#there's no way i can collect enough diamonds anymore ..........

[ryllen]

Try to pull him for the fifth time, ended up shoved to Jack SSR instead

[lethalchiralium]

Happiness Masterlist

A collection of Simon “Ghost” Riley and his daughter, Winnie, and his wife, you.

SERIES PLAYLIST | Simon’s Playlist | Your Playlist

AO3 Link!

Raindrops

It’s the first night home with his little one, and he’s trying to remember every moment.

Angel

“Can you please explain to my Captain why I am an hour late?”

Little

Ghost has somewhere to be.

Tattooed Heart

The 141 meets the mysterious Lieutenant's daughter.

You Belong With Me

It’s your 21st birthday, yet you sit in a nice restaurant in a beautiful dress and tears in your eyes - until someone comes to your rescue, like a knight on a white horse.

Dear Winter

Simon had to find a toy for Winnie, but discovers what finally pushes him over the edge to confess his love for you.

Diamond Ring

“Wear it on your hand, tell the whole world that I’m your only man.” Simon dodged death so closely that it finally snapped him from his stupor - he needed you to be in his life for the rest of time.

Wife content below!

Tonight, Tonight, Tonight

It was a long deployment, Ghost wanted nothing more than to come home and be Simon again.

A Little More

It’s Simon’s first late night and morning with his new daughter, Mellie. And you and him have an important conversation.

A Little More [2]

A simple day of mundane domesticity, life isn’t always jammed packed full of events + Simon still has a lifetime of making it up to you.

That Happy Feeling

“say hello, winnie.” “say hello, mellie.” + a text conversation with the 141 + los vaqueros!

Dramatic

Simon’s been sick for three days and has refused any medication, claiming the cold medicine you brought from your home in America is poison and he’d rather die. You are convinced that the British medicine does nothing. Only one will win.

Lover

Christmas Eve is over. With enough paper cuts to last a lifetime, you just want Simon to know how much you love him with a song.

Twice A Question, Once An Answer

Two times you asked your husband a question, and the one time he had the answer you needed.

Imagine It

It was just a nice afternoon, your husband’s brothers in arms trying to name your imaginary baby for you.

Almost

Just a doctor’s appointment to find out baby three’s gender.

Will Never Be Enough

"Simon, I need you." The Lieutenant dropped the papers he was holding, they flew across the office floor. "I'm on my way." OR, Simon comes home to find you in a puddle of blood.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky

It’s hard to get over something like this, it’s hard to feel like this. Loss is difficult. OR, your husband tries his best to comfort you, but he’s finding this new challenge difficult.

Ducks

It’s hot in England, so it’s time to pull out the plastic kiddie pool and dip toes in the frighteningly cold water. Winnie finds a new friend.

More Than I Could Ask For

Losing a baby is difficult, Simon knows that. But as he takes care of you, all he wishes for is for you to not feel the pain anymore.

All I Ask

Simon tells you why he feels ashamed, plus Mellie decides to be a comforting little baby.

A Late Night Last Minute Request

Laswell catches Simon at the supermarket, to which he brings bad news home. There's only one thing he wants - a late night last minute request.

Four

It’s cuddle time for your girls.

White Carnations

Simon spends time with Winnie before he goes, he reminisces on the time he’s had with her.

The Love You Want (NOT POSTED)

It’s late at night, it’s his last night home before he leaves and he needs you like he needs oxygen.

Fearless

With Simon's new deployment comes a surprise guest, Kate Laswell, and some very unwanted company knocks at the door.

Window to the Abbey

Winnie and Mellie are cautious of the two new operators in their house, Simon’s calling, and Mellie’s sick. To say you’re handling it with grace would be an understatement.

Dial Tone

It’s the afternoon, rain thundered against your home so you couldn’t hear the footsteps that backed you into a corner.

Drag Me Under

One moment, you’re home - the next? You’re somewhere you don’t recognize with people you don’t recognize either, holding one of your most precious valuables.

High Water

Price has to make a tough decision.

The Death of Peace of Mind

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I Will Think Of You As I Surely Drown

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The Drabbles:

Burps

Little Letters

Christmas Closet

Melody

Mummy

Don’t Jump

Mum and Baby

Dinner Plans

Just Five Minutes With You | Interrupted

Bye Bye Beard

Be Home Soon

Halloween

Sleep Patterns

The What Ifs:

Home or Hospital | Porcelain | Piece of You In The Morning

Drifting

Careful What You Wish For | 22 Years

If Simon was with you when you went into the OR.

The promise that John Price keeps. | The Locket

Comfortable (18+)

[euaphoric]

🕸️ KINKTOBER - DAY 3. 🕸️

Teacher’s Pet

[PAIRING] taehyung x f!reader

[GENRE] college au, teacher x student, pwp [WARNINGS] smut, age gap (9 year difference), daddy/sir kink, hand kink (i love tae’s hands what can i say hehe), fingering, oral (m. receiving), unprotected s*x (whoopsies), hitting from the back, spanking, breeding, light degradation, use of pet names (kitten, baby, doll, etc), slight possessive!tae ?? if you blink lmao

summary: it’s all fun and games making your professor get all flustered by your actions, until he actually does something about it and reminds you who’s the real one in charge.

wc -> 2.8k

kinktober m.list

you knew exactly what you were doing trying to provoke professor Kim the other day. it’s a little game you like to play with him, getting him all hot and bothered in public places knowing he couldn’t do a single thing about it. that’s why you wore the tiniest, micro skirt you could find in your closet— which barely covered anything, you’ll flash someone if you bend over even the slightest. during class when mr. Kim asked everyone to come and grab their test result papers from his desk, he called your name out trying his best not to make it so obvious he was staring at your body. you drove him insane the first day he laid his eyes on you, fully obsessed and captivated by your ethereal beauty. he almost moaned out loud when he saw you bend down to pick the test paper up, “accidentally” dropping it when you turned around, giving him the view of a fucking lifetime.

he was so going to make you pay for that next time he saw you. as much as he wanted to just say fuck it and ruin you straight after class was over, he had some important matters to take care of. fortunately for him when he sees you again he’ll have much more time on his precious hands. more time to have his way with you and punish you for all the sins you were about to make him commit. he thought all the little tricks you had up your sleeve were finished, but not just yet. thinking you couldn’t get any more bold than wearing that tight, short skirt, you came to class wearing a plain white button up top, but it had some alterations to it. you tied the ends into a knot, making it into a cute crop top, also leaving most of the top buttons undone and the collar flared out. the outline of the hot pink bra you wore underneath could be visibly seen with lace detail peeking out from the opening of the shirt. he also noticed something… you changed your belly jewelry. the one you had before was a simple silver barbell with a pink heart gemstone, but the one you wore today had a diamond playboy bunny dangling at the end.

this game of yours isn’t funny anymore, it’s pure torture at this point. your presence was enough to take his mind into unthinkable places, doing everything in his power to get through this hour lecture without stuttering or faltering his words. even some of the students were noticing his sudden change in behavior, usually he speaks in a sophisticated, eloquent manner but today he was acting noticeably different. “what’s up with mr. Kim? he’s talking super fast and not as calm and collected as usual.” your classmate Aria voices her concerns next to you, not knowing a single clue that you were the cause of it. you were making it extra hard on him too, staring at his beautifully crafted face while seductively sucking on a cherry lollipop. every time he’d look over at you you’d make sure to twirl your tongue around it, foreshadowing what you’ll be doing to him later on. thank god the room was dark besides the projector, he would’ve been extremely embarrassed had someone seen the massive boner he was sporting under his slacks. you were getting such a kick out of making him a flustered mess, not caring of the consequences that’ll come with it later, you’ll end up enjoying it anyway. its absolutely unfair that he couldn’t wrap his hands around your pretty neck, push you up against the wall and fuck you senseless like the dirty slut you are. he will in due time though, it’ll all be worth the wait in the end.

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once class was over, as usual there’d be a line of girls waiting to speak with mr. Kim. most of their questions didn’t even pertain to the lecture, they just wanted to say they had a conversation with him. he was quite the ladies man and very popular among campus, he was mostly known for just being that really hot English professor everyone wanted to fuck though. “awww, i was hoping you’d stay a little longer so i could talk to you more!” an annoyingly cheerful female student says to him, trying to act all cute and nonchalant by twirling her hair around but failing miserably. “me too! i need some help on starting my thesis mr. Kim, could you maybe give me a private session on how i should go about writing it?” another perky girl joins in to ask, her voice was so nasally you wanted to cover your ears with both hands. these girls will throw themselves at him like it’s a brothel but you didn’t need to do any of that, he was waiting specifically for you and no one else. “sorry girls but i’ve got other important plans after this that needs my immediate attention. i’ll see you all next class but please get going, it’s getting late!” his eyes never left yours as he said that, no one in this room mattered to him besides you. you could tell the female students gathered around him were devastated, most of them pouting and trudging away in sheer defeat. it was laughable how they still try making advances all just to get politely rejected. you wouldn’t say it inherently makes you jealous, but their obnoxiously tone deaf behavior was enough to turn your mood sour.

you head towards the exit but his voice halts your movement any further, clearing his throat before gaining your attention, “ahem, excuse me miss.” it didn’t take much for you to realize he was calling after you, who else would he be talking to? some of the others girls turned around to see if he was addressing them but he shooed them away to leave. his mind went feral soon as your gaze landed in his direction, subtly licking his lips while looking down at your perfect cleavage. if he doesn’t fuck you and dump all his cum in you sooner or later he’s going to die from blue balls. once he could see that everyone’s left, he wasted zero time doing what he’s been fantasizing about for days. an ominous smirk forms across his lips as he backs you up against the door, fully shutting it with both of your body weight combined. “mr. Kim what’re you doing—” “shut up.” before you could get another word out his large hands are on your throat, crashing his lips into yours without any warning. he kisses with so much force and energy, stroking the left side of your face with his free hand. the placement around your neck disappears once he travels down to your chest, roughly cupping one of your breasts, kneading it through your shirt. pulling away for a moment, a long string of saliva connecting both your lips from his wet, sloppy kissing. “fuck.. been waiting to do this shit again for so long… also what did i say about you speaking formally to me outside of class? i’m only taehyung, daddy, or sir when no one’s around.” the strict tone of his voice instills an inexplicable sense of fear within you, having little to no idea what he’s capable of or what he’s even thinking on doing next.

