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Different Person
I’m a different person than who I was a year ago. I cry more often. I can’t focus. Life feels like it's falling apart. Hopefully, it gets better soon. My hair is now shorter, and I’m about 2 centimeters taller.
But really, not much has changed. I don’t feel like a different person-- at least, not outwardly. People treat me the same.
But I know something has shifted. It’s not a good difference, not a bad difference either. I’m just not the same person anymore.
I think I’ve had a few days where I have been accepting of myself this year.
I have more friends now. I don’t know if I can trust most of them but I think I might with time.
I think I have no emotional permanence. I could be falling apart and the next moment I’ll be the happiest person to exist. I feel like I numb my feelings on purpose.
I can’t believe this year is coming to an end already.
It’s a weird feeling, people describing you from some time ago and you can recollect what you felt as facts, not emotions.
I’m a different person than who I was a year ago. I don’t know how, But I am.
Link to part #1
Woodsman #2
“I stand here, a testament to your legacy, proof that you once existed”
-a common phrase amoungst historitors of the imperium.
The old tech adept strolled amoungst the complex, his great ruby cloak and mechadendrites trailing him, along with a full entourage of servo skulls and servitors. The gleaming metal of his armor and cybernetics obscured all that once made the man human, save but his right eye.
He strolled through the townships main road, remembrances of his childhood still everpresent. He could still feel the brisk chill of the wind, even if the mechanicum had all but rendered him mute to such things with augments. He could almost taste the sweet spring air, all be it with a faint tang of galvanized plasteel. This was one of the few things in life he truly loved, his dedication to The Omnissiah being the only thing to surpass it. Even if his childhood was not spent like that of a normal child (if such a thing even existed in this imperium) he still held fondness for those year long lost, they held a certain calling to him.
None of these memories clearer than those of Him. The Angel, The Saviour, his very reason for joining the Martian Mechanicum, The Woodsman. The memories were like that of a favorite song, he could recite them perfectly. We’re it not for his love of technology as a child and the most base need to learn more about he fiefdoms gaurdian, he very well may have been a remembrancer for the legions. But his lust for knowledge kept him planet bound, always searching, even seventy years later.
“Historitor?”
He turned his masked face toward the voice.
“It’s time to depart sir”
The gentle features she held would have roused him in his youth, but he was beyond such mortal desires.
“Is it? I thought I could have a short walk before we left” he answered with a soft plea, as if he were a child begging to stay with his friend for just a while longer.
“I’m sorry sir, the knights have said they won’t wait any longer” the sergeant held no malice toward the man, but she was irritated with his whims always getting in the way of his work.
A gentle sigh escaped the man’s vocalizer, “so be it” he answered with gentle gusto “To the Exploritor”
Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night, Or any subsequent pieces of fiction there in. This is purely a fictional work by an amateur Fanfiction Author.
Fate/Stay Night: Shattered Destinys
Chapter 0: History doesn’t repeat, it merely rhymes
Shirou’s eyes snapped open, his hand clutching at his heart, breath labored from the nightmare he had escaped.
He was there again, the hell that had ruined and changed him, a Crucible for the man he’d become. That was the norm, he’d never allow himself to forget that night, he didn’t deserve to be saved from it.
What most certainly wasn’t normal was the man shadowing him. Like a shadow cloaked in darkness, nothing distinguishing him from any other. The man stepped toward him, grasping his arm.
“Hey, that’s hell you're walking into”
The most memorable part of his dream. Made all the strangers by the fact it was the last thing he heard.
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“Mhmm damnit, 5 more minutes….”
The alarm didn’t take her advice to heart
Despite her best efforts, the alarm refused to cease its cacophony. It’s harsh ringing penetrating even the thickest blanket. Tohsaka rin was many things;
A first rate magus,
A genius in all but title,
And even a pretty good Bajiquan practitioner,
But never a morning person.
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“Kirei, how is it that a servant of god can justify atrocities against man?”
