extermination, it tends to be the part of the city that is the quickest at recovering.
But at night...You know how New York is described as the city that never sleeps? Well down in Hell, that's only more true. The district as a whole is the most technologically advanced part of the whole city, and where new things tend to get introduced first, like the slow-going transit system. It's the part of the city Vox has the most direct control over, and where the bulk of his infrastructure and people are. It's a lot easier to do things when you and your company own everything in this whole corner of the city.
Because that's sort of the main thing, is Vox died, and decided he didn't much like the idea of suffering, so he's just done his best to recreate New York. A large part of why it's so distinctive, is that, unlike large portions of the city that have traded hands a dozen times over the last century, or somewhere that never has a permanent Overlord presence (or, Heaven-forbid, the Hellborn nobility who have never taken into account urban luxuries or population increases).
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The inner reaches of the district are the most brightly lit after dark, and it's where it shines the most. There are people, music, lights. Most of the stores are open 24 hours, and it has all sorts of modern amenities, like a dozen different tech stores, convenience stores, some cafes, restaurants. The overarching colour is blue, but the closer you get to the middle, the more muddied it gets. the outer parts of the district are still well lit, but the blue is far more the staple colour. This part is more likely to have things like apartment buildings.
As for the tower itself, there is usually someone, aside from Vox there. It's the epicentre of his Empire, and while there are auxiliary studios, often for larger movies or the 666 News, the tower itself has countless meeting rooms, offices, smaller recording studios. There's places to eat, bathrooms. It is the thing that he is proudest of, and it all works efficiently. Some nights, when he can't sleep, he's liable to wander, and more than a few of his higher ranking employees are people he found working late. It's not uncommon that will be a large part of the workforce, especially if something had recently gone wrong, or if there is a big deadline coming up. A few of those and it had become worth it to invest in some space blankets and pillows, so people could sleep there, especially for people stuck over Extermination days.
An additional benefit of keeping everything largely contained, is it makes it much easier to shuffle things around if need be. If anything happens within a production, he can take over, or assign someone else, and with a limited period of adjustment, can get back on schedule, without having to travel half-way across the city, just up or down a few floors. For something like the big blockbuster movies that need more space, they don't tend to be in the tower, but anyone who deals with R&D can, musicians, smaller shoots, like gameshows or sitcoms, and the aformentioned non-show business people like lawyers and engineers can all be found.
From his penthouse, it's the streets upon streets of blue lights that he thinks of, always lit up even at the darkest, latest points of the day.
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red-archivist · 3 months ago
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TMAGP 23 SPOILERS!
i heard those lines and was immediately inspired to make something sad lol
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Twenty years ago, Jonathan Sims quits smoking.
Twenty years ago, Martin Blackwood’s mother survives her second stroke.
Twenty years ago, Jonathan Sims quits smoking.
It’s not enough to just stop, the shakes and the headaches nip at him constantly, and he reluctantly concludes that bad habits need to replaced by better ones.
That’s where the cycling comes in, to start with.
It’s exercise, it’s eco-friendly, and he can pretend he is literally leaving his cravings behind him as he pushes hard on the pedals.
He does his homework first, researching what is the best option for city cycling, for his budget, for someone that hasn’t ridden a bike since they were nine.
He plots out his paths to the office, the shops, and the nearest puncture repair centre, just in case. He even makes a spreadsheet to keep track of them.
He is sure Tim would poke fun at him for it, if they were still talking, but the organisation keeps his twitching fingers busy and his roaming mind away from the half-finished box of cigarettes in his desk drawer that he promises he will throw away any day now.
What all that planning fails to account for, as soon as he actually gets onto the road, is the rest of the world moving around him.
Every stereotype he has heard about antagonistic drivers is proven ten-fold as he dodges swerving cars and gets sworn at for whizzing past stalled traffic. He soon learns to sneer through tinted windows.
Pedestrians are almost worse. They seem blind to him, stepping out directly in front of his wheels and making him wobble as he overcorrects. As if a bike can’t still do some damage if he were to actually hit someone. Once, he clips the edge of a pram and stops in the street to shout some sense into the careless father pushing it.
He bitches openly about this during his lunches and his coworkers only roll their eyes at him sometimes.
The cycling becomes a bit of running joke in the office when they spot him coming in with his bike shorts and change of outfit, but he ignores them. The shorts are practical. For some reason, telling them that only makes them laugh harder.
He takes the fastest route into the office and a scenic one home. It winds through quiet well-off estates, before opening out to one of the less well-known urban parks. It’s calming, almost meditative, to roll through the cool shade the cluttered trees offer after another meaningless day of data entry.
In those times, he doesn’t think of his empty flat or his dead-end job, he forgets his sniggering coworkers and his ever-dwindling contact list. It’s just him and the wind.
The only thing that could make those moments better, he admits to himself, is a smoke.
The problem with this particular path is how hard it is to see around corners in the park. There is some national re-wilding initiative in the works and the foliage looms over the roads in a way that block his line of sight.
He checks every turn, even though it is rare to encounter a car in this area. Better safe than sorry.
The night he dies is warm but overcast.
He follows his usual route and cranes his neck to see around the overgrown corner he is approaching. A drooping branch grazes his head and something falls from the tree onto his neck.
It could be a leaf, or a twig, or a ladybird, but Jon feels the whisper-touch of something small at his throat and his only thought is: spider.
He has been afraid of them since he was very young and terrified instinct immediately beats any reason. One hand flies up from the handlebars to bat away at his collar. He swerves. Fear makes him pedal faster and the bike speeds onto the junction.
He is so scared of the potential at his throat that he never even sees the delivery truck.
The bike is sent flying from the impact, Jon falls under the wheels.
The driver, to his credit, calls emergency services immediately, distraught.
The ambulance is there within five minutes, but they needn’t have bothered. Jon is declared dead at the scene with a broken neck.
What few friends he has left comfort each other with that fact.
At least it was quick.
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Twenty years ago, Martin Blackwood’s mother survives her second stroke.