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taehyung had the most gorgeous hands you’d ever seen, the visible veins showing and his beautifully tanned skin was enough to make you go crazy. he noticed you staring at them too, viciously smiling at himself once an idea strikes his mind, “open.” you didn’t hesitate to obey his order, mouth inviting two of his fingers to take in, eagerly sucking on them as you look into his eyes. he would never tell you this but watching you do this alone could simply make him combust, he doesn’t have to ask twice for you to do anything, you’re his perfect little sub. “fuck, keep going.” taehyung’s low groans make you even wetter as you continue sucking on his long, veiny fingers, staring at him all innocently knowing damn well you’re about to get fucked like no tomorrow. a slight moan slips out as you bob your head up and down, making his cock twitch from the vibrations going up his spine. “you like my fingers baby?” his head tilts to the side in amusement, loving the obscene view in front of him. “mhmm,” you nod with your mouth stuffed full of his digits, taking them in deeper as you would his cock. “everything you do is so fucking hot… how are you even real.” he husks, biting his lip at your filthy actions. your saliva coats his fingers deliciously when he detaches from your mouth, loving the way your chin is covered in drool. he drags his hands down lower to reach the hem of the pleated skirt you were wearing, hiking it up to gain further access. your heart almost stops when you feel him slide your panties to the side, letting out a high pitched sound when he sinks those same two digits from your mouth into your soaking cunt. “nnnggghhh~ daddy,” your voice becomes shaky as his fingers slide into your wet folds, hearing the sweet sounds your arousal makes.

your hips involuntarily grind against his fingers, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he feverishly rubs your clit while fingering you. “i want you to suck my cock so i can blow my load all over your pretty face, if do that for me i’ll make sure you get straight A’s the rest of this semester. sound like a deal my sweet kitten?” he already knew you were going to agree, you needed to pass this class in order to graduate and what better way to get an easy A than to fuck for it? you were willing to do just about anything to please taehyung. “y-yes sir.” you comply right away, whining from the sudden emptiness as he pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips as he sucks off the juices. “mmm.. tastes like heaven.” he will truly never get enough of you, ever. you quickly drop to your knees to undo his belt and unbutton his pants, greedily licking your lips as you finally get to suck him off. taehyung instantly fell in love with you when you gave him head for the first time, he’s never wanted another woman to touch him since. you were the only one who’s ever been able to get him to cum just from sucking his cock alone. as you slide his briefs down his member springs out with a small bead of pre-cum leaking out. your lips kiss his pinkish-red tip, dipping your tongue out to lick it up. his cock flinched at any little slight stimulation, he didn’t jerk off or anything since that day he saw you in that tight mini skirt, wanting to save all of it just for you. opening your mouth wider to take his full length, your eyes begin watering when the end of his shaft hits the back of your throat. “already taking it all so well like the good little kitten you are. look so fucking hot like that with your mouth full of my cock.” his hands grab fistful of your hair, pulling hard as he forces more of himself down your throat.

you gag and choke a bit from his hips rutting into you, but that doesn’t stop you from sucking his cock like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do on earth. giving all your efforts to please him, looking up with bright big eyes while you deepthroat. your pussy was uncomfortably wet, you could feel your slick leaking on your thighs. moaning as you continue bobbing your head up and down, feeling him throbbing in your warm mouth from the sensations. “yeah baby… just like that keep going.. fuck…” taehyung swung his head back in pleasure, pulling your hair tighter as he feels himself getting close. you could sense he was close too by his erratic movements, and you know exactly how to get him to cum. you collect more saliva as much as you could to make it even sloppier, some of it almost dripping from the corners of your mouth as you keep going. he felt like the end was nearing for him, seeing flashes of white as he grunts loudly, bucking his hips up in a frenzy. “i’m gonna cum kitten… you better swallow of all of it like a good fucking girl.” you nod, feeling him pulsate even more in your mouth, humming around the base of his length as you send him to a higher state of pleasure. the back of your throat gets hit with shots of hot cum, milking every last bit of him until you know for sure he’s done. “you really have no idea what you do to me y/n, do you?” he pants while trying to catch his breath, looking down at the beautiful mess he’s created. “i swallowed it all daddy, look.” you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue to show him it was all empty. “good kitten, you’ll be greatly rewarded for this.” taehyung couldn’t wait to finally have his cock inside of you, it’s been long overdue..

“bend over for me on my desk, now.” taehyung orders you again, getting up from your knees towards the desk with your face down and ass up in the air. “fucking love this ass so much.. you’re fucking perfect doll.” he grunts, tightly gripping onto your hips and squeezing your ass, he couldn’t stop biting his lip at how sexy your body was. your body jerks involuntarily when you feel a harsh slap to your right butt cheek, hard enough to leave a handprint on your delicate flesh. you’d usually cry out but you’ve gotten so used to it, you’re so unbearably wet that you can’t wait for him to ruin you with his cock. “ahhh! daddy…” you whimper once he slides his length inside, not even bothering with going slow he slams his hips right into you. keeping both hands steady on the desk you do your best not to scream, you were still in a public classroom and other people could hear if you were being too loud. “fuckkk…” taehyung’s mind blank as he buried himself fully into your cunt, ramming his cock into you with brash movements. his pace was rough and fast, slapping your ass some more as his strokes get deeper. a moaned so loud at one point you thought someone definitely heard that, taehyung was pissed. if word ever got out that he was fucking a student he’d lose his job in a heartbeat, he forcefully covers your mouth with his hand, muffling all your moans as he fucks you harder.

“you want me to get caught because your dumbass wanted to scream out like a whore? be fucking quiet or i’ll punish you even harder than i’m already doing.” his degrading words made you feel so inferior, so small compared to him, but he was right, you needed to shut the fuck up or else your little secret will get out. your whole body felt like it was on fire, burning up from the inside as he slides half his length out and pushes it back in. he repeats this actions a few more times then fully buries it inside you again, making you subconsciously clench around him. “mmpphh, think m’gonna cum again sweetheart,” taehyung’s hands slip from your mouth to play with your clit, “where do you want me to cum baby?” he already knows your answer, he just loves to hear you say it. “inside sir… wan’ you inside..” you shamelessly beg, throwing your ass back against him to match his movements. “your belly’s gonna be so full of my cum, gonna drain every last drop of it into this pretty little cunt… you belong to me and me only.” all you did was nod your head ferociously at his dirty talk, hoping for the love of god that he’ll give you exactly what need. his movement staggered when you fluttered around him, feeling a knot untie in his stomach that made him unleash everything. he was so far gone, nothing mattered to him besides releasing his load into you, once he hit a certain spot it was over him. his motion stills as he finally reaches his climax, mouth permanently agape while pumping all of his hot cum into you. you came quickly after, panting and breathing heavily from how good he just fucked you. taehyung was happy with the results as he saw the cream seeping out of your hole when he slid himself out, you were so undeniably sexy and it made him even more obsessed with you. “baby you’re going to be the death of me one day, i’m sure of it.” he whispers sweetly, body collapsing on top of yours from pure exhaustion.

[harlowsbby]

Late Nights In

Requested, being laid up with Jack and the two of you just spending some much needed time alone together.

“Shit that shit hurts babe.” Jack groaned.

“It wouldn’t hurt if you just learned how to keep straight! Whenever you move I end up plucking your skin instead.” You told him and leaned his head back.

Jack was soon regretting his decision on staying in tonight instead of going on with the boys. Since Jack had just gotten back from tour all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

But he didn’t know spending time with you would lead to you plucking his eyebrow and placing a bunch of pimple patches to pimples that he didn’t even know he had.

“You were the one that was curious to know what it felt like so I’m showing you.” You told him as you concentrated on his eyebrows.

“Alright I love you but that’s enough.” He whined and pushed your hands away from his face gently. You stiffed a laugh but nonetheless sat up.

Jack’s hand were on either side of your waist as you sat on top of him. “So what do you wanna do now?”

“What do you usually do on your little self care nights when I’m not here?” He asked.

“Well I order in some food, I put a few pimple patches on my face, drink lots of lemon water.” He grimaced at the mention of lemon water.

“Okay so we won’t do the lemon water.” You laughed. “Ooo let’s do face mask and after I’ll apply the little pimple patches to you face, then we can make some food?”

“Sounds good babe.” He smiled and the two of you made your way into the bathroom.