The king spoke jovially with his partner. In life, he would’ve probably preferred better than a fallen priest, but a contract was a contract, and no True king would ever renege on a promise
“I believe it was a great philosopher who once said…”
The dying child’s final breaths causing only a moment's pause in talk
“… that the only difference between Angels and Devils is often where one stands at the time”
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“You Vile Witch!”
She should have known this would be the outcome, even if he wasn’t a wretched excuse for a mage, no one likes their life being messed with by others.
“Caster, I order you by my command spell, Kill yourself!”
The red Stigmata shone bright as the mana was fully depleted. A smile grew across Atrum’s face, but soured when Medea’s did the same.
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“Sakura, we need to talk”
The hollow eyes of a girl who just wanted to be loved gazed into those of a man who wanted much the same.
“The war will begin soon, you’ll need to prepare for the summoning, grandfather says you should meet him in the cellar”
He visibly tensed whenever he spoke of Zouken, even if he never truly had been harmed by the Lich-patriarch of his family.
She began to disrobe, not like it wasn’t anything shinji hadn’t seen before, and it would be better for everyone if her good clothes weren’t ruined by the worms.
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Illiyasveil gazed onto the morning dew from on high, the windows of the Einzbern castle clear of morning frost.
“My Lady, we’ve found him”
Her smile twisted into a sickly grin, like a mad man who’d just escaped the asylum
“And what did the traitor name him? What did the bastard who killed mother call him?”
She spat the final words out, unladylike and Inpatient.
“His name is Shirou, Shirou Emiya”
And with that, her war had begun.
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Bazett Fraga Mcremitz, bearer of Fragaroich, Master Of Ireland’s child of light, A sealing designated magus of the association….
Complete fool.
Her servant stolen, her pride destroyed, her arm taken, her life…
“Those wounds are grievous”
It wasn’t Cú, it wasn’t that bastard kirei….
“arghh”
He lifted her up into his arms.
“Hold on, your not dying tonight”
She’d never been the religious type, but thanking god is appropriate when you’ve been saved by an angel.
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“I’m running out of patience, and time”
The old lich played with the catalyst, a white ceramic mask, stained with dried blood on both sides.
“Heheh”
The cellar door creaked open, the clack of shoes on cobblestone unmistakable. She was rather quick to come, perhaps in her own twisted way, she was beginning to enjoy these sessions.
Even if she failed him like the others, he’d have his backup.
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Soichiro Kuzuki.
He’d have to keep repeating it to himself or he could ruin his persona. A simple man, teach students, care for the shrine, shepherd Issei. Was it the ideal retirement, no, But it was better than a shallow grave.
The wet soil underfoot squelched with every foot step, his path deviated every night, learning the land, knowing paths, finding places to hide if need be.
And on this night, finding a stranger. Bloody and beaten, she’d probably be dead within the hour, several severe external wounds and more than likely more internal injuries.
Leave her, she’s already gone
Complications get you killed
Yes, she’s more trouble than she’s worth.
But then again….
All people are opportunities waiting to happen
Maybe I’m going soft
He let out an inaudible sigh
“Those Wounds are grievous”
She spat blood onto his suit
He’d made up his mind
“Hold on, your not dying tonight”
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He was Furious, she’s not even blood and he chose her. Who the hell was she to take away his chance at the grail. A filthy whore who won the generic lottery in all aspects.
“I’ll show her and grandfather I can, she’s nothing but a Usurper, a stand in. She’s nothing more than a catalyst”
He’d prove it, to them and all the rest. The Matou, no, The Makiri weren’t out of this race yet.
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Author's note.
I know this is a weird way of doing an intro chapter, but I’m still trying to get the hang of proper writing, I’m no Neoalfa or Coeur Al’Aran yet, so If I can’t out write them, I’ll at least make it interesting.
I wanted to do an intro of general characters who are going to be important, mostly excluding servants. I don’t know if I want to do an intro for servants, as they really shine when interacting with their respective masters and opponents.