This is a good thing, Martin reminds himself, more than once. It is Good that his mother is alive.
It doesn’t matter that the nurses need to attend to her around-the-clock now. It doesn’t matter that the care home bills have skyrocketed. He is grateful that she is still with him.
He starts looking for a third job. The admin work during the day and the shelf-stocking at night barely covered his previous bills. He’ll have to look for some flexible positions to cram into his schedule.
In the meantime, he cuts back. Eats cheaply, eats less. Cancels overdue check-ups and doesn’t touch the heating.
His days are a current of constant worry, occasionally breached by a wave of panic that he tries to quell by hiding in the office bathroom and digging his nails into his legs.
Panic won’t pay the rent or keep the lights on or remember to call Mum every Sunday. He smothers it deep in his chest and ignores the spasm of pain he gets whenever he forces it down.
He has been getting those more often; sharp, sudden chest pains, numb fingers, dizzy spells, an aching back, shortness of breath.
He had been going to ask the doctor about it all before he cancelled the appointment but. Well. Needs must.
He has his first heart attack on the evening shift.
Pulling a box of washing up tablets from the top shelf in Aisle 4 causes such a rush of agony in his chest that he dares to ask the manager to take his 15-minute break early.
He doesn’t make it to the back room before he collapses.
In the hospital, after he wakes, the doctors ask if there is a family history of heart problems.
If he didn’t feel so weak he would laugh.
He has more in common with his mother then he likes to admit. Of course they share a bad heart.
Or maybe it came from his father. Mum always said he was heartless. Maybe there’s a hole where Dad’s DNA should be.
When the medical team leaves him to rest, all he can think is how much this will cost him.
The NHS is no charity no matter what their marketing says, not to mention how much money he will lose by recovering. He can’t afford six weeks of not working. His first job doesn’t have that much sick leave and his second doesn’t have any.
He runs the numbers in his head, tries to find what else he can hack out of his life to keep his head above water. Occasionally his thoughts swerve, self-recriminating and barbed. He is so stupid for letting this happen at all.
It’s all his fault.
Mum is going to be so angry with him.
His heart pulses in keen pain, bitter and broken.
Somehow, he drifts off, counting figures instead of sheep.
The second heart attack kills him in his sleep.
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They die on the same day, at nearly the same time (Jon rushes ahead, always too eager, Martin follows inevitably after him).
Their death certificates are filed away alphabetically by a bored clerk in the dusty management system of the General Register Office.
Twenty years later, Samama Khalid exhumes them and examines them, with more curiosity than sense, only to be disappointed by the mundanity of their ends.
He returns them together, heedless of any organisation.
Jon and Martin meet, in the quiet and the dark.
The filing cabinet is a shared headstone, their names rest side-by-side.
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buckychristwrites · 1 year ago
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About You | Day 9 | j.t.
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Summary: Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you're publicly feuding with.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Cussing. Enemies to lovers
A/N: A bit of a filler, but the next one will more than make up for it :)
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The anxiety coursing through you was sending you in quite the downward spiral. 
“Keeley, I’m afraid to touch it.” 
“You’re gonna have to touch it to wear it, babes.”
You stood frozen in your bedroom, air pods in your ears and eyes plastered to the dress bag that was hanging off your closet door. It was almost as if you were afraid that if you moved, it would disappear into thin air.
“I still can’t believe Rebecca did this for me,” You said, shaking your head while continuing to stare. When the dress was delivered early this morning, you were so overwhelmed that you phoned Keeley in an effort to calm down. She was, as you predicted, all too willing to lend a listening ear and some calming words.
“Isn’t she wonderful?” She exclaimed. “I’m so glad that the two of you are becoming friendly.” 
“She still scares the shit out of me, but I’m coming around I think,” You told her. Which was true. You had to hype yourself up for almost ten minutes just to send her a thank you note, and you were relieved when she texted back a simple Of course darling. Keeley’s laugh echoed from the other side of the phone. Glancing at the time, you let out an exasperated sigh. 
“Shit, I’m gonna be late.” 
“Is Jamie walking with you today?” She asked as you quickly pulled your pyjama shorts down. You paused.
“He told you about that?”
This time, it was her who was quiet for a minute. 
“Yeah, he did.” Slowly, you started getting dressed again. You weren’t sure how to feel about Jamie talking about you to others. The urge to ask her what else he had said about you was so strong that you had to tell yourself not to do it. No, you would just let that thought eat at you for the rest of the day.
“Sorry, I gotta run,” Was what you opted to say instead. “If I don’t see you later today, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
“Absolutely!” Keeley said excitedly. “Bye!” 
You hung up and rushed to get ready. By the time you were running out the door, you were a few minutes behind. The stairs down to the lobby of your building seemed to increase only when you were rushing. When you ran out, you ran face first into Jamie. 
“Woah, Speed Racer,” He exclaimed with a hint of a chuckle in his voice. His hands were on your shoulders as you gathered yourself. “Now who’s the menace to pedestrians?” You scoffed, shaking your head as you pulled the wrinkles out of your shirt.
“Still you, Tartt.” 
“Yet, you assaulted me today, and I was the pedestrian before you were, wasn’t I?” He picked up a carrier with two cups from the little plant ledge next to the front door. He must’ve been waiting and decided to set them down. You were thankful. The feeling of knocking those drinks all over the ground, or worse, all over Jamie, would’ve made you feel just awful. He handed you a cup before turning and starting the walk. Sighing in relief, you took a sip and followed him.
“How’s your face doin’?” He asked you casually. You shrugged.
“I bought bruise cream and I’ve been using it, but I’m not sure if it’s helping or not.” You thought for a second before scrunching your nose. “It’s only pretty painful to rub in.” He looked closely at you, bringing his face only centimetres from yours.
“You still got the makeup on, so can’t tell,” He remarked. You rolled your eyes at him.
“That’s the point, silly.”
The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. You watched the cars drive by and lost yourself in thought. You’d never been to a gala before. What did one entail? Obviously drinking, and dancing. Did the press have a designated area? Or were you allowed to mingle with the guests? You hadn’t thought to ask these questions when you were given the pass, too excited to even think straight. 