Jack stood there as you got all of your products out, his eyebrows scrunched together when you went to place a pink headband on his head that pushed back his curls.

He didn’t mind it but it was the big pink bow on top of it that threw him off. “What is this for?” He asked.

“You use it to push your hair back whenever you do your skincare so stuff doesn’t get into your hair.” You told him. “Which mask do you wanna use?”

You held up two mask one was a aloe mask used to make your skin shine and glow and the other was a clay mask that was used to clean pores that were deep in the skin.

“Hmm let’s do the clay on last time you had me looking like a shiny diamond with the other mask.” You huffed but nonetheless placed the mask on his face.

The two of you sat there for about fifteen minutes to let the mask do it’s work. You sat on the counter while Jack stood between your legs.

“Let’s play a little game while these dry?” He suggested. “Okay what’s the game.” He grinned.

“It’s called what’s my biggest ick, we both tell one another what our biggest ick’s about each other are.”

You squinted your eyes at Jack slightly. “And what makes you think this is a good idea?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think it’s a good idea but come on I know I don’t have any bad ick’s.” You laughed.

“Okay so my biggest ick about you is the fact that you take hours to get ready.” Jack said with a smirk on his face.

“And? I’m a woman I’m gonna take hours to get ready.” You told him. “You can’t get mad they said this is good therapy for couples.” Jack said quickly.

“Okay Jack since this is good therapy.” You stated with a bitter tone.

“My biggest ick about you is the fact that you treasure those damn Pokémon cards more than me.” He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands.

“No you didn’t.” He said in disbelief.

“Did I lie? I mean come on I love Pokémon too but you literally dust off every single page everyday, you won’t even go to bed until you’ve counted each card and cleaned each card.”

You weren’t lying Jack treated his Pokémon collection like it was gold.

One night the two of you were in the bed just kissing and loving on each other when he suddenly remembered he had to go clean them.

“You know what I don’t think I wanna play this game anymore.” He mumbled making you laugh.

“Oh don’t act like that now when you just stated you can’t get mad now.” You mimicked his voice.

“But come on it’s time to take these off.” You told him and removed his mask along with your face, after you took them off you washed your face and Jack washed his.

You placed a few flower themed pimple patches on the red spots on his face and the two of you made your way downstairs.

“What are we making?” You looked through the fridge trying to find something that looked good but nothing seemed to pop out to you.

“You wanna order in some wings and fries?” Jack nodded his head and took out his wallet. “Sounds good baby.”

While the two of you waited for the food to arrive you both laid on the couch together trying to find something to watch before the food got there.

“What do you feel like watching? Something scary or something cute.”

You asked Jack as you scrolled through all the different types of movies on Netflix but Jack wasn’t paying attention though, he was focused on you.

Jack appreciated nights like this he loved how you didn’t care to spend a night in with him and that you weren’t all about the going out and being seen type vibe.

He was lucky he had someone who was understanding of his lifestyle, someone who understood him and loved him for him.

He knew nobody was perfect but you on the other hand you were perfect in his eyes at least.

“Jack?!” The sound of your voice brought him out of his little trance. There you sat with a worried look on your face. “Yeah babe?”

“I’ve been calling you name for the past five minutes are you okay?” You asked him. He smiled and nodded.

“I’m okay I’m just admiring my girl.” He grinned when you looked away but he knew you had a small smile on your face.

“Why you hiding? Lemme see that face.” He leaned up a bit on his spot from the couch and grabbed your chin and turned your face to meet his.

“You know I don’t like when you hide from me.” He said. “I know.” You mumbled.

“So why are you hiding?” You shrugged your shoulders. “You just make me nervous but in a good way.” You told him and Jack chuckled.

“I love you.” He whispered softly. “I love you too Jack but hurry up and kiss me.”

He chuckled but nonetheless pulled you into his and pressed his lips against your lips.

You felt his grip on you tighten as he moved his lips passionately against yours.

The show the two of you put on was long forgotten about now, the only thing that mattered was being wrapped up in Jack’s arms and giving him endless kisses.

[iamatinydinosaur]

🪷Floyd🪷

First Encounter

A Orange troll with cream stripes sat curled in a ball. She couldn't believe this. How long has it been?

Flashback

All she can remember was that she was collecting some berries outside her village. She grew up in a village that was mixed with all sorts of trolls that left their tribes. It was normal for a lot of interracial trolls to be born in this village. She infact was half a funk and half a pop troll. Having the body of a pop troll and the fur and stripes of a funk troll. Y/N was singing to herself while collecting blueberries. "I thought I heard singing." Said a female voice. Y/N turned round and saw two Mount Rageons.

Y/N moved away seeing the looks in their eyes. She turned on her heel and ran away dropping her basket of blueberries. "Go after her bro!" She heard the female scream. Y/N looked back as a hand came towards her. She screamed as the hand enclosed around her.

That's how she ended up in this diamond prison. She sighed curling up into a tighter ball. She didn't even hear the two pop stars walking in. "You gonna greet us or what?" A voice said making the troll jump. She looked up and saw Vaneer holding another diamond prison. She saw a Blue troll with Pink hair looking terrified trying to frantically get out. Vaneer put him next to you. "Maybe now you've got a friend you'll stop complaining about us not letting your talent go to waste!" Velvet said laughing while walking away with her brother.

Y/N looked over and gasped at who it was. "You're Floyd from Brozone. I'm Y/N" She said placing her hands on the diamond. He looked over and nodded sadly. "How long have you been here?" Floyd asked placing his own hands on the diamond prison he was in. "I'm not sure a long time. Look at me." She held up her arms. Floyd gasped seeing her hand see through. "My feet are the same." She sighed sitting back down. "How?" He asked hitting his prison closer to her so they were right next to each other. "You see that spray nozzle on top? They spray it and it sucks my power out. They can't sing themselves so use our power to sing themselves." She explained. Floyd looked horrified. "That's worse than lip syncing. Are you okay?" He asked placing his hand on the glass. "I'm okay now but it hurts when they do it." Y/N looked at Floyd, she only just noticed how beautiful his eyes were. She placed her hand where his was placed on the other side.

They both stared into each other eyes sadly. "I'm so happy I'm not alone anymore." Y/N said as tears rolled down her face. Floyd's face softened. "I'm sorry its bad enough I'm stuck in here, but now they're doing it to another troll." She crumbled on the floor. "Hey hey, don't worry, we'll find a way out." He knelt down looking at her face. She sniffed wiping her eyes. Floyd smiled making Y/N smile back.

Now she has someone she can talk to. Maybe this experience won't be that bad. (We all know how the movie goes so we can assume it will be bad)

A/N: Here's the Floyd oneshot. I love Clay but I have a soft spot for Floyd. I just want to protect him from everything.

@pendephoebe

[dateamonster]

My vampire ex-boyfriend is stalking me. This is not an unusual occurrence. Even when we were still dating he was always doing this, he just used to be more obvious about it because if I called him out he already had a line locked and loaded about how he was only looking out for me. And sure, I'll admit that I've had more than the average number of near-death experiences for a seventeen year old, but at the risk of rehashing old arguments, a lot of that could've been avoided if he'd just turned me the first time I asked.

I've broken things off with my vampire ex-boyfriend a couple times before, usually for about the same reasons, but this time it's different. I think he's noticed it too. I'm not grieving anymore, not holing myself up in my room listening to sad music watching every gray day pass me by. I've talked to my friends, then to my dad, and they're on my side. My dad took a little longer to come around, but it helped that his best friend's son went through the same thing. It's good to have people around who want to support me, not just protect me.

My vampire ex-boyfriend didn't want me to be a vampire like him. He didn't want me to have sex, with him or anyone else. He didn't want me to go out with my friends without him there, but he also didn't want to come along. He didn't want me to go out after dark. He didn't want me to cut my hair. But he liked me, he really liked me. He liked that I didn't ever show much skin even in the summer. He liked that I didn't have any real hobbies or passions so that he could be the one to introduce me to music and fine art and literature. He liked that I kept my innermost thoughts so buried that they were a secret even to me.

I don't know for sure if I want to be a vampire anymore. I think I might, or at the very least I want to keep my options open, but it doesn't feel as urgent now that I know there are other ways to change myself. I used to think I needed it to be close to him. He was so beautiful, is so beautiful. My vampire ex-boyfriend, with his serious, brooding stare and his model chin and his body carved from the center of a pale diamond, his chiseled angles sharp enough to cut with just a glance. And then me beside him, with my long mousy hair and my fragile frame hidden beneath overlarge shirts and jeans when even a knee-length skirt made me feel too exposed. For all his sanguineous habits, I was the parasite, and he was the genuine article, and maybe that's why it hurt so much to have him reject me again and again. All I ever wanted was to burrow into his colorless skin, to feel what it was like to be strong and unyielding. My vampire ex-boyfriend hated his perfect body. He waxed poetic about my warmth, my softness. Maybe we were more alike than I thought in the end.

I load my old pickup truck full of lumber and nails and feel pleased by how much easier it is now that I've started to put on a little muscle. Working with my hands makes me feel more grounded in my body, so dad's enlisted my help in some of his DIY projects around the house. My collection of bandages is growing, from splinters and slips and the occasional dropped hammer, but my coordination grows a fraction less abysmal each day, and if I spill blood there's no one there to wince and whine about it.