As for the story going forward, as the title suggests, I’m trying to only use original source material (the OG visual novel and HAs visual novel along with the various anime and manga) but doing something along the lines of a “what if masters and servants flipped and a couple plot points caused a butterfly effect?” So while it’s going to in parts be treading over some of the same stuff, it’s going to be a bit different in a bunch of ways.
Feel free to suggest ideas or critic, I’d much rather hear hurtful criticism than disappoint people that care.
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Link to the full post here <3
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"Do you miss me?"
"No."
"You're lying."
"If you know the answer, why do you bother asking?"
"I don't know."
"You're lying."
"Because I want to hear you say it."
I want my name on your lips again. I want to hear your voice when it is dripping in desire and know it is for me. I want to hear your want. I want to hear you want me.
- re-writing the conversations we had
The last time I saw love was on my doorstep on a Sunday afternoon in winter. She looked pale and weak. Clutching a threadbare beige coat, arms hugged around her waist, already wilting daisies in hand. I could see a red stain blossoming behind the coarse material. I peak out the curtains, but leave the door closed. She catches a glimpse of me in the window and something like hope flickers in her iris.
I let the curtain fall, my heart in my throat, then in my palms. It’s beating irregular. Not quite steady but not quite moving to the symphony in used to when love arrived. Love lays a palm against the front door. She calls my name. Barely audible over the wind but how could I mistake her voice. Seeping through the entryway and into my skin.
My heart is still in my hands. I can hear love’s laboured breathing, just an arm’s length away. All I would have to do is turn the handle, a hopeful voice whispers. But I know this is a lie. Love is bleeding out on my door step. She is dying. I would have to do so much more to save her. Again. And I know that is why she is here. Because she cannot save herself. The greying supermarket flowers in her fingers are not just an offer, but a plea.
I want to say “Love, no,” or “Love, I can’t,” or “Love, I’m sorry,”. I want to open the door and take her inside and treat her wounds and ask her to hold me as she heals. But I can’t. I can’t. Not this time. So I say nothing. I rest my back again the door and exhale. Or try to. All that comes out is a mangled sob and I clasp a damp palm across my mouth. She calls again, softer this time, nostaliga leaking into her voice. The muscle in my palms jumps and my eyes prick, hot tears flooding my vision. I press my back against the door, needing something solid.
I have never held out this long. Always given in at the last minute, not ready to let her go. To let her die. Last time she had stopped breathing in the car and I waited a full minute before I jerked the car to a stop on the side of the highway and resuscitated her in the back seat. Begging her to come back. That I was sorry. That I could not live without her. She woke with a gasp and the promise of forever on her lips, as she always does. She has not been the same since then. She hasn't been the same for months, but especially since then.
A bang rattles the door frame and I bite down on the soft spot between my thumb and forefinger, my back sliding down the door frame. It's quiet now, as I sit on the floor in the entereway. I squeeze my eyes shut and let the tears come silently, cradling my heart against my chest. I hold my breathe for a moment when I think I hear something on the otherside of the door, but it is just loves wheezing breath. I begin counting the seconds between her each inhale and exhale, as they gradually grow father and father apart. My heart is warm throught the fabric of shirt and my head is heavy. Soon love’s breathing stalls and does not pick up again.
I count to ten and grit my teeth against the urge to toss my heart aside and pry open the door and breathe life into her. To yank her jacket open and shove my longing into her wound until the bleeding stops. To press assurances into the chest over and over until the spark returns to her eyes and she tells me everything is going to be okay. I’ve counted to twenty now and my back aches from this position on the ground but I dare not move. Not shatter this already delicate moment. Then I’ve counted to thirty, then sixty, then one hundred and twenty and then I loose track of the moments as my eyelids droop and rest tugs me under. I fall into a dreamless sleep with salt stained cheeks and my heart beating steady in my hands.
