One Day On Facebook, I Was Recommended These Groups

One day on Facebook, I was recommended these groups

Okay, good night guys.

This is a new fanfic I'm writing, and with the help and motivation my sister is giving me, hopefully I could finish it.

This was inspired by her and the "Russian Mythology" tag from AO3. I don't know how I ended up here, but yeah, here we are.

Hope you all enjoy reading this, because I think I was trying too hard to sound cool and professional.

Just Like Cupid and Psyche

(Ships included: Heavy/Medic, Spy/Scout's Ma, Demo/Soldier/Zhanna, Scout/Ms. Pauling)

[Or course, these ships will be featured in later chapters]

"If you saw me, perhaps you would fear me, perhaps adore me, but all I ask of you is to love me. I would rather you would love me as an equal than adore me as a god."

Chapter 1:

This famous quote is known by many, and even if one doesn't know it, they could also guess. This famous quote came from Cupid, the god of love. Despite this, however, he himself is not immune to the powers of love and his own arrows. Many know how this story goes: A goddess who was jealous of a mortal woman's beauty sent out her son to embarrass her. Stricken by the woman's beauty, he succumbed to his own love arrows. Their love was so strong that it carried them through impossible challenges and denial. They came together in the end, forever in love.

Now, we're going to focus on the quote shown. To Cupid and Psyche, they were a god and a human, respectively. But what about mythological creatures and humans instead of gods and humans? Not common, but not uncommon either.

Some would love to have a romantic partner who is not of the same species. It's sort of a way of flaunting; showing off your unique partner to provoke envy, admiration, or fear, perhaps. Of course, not everyone would do the same thing. Some like to keep the relationship a secret. We don't blame them; everyone has their preferences.

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It was like any other normal day. Obviously, one doesn't need to list out the activities they do in a day throughout their life. All the days in everyone's life start out with them getting up, brushing their teeth then their hair, and then accidentally slipping down the stairs because they slipped on a discarded paper on the ground. Wait, not many people get into that problem. Not for Jeremy, he gets into that a lot because of his untidiness.

He landed near the foot of the staircase. His back pressed painfully against the stair steps, arms propped on both sides and head titled back. The attempt to stop himself from falling any further down the stairs backfired on him. Ouch, he'll probably get more bruises now.

It is not uncommon for the youngest brother of the family to get into such troubles. While he hasn't yet gotten to his job, all his other brothers have probably already left at an early hour. He goes to the kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast. Toast and eggs with a side of bacon surely will do. He sits down at the table and munches on his food.

"Good morning, sweetheart," said a woman's voice coming into the kitchen. She had on light makeup and her hair in an 80s style. She smiled brightly at Jeremy as she walked over to the counter to prepare her own breakfast. A small stack of pancakes with syrup and blueberries was then placed beside him, and the woman sat next to him.

"Hey ma, how did you sleep?" Jeremy asked fondly, watching as his mother gracefully ate her breakfast. His mother nodded, not wanting to talk while food was in her mouth. Really, that would be gross.

"I slept alright, darling. Better hurry with that plate of yours, you don't want to be late for work now." His mother said, pinching her son's cheek in a teasing, motherly way. Jeremy chuckled, but did as he was advised. He finished his breakfast and said goodbye to his mother before heading to work.

His chosen transportation is a red bike that sat proudly in the garage. Unlike his other brothers, Jeremy prefers riding on a motorbike, perhaps because it gives him a sense of freedom and independence. He puts on his helmet - safety first - and climbs on, inserting and twisting the key. The engine begins purring as it comes to life and Jeremy speeds out onto the open streets.

The place he worked at was a diner a few minutes away from his house. Because of his almost inexperienced life, he had no other choice than to choose the one job that would at least provide enough money to keep one person alive. Upon arriving at the diner, he parked his bike and casually entered the diner. The bell above the door chimed as he did so. He never really liked the damn thing.

Inside the diner wasn't so busy, but it wasn't devoid of customers either. He started working almost immediately, taking orders and bringing out drinks and food to the customers. The diner wasn't big, fancy, or anything special, but it still got regulars daily. In fact, Jeremy was good friends with one or two of the regulars there, and he knew that they were coming.

Waiting around when he had nothing to do, he glances at the clock ever so often to time his greeting perfectly. Then, at the perfect moment, Jeremy went to open the door as soon as two customers approached. One was a tall, slim lady with black hair and mint green eyes. She wore black glasses that hung on her nose bridge, along with a matching purple dress and heels. Walking beside her was a stout man. On his head he wore a hardhat, a pair of black-tinted goggles so his eyes are almost invisible, with black overalls and a red shirt.