I put a lock on my bedroom window. I pin photographs to my wall documenting my changes from month to month. Dad shows me how to shave without cutting myself, despite my insistence that if I could figure out my legs I can figure out my face. I smile more days than I don't. I still turn my head in the same direction when I hear a loud crack from beyond the treeline that's not quite thunder. I still visit his family, when he's not around. In another life I know his parents would've treated me like one of their own.

Just as I'm climbing into the driver's seat I hear a voice from the shadows, whispering the name of a stranger. I drive away. I've got no more interest in raising the dead.

[neontoad]

“Here!”

Dazai is grinning from ear to ear, proudly showing Chuuya a handful of chestnuts he’s collected from the ground, and this is such an unexpected view, that Chuuya has to do a double take. 

He’s not mistaken. 

Dazai is smiling. 

A chestnut falls on the ground, - no wonder, Dazai's hands are overflowing with them, - and Chuuya picks it up, his eyebrow raised with scepticism.

When he reluctantly agreed to hang out with Dazai after a mission, he didn't expect him to start running around under a chestnut tree like a rabid squirrel, collecting chestnuts with such zeal as if they were no less than precious diamonds.

“You id-”

Chuuya doesn’t get to finish the sentence. His eyes meet Dazai’s, and the uncovered eye’s shine is hypnotic, its colour perfectly matching the chestnut’s, the dull colour turned into a rich hue of brown Chuuya’s never seen before.

On second thought, collecting chestnuts doesn’t look like such a lame idea. 

They start frequenting the park, and every time their pockets get filled with chestnuts, and their hearts with warmth.

Suddenly, autumn is not about gusting winds and rainy days anymore. For Dazai, autumn is about the fiery foliage of the trees that complements Chuuya’s hair so beautifully, and even though clear skies are a rarity in this season, Chuuya’s eyes are blue enough to make up for it. 

For Chuuya, autumn is about the deep brown of chestnuts, the colour he never knew was so warm - as warm as Dazai’s hand in his, as warm as the way he looks at him with timid adoration, as warm as the lively spark in his brown eyes. 

For them, autumn is about prickly husks leaving scratches on their hands, hot chocolate in paper cups, and sharing an umbrella on a rainy day, and always, as years go by, it’s about collecting chestnuts. 

It’s always about chestnuts. 

Their first kiss under the chestnut tree when they were 16. Their first “I love you” at 17 as they were lying on the grass, breathless, after relentlessly bombarding each other with chestnuts, smiles on their faces lighting up the gloomy Yokohama sky. 

Autumn is about chestnuts, warm hands and love.

Until it’s not. 

Chuuya is 18, and he doesn’t go anywhere near the park anymore.  

Seeing chestnuts in the grass doesn’t feel like a treasure hunt, but rather a bitter reminder of what he used to have. Frankly, he’d pay all the money in the world to cut down every single chestnut tree in this godforsaken city. 

Autumn is a shit season, if you think about it. 

Years pass, but Chuuya still can’t bear seeing a certain shade of brown. Much to his annoyance, it’s everywhere - in the colour of his desk, in the leather of his car seats, in the fallen leaves in the puddles of water on the ground. 

When he sees that shade again - the shade, as he looks Dazai in the eye in the Port Mafia dungeon, he tells himself he didn't miss it. He tells himself the colour doesn't look even more striking now that he can see both brown eyes looking at him with such longing, that he even lets himself reminisce for a split second.

One day they are heading to the ADA office after a joint mission. They aren’t speaking - they don't have anything to talk about. Not anymore. With the corner of his eye, Chuuya sees a familiar tree - it grew taller, but the way its leaves show off their autumn dress is the same as it used to be when they were younger. Before Chuuya knows it, Dazai is gone, running toward the tree with his trench coat comically fluttering behind him. Chuuya just rolls his eyes. Such a manchild. 

“Here!”

Dazai is grinning from ear to ear, his hands are full of chestnuts, and the way he’s showcasing his treasure to Chuuya wakes something up inside of him. Something that was dormant for so long. Something that he, deep down, missed so much.  

“You idiot,” Chuuya mumbles, intently looking at Dazai’s lips.

The chestnuts fall on the ground. 

It feels like their first kiss all over again. It’s chaste. It’s sincere. It’s perfect.

“Can we start again?” Dazai whispers into Chuuya’s ear, his warm embrace defeating the chilly September afternoon. 

Autumn is about forgiveness, warm hands and love.

Autumn is about them.

Autumn is about chestnuts. 

It’s always about chestnuts. 

[vilavi-2]

Day 2: LoA Damian x Hero Raven

Damiraeweek 2023 @damirae-week

I'm working on a continuation of my Nanda Parbat story from Chap 23 of Feather Collection. I've still got a lot to get through, but here's a sneak peek! (sorry it's a lil rough)

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It’s the middle of Raven’s second winter in Nanda Parbat, just as fiercely cold and cruel as the first. With the Himalayas locked in an icy grip, most stewards and soldiers have been reassigned to warmer, more productive posts. Only a token force of loyal elites remains at the compound to keep the elemental damage at bay and protect it from anyone foolish enough to brave the snowed-in passes, icy climbs, and whiteout stormy skies. And should all those defenses fail, it would only bring them face-to-face with Ra’s and Qalb al Ghul, ready to defend their seat of power.

It’s the best winter of his life, Damian decides, pale green eyes locked implacably on hers. Raven narrows her own back at him before dropping them to the fan of playing cards in her hands. She bites her lower lip thoughtfully, and he can feel the slight tap of her foot next to his thigh. She has so many tells, it’s hard to pick his favorite. Still, he doesn’t let his gaze wander to appreciate the bare legs on either side of him, or the flash of Raven’s chest and collar through the loosened pankou knots of her blouse. He instead sits cross legged in front of her with deliberate stillness until she plucks two cards from her hand and lays them face down on the mattress. 

“Two,” she says with casual confidence. Damian deals them to her obligingly, smirking at the victorious glint in her eyes when she studies her new hand. It’s not that Raven is a bad liar, or easy to read. It’s that it never even occurs to her to hide from him anymore. As it should be, beloved. Damian looks at his own cards, and exchanges three of them, face devoid of expression as he returns to scrutinizing her.

“Well?”

“I’m in,” Raven replies in that same confident tone. “Robe.”

His lips tick up slightly and Raven betrays a slight hesitation, instantly looking back at her cards as if to make sure she saw them right. 

“Call. Shirt.” He motions to her to show her hand and she bites her lip again before slowly turning them around. A flush of diamonds. Damian gives an approving nod. “That’s good,” he tells her. But judging from her light frown and the accusation in her violaceous eyes, she knows she’s beat. He shows her his hand, finally allowing himself a victorious smirk. Full House. “But not good enough.”

Raven’s glaring — pouting, really — but she still undoes the knots down her front and lets him push the garment off her shoulders. Only four rounds in and she’s down to her bra and underwear. Damian hasn’t even gotten his robe off yet.

"How did I let you talk me into this?" she grumbles, hugging her chest and rubbing her arms. A hearth and several well-fed braziers keep the worst of the cold out, but her skin is still breaking out in gooseflesh, disrobed as she is. Raven’s practically sitting in his lap already, so it’s easy to pull her the rest of the way, settling her against his chest and curling both arms hard around her. She burrows into him, as she always does. 

“I have no idea why you agreed,” Damian answers, smiling to himself. “You have no aptitude for games, ya amar.” She grumbles an incoherent, indignant sound. He drops a kiss on her bare shoulder. 

Nanda Parbat is on winter rations. Rice and millet, salted meat, pickled vegetables. None of her precious teas or anything resembling a delicacy has been able to get through in months. There’s a few cases of amber wine held in reserve to help prevent anyone up here from getting too bored or stir crazy. Not anyone’s idea of a good time.

Except that Raven's here, with him, and unlike last winter when they were still bound in secrecy Damian doesn't have to worry about a future where she might not be. Her crown hangs on one of their bedposts, glinting in affirmation of that fact.

Definitely the best winter of my life, he thinks.

[teezersfics]

Journey To Wonderland

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Synopsis : The pirates of Ignim, known as notorious pirates have decided to set the sail to a magical island called Wonderland, where they hope to acquire magical powers and their lost childhood memories. But, they are troubled by their lack of information about the route and amongst this they stumble upon a girl who knows the route to Wonderland and is willing to help. What happens next in the story is for you to find out........

Genere : Fantasy, Royalty, Pirate

Pairing : Secret

Prolouge / Ch.1 / Ch.2

Chapter 1 : Destiny

Birds chirping, golden sun rays hitting her face, wind carrying the coldness with it. It's is the start of the summer.

She walks around following her daily morning routine, but she is more happier today because of visible climate change. She is so ready to welcome summer. As always. Picnics on beach will be more often now, more contact with sea. Her curiosity.

It's time to decide which new recipe she will try today. 'Maybe some experiment with apples today' she thinks to herself and decides on it. Taking a small, empty fruit basket with her, she locks the home and goes on a hunt for fresh, juicy apples. And she exactly knows where she can get those.

Her steps take her to a very familiar location. A old woman smiles as soon as she see the young charming lady visiting her. "Oh, you are here!" The old lady says. "Yes."

"You want anything?" The old lady asks yo the girl. "Oh come on. Is it important that I should visit you only if I have work? I came here to help you. And yes, I will also be needing some apples which I will buy while going home." " So, you will really buy from your own shop?" The old woman asks in rethorical way.