When I wake, it is dark. As I peel my eyes open I realize it is the street lights that are casting dancing patterns across the tiled floor through the blinds. The only other source of light is a glow emitting from the kitchen where I must have left the switch on. My throat is dry and my legs ache as I stretch them out. It takes a second for me to recall where I am and why. A sweet flicker of a moment before I realize the weight of my heart in my hands is like lead. But it is whole. I breathe deep, feeling the ether stretch my lungs, and let my eyes close for an instant. Atleast it is whole, I remind myself.
I shift my shoulders and adjust my poorly positioned neck that I know will hurt for days as I stand. I set my heart down by the door and glance out the curtains hesitantly. Even in the dark I can tell no one is there and I don’t know what I expected or what I feel. Disappointment and relief, panic and guilt, thread themselves between each other in knots in my stomach. I breathe deep again, hand finding the cool doorknob, gripping this understanding of the decision I have made.
The door creaks and the cold of the night washes over me all at once, my breath fogging in front of me. I let my gaze wander across the landscape of the lawn and small porch. There is nothing, no matter how hard I squint into the black, there is nothing. I swallow and glance down where the welcome mat lays at the foot of the front door. Something lays there and I lean down to see what it is. My fingers brush over brittle stems. The flowers are long withered, a few frosted fallen petals remain, but most must have been blow to the wind. I set the corpses of the plants back down and retreat behind the door again, the cold air still clinging to my bones.
I click the lock shut and rest my forehead against the white entryway. Everything aches and when I swallow it hurts but somehow I feel indescribably lighter. This time the weight on my chest is dense but not unbearable. Like in the aftermath of a disaster, when you’re standing in the midst of the wreckage, everything is awful and terrifying and you might want to fall to your knees and scream but at least the ground has stopped shifting. At least you know what you’re working with. You know the damage has been done and there will be no more anguish of breaking. Just the pain that comes with healing. And of course, it will hurt, but there is promise that it will eventually hurt less. And less. And maybe one day it won’t hurt at all anymore. Maybe.
I lift my head and turn on the lightswitch. Picking my heart up off the floor, I make my way to the bathroom, where I promise myself warmth awaits me. In the mirror I marvel at my rid rimmed eyes and chapped lips. My wild hair and bear shoulder where my shirt has slipped. I press my fingers against the glass and sigh. I swallow my heart and feel the wound settle inside me taking a moment to readjust to the weight. As I peel my clothes from body, I catch a glimpse of something move in the mirror and my heart skips a beat. But by the time my eyes focus, there is nothing there. My gaze flits around the room but there is nothing. I grip the counter and steady myself repeating this to myself. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. She is dead. There is nothing left of her. Except memory, a disloyal part of me whispers. Except ghost. Except ghost, I agree relecutently.
I undress and avoid letting my gaze snag in the mirror again. The water is turned on and before long steam fogs the glass anyways. Under the stream the cold melts from my muscles and some stiffness surrenders to the current. Here I sit with the knowledge that she is dead. That I let her die. I may not have been the one that dealt the killing blow but I let her bleed out on my doorstep. And she is gone. She may come back to haunt me occasionally, but I trust these instances will fade eventually with her memory. By trust I mean I hope. But I can not dwell on this. Cannot let the thought of her suffocate me. She is dead and I am not. I am alive. I let her die so I could live. And I will. I will.
- Love will haunt you long after she is dead
Whats this?
i like making stories and needed somewhere to write them down so
theres only one so far
they really don't know
ahhh ocs i haven't posted about,,, crazzyyy
feel free to ask about them, might post ab them more
Indentured Assassin!
Driven by nothing but money, formidable assassin Ari is hired to do the most dangerous job of his career: taking out the emperor's daughter. Taking the job without hesitation, Ari finds himself in an interesting predicament as the person who called the hit was the target herself.
Ari is brought down into a new world of deception, fighting, and a rebellion plot. Along with other skilled fighters, he must serve the daughter of the current emperor as she attempts to overtake her father's position.
Read Chapter 1 Here!
A Match Beyond Measure Pt 12
I don't know if I've said this before, but any and all feedback is appreciated, I'd love to be able to improve as a writer and hear what you think, any suggestions. Anyways, on with the story.