“Have you ever been to a gala?” You asked Jamie as you stepped into the street to cross. He let out a deep, exasperated sigh as his gaze dropped to the pavement.
“Too many of them,” He said, shaking his head. “If this wasn’t for me own club, I probably wouldn’t go.” A minute passed, and a thought seemed to cross his mind, because he quickly added, “Actually, I’m only goin’ because Keeley would kill me if I didn’t.” 
“Do the press get to roam around?” You asked. “Or is there a designated area we have to stay in?” He hummed in thought.
“I’ve seen it both ways,” He explained. “Sometimes the press stays outside, but Keeley mentioned that they want a lot of publicity, so the journalists are allowed inside.” You nodded enthusiastically.
“I didn’t think to ask questions when I got the pass.” A beat passed, and you sighed. “I don’t know why but I’m so nervous,” You admitted. 
He shook his head before saying, “No need to be nervous. Not like you’ll be treated like any other journalist. Not with us all bein’ mates and all that.” You did take some comfort in that. Taking another sip of his coffee, he hummed again, this time in a way that suggested he had just remembered something important. “Did ya try on your dress yet?” You feverishly shook your head.
“I’m terrified to do it.” Jamie’s eyebrows knitted together.
“Why?”
“What if it doesn’t fit? Or what if I look horrendous in it?” At this, he actually laughed.
“You won’t look horrendous in it,” He assured you. You eyed him.
“Why’s that?”
His cheeks turned bright pink.  
“The team picked that dress as a group,” He reminded you. “We wouldn’t have picked a dress that would make you look bad, would we?” 
He was only half right. The team did help pick, but when it came down to it, there was only one opinion you really took into consideration. Of course, he didn't know that his thoughts held more weight than the others. Not because you had voiced it out loud, at least.
“What are you wearing?” You asked him.
He shrugged before saying, “Just a suit, nothin’ fancy.” 
You imagined him in a suit, holding his tie at mid abdomen with both hands as he posed for the paparazzi. For some reason, he was wearing sunglasses in this daydream. You prayed that he wouldn’t do that, but who was to say?
“Hopefully the weather will be nice for the walk,” You remarked casually. Jamie’s head snapped in your direction.
“Walk?” He asked. “You can’t fuckin’ walk to the Gala.” Your face scrunched up.
“Why not?” You were so caught up in the conversation that you almost stepped out into traffic, but Jamie grabbed your shirt and stopped you before your foot could even hit the street.
“You’ll be all sweaty, then no one will wanna talk to ya,” He said. “Besides, walkin’ around in that dress?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “You’ll get snatched up.” You laughed as the signal changed to cross.
“Snatched up by who?”
“Whackos who’ll sell ya body for sex or somethin’.” He continued to think. “An ax murderer, maybe. Or just a fuckin’ weirdo who see’s a pretty lady on the street and decides to have a go. London ain’t known for its saints, let me tell ya.” You stared at him in shock.
“Don’t manifest that energy on me!” Laughing, he shook his head before lifting his hands with palms down, as if he was about to tell you a brilliant idea.
“Let me pick you up.”
Your eyebrows flew upward. That was the last thing you expected him to say. You figured he would bully you into getting an Uber. If you were nervous before, you couldn’t describe what it was you felt now.
“You don’t have to do that-”
“We’ve been over this,” He told you. “I don’t have to do anythin’. I offered ‘cos I want to.”
You considered this. It certainly would be nice to not have to walk, and driving was never something you had even thought about. The traffic would be so horrific, you knew that it would be better to either get a ride or walk. 
But riding in with Jamie. Of course, every fibre of your being was screaming to say yes. But how would it look to everyone else if you were seen getting out of his car? The rumour mill would start rolling long before you were able to stop it. Not to mention the paparazzi that would snap pictures of the two of you. If anyone at your work caught wind of it, or worse, your boss, you would be done for, career wise. 
However.
Oh how nice it sounded, to be picked up by Jamie. To have him hold a hand out for you to help you out of the car. To lead you inside with his hand on the small of your back. For everyone to watch as the two of you walked by, arm in arm. To walk over to the-
No!
It was just a daydream. It wouldn’t be like that at all. It would be like Jamie allowing you to ride with him to the Gala, where you would arrive together, then part ways for you to do the journalist thing and he’d go to do the world renowned footballer thing. You would be talking to people because it’s your job to get interviews. He would be talking to people because the people would be dying to talk to him. Things would be the same as always except everyone in the world would be asking who the hell is the rather ordinary girl arriving with the rather extraordinary Jamie Tartt. The fact that you were even allowing yourself to consider it going any other way left you slightly embarrassed. 
“I won’t walk,” You told him in a small voice. “But I think I’ll just drive myself, I think.” The disappointment that you felt at saying that was overwhelming.
For a brief moment, he allowed himself to look downstriken, which almost as quickly turned into satisfaction. 
“As long as you’re not walkin’.”
The arrival to the changing room was uneventful. When you went to your usual spot against the wall, you pulled out your phone instead of the notepad. Things were far enough along that you didn’t feel the need to take notes as often, so you started using this time to sift through what you had and to work on the profile itself. 
“Is everyone decent?” A familiar voice called out, and in walked Keeley Jones. When she removed her hand from over her eyes, she sighed. “A girl can’t get lucky just one time?” They all laughed at her joke as she approached Roy and plopped a kiss to his cheek.
“Just here to give you all a quick reminder of the Gala tomorrow that you are required to attend, thank you,” She announced, shooting a glare at everyone. “It’s black tie with the red carpet starting at 5, and the whole thing going until about 11 or midnight.” She gave a sweet smile. “Everyone is expected to be on their best behaviour and to get as much money as we can for homeless youth, yeah?” 
Everyone cheered, pumping fists into the air and whistling. With Roy’s arm around her shoulders, Keeley followed the coaches into their office.
“Man, I hate talkin’ to people. Especially the media,” Jamie muttered as he tied his shoes.