"It's not mine grandma. You really work hard for this. I don't think I should take fruits for free just because we are close. And, don't I always tell you this?" "Okay, okay. I can never win against young blood, can I ?" They both laugh at this.

As you are returning home, you saw him outside your house. Seokhun, Mayor's son. A real pain in ass. He always comes to your house with the reason of collecting the rent, but no, he is not here just for that. He has two more people with him. Ever since you have started living on rent in their house, he has always tried to get with you. It's just enough at this point. You can't handle him now. Recently his actions has become more worst, he tries to hold your hands, tries to kiss you, etc. At this point, it's all harrasment. But you can't do anything, no one will listen to you. You don't want to ho home anymore so you turn back.

Just strolling around the town, the thought of Seokhun crosses your mind again. You can't continue to live in that house like that. But the fact that you won't get any house in as cheap rent anywhere bothers you.

As you are walking on a road alongside the beach, something catches your eyes. Beomgyu??? With a girl??? Oh no, he is at it again. You facepalm. Just when he also looks at you and there is a "screwed up" look on his face. He wastes no time and run to you for an explanation. Basically Beomgyu is your childhood friend. He was the one who found you first.

It was almost 11 years ago when you were found passed out on the shore of Ohnoj. Beomgyu was playing on island when he saw you laying on the sand. He came to you, trued to wake you up, but no answer from you. He suddenly called Grandma Hwang. Well, she is not Beomgyu's grandma but she is preety known in town. She has always been living alone. She came and took you to her.

When you woke up, you didn't knew anything, you just knew your name. Park Jaehwa. That's all you knew. And they only thing related to your past was your silver chain with a blue diamond pendant and some complex carvings on the silver around it. On the backside of it the initials of your name were carved "P.J". And nothing much. Though you get some occasional flashbacks about your past, but only when you do something you used to do before. It does hurt your head. You grew up with Grandma Hwang, and Beomgyu has been by your side since then. They took very good care of you. Later on you moved to other house just because you thought you were being a burden for Grandma and started a bakery in your house. When you were found, they estimated your age was around 12-13, according to that you are probably 23-24 now.

But something always keeps telling you that you don't belong here. Whenever you are at sea, it feels like the wind is pulling you towards sea, a voice, not audible but only in your head, tells you that someone else needs you, someone that is on the other side of the horizon. You desire of crossing the sea is more stronger than anything else.

Beomgyu jogs and stands right in front of you. "You are with a new girl, Again??" You ask putting stress on "again". He scratches his nape.

"Umm, Jaehwa, believe me, I am not playing with this girl."

"And?? As if I have not heard this from you before."

"No no, for real. I am definitely not playing with her."

"Mind telling me her name."

"Oh, her name is Bora"

"Oh, so, she is Bora??"

"Yup, I told you right, my long time crush, I am finally deciding to confess to her."

"I am gonna beat your ass if I find out that you are playing with her too. I have told you before, many times, that it's not a good thing."

"But, I don't do it anymore. Believe your brother, will you?"

"Okay" you deadpan. "But, remember my words."

He does a salute, "Yes, ma'am." and runs off back to her.

You smile to yourself seeing that he is finally getting with his crush of years.

You don't want to spoil his mood by telling your problem to him now. Seokhun will probably leave after sometime. How much time is he going to wait in front of a locked door.

As you are walking alongside the beach you hear someone talking about pirates. There were two men sitting in a open wooden shed. You were at the backside of the shed, but you could still hear then through the slots between the wooden planks.

"Pirates like them have stepped on our island. Are they going to loot us all??" Man one says terrified.

"Yeah, what if they kill us?" Another man says.

"I heard the worst. Those are not just any pirates. They are the Destiny's crew."

"What?!!! The young pirate king? I have heard alot about them."

"They are so young. But merciless. I have heard that their eyes don't shine at all, they just look so dark."

"I can't feel the atmosphere change from the time they have come."

"Does mayor knows about this? We should not let them stop at our land, or ready troops for a fight. These pirates are-"

They are cut by someone's deep, intimidating voice.

"These pirates are, what? You were saying something?"

That man asks but no answer from first two men.

""If you are so terrified to talk about pirates, why do you even talk about them then?" Another man with crystal clear voice says.

You still couldn't here anything from first two men.

"You were saying something about banning those pirates from your island, right?"

There is a pause.

"Well, for your information, no one can tell us what to do or where to stop. We do whatever we want, understood?"

Your hand flies to your mouth. Right on the other side there are crew of Destiny who caught those two men gossiping about them. You get it why those two men terrified to speak.

You tried to poke your eye from the slit in the wood. You catch a slight glimpse of them,they wore something that you have never ever seen anyone wearing. Even though you can't see properly, you try to observe the taller man, but when you look at his face with a blank expression, you feel goosebumps on your whole body. You try to find his eyes, but just then he looks exactly at you. Your soul almost left your body. You back away and crouch down keeping a hand on your heart.

Even though there was a whole wooden wall between you and them, you still felt he could watch you. 'How did his eyes directly dart at the thin slit? Did they see me?' You think. But you hear their steps fading away in the sand.

All that you heard just made you more and more curious. The people you have been hearing about for years are so close but you just can't gain enough courage to face them. You are just walking absentmindedly when another gossip alongside road catches your attention. You slow your steps down to listen.

"Those pirates are hiring some people according to what I heard."

"They are not here to loot us??"

"No, that's strange behaviour for pirates but I heard they are not here for loot."

"According to me, an insane person would ever think of joining that ship."

'Hiring crew?' You think. From where you are, you can only see the faint silhouette of the big ship standing little away from the shore, in the waters. But you are so curious to know more about it. You decide to ask about your doubts to a person sitting near the Dock.

"Excuse me. Can I ask you something about those pirates?"

His eyes shot up to you.

"Hey, keep your voice low when you speak about Destiny crew."

He warns, and you just nod.

"Can you tell me why are they here?"

"I heard they are here for hiring and this news is confirmed. They have told to gather near ship to all those who are interested to join the crew in sometime."

"But we have never had any pirate on our land and suddenly them."

"You know, they are not just any pirates. They don't follow anyone's rules."

You pause.

"But why are they hiring from random islands or countries? I have heard that they have their own organisations or some sources that provide crew."

"That ain't compulsory."

There is a pause again. But the man motions you to come closer, and you do.

"I have a exclusive information, but, don't tell anyone." He looks on his left and right, confirming there is no one else.

"I heard they are going to a place from that fairytale. They can't properly find the way to the place. You know, Wonderland...."

As soon as you hear Wonderland, it feels like everything stopped. The man is still speaking but his voice fades. There is a loud beep ringing in your ears and multiple images of certain something flashes in front of your eyes. Sea, ship, mountain, some glowing things, etc. But the last image lasted longer, big white gates. That's all. You clutch your head.

"Hey lady, are you okay?"

You look at him.

"I- I am fine. But, but are you sure whatever you have heard is right?"

"Yes, I overheard a crew talking about it."

"Okay. Thank you."

You step away from the man and breathe deeply. 'What was that?' You think.

You step in sand, looking at the sea. The feeling that you get, again. Someone calling from the horizon. The sudden strong wind makes your hair sway. You exhale. You turn your head to look at the ship again and think, "Is this it?"

Without thinking for a second time, you are already walking towards Destiny. There are already some people standing in front of the ship and a tall man standing in front of them. It's the man from earlier, with the deep voice.

Some people are standing in line, you just stand at the very end not know what to

do. From what you heard, he is the Quartermaster of the ship.

"I can sew, master."

"We already have enough tailors on our ship. No need of another. Rejected."

Just like his sharp features, he is also sharp with his words.

"Next, what do you have?"

"I- I can cook, master." Another one says with his head down.

"Again, we have enough cooks."

He says annoyed.

Just like that, many people get rejected and only few get selected. Only those, who could fight, and those are all men. He stands in front of you, asking you.

"What about you?"

You are just standing there confused, you haven't even decides if you should get on the ship or not.

"I- I-."

He raises his eyebrows.

"I can, umm. I can clean."

"We have got enough people for that."

Before he walks of, you stop him. You don't even know why you are doing this.

"I can, manage any stuff if you want me to."

He doesn't listen and just keeps walking. You are chasing behind him.

"I know the way to Wonderland."

Your hand flies to your mouth not knowing why you said that. He stops dead in his track. You are shocked by yourself. He turns back and squints his eyes. You remove you remove the hand from your mouth and look directly at him. You gulped. He takes one look at you, from down to up, at your face hand then he speaks.

"On the ship, before sun touches the horizon. Otherwise, forget it. " This is the only thing he says and walks away.

Chapter 2 : On-board

[the-witch-with-the-raven-tattoo]

After about a decade of building up my crystal collection, I can no longer close my eyes to what I've been supporting. Far from the good vibes that crystals are purported to have, I need to be honest that their trade funds the same human rights abuses and environmental destruction that I've spent most of my life decrying. I need to address this cognitive dissonance within myself, and can no longer endorse buying mass-market crystals anymore. I call myself an earth-worshipper, or nature-worshipper, yet I'm contributing to the destruction of the Earth and her people. This no longer sits right with me. Yes, there are likely minerals in my phone that were mined using less-than-ethical practices, however a cell phone in this day and age is kind of a necessity. Decorative crystals and fossils, though, are more difficult to justify in this way.