Cecilia was a little thrown off by the change of subjects, “Oh…. w-well a while. I guess”
“Did you take a class or somethin’?”
“N-not really, I used to work part-time at a bakery during high school if that counts.”
Garret sighed, “I don’t miss those days, that’s for sure.”
“You didn’t like high school?”
He let out a short laugh, “Hated it. Mine started way too early and I lived a decent ways away, so I’d have to wake up even earlier to even make it on time. I don’t think my teachers liked me all that much either. There was this one woman, Mrs. Dechaseray and I swear she had it out for me. Always got mad at me for forgetting the date and then would give me an F because of it.”
“That’s… harsh.”
“Yeah, I know. And then there was our gym teacher. God, he was awful. One time he called me up to stand in front of the entire class and used me as an example of why exercise is important.”
Cecilia’s eyes widened, her hand coming up to her mouth in shock, “That’s awful.”
“Felt like it. And yeah, maybe he had a point if I’m being honest but it still hurt.”
“What do you mean he had a point? That’s just horrible.”
Garret frowned, “Well, my old man would say similar things so I was kind of used to hearing it.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, “I’m sorry.”
“What are you saying sorry for? You didn’t say them. Plus, they really did have a good point.”
“Well, I think you look pretty good.”
He smiled down at her, “Think so?” she nodded. “Thanks, I’m glad to hear that. High school wasn’t all bad. My last two years, I took up woodshop which was pretty neat. This one time, I helped make this huge-”
A loud crunch along with the blare of a horn pierced through the air. Garret froze and looked down.
“Ah shit.”
Cecilia cautiously crawled and peered over the edge of his palm. All the color drained from her face as Garret lifted his foot to reveal the crushed remains of a red sports car. She began to tremble, it was nearly flat. Completely ruined and unrecoverable, like it had gotten caught under a steamroller. Was it empty? Oh god, had someone been in there?! She looked to Garret who was still staring down at the ground, cringing at the sight.
His eyes flicked over to Cecilia, “I uh-”
“What the fuck happened?!” both jumped at a voice screaming up from the ground. The two of them both looked back down to see a man dressed in a business suit running towards the remains, “My car! The fuck you do to my car?!”
Garret looked around aimlessly before addressing the raging man at his feet “I’m uh- I’m real sorry sir. I swear to you it was a-”
“You fucking son of a bitch! Do you know how much this cost me?! Do you?!”
“N-no but I-”
“Do you know who I am?!”
“I uh- no” he glanced over at Cecilia, “B-but I swear, I can pay you back for-”
“What is one of your kind even doing in these parts?! You lost or something dumbass?!”
“I-”
“It’s my fault sir!” Cecilia yelled, peering back over the edge nervously, “I-I was distracting him.”
The man’s head turned to look at Garret’s hand, spotting her head poking out from behind it, “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m-”
“Oh let me guess” the man sneered, “You’re one of those lazy bitches who thinks they’re too good for traffic or cars. Thinks they're saving the fucking planet by hiring some giant to carry their sorry ass wherever-”
“You shut your fucking mouth!” Cecilia’s hand flew up and clamped tightly over her ears which still rang from Garret’s thunderous yell.
The man below had backed away, his hands slowly lowering from his own ears, “Watch it asshole. Don’t you be talking to me like-”
“Don’t you be talking to her like that!”
Cecilia shook as she looked up at Garret’s face. His jaw clenched as his gaze hardened. For the first time since she’d met him, he looked mad, furious even. It sent a shiver down her spine, seeing someone like him in a mindset where people don’t think before they act. She began to look uneasily at her surroundings, at the fingers thick as tree trunks and taller than her entire being. What were those fingers capable of when the person attached to them was tested? What could the rest of the person be capable of?
She couldn’t stop a small whimper from escaping her. Garret’s eyes, now looking ice cold rather than just blue, flicked over to her and they immediately melted. His mouth dropped from a sneer to a contemplative frown as his eyes fixed on her.