“Really?” You asked him. “You always do so well with interviews.” He shook his head.
“Everythin’ ya say gets all twisted up, just rather avoid it,” He said. A beat passed before he looked back at you. “Not you, of course. You’re the only journalist I like.”
You replied with your widest smile.
The day went as expected. You took pictures of the players as they practised, trying to get as many as possible so you had a lot to choose from. With the fact that you’re not a professional photographer in mind, it was hard to discern what shot would be good and what would not, but all things considered, you thought you had been doing a pretty decent job.
Jamie walked you home, as normal, and the two of you talked about minute things along the way. You continued your game of asking him very simple questions, and he enthusiastically answered them before asking for your responses as well. 
“What’s your favourite colour?”
“Would you go back to college, if given the chance? Or are you normal and enjoy being an adult?”
“What is the most awkward situation you’ve ever found yourself in?”
By the time the building where you lived was in front of you, it felt like the time had gone too quickly, and you wished you had some sort of excuse to invite Jamie inside. He lingered as well, looking around at the trees. 
“I guess I’ll see you at the Gala, then,” He said finally. You nodded, folding your hands in front of you.
“See you then,” You said, giving him a smile and a wave before heading inside. When you happened to turn once more before going up the stairs, you noticed he was still there. Was he closer to the door than you had left him? It seemed like he had taken a few steps forward, but maybe you were imagining things. 
He gave you a wave before turning and disappearing out of sight. You stared out the window at the empty sidewalk for a moment too long before making your way up the stairs towards your flat. 
Upon entry, you mindlessly found your way to the bedroom and resumed your activity of the morning, which was to stare at the dress bag in continued fear and surprise. 
You won’t look horrendous in it.
Jamie’s words echoed through your mind over and over as you stared. You knew you needed to try it on before getting ready the next day. It was the only way you’d wear it. If you waited, you knew yourself well enough to know that you would chicken out of wearing it all together.
Before you could really process what you were doing, you pulled out your phone and went to Jamie’s name. Your thumb hit down on his number to phone him. He answered on the first ring, greeting you by saying your name in a confused voice. From the sound of the wind and a car horn in the background, it was clear he wasn’t even close to being home yet.
“I need you to tell me that I won’t look bad.”
“What?” 
You walked over to the dress bag, slowly unzipping it and staring at the beautiful black fabric that hung off the hanger.
“I just…” You sighed. “I’m going to try it on. I need you to tell me I won’t look terrible in it.”
There wasn’t any hesitation.
“You won’t look bad in it.” His voice was so tender. You put him on speaker before setting the phone on your bed and stripping off your clothes from the day. You pulled at your fingers anxiously.
“What if I do look awful?” You asked him in a whisper. You were fighting every urge in the world to cry, but you were desperately trying to hide that fact from him. “What if I put it on and I look absolutely awful?”
You thought you heard him snort, and you could imagine him shaking his head with the phone to his ear. With nervous hands, you reached for the dress and pulled it down off the door.
“You…” He paused briefly, spiking your anxiety all the higher. “You could never look awful. In anythin’ you wear. Ever.” You froze, staring at the phone on your bed as his words spun around your mind at a million miles a second. The temptation to question the intent behind what he had said killed you, but you said nothing. He was just telling you exactly what you asked to hear, anyway. 
You slipped the dress over your head carefully and pulled it down over your head. When you looked over at the phone, the call was still on, with Jamie patiently waiting on the other side of the line. From what you could tell, it fit rather nicely. You pulled the dress down to rid yourself of all wrinkles and took a deep breath before turning to the mirror to have a look.
A gasp left your mouth.
“That good, yeah?” Jamie’s voice came from behind you.
It fit you just perfectly, hugging your body in all of the right ways. The slit in the skirt made it look classy and scandalous all at the same time. For a few seconds, you kept popping your knee in and out of it with a goofy grin on your face. You couldn’t stop staring at your reflection, turning around to see yourself at every angle, and posing in a few different ways.
You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this beautiful. This comfortable in your body, in a piece of clothing. It made you feel so much bigger than you were. So alive. You wanted to wake in the morning and fall asleep every night and spend every moment in between in this dress and this dress only.
“It’s stunning, Jamie,” You said, quiet while still loud enough that your phone could catch your words. “I look stunning.” It felt so wrong to say, but it was the truth.
“See, I told ya,” He said. “You gonna send a photo?” You shook your head almost immediately.
“Nope. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow like everyone else.” He sighed sharply.
“Fine,” He said in playful defeat. You pulled the dress off from over your head again before carefully placing it back on the hanger and hanging it back over the closet door. Sitting back on your bed, you took the phone off speaker and brought it to your ear again. Your heart was overflowing, with love for yourself and love in general. A long time passed before you spoke, but Jamie was still there, waiting patiently. From the sound of the quiet on his end, you assumed he had arrived home.
“Thank you, Jamie.”
His voice was soft. “Anytime, love.”
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visit-new-york · 2 years ago
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View from the roof of Empire Stores
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How to get to Empire Stores Dumbo?
Empire Stores Dumbo, nestled in the heart of Brooklyn, New York, is a vibrant and historic destination that beckons locals and tourists alike. This iconic complex, situated in the Dumbo (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) neighborhood, is a hub of culture, commerce, and creativity. If you're eager to explore this trendy locale, read on for a comprehensive guide on how to get to Empire Stores Dumbo.
Using Public Transportation:
Subway:
The closest subway station to Empire Stores Dumbo is the York Street Station (F train). Upon exiting the station, it's just a short walk to the complex.
Bus:
Multiple bus lines service the Dumbo area. Routes B25, B67, and B69 are some options to consider. Check the MTA website for the most up-to-date schedules and routes.
Taking the Ferry:
For a scenic and unique approach, consider taking the NYC Ferry. The East River route connects Manhattan and Brooklyn, with a stop at Dumbo. Keep in mind that ferry schedules can vary, so plan accordingly.