I'm still going to keep the ones I have for now, because, welp, the damage has already been done, and getting rid of them now won't undo what I've been endorsing with my dollar. I still have a box of gems that I bought to make wire-wrapped jewelery with, and I'm still not sure what I'm going to do with those, so they're tucked away until I can decide.

If there's interest, I may make some pieces with them and put them up for sale as a Crystal Clearout sale, since I did spend a lot of money on those supplies. Or I might wear or gift them. We will see.

Back to my spiritual practice. What am I going to use instead?

River rocks!

Or lake rocks. Park rocks. Parking lot rocks. Farm rocks. Forest Rocks. Anything except store-bought is fine. Look at these cool rocks I've found in my city so far! These are geologically tied to the place I live, they carry the history on the land I'm on, which is not mine to live on. It is Treaty 6 territory—the traditional and ancestral territory of the Cree, Dene, Blackfoot, Saulteaux and Nakota Sioux. This territory is home to the Métis Settlements and the Métis Nation of Alberta, Regions 2, 3 and 4 within the historical Northwest Métis Homeland.

These stones carry the memory of the people who were here before me, and that of a not-so-distant history I need to address time and time again, examine my own biases, and do what I can to address inequalities right here, right now. They are a connection to this land, and those who live on it.

These stones can also hold my own memories, for instance this petrified wood reminds me of a day a friend and I went rock-hunting by the river, and on a trip to Ontario with this same friend, we found some jade (I think). Which brings me to another point. I am not a geologist. I plan to learn about minerals local to me, but I'll never have the assurance of some shopkeeper (whatever that's worth) that what I'm holding is 100% a piece of pure amethyst, and here is a list of its properties. Instead, I'll be able to find my own meaning in the stones, feathers and flowers I find while walking in the world, and use them in my practices the way I feel intuitively guided to.

In spiritual practices, what we are working with is energy and intention. The rest are simply tools, symbols for our brain to understand what we are channeling towards or away from. The most important quality you can develop as a witch, a pagan, a yogi, a spiritualist, whatever you wish to call yourself, is self-trust. Trust that you are enough. Trust that this stone made its way to you so that you would find it exactly when you did. Trust that the herbs you lovingly grew, watered, bundled and dried are sufficient for clearing any stale energies. Learn from those who came before you, but at a certain point, you have to free yourself from reliance on corporations, merchants, readers, authors, course creators, and anyone else looking to make a buck off your lack of experience and confidence.

When you have a true need, harken not to others' greed. (the Wiccan Rede)

Consumerism has its hooks in us to such a point where we feel like we have to buy our way out of all of our real or perceived inadequacies.

Feeling down? Buy this sun lamp!

Tummy hurts? It's this scary new syndrome I just made up! Peer review, what's that? Nevermind. Buy this supplement!

Want to feel really cool and attractive? Buy this new outfit!

Want to make friends? Learn a new hobby! Oh, but this hobby requires you to buy all this gear before anyone thinks you're serious about it! And make sure you buy a t-shirt that says you're into this hobby while you're at it, so you can talk about it to everyone!

McSpirituality works the same way. Feel like you don't belong? It's definitely a past life thing, buy a reading with me to find out! Looking for love? Make sure you buy a rose quartz to send a lover your way within 24 hours. Hmm, it didn't work? It must not be big enough. Make sure you buy this one instead! Trying to get into meditation? You'll need to buy a zafu, some mala beads, and a buddha head with some very questionable history Are you broke after all these purchases? You can just buy this abundance generating spell kit, and this $10K course (I have seen this price point, it's not hyperbole) on dissolving your subconscious blocks to abundance!

It's not your fault, it's the system we all live in. I was, and still am, immersed in it too. If you're in a tough place, it can be so easy to be swept up by the promise of a quick fix, because spiritual work is hard. You'll have to confront yourself in some tough ways, work through traumatic experiences and spend years building discipline and focus.

It's a lot easier to just walk into a crystal shop and pick the one you like, isn't it? But I want to remind myself that life doesn't work that way.

Do you just walk into a store and pick out the partner, the job, the house, the experiences, the circumstances that look prettiest?

Okay, maybe some of you do if you're very lucky or have certain privileges, but these choices aren't always the ones that guarantee long-term compatibility or happiness.

In real life, it's a lot more like walking down a riverbank with a friend, catching up on life, and showing each other the cool thing you found, maybe deliberating on what it might be. Your rock might look different than hers, but you found it and it feels good to you. Maybe the shape feels satisfying and built just for your hand. You feel like it was waiting for you all this time.

Or maybe it's like walking home after a difficult day, and seeing the little sparkle of something glimmering in the sunlight. Maybe this represents hope and silver linings. Maybe a bird eyes you as you examine your rock, offering you company and understanding in a way that words fail to.

That feeling certainly isn't for sale in stores, or online. If I find it at a garage sale, I'll let you know.

[thedeliverygod]

I need help, please.

Essentially back in 2021 when I filed for bankruptcy I used a feature my payroll for my company offers which is to “borrow” money from your following paycheck, I guess like a pay advance. I borrowed the full $500 amount in order to pay my court fees/lawyer fees so that I wouldn’t have to burden my dad.

I figured once my bankruptcy went through and I was no longer paying credit card bills every month, I could handle being short a paycheck a month or two while I bounced back. I tried my best, but life kept getting in the way. I had car problems come up, I had health problems come up. At my bankruptcy hearing in December they decided they wanted me to pay 2 more installments of the court fees early so that I wouldn’t have to go back a second time (I also had to hide my cell phone in the bush outside because they did not provide lockers and I had to worry about it getting stolen the whole time because I have no family/friends in the area to drive and drop me off but that’s another story).

Then my rent went up another $100 and inflation struck everything but especially groceries. I needed every drop of that $500 + the remainder of my paycheck in order to make sure everything got paid.

I won’t say I’ve been perfect and haven’t made unnecessary purchases. It’s a goddamn depressing world and I am trying to keep myself sane with little things.

I’ve sold a lot of “unnecessary” things in my life. Old video games and stuffed animals. Old movies. Old books. I tried to sell cosplays but I left them up on eBay for months with no bites.

I can go to the used book store maybe one or two more times with some things but I think that’s about all I can manage. I’m considering selling some of my Kingdom Hearts figure collection but I’d have to know I’d get a fair price of what they’re actually worth since a fair amount aren’t made anymore. But yeah, the bookstore offers me meager amounts for things so it I only helps so much. For instance I sold my ps3, some books, a Mai sakurajima figure and I think I got like $38 and a few dollars of store credit. Aka it helps but not much. I have an old diamond necklace from my ex boyfriend I’ve considered pawning but I don’t know if that would get me much either.

My mom just got home from a stint at the hospital; she’s relatively okay now but she was in the ICU for an infection, kidney damage and low blood pressure. The latter 2 were mainly from being dehydrated in combo with the infection so she’s mostly better in that regard at least enough to go home. She’s on disability and her husband is retired so they scrape by. My dad has been sick and not working for several months now with leg issues I don’t really know much about because he’s been very vague with me and won’t let me visit.

My parents can’t help me and I can’t help them. It’s been one of the most frustrating feelings on earth.

All in all it’s 4 am, almost 5 am and I’m asking for help because I don’t know what else to do. I’m ashamed of myself and I just am so lost.

Because of the rising costs of everything, I’ve often been over drafting now. I don’t know if I’ve just gotten lucky or what but my bank didn’t hit me with overdraft fees that is until today. I got several right at the same time I deposited money and I’m left with under $40.

I’m still getting my halved paycheck so rent is priority with that and then hopefully one or two bills. But I need groceries somewhere in there. There’s a prescription I need to pick up. I have an overdue medical bill that I’ve pushed aside already in lieu of utilities. And I just am so overwhelmed. Thankfully my cat is well stocked in all his food thanks to my best friend ordering him a Goliath sized bag of dry food and me buying wet food earlier than I needed to so there is that positive.

TLDR: If anyone can donate anything so I can get groceries I’d be so grateful. If I could somehow get to $500 to make it so I don’t have to borrow money for my next paycheck I’d be eternally grateful but I feel like that’s asking too much.

I don’t feel like my situation is bad enough for a gofundme but I do have a ko-fi which I’ll link at the bottom. I am 100% going to be job searching for better pay soon but I have a surgery this month and I need to not mess with my insurance just yet.

I’d gladly write drabbles etc if you would like as a thank you gift but I unfortunately don’t have much else to give. I wish I could draw so I could take commissions.

If you can’t afford to donate, I totally get it. But also if you could reblog and maybe it’ll find it’s way to someone who can? Thank you either way.

I’m sorry if I rambled on too much but my mind is racing. I just want to be able to get back on my feet so once I can help myself I can maybe help my family.

[timelapse-unclassified]

A bird in a fishcage | Viewpoint 1 - The Aviary

Restored Archive - 28/02/2024 - 12:30

Name : Colibri Biographic Memoirs - File N°194

Author : Cirrus

Archive's Date - 06/2020

“Cirrus, can you hear me? Is the connection working?”

“Yep, everything is working great over here Colibri, are you ready?”

“Of course I’m ready, we’ve been planning this one for months now, it’s going to finally be a big hit!”

“Okay, but be careful, we can’t let you be spotted yet, we need to stay undercover for now.”