“I-I think I should go,” she murmured, not wanting to spend any more time around these two arguing, “Would… would you… you know”
He nodded, “Oh, right.” Cecilia jumped slightly as Garret turned and began to slowly kneel down. He placed his hand flat upon the ground and she hopped down onto the pavement.
“T-thanks again, for lunch.”
“Yeah, I’ll… I’ll text you, once I'm done dealing with all of this” he nodded over at the flattened car.
Cecilia nodded as she turned and began to hurry away, the yelling of the man starting up again the moment she’d left.
Her home as a child used to have this very vibrant wallpaper in the living room. It was covered in all sorts of different kinds of butterflies, and Cecilia had very vivid memories of almost everyday after school staring up at them all to pass the time. Her mother would be close by, sitting at the kitchen table with the phone in her lap while she stared out the window looking out into the front yard.
There were hundreds of this day in her memory. At times, they all blended together. Some days she’d ask what was for dinner, often not getting a response. Other days she’d sit and do homework at the same table as her mother yet they exchanged no words. Sometimes she’d ask if she wanted to do something, bake, or go to the park, but her mother almost always said no.
A lot of the time, however, she’d be stuck doing exactly what her mother was doing, waiting.
It was either the phone or the door that broke the silence. Cecilia preferred it when it was the door. She’d lift her head off the couch to see her dad shuffling in, army duffle bag in tow. Her mother would finally move as she turned and smiled up at her husband who would lane down to kiss her, occasionally asking what their daughter was still doing up.
She would run to her father and wrap her arms around his waist. He’d pat her on the back and ruffle her hair. Sometimes they’d all sit down on the couch, and he would tell them stories. Stories from his travels. Stories about-
“Cece!”
“Huh?” Cecilia looked up and across from her where Maddie was seated.
“Are you even listening?”
“I… yes.”
She crossed her arms and raised a well-manicured brow, “Then what did I just say?”
“Um…” she looked over helplessly at Rebecca who was sitting right beside her with her iguana, Enoch draped over her shoulder.
She sighed, “Jennifer got the job.”
“Huh?”
“We don’t like Jennifer.”
“Why?”
Rebecca glanced over at Maddie, “Honestly, I don’t know.”
“Because she had the audacity to show up to the party after the whole thing with her and Kyle!”
Cecilia blinked, “Whose Kyle again?”
“Her ex” whispered Rebecca.
“Oh. wow, the audacity,” she replied flatly.
Maddie threw up her hands, “I know! And then she’s all like…”
Cecilia began to tune out once again as Maddie continued to rant. A part of her sort of enjoyed listening to her drama, even though half the time she had no idea what she was talking about. Today however, she just couldn’t seem to keep her mind from wandering.
It was no surprise to her that the day right after the whole cafe incident, Rebecca had called her and insisted they all get together. They did this quite often, usually all gathering at Rebecca’s place since it was the nicest and her friend was insistent that she couldn’t just leave Enoch for any longer than she already had when at work.
Often these little get-togethers were when they could talk outside the cafe. Away from the prying eyes and ears of anyone else.
“Here” Rebecca got up and held Enoch out to her, “I gotta go check on the pizza.”
She nodded as the iguana was thrusted into her arms and Rebecca hurried off to the kitchen. Cecilia sat frozen as the bright green lizard clawed its way up onto her shoulder. Enoch had always been friendly, but she was still always nervous that he would one day try to rip her ear off.
“So… what are we watching?” called Maddie over her shoulder.
“I was thinking Grease.”
She snorted with laughter, “Has it been too long since you’ve seen your darling John Travolta?”
“Shut up”
Maddie held up her hands, “Hey, I’m not complaining. I like tall, dark, and handsome bad boys too.” she smirked over at Cecilia, “And I think Cece does too if you know what I mean.”
Cecilia shrunk away, “W-what do you mean?”
Rebecca rounded on them “If you’re implying that guy Garret looks like John-”
“Oh come on! You can’t tell me you see it just a little bit” whined Maddie.