Walking or Biking:
If you're already in Brooklyn, walking or biking to Empire Stores Dumbo is a delightful option. The area is pedestrian-friendly, and you can enjoy the views of the Manhattan skyline as you stroll or cycle along the Brooklyn Bridge Park Greenway.
Rideshare and Taxis:
Ride-hailing services like Uber and Lyft are widely available in New York City. Simply input "Empire Stores Dumbo" as your destination, and you'll be dropped off conveniently at the entrance.
Driving:
If you prefer to drive, use a GPS navigation system or a maps app to guide you to Empire Stores Dumbo. Keep in mind that parking in Dumbo can be challenging, so consider using nearby parking facilities.
Parking Information:
There are parking lots and garages in the Dumbo area, providing options for those who choose to drive. However, be aware of parking restrictions and rates, and plan accordingly.
Accessibility Considerations:
Empire Stores Dumbo is committed to accessibility. The complex is wheelchair-friendly, and various transportation options cater to individuals with mobility challenges. If you have specific accessibility needs, contact Empire Stores in advance for personalized assistance.
Conclusion:
Navigating your way to Empire Stores Dumbo is an exciting journey filled with diverse transportation options. Whether you prefer the convenience of public transportation, the scenic route by ferry, or the flexibility of rideshare services, reaching this iconic destination is a breeze. So, embark on your adventure to Empire Stores Dumbo and immerse yourself in the rich tapestry of culture and creativity that awaits in this historic Brooklyn neighborhood.
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Trying to find a trashcan while walking in an area that's supposed to be otherwise pedestrian-friendly be like:
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trav3lingwanderer · 1 month ago
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Madrid, Spain 🇪🇸
Dates: September 24-27, 2024
Stayed at: The Hats hostel in C. Imperial, 9, Centro, 28012 in Madrid, Spain
Total price of hostel: $127.37
LODGING
My stay at The Hat hostel went beyond my expectations. I picked this hostel because it is in a central location, and the reviews were fairly positive. I booked a mixed 4-bed dorm as soon as I arrived to Madrid, and my roommates were all quiet and considerate. I hope I was too... The room is pretty small, more narrow than wide and there are outlets on the sides of each bunk; bedding provided. The view from my room was to the front of the hostel and we would have the window/door open for fresh air, keep in mind Madrid's kinda loud, but it was so worth it. Not all rooms are facing the street, btw.
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The hostel has 5 floors with a rooftop (where you can order food), and a -1 (basement/cave area) floor. The -1 floor is where the kitchen is, and is where the nightly sangria making class is held. The host (who also hosts the pub crawl) was so friendly and informative, infectious energy. In the elevators and on various parts of the hostel there is information on activities hosted by the hostel. There is a daily walking tour, and a nightly pub crawl (great ways to meet other travelers). There is a bar in the lobby. The hostel also has private rooms and bathrooms, too. It was never extremely loud out in the hallways during my stay, everyone was respectful (I was on the 2nd floor).
GETTING AROUND
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Walking, walking and more walking. This city is so pedestrian friendly. The metros are great, too. I only used the metro to and from the airport, buses are constantly running although I did not get on the bus, either. Spanish is necessary however most of the locals I came across spoke english in some way shape or form. Even when I'd talk in spanish they'd reply in english sometimes.
FOOD
At the hostel there is breakfast for an extra fee each morning, although I did not participate in that.
Lots of pizza and tapa options, restaurants with seating outside is normal. The price of food/a meal is reasonable, and I mostly ate small meals. I ate a potato omelet, with wine and a side of bread which was delicious, 8/10, also had pizza, dumplings, ice cream, cinnamon rolls, empanadas, churros and horchata (not all on the same day). I drank a lot of wine LOL.
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WHAT DID I DO?
My first night, I went to a pub crawl hosted by the hostel. Before that though, the hostel hosted a sangria making class I participated in. The pub crawl consists of going to 4 different bar clubs, 1 shot is included in the price, and we ended the night at the club. Price: 20 EUR
•Visited many book stores
•walked around (bring your tennis shoes)
• Spanish meetup event
•open mic night event at Generator Madrid hostel
•free walking tour
OVERALL ENERGY
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Overall, it was my first time in Europe and I was surprised at how different Spain is from latin america aside from... religion and language. I realized just how indigenous and african influenced latin america is, and just how little I knew about Spain aside from it colonizing latin america. Madrid reminded me so much of New York, but cleaner/organized (I say this as a born and raised New Yorker). I injoyed learning about Madrid history especially in terms of the symbology of the cats and the bear clawing up the tree. The city is bustling with tourists and locals alike so it was hard to get an in depth read of it, there is an underground feel to it though if that makes sense-- as if the real part of the city happens underneath what we see.
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mazovian · 5 months ago
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okay i've been interning with my state's department of transportation in the multimodal division, and i feel the need to share a few things to those who are also highly concerned with pedestrian safety and accessibility 1. there are people in the government who work as planners and do deeply care about this, they have made it their entire career. for some of my co-workers, their entire job is to monitor engineering/planning projects and try and make sure they are pedestrian friendly 2. that does not mean that this is entirely a institutional or historical problem though, often these very co-workers are outright ignored, talked down to, and blown off by engineers when these changes are proposed- right now someone on this project desperately wants to get rid of one of the planned crosswalks and even went behind the division's back to get it removed Like, I've taken urban planning classes, making cities more interconnected and walkable is basically most of what we talk about and it generally seems to be one of the biggest concerns in the planning industry today. But the issue is that this doesn't extend to civil engineering- where things are treated like a math problem of how to get the most amount of cars through a space. Poor planning is what got USAmerican cities into this position in the first place, I'm dogging a lot on engineers but really planners are who set the stage for this and designed sprawling and separated cities that are allergic to mixed-use space in the first place. But it's so frustrating that in the process of trying to make these existing areas even remotely better, a single sidewalk is a uphill battle.
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see-arcane · 2 years ago
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The bookcase incident is fantastic because it would show that now Jonathan's primary traits are the need to be as helpful as possible and the desire to just go apeshit. Discretion? Not showing off the unsettling stuff? He doesn't know them anymore <3
I think his meek discretion meter got permanently broken over the course of the book.