"Hey Ms. Pauling, hey Dell!" Jeremy greeted his friends with joy and energy. They sat in the furthest corner booth of the diner and, without looking at the menu, ordered their usual meal. Jeremy didn't need to listen to half of the ramblings of theirs to note down their meals. He sped off to the kitchen to give the note, then back to the front to make them both steaming hot cups of coffee.

These two workaholics come here only on Thursdays, and when they first came, Jeremy had already taken an interest in the young lady. He wouldn't say it, but as soon as he saw her, he changed his mind completely about nerdy-looking girls. He had tried to flirt with her on multiple occasions, almost all of his attempts fell on deaf ears. Dell noticed though, but he couldn't help, or didn't want to.

"So, what's new?" Jeremy sat down beside Dell, putting his face into his hand as it propped itself on the white, plastic table. His break doesn't last long; he could be doing anything during those short minutes, but he'd rather hang around his friends.

Dell swallowed a large gulp of coffee and set the cup down with a 'thunk' sound. "Ah, nothing much, just the usual," Dell replied neutrally, a small smile plastered on his face.

Ms. Pauling didn't look exactly into the conversation, considering how she looked up with confusion. Jeremy hated when they told him "the usual" when it came to the topic of work. Nothing new ever came up, and even if there was, it was always kept secret.

Jeremy got tired of pestering Dell to tell him something else about his work, and even attempted to ask Ms. Pauling, which obviously did not work out. Looking for a change of topic, Jeremy played with the notepad that sat in his breast pocket, occasionally clicking the ballpoint pen a few times. He knew some of Dell and Ms. Pauling's friends, but never met them or even knew their names. He knows them through their occupation.

"So, how's the doc then? He still crazy like how you told me?" Jeremy asked in a joking manner, poking at Dell's bicep to get his attention. Of course, the engineer responded with a breathy laugh, almost like an exhale.

"He's doing alright, son. You don't have to worry about him," Dell said, ruffling Jeremy's hair. He chuckled and slapped at Dell's hand; the scene displayed was almost that of a father and son moment. He had always seen Dell as a father figure, more so than his own biological father. He was always away for work, had never been there for almost half of Jeremy's life. It was a sad thought, knowing you see a potential father in a friend but acknowledging the fact that your own father was still there.

Jeremy pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. He could always vent about that later. Right now, he needs to focus on getting information from Dell. He poked him again, using it as an excuse so the engineer would ask him about his intentions. Surely enough, it worked, and Dell looked a little bit more irritated.

"You never told me the guy's name," Jeremy started, his face in a pout. Soon, Dell's own expression calmed down as he leaned back and relaxed.

"His name's Ludwig, Jeremy. If you'd like, I could always introduce you two on the weekends," Del said finally after a pause, probably taken aback by Jeremy's question. The boy doesn't often care for people outside of his social circle unless he takes a liking to them, like Ms. Pauling and him.

Jeremy beamed at him, hitting his friend's shoulder lightly and playfully before getting back to work. He practically jumped out of his seat and sped to the counter, where three friends were hanging out and chatting. Ms. Pauling, after the conversation, finally looked up to meet Dell's eyes.

"Why did you have to tell him that? You know that guy is a little too unhinged for Jeremy to handle. Even he acknowledges that fact." Ms. Pauling said in a calm manner, almost scolding Dell for giving in to Jeremy's request.

Dell shrugged with a huff. Ms. Pauling did not ask any further.

End of chapter one, people! Anyways, I'm sure I'll be posting and updating more on this fanfic.

Life is good for now.

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Hello everyone, it's Jeriko.

So, as you know, I'm the mod of @ask-biddy and @firebombing-freak . Recently I'm not so active there, but feel free to send in asks still, I just won't be looking at them much.

Well, thank you for reading this. I won't post this on the 2 rp blogs, so I hope the people following those 2 accounts will read this. Thank you again.

(I'm trying to focus on writing my fanfic, working on a side project and worry about going back to school bc summer is abt to end 😭😓😔)

I think I need new glasses.

You're telling me, that that cake... IS A DIGITAL ART?!!!! I WAS ABOUT TO EAT MY FREAKING PHONE!!!

On my summer grind

Reblogs appreciated <3

[This is a digital painting, not a photo]

So, I went on Twitter/X today and found that the 7th comic for TF2 is confirmed! I am very normal about this.