Cecilia felt herself trying to sink deeper and deeper into the couch. She knew it wouldn’t be long before one of them would bring… him up.
“So everybody with black hair looks that way to you?”
“Black hair and blue eyes,” she corrected.
Rebecca scoffed, “If anyone we know is an accurate comparison, It's Xander.”
Maddie rolled her eyes, “Yeah if Travolta forgot the gym existed.” Cecilia couldn’t help but giggle at that.
“You’re just jealous I’ve got myself a man like him” Rebecca stated matter-of-factly, “Anyways, pizza’s ready.” She stepped back into the living room, setting down the large pepperoni and mushroom pizza before turning around to grab them some plates and napkins.
Cecilia handed Enoch back to Rebecca as she sat down, his claws pricking tiny holes in her sweater. She grabbed a slice and began picking off the pieces of mushroom.
“Maddie” groaned Rebecca, “Can you please be an adult and use a plate?”
Maddie paused mid-bite, her slice gripped tightly in her hand, “What’s wrong? And what about Cece? What’s more childish than picking off the vegetables?”
She paused, glancing up at the two, “What? I don’t like vegetables.”
“Well, she’s still keeping everything on the plate where it doesn’t run the risk of getting sauce all over my couch.”
Maddie rolled her eyes as she snatched a plate off of the coffee table, “Since when are you a neat freak?”
“Can we start the movie now?” asked Cecilia.
Around two hours later, once the credits had begun to roll, Cecilia got up and started to clear their plates and napkins. Rebecca was currently preoccupied with cooing at Enoch and letting him eat bits off her slice.
Maddie eyed them with a slight air of concern, “Are you sure you should be feeding him that?”
Rebecca ignored her, continuing to snuggle up with her scaly pet.
Cecilia shook her head and smiled, “She’s fed him things like ice cream and donuts. I think he can handle a bit of cheese and marinara sauce.”
Her friend shrugged it off as she got up from her seat, “I brought a bottle of red with me if any of you want some.”
“I’ll have a glass” Rebecca got up and followed Maddie over to the kitchen, “You want any?”
“No thanks,” said Cecilia.
After her two friends had each poured themselves a glass, they plopped themselves back down on the couch.
“So…” started Rebecca, “Gone out with anybody recently Maddie?”
“No, can’t say I have” both of them kept not so secretly glancing over at Cecilia, “Everything going good with Xander?”
“Yup, going alright.”
They both turned to their friend who was very slowly turning a shade of pink. Oh boy.
“So… a giant,” said Maddie.
“Heh, yeah,” she mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.
“How has that been?”
“ Uh well, like I said… interesting.”
“I would imagine so.” Maddie leaned back, “You know, I’m honestly quite impressed.”
“Impressed?”
“Well, I’m just wondering what the hell you said or did to bag that guy.” Cecilia’s face went from slightly pink to beet red.
Rebecca nearly choked on her wine, “Maddie!”
“What?! It’s a reasonable question.”
“They barely have seen each other!”
“How would you know? What, you’ve been backseating all their dates without telling me?”
Cecilia covered her face with her hands and groaned, “It’s not official or anything like that, guys. Like I said, I don’t even know what it is.”
“Well, why don’t you tell us more?”
A smirk appeared on Maddie’s face, “tell me more, tell me more,“ she began to sing.
“Guys-”
Rebecca joined in “Tell me more, tell me more.” she scooted closer while Maddie got up and sat down on Cecilia’s other side, “tell me more, tell me more.”
She sighed, “Will you guys stop singing if I do?” They promptly stopped and nodded, leaning in closer, “What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” said Maddie.
“How has he been so far?” asked Rebecca.
She shrugged, “Well, like I said, nice. Very nice actually.”
“Uh-huh, and what do you mean by that? Because someone not being mean to you doesn’t count as being nice.”
“He’s just been… very nice.”
“Is he the reason for the broken glass bottles I found when I opened the day after your first date?” shot Maddie.