He is polite! He is a friendly and lovely fellow overall! But he has also learned the value of not stepping around every single solitary social eggshell; a lesson taught both by Dracula's mind games and the ugly consequences of playing along to the gender norms of silence and ignorance between himself and Mina.
Going the apest of shits is still on the table for serious situations, but even in milder scenarios--say, helping some children retrieve their lost ball under a parked carriage by idly tipping the thing up on two wheels and nudging the ball out while the driver and every pedestrian stops to gawk, or scaling up the side of a building to retrieve Mina's hat from where the wind blew it onto a high window as every sensationalist news reporter in the area starts spinning tabloid nonsense about a local spider-man crawling around Exeter--well, why not use the few perks he got from the nightmare?
Remember, this is the same guy (same lawyer) who was prepared to bulldoze directly into the Count's latest lair, cops be damned. Amongst all the other Crime Times he indulged in. Jonathan and discretion are barely on speaking terms any more.
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dungeonmastersconsortium · 2 years ago
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Deeks: A Short Story of Eonera
Deeks sat on the park bench, wiping the sweat from his brow with a gloved hand. It was not particularly warm, but he had been trying to complete his route early, and his final delivery for the day had been in one of a few production facilities on the outskirts of Druwa. He could still taste the acrid metal tang of the air that was ever-present in arcane production buildings. He coughed and spat on the ground before taking a swig of water from the bottle he kept slung over his shoulder, before pouring it over his face to scrub some of the gray soot away.
Looking up at the sky, he saw the beautiful blue that was interrupted almost imperceptibly by the shimmer of Druwa’s defenses. Most people in the city, when they saw that shimmer, felt safe… protected. It helped them feel better. Deeks, though, only saw a sign of how far the beautiful world he lived in had fallen. With the rise of existential threats all around them, the Matriarch had decided to put the barrier in place. Now the city’s arcane batteries, once only a precautionary measure in case of a major disruption, powered the rippling dome over the city.
Matters like this were no longer Deeks’ concern, though. He was a simple courier now, and he cherished the simple joy of the job. He picked up the rod containing the day’s deliveries with a list of corresponding locations, summoned the parcel, and moved on. He got to go home to his partner when he was done, something he had only been able to do every now and again before. On a day like today, that meant everything to him. 
Deeks, you there? The voice in his head was dull, the unmistakable smoky tone of the goblin dispatcher who assigned routes with the courier service. She spoke to him through the band clipped to his upper left ear. How many stops do you have left?
Hey, Valya, he replied mentally. Wouldn’t you believe it? I’m all booked up for today. He looked down at the steel rod in his free hand, dull from the lack of illuminated runes. 
Bullshit, came the reply. You do know I can tell which rods have empty spots, don’t you? He did know that, of course. He replied with a mental eye-roll, which couldn’t be send, but the idea was transmitted over the telepathic link.
Yeah. I meant that I’m done for the day, he thought, dully. I’ve got stuff to do tonight. He received the mental equivalent of a shrug in response.
Late arrival. Paid extra for same day delivery.
I said no.
It’s close by. Sort of. Just get it done, and you’ll get the usual same-day bonus.
Does Corna understand the meaning of no?
He does. He also understands how time works. And coin. No other couriers are in your area. It’s an hour, tops. 
I have to go home and- His mental retort was cut short.
You’ve got a nameday party to prepare. We know. Corna says there’s something extra in the pocket for tonight. A token of his appreciation.
If it’s another “One free half day” token, you can tell Corna to shove it up- Valya cut him off, probably saving his job.
It’s a couple bottles of that Uakruth vintage you like.
Fine. Last delivery. Sighing, he activated the first of the two glowing runes on the rod. Out popped a tightly rolled scrap of paper with an address. He groaned and stood up, shaking his head to get rid of some of the water and sweat that remained. He pulled the hood on his cloak up and got moving. He regretted not riding a skimmer today, but his current route wasn’t friendly to the hovering vehicles, given the haphazard alignment of the buildings. He hustled through the roads, sidestepping the occasional pedestrian as he hurried about his business. On the outskirts this was much easier, but the occasional “merchant” tried to flag him down to browse their wares, and even a Vidarian broker, blue-skinned and four-armed, tried to get him to take a job. He didn’t stop moving, even as the amphibious humanoid tried to flag him down with reassurances that it was easy, quick money for a courier. He kept his mind focused on his task, driven by his need to get home. He barely noticed the sky darkening… If he had, it may have struck him as odd, given that it was still early in the afternoon.
After a half hour or so of walking at the brisk pace he insisted on maintaining, he arrived at the designated address. He knocked on the door absentmindedly, already thinking of the preparations he’d still have to take care of when he got back. He had already paid a few street cooks to prepare food for the party, but decorating and rearranging the furniture still needed doing. He was about to knock again when he noticed the signboard on the wall next to the door.
BYLLERA HAS LEFT THE CITY
IF YOU NEED HER, INQUIRE AT
THE SILVERHOLD IN LEWELLYRA
Deeks sighed. A waste of his time. He pulled his hood back as if he were about to speak to someone face-to-face, more out of habit than actual necessity. He hated telepathic communication.
Valya. I don’t know who paid you for same day delivery, but they’re late, it seems. Recipient is long gone. 
Odd, came the reply. 
You’re telling me, he replied, tilting his head back to scrub his face with his hands. Refinery soot itched like a bitch. He then saw the darkening sky, and he narrowed his eyes, as though trying to solve a complex equation. 
Well, assuming you’re not about to track her down, just - 
Deeks’ senses were immediately overloaded. The first thing he registered after losing his sight was an intense, high pitched whine followed shortly by a blinding white light that replaced the darkness. The air tasted like burning metal, but not like it had at the refinery. This was more pure… more sinister. He fell to his knees as his flesh felt like someone was slowly pressing needles into him all over. Was it the ground shaking beneath him, or was that his body, wracked and shaking with sobs? 