“… Don’t worry about that, I’ve got everything under control”

“So the coast is clear?”

“Yes, no one here to see!”

“Then prepare to glide down, I’m ready for some action!”

London was quiet for once, the never-ending chatter that the city was usually filled with was no more since the lockdown, and since the night had fallen, no one was outside anymore, no one except Colibri.

She was perched atop one of the towers from the Tower Bridge, ready to glide down, while Colibri was no stranger to it, she had never done such a big heist before, where she was mostly content with taking back unregistered artifact from private collections, so they could be studied by specialists instead of being exposed in the living rooms of some Billionaire, she didn’t risk much, because you couldn’t say you were stolen something that wasn’t registered.

But today, she wasn’t stealing an unregistered artifact, she had to make an impact to find more allies, to make a name for herself, and what better way to get known across the globe than was stealing one of the Crown’s jewels?

Colibri had a target, she would get one of the central diamonds, a rare jewel stolen from India when it was still a colony, so she could give it back to the Indian Treasury, with just enough evidence for the world to know she existed.

“Are you making your move or not?” impatiently said the voice in her earpiece, “Time’s Ticking down!”

“Oh, I’m making one Cirus,” answered Colibri before jumping off the tower she was perched on, “and this one is going to leave a mark.”

“It’s 22 O’Clock! Enter now!” screamed cirrus as he was mashing buttons on his keyboards, one of his eyes always locked on the surveillance system the other trying a way to divert the power back to the entrance without activating an alarm.

“Go left, and after that it’s left again!” he said, the buzz of an overworked CPU almost covering his voice.

“Got it, still no movement on the cameras?”

“We’re all clear, the guards are still two levels above you.”

“Uh, Cirrus?” Colibri paused for a bit, “You said left right?”

“Yes, What’s the problem?”

“There’s no door to the left.”

“Oh for god sake!” Cirrus exasperatedly shouted after a loud paper sound covered the transmission, he knew the plan he found was obsolete, small renovations had been made two weeks before, but didn’t think it would cause a problem. “You need to find a way to go left!”

“Why? Are the jewels supposed to be th–?” The sounds of footsteps could be heard coming from the left, stopping Colibri in her chat as she muttered in her earpiece “Cirrus! You said no one was at my level!”

“Nobody is supposed to be here! I have no visuals on anyone at your level!” Colibri was looking around as she heard Cirrus’ keyboard before his voice came back, “You need to go above, whoever is here doesn’t want to be seen as well!”

Colibri had little time left, and the hallway she was in had only one way out, and that’s where the footsteps came from, she had to delve deeper into the unlit corridor, but every door she tried to open were either locked or led to closets and empty rooms, until she came across something else, “I have an idea Cirrus, but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

“Well I don’t really care right now, you need to get to the level above, as quick as you can!”

“Could you open the elevator’s doors then?”

“That’s such a bad idea…” Cirrus audibly sighed, he knew this was probably the only choice, but it would be a risky play, “I could, but we won’t have time to wait for the elevator to come at your level.”

“I have wings, remember?” responded Colibri in a taunting voice.

“But an elevator shaft? You really think that’s a good idea?”

“We don’t have time, someone is on this level and really doesn’t want to be seen!”

Cirrus sighed again, before going back to mashing his keyboard, “I can’t redirect the current without activating an alarm, but I can invert it’s polarity!”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means that as soon as the doors are open you need to hit the fire alarm, on the right of the elevator and enter the shaft immediately, it’s going to stop the alarm but also close the doors!”

In a flicker, the light that where previously off all turned on in some sort of wave toward the elevator, lighting the hallway letting the silhouettes of two persons, way too colorful to be guards, appear before the light turned back off. The fire alarm blared as soon as the power got to it and immediately after the door opened, Colibri shot the red button on the wall with her bracelet-like taser, giving her just enough time to jump in the empty shaft, the elevator being stuck two stories lower.

Without another choice, Colibri sprung two massive wings from her back, covered in pure white and gray feathers, as if they where ones of a dove, before hitting themselves on the sides of the way-too-small-for-flying-straight-up funnel, forcing colibri to partially close her wings, so she could at least break her fall on glide down, the sounds of banging on the metal doors pressing her to find a way out, quickly.

[ahungeringknife]

365: February 14

@seventhscorpio

Forever disappointed the Guardian can only engage with the world by 'shoot gun' or 'throw ball'. I just wanna be able to talk to the conflicted villains! Destiny is a good game. It'd be better if it was a proper RPG with a dialogue tree :,) #copium

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“You think you know everything about me? Then why don’t you tell me?” Savathun asked, furious.

Wolf looked up at the spell holding the Traveler as her friends went to deal with the Wizards maintaining the spell itself then at Savathun in the distance. Echos of her flew around in empty space but Wolf wasn’t interested in them. “I can,” she called over externals. “Do you want to know?”

“You know nothing of me,” she hissed.

Wolf looked down and then looked at her Ghost who was shocked by what she was thinking. “I know what Oryx thought about you,” she called and held her hand out. Ghost transmatted the original Book of Sorrow they’d collected from fragments in the Dreadnaught into her palm. “And your brother always said you were too smart for this.”

The looming shape of Savathun came close, its shadow casting across the platform and Wolf looked up at her. “What is that?” she asked, great hands grasping the edges. Out in the open air her echoes hovered.

“Oryx’s diary,” Wolf said since that was about as close to what she could call this. “And I know you don’t remember who you were but Oryx did. And when you allowed yourself to be a hostage to the Queen you desperately wanted me to know you too. I think between me and your brother we got some of it. I probably have more in common with you than those Wizards doing this spell.” The Witch Queen looked down at her with searing green eyes but there was doubt. “It’s alright to be afraid, Savathun.”

“I’m a god. I’m not afraid,” she scoffed but Wolf could hear the unease in her voice.

“You were a god. Now you’re a Lightbearer, just like us,” Wolf said as he friends joined her. “And you’re not a fool. Neither are we. Do you want to know who you are? Because that’s a scary thing.”

The looming shape of the Witch Queen shrank as she flew forward until she was normal sized which was still about thirteen feet tall. “Don’t think you can trick me, Guardian,” she said.

“I’m not. That’s your thing. Not mine. Bear, get the worm,” she nodded to Bear and he picked up the calcified worm. Wolf set the Book of Sorrow on the pedestal and the memory of three young Krill Princesses were displayed standing and sitting on a diamond beach on Fundament at the edge of the helium ocean. In the distance was another continent on its way to devour them.

“Father’s not going to make it is he?” asked the young voice of Aurash.

“Unlikely,” asked the even younger but louder voice of Xi Ro.

“I don’t want to be king,” Aurash said.

“Why not?” Sathona asked, sounding older than them both despite being the middle sister. “What? The Osmium Court not big enough for you?” she teased her sister.

“Should be for our runt of a sister,” Xi Ro laughed.

“No!” Aurash cried. “No I don’t want to be king because then this will be gone.” That quieted her sister’s teasing. “And where would I be without you two?”

“Nowhere,” Xi Ro scoffed.

“We aren’t going to just disappear, Aurash. We’ll still be here,” Sathona consoled her sister. “We’ll always be here for each other.”

Wolf picked up the book from the pedestal. Savathun was standing on the floor and had been looking at the likenesses of herself and her sisters spending one last day of innocence on the beach. “It’s alright to be afraid of the unknown, Savathun,” Wolf said. “But you aren’t the Witch Queen you were anymore.”

Savathun looked at Wolf and her friends. “My advisers have told me who I was. But I quite like the way Oryx remembered me more,” she said quietly. Then she said some words and the strands of the rest of the spell holding the Traveler vanished.

They appeared back on the top of Savathun’s castle. The Traveler was gone. The Hive were gone and Savathun was absent. “So… did we win?” Rat asked.

“For now, I think,” Wolf said.

“Girl, you’re crazy,” Bear said and everyone laughed.

“Well if the Traveler is safe and Savathun isn’t going to fight us we should… go?” Cat asked slowly.

“I think that’s a reasonable expectation for a new sort of ally,” Lizard said even as a waypoint appeared on Wolf’s HUD. It was in the swamp. Near Fynch. But it wasn’t Fynch. She had a feeling she knew who it was. She still went with her friends as they left the island and headed back to a known Throne World exit.

[kaddyssammlung]

ED-related Sleep Token lyrics Part - One

I felt like collecting some lyrics that seem ED-related / eating related (biting, swallowing...)

Obvious triggerwarning for ED stuff; I have a tendency to get unhinged and graphic since I know what I'm talking about.

And also SH is also in there.

Nazareth:

“Drippin' from the open mouth”

Reminds me of how much we can want things. And also when you don't eat enough you start thinking about food all the time and maybe looking at it. There are so many accounts that have photos of food on the internet #foodp*rn. You know what I mean. It reminds me of this.

“Make her eat the tape in the bathroom mirror”

I put this in here because the word “eat” but he also says mirror. When I think about this in an ED way it makes me think about the strange relationship that I still have towards mirrors. Not just mirrors but also shop windows for example. I still constantly check what I look like. Not that I stand there for hours and compulsively check every angle but I look into them.

Jericho:

“Until I wake I dine on old encounters”

It's just weird. I mean I kind of get what he means. He means meeting Sleep, I guess but why say “I dine”. It's just weird. And also until I wake. It makes me think about other humans with ED s who only eat at nighttime. We all have our strange rhythms and doing things the same way every day gives us a sense of safety. Such eating at the exact same time of the day.