He blinked repeatedly, only to see through the haze of spots in his vision what looked like huge, metallic debris falling over the city. Not a lot… but before he could figure out what it was, the barrier that surrounded most of the city sparked and became opaque. The barrier that he, now, was outside. He was still paralyzed with pain, blinded by the sparkling lights that plagued his eyes. He gasped for breath, but the air tasted foul. He felt odd, something he hadn’t felt… Then he realized that he had subconsciously engaged a personal, transparent barrier around himself. As he gasped, looking around he saw the pedestrians around him. It was a scene straight out of his nightmares.As if in slow motion, he saw people dissolving around him… Their flesh turning to dust, followed by muscles… then bone. He screamed in pain and horror, unsure what was happening around him. 
Looking toward the city, Deeks saw that people inside the barrier were looking just as horrified, but seemed unharmed. Then, with increasing dread, he realized that the shuddering he thought was his own body was, in fact, the ground beneath him. As the ringing subsided, he heard what sounded like the earth being torn apart. When he saw the city within the barrier list slightly, he stood up and tried to sprint toward the barrier. He defied the pain coursing through him, protesting every movement. He pounded a fist on the barrier, which did nothing but cause a searing pain that radiated up his arm, leaving black, cracked skin in its wake, and threw him backward. 
As he regained his senses, he saw the city… his city, sinking in the ground. 
VALYA. VALYA, WHAT’S HAPPENING? No response. He tapped the cuff on his ear. He took it off and examined it. It still carried the enchantment… But it wasn’t reaching its counterpart. He reached out to the barrier and screamed, a sound that tore through his throat with an anguish that couldn’t be put into words. Deeks was educated, and he knew what was happening, in part. The barrier had reacted to a threat, and was closed to outsiders. He was trapped on the wrong side. He lay on the ground, pounding the stone impotently with his fists, tears running unchecked down his cheeks. The city surely couldn’t survive if it continued to sink. He was aware of the massive cavern that lay below the city. Far below, not close to the surface enough to warrant concern about building a capital above it. But at the rate the city was sinking, it’d plummet to the bottom. 
Deeks was just a courier, trapped outside an impenetrable barrier, screaming, crying, and flailing in anguish. He heard a deep thrumming sound, and internally winced, though he was able to make peace with it. Though his sobbing didn’t stop, he laid on his back, arms spread wide to the sky above him. At least this second wave of whatever danger had killed those around him wouldn’t be stopped by his contingency barrier… He would perish with all the rest.
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Deeks coughed as he awoke, his mouth and throat felt covered with dust. He rolled over, taking a drink from the bottle he always carried with him on the job. He choked, spat, and tried again, more slowly. He rolled over weakly, looking toward his home. Then he remembered what had transpired. He got to his feet shakily, then felt a surge of fear, pain, and rage, propelling him to sprint toward the barrier… Or where it had been. He was able to pass through the area, which was now a shallow crater in the earth. He sped down the incline, nearly falling multiple times. 
Running for… He didn’t know how long… he reached the spot. He knew it should be here. He pounded the earth with his fists, to no avail. He dug at the soil with his hands, as if he could simply unearth his home. 
He did not know how long he knelt there, digging, crying, and wailing, but eventually his arms refused to move, and he could no longer hold himself up. He crumpled, and embraced the darkness that overcame him once again.
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He guessed it had been two, perhaps three weeks since the city sank. He had been able to scavenge food and water from some of the buildings on the outskirts, and had been keeping himself alive more out of habit than any desire to see the next day. He wandered without purpose, eventually finding himself, quite by accident, in the same spot he had fallen when the city was forced below. He sat there, staring at where his city had been. He had contemplated the possibilities of seeking the city, and fully intended to do so… but he knew it was futile, deep down. He was currently considering more… dark possibilities. The only people he cared about had plunged beneath the surface… miles beneath the surface. He wasn’t far away from other bastions of civilization, but what was the point? The only person he loved was likely dead. He had no one, no job, no purpose…
He saw a glimmer in the dust nearby. He tilted his head quizzically, then walked over to the pinprick of light. Brushing the dirt away, he saw his transport rod, which hadn’t quite been buried by the dirt that blew all around the area for days after the sinking. He remembered what it contained, and the tears began to flow again. He hardly noticed them any more, they already felt like old friends. He considered opening the dimensional pocket, then looked up.
If you need her, inquire at the Silverhold in Lewellyra.  He hefted the pack he had assembled over the last few days, stuffing the rod inside. Last delivery, he thought, even as he scrubbed at his dusty, tear-streaked face. Putting aside all thoughts of his own end, he began to walk. Last delivery.
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devilishlycute · 2 months ago
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Curiouser and Curiouser..
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˜"*°•.˜"*°• "Cats and rabbits
Would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers
In a world of my own." •°*"˜.•°*"˜
˜"*°•.˜"*°• "All the flowers
Would have very extra special powers
They would sit and talk to me for hours
When I'm lonely in a world of my own" •°*"˜.•°*"˜
How could a trip to Disneyland end so horribly for Y/n L/n?
Easy!
She was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.. So much for a lovely night at the "Happiest Place on Earth".
˜"*°•.˜"*°• "There'd be new birds
Lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds
Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds
Within that world of my own" •°*"˜.•°*"˜
•°*"˜.•°*"'I could listen to a babbling brook
And hear a song that I could understand
I keep wishing it could be that way
Because my world would be a Wonderland.."˜.•°*"˜•°*"˜
Book: Prologue, Chapter 1
A Rυɳαɯ��ყ Oɱιɳσυʂ Cαɾɾιαɠҽ
Y/n's POV
"That DINO CO. Blue Slushie was really fucking sticky-"
I grumble to myself as I ran both hands under the faucet letting the water wash away the gunk and sticky feeling from my hands "But man, was it so sweet" I finished with a smile on my face and a quick wave of my hands to flick the droplets away. I felt my phone vibrate and quickly dried my hands off with a towel before reaching into my pocket.
Reading off the screen, I could see that it was (Best friend).