“You taste like new flesh”

Okay...I'm a vegetarian.

“Like I swallow, years beneath this bed”

Hiding with your food? I still prefer eating alone over eating with someone else. I don't feel watched anymore but I used to. As if they were watching exactly how much I ate.

I can relate to wanting to eat alone. Especially when you have “save food” that seem strange to others.

The Offering:

“You've got diamonds for teeth, my love”

Reminds me about obsessing over food and eating in general. I feel like when you don't eat much and then you do eat something you are hyper-aware of what you are doing.

“Take a bite”

Reminds me of someone trying to talk into eating something....”come on just take a bite”. That's something that never happened to me. I was very good in hiding everything.

“But I know you've got a taste”

Yes, Vessel I do. I still prefer certain foods over other foods. I have a problem with high sugary foods because when I just “take a bite” from them I loose my impulse control and have to binge on them. So no, Vessel. It's easier to “try not eat” those foods at all.

Dark Signs:

“And I hate who I have become Every time I wake up”

Waking up after having eaten way too much the day before feels horrible. Idk why that is. Maybe you don't sleep that well when your body is busy digesting so much food. And also this can cause stomach problems and everything that comes along with it. I spear you the details.

Eating the right amount of food is just so much better. I sleep well and I feel like I have a lot of energy.

Take Aim:

“And you make hate myself Make me tear my body Make me yearn for your embrace”

Please die Ana! For as long as you're here were not! You make the sound of laughter, sharpen nails seem softer – Ana's song by Silverchair.

It has the same vibes.

The ED makes me hate myself and makes me tear my body (cut not tear; at least in my case) but I still have trouble to let the ED fully go.

And yes I have cut myself out of nothing but pure self-hatred. Looking at me body, pinching the fatty parts and just hating them. I also used cut because I felt I had too much to eat.

But still I could not let go of my ED.

Give:

“I am the intake of breath so sharp and I know you better”

Just because “intake”. He could have chosen another word. He wants everything to have multiple layers. I get that.

“I wanna taste you better”

I think he means he wants to get to know someone better? It's just a weird one.

And also it makes me think about different things taste when you have not eaten them in a while.

Last year while I was kind of revisited by BED I had an allergic reaction towards chocolate. I never had something like that. I don't have allergies. It scared me so I stopped having chocolate for a long time. I feel like when you don't eat that stuff for a long time when you do eat it again, it tastes so weird. It does not even taste good. Most chocolate just tastes sweat and and also a little like cardboard for some reason. It's not good.

Gods:

“No more teeth to bite with”

Want to know what happens when you throw up a lot? Your teeth fall out and it can get so bad that you need dentures.

No I'm not there. I'm someone who never threw up that much because of my ED but rather because of my alcohol addiction. The state of my teeth? Kind of okay.

[briar-craft]

Pokemon ideas

Okay, so recently I've been playing Pokemon Black 2 again, and had an idea for an older trainer/ranger. Now, imagine a young boy living near a nursery, where one of the pokemon there was a Leavanny who has eggs of her own from time to time because hey, just part of pokemon. He wants to go on an adventure when he grows up, so his parents decided to let him have a pokemon. He's so excited until they bring him a Sewaddle. He knows Grass/bug types are really weak, so he's pouty for a while, until he sees how scrappy the Sewaddle is. The Sewaddle, while loving his mother's creations of clothes and such, is not the best at it himself, but loves to battle and wants to get stronger.

While at home, Sewaddle's clothes stay in shape because he has his mom around to help. But, once it's time to go, it starts to get ripped here and there. He at least keeps it in tact enough to wear and not look strange, but the patchwork jobs he does is patchy, and is noticeable over time.

Finally, he is now a Leavanny himself, but he still has no sense of mending his own clothes. One time while they were at home visiting, he was sitting and watching his mother when she collapses. She's older now, frail, but she helps him accept nature and death. Since then, his clothes are his most prized possession, even though they are tattered and patchy, holding onto his mother's love while walking beside his trainer. Though sometimes he'll be taking a nap while his trainer is getting berries or something, and passing by trainers think he's hurt just because it's rare to see Leavanny's clothes having small holes and large chunky patch jobs.

And now a bit of "what if" for the protags of Legends. Spoilers to come under the cut. And for the sake of making things flow better, I'm going to refer to Dawn as the protagonist, but if you wanted to do something with them, you can swap in Lucas if you want.

Now, what if at the end of Legends Arceus, the protag actually does get to go back to their time. Sure, a bit hard at first, but they missed their home: Twinleaf Town.

Even though they are older, I believe the game says 16 or so, they can no longer just sit at home in their tiny town anymore. So they set off the Diamond and Pearl plot basically. Now before, they don't really react to Professor Rowan just because they knew about him through the tv programs, so they knew he was the descendant of Kamado. Dawn is a little caught off guard at Lucas' appearance, just because Rei didn't really seem that interested in a relationship with anyone, and just focused on his work as a scout. But whatever happened, doesn't really concern her anymore, she's just happy it seems her friend found someone.

The first time she's really thrown for a loop is meeting Team Galactic. And not in a good way. She's a bit more fired up due to them using Galaxy Team's emblem to cause trouble.

Then, she starts to meet the commanders. Mars and Saturn she knows, but not really Jupiter, but that doesn't stop her from trying to have Team Galatic change their ways with mixed effects.

The biggest obstacle she faces though is when she sees Cynthia for the first time. Volo had betrayed her in a way she could never forgive, not to mention the terrifying pokemon that was Giratina had flashed in her mind first seeing Cynthia. I would say there's a good chance she had no idea about Cynthia before this due to Cynthia not being on TV as much as the professor, plus she apparently wasn't interested in becoming a trainer until after her trip to the past so she wouldn't look into the champions of the regions.

Whenever Cynthia does come up, Dawn is so carefully guarded against her considering Volo was nice in the beginning too but turned out, from her perspective, to have a hand in almost destroying the world just because he wanted to meet Arceus and had grown power hungry.

During the fight with Dialga/Palkia, she's calm, collected, because she knows the true kind of power they could have in them but they don't have access to it. But then, when she gets to the Champion's room, seeing Cynthia there she gets chills. It's made all the more worse when Cynthia sends out Spiritomb first and it all rushes back at Dawn ten fold.

The sickening power running through the air. The look of excitement in her eye. The cry of the ghost/dark pokemon in front of her. She gets overwhelmed, passing out from the rush itself, the fear of seeing those red eyes once again in front of her. She later wakes up in the infirmary of the Pokemon League. Barry is right by her side, and he's freaking out, wondering what the hell happened in the champion's room. She apologizes and explains everything that happened when she had disappeared. She never told him as it just sounded insane to herself, and she was the one that lived through it. But she lays it all out to him there. Turns out Rowan and Lucas were just behind the door, listening as well, and Rowan comes out to offer Dawn some time on Cynthia's behalf, not having to face the E4 again before challenging Cynthia herself again, to recover from such an experience with therapy. Maybe going to another region to clear her head. Maybe she'd meet a train master who lost his brother while doing so.

[betweenlands]

good news, bad news, weird news: immortality machine (fabric, modded 1.18.2) edition

GOOD NEWS:

the system for applying taglocks to poppets changed while i wasn't looking and right now all you have to do is put a player taglock and poppet in a crafting grid to assign it; this means you can automate DPP assignment with two mechanical crafters.

death protection poppets still prevent void damage, including /kill, meaning they still make you functionally immortal if you've got enough of them.

create deployers can take taglocks! sort of. more on that in the Weird News section.

BAD NEWS:

death protection poppets don't work when placed on shelves anymore. in order for the machine to work i'd have to find a way to get them to autofill into my inventory or at the very least have a system i can immediately grab them from, whenever and wherever i want.

this would be less of a problem if i had access to literally any of the other mods required for this. i do not. bewitchment is a fabric mod and 99% of the other mods i'd use to automate the materials for crafting the poppets (including spawner/mob killing automation) or add other QOL things to make this easier are forge-only. essentially, version incompatibility is making this extremely difficult to automate.

WEIRD NEWS

DPPs give you totem of undying buffs (absorption, resistance, fire resistance, regeneration) on breaking now? this is insane. for context, the DPPs in my profile picture would keep you at a half heart and give you weakness for a few seconds when they broke.

it kind of seems like deployers can't taglock from beds at the moment? i'm going to have to keep fiddling around with it, but this is a huge setback if they really can't -- taglocking from a player bed removes the need to collect taglocks by manually sitting in front of a deployer or just doing it yourself.

the DPP recipe has changed from ectoplasm, spanish moss, diamond, and heart to vines, hay bale, ghast tear, dried kelp, and demon heart. 3/5 of these aren't much of an issue, but the ghast tear and demon heart require farms, and the demon heart will need a modded spawner setup to automate. this is a bit of an issue because, uh, see point 2 in Bad News?

i'm tired of messing around with this stuff at the moment, so that's it for the day. for the record, i still think this is 99% automatable (save for inventory refill, unless i can invent modded item shadowing somehow), i just... wish i had access to any of the tools i know how to use in order to actually automate this. right now i'm in unfamiliar territory because of so many of my known utility mods being forge-only.

more on this whenever i come back to this puzzle, i guess?