Bestie <3:
Hey! We're waiting for you at the Avengers Area, taking pics w/ my precious boi Loki, HURRY AND GET OVER HERE BEFORE I FAINT!! Xoxo~
Smiling at the message I send back the emoji of a thumbs up, and ready my phone for pictures, making my way over. Luckily the restroom I was in was in Hollywood Land, so I wouldn't have to walk too far.
"I can't believe I'm about to graduate High School for that matter.." I mumble to no one, I check my camera roll to see what I have so far.
So far I have pictures and goofy videos of mostly the mascots then the Actors. I couldn't help but lightly chuckle at how awkwardly I'm posed in almost each picture.
' You'd think the staff members could at least take ONE flattering picture of me.' My thoughts are ripped from me for a split second when I hear a loud scream near my right.
Looking towards the source as pedestrians run past me, coming from the direction of Buena Vista Street, a Black Carriage is barreling towards me! Two dark horses are pulling this Carriage, narrowly missing people and objects. "Oh shi-AH!"
A random person trying to flee pushes past me, falling on my knees, hearing my phone clatter away from me and feeling the solid stone walkway scrape against my palms, the pain didn't really matter since the carriage was only inches from colliding into me.
'Is this it..? Oh god, this is gonna fucking hurt- Mom, Dad, anyone! Please... Help me!!' Not wanting to face this head on, I close my eyes and awaited for impact. The sounds of screams and panic only seem to get louder.. Until they stopped all together, but I never felt the impact.
'. . . huh? Wasn't It about to hit me?' Opening one eye it was dark, soundless, but most of all warm. I didn't feel the cold night air of California anymore. 'So where am I?' A green glow slowly dims the once dark space, revealing where I am.
My eyes soon adjusted to the dim light, I am inside a very elegant and gothic style room with coffins floating above me and a giant mirror that is facing me similarly floating over an altar, a black plume of smoke emits from the altar surrounding the mirror I couldn't help but flinch at how unnaturally cold it got, a wisp of this smoke brushed past my face and I felt a bombardment of emotions:
Wrathful
Prideful
Gluttonous
Lustful
Envious
Slothful
Greediness
Groaning at the splitting headache that was accumulating at the back of my skull, gripping the sides of my head hoping to at least massage the pain.
FWOOSH
Gasping at the flash of green, the black smoke dissipates along with the headache. Looking inside the mirror green flames are flickering and fleeting, I feel the warmth of the room come back, I hadn't noticed that I've gotten closer to the mirror to warm myself again. A deep voice resonates through the mirror causing me to look into the Mirror's glass.
"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor...
My proud, beautiful flower of Evil."
'That voice... I feel like I've heard it before..' As if it was second nature, my hand moves to glide against the gilded frame of the mirror, I stare deeper into the mirror.
"You truly are the fairest one of all.
O Magic Mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek..."
'It's the Magic Mirror from Snow White! Am I still in Disneyland, but the Snow White dark ride isn't in California anymore-' The Magic Mirror's flames warp and swirl to show me a Black Carriage heading towards what looks like a Castle, the carriage passes underneath an iron gateway?
A Crest of a Raven shines under the moonlight, I can barely make out the words welded on the arch of the gateway. The image shifts again back to its default Green flames.
"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth...
If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."
The flames part and a large pale hand appears, open as if waiting for a partner to grasp it.
'There's no way I'm grabbing anything, I could end up breaking something-' A sharp pang shoots through my head causing my knees to buckle forward. My fingertips brush against something soft and fleshy yet cold, opening my eyes looking down the hand seems to be holding mine tight but tenderly.
'As if this person is holding back their strength, almost knowingly...' The room goes pitch black and the hand disappears along with the lights. For reasons unknown, this made me ... Awfully sad and painfully lonely.
Fwoosh
A ball of now red fire is lit in the center of the Mirror. The green lights around the room relit themselves and a new voice comes through.
"As flame reduces even the stars to ash."
A crystal of ice replaces the flame, the cracks of the ice are clearly heard. The room got cold once more, but this time it was welcomed.
"As Ice seals away time itself."
The ice fades and a whirlwind of leaves burst forth from inside the mirror, the scent of fresh grass and a soft breeze brush past my face.
"As great trees swallow even the sky."
The image again shifts to a void of darkness, but the scent of fire and fresh grass still linger. The chill is still present but its weak, but strong enough for my hands to wrap themselves around my... layered body? Looking down at myself my casual clothes are replaced with soft and very expensive feeling robes?!
'How- WHO undressed and redressed me!??' This has gone from intriguing to down right creepy! Whatever prank this is- has gone on long enough!
"Fear not the power of darkness. Now- Demonstrate your power."
A bright light illuminates and grows brighter by the second, it temporarily blinds me causing me to shrink away from the offending light.
"To me. To them. To yourself.
The hour grows long, and time is scarce."
My hand is grabbed by a familiar touch, its soft and yet still cold like a reptile, blankets over my hand. But I couldn't help but squeeze it anxiously, it surprised me when I felt it grip back reassuringly, its- no His thumb strokes the back of my hand soothingly.
"Keep steady your grip, no matter what may come..."
I feel the hand soon pull me forward gently, but instead of a cold hard surface I am met with what feels like entering a pool that strangely doesn't soak my clothes. A wave of fatigue and drowsiness invades my very body and I am very drained. The adrenaline has finally left my body..
'I feel ... Very tired...' I couldn't help but answer the call of sleep.
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strawbxttries · 2 months ago
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i have beef BEEEFFF with this city because its one of the most populated cities in the goddamn world but it is so not pedestrian friendly. everything is so much fucking traffic and nobody ever walks because there is no fucking sidewalk to walk on. even if there is, the motorcycles treat it like a personal lane. only like 50% of the downtown area is pedestrian friendly but nobody ever walks bc its so hot and theres so much pollution. THERE IS SO MUCH POLLUTION BECAUSE EVERYBODY DRIVES EVERYWHERE. the MRT system only has like 12 stops. the busses are electric but so unreliable. UGH im pissed off
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conroennews · 3 months ago
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