Cecilia’s cheeks flushed, “Uh yeah. Sorry, I forgot to clean those-”
“What was dinner like? What did he-”
“Quiet.” Rebecca scolded before turning back to Cecilia, “You’re being careful right? Is he being careful? Like, he hasn’t put you in any danger?”
“Rebecca, come on. There’s always an amount of danger when dealing with those skyscrapers.” continued Maddie, “And why-”
“Because, and I don’t mean to be judgemental, but he doesn’t seem… particularly… you know… experienced in taking precaution.”
Cecilia gulped, “He… he did say he hadn’t spent much time around humans” She looked down at her feet, “But… I think he’s trying. I still don’t know what to make of this.” she sighed, “And… and I feel bad th-that I’m still…”
“Afraid?”
she nodded.
Maddie tilted her head, “I mean, I haven’t known you as long as Rebecca has, but I’ve seen how you’ve reacted to giants in the past. Hell, remember when you nearly fainted when that group of teenagers started ruff housing in the parking lot? Sean had to coax you out from the back.” she waved her hand at her, “But just a little bit ago, I saw you voluntarily stepping into a giant’s hand. Sure you looked like you were going to faint at any second, but you still did it, and I’d say that’s pretty impressive for you.”
“And I think you have every reason to be afraid. Like Maddie said, there is always a sense of danger around giants. But even putting that aside, there’s still the fact that we have no idea what his motive is.”
Cecilia cocked her head, “Motive?”
“Yeah, like why the hell would a giant want to be with a human in the first place.”
Rebecca patted Cecilia on the shoulder, “It’s not that we think someone wouldn't want to date you. I just feel it’s a bit… odd.” That's the understatement of the century, “And again, this is nothing against you, but I just find it hard seeing a giant finding a human attractive.”
Her eyes fell back to the floor. That had been something that had been in the back of her mind as well. Lately, whenever she passed by a mirror or saw her reflection, it always just made her more confused. She wasn’t hideous, but in no way was she pretty enough for someone like Garret to want to be around her rather than with… someone more like him.
A loud ding filled the room. Rebecca pulled out her phone and groaned, “Damn it Xander.” her face was illuminated as she opened her phone and began to type.
“What is it?” asked Maddie.
“Oh nothing. Xander says he’s just feeling sad and wants me to send him a pic or something.”
Maddie glanced over at Cecilia, rolling her eyes. Both of them knew by now what Xander meant when he said ‘pic’, “Well, tell him that you’re busy.”
“I just did.” Rebecca set her phone down and turned her attention right back onto Cecilia, “So… I know you said you’re still not sure what to make of this, but has Garret said what he makes of it?”
She shrugged, “I mean… when he asked me to join him to grab lunch, he called it a date.”
“And that night,” said Maddie, “Did he see that has a date as well?”
“I-I guess so.”
“Did you see it as a date?”
She froze, her cheeks heating up, “I uh… maybe not in the moment, but looking back, I think so.”
“How the hell would that even work?” Maddie chuckled, “I mean, it’s not like he can score any sex out of-”
“Maddie!” yelped Rebecca. Cecilia went beet red, going to hide her face in her hands.
“What?”
“I don’t think that’s an appropriate thing to bring up right now.”
“Oh come on, you had to be thinking about it too, right Cece?”
“Not necessarily no” she mumbled.
“Well, I certainly would if I was in your place. You’re wondering what his motive is, and that’s been the motive of most of the douchebags I’ve gone out with. I’m just helping eliminate possibilities.”
Cecilia groaned, I wish Sean were here right now, why did Jaffery have to change their date night to the day before? “Can we please stop talking about this and go on to you guys asking more normal questions?”
“This isn’t a normal situation.”
“Can we at least pretend it is?!”
The room fell silent. Cecilia’s hands fell away from her face. Maddie and Rebecca both were staring at her, perplexed.
“Please?” she murmured.
This whole thing, everything since that night at the cafe, had left her mind reeling. She didn’t even want to begin laying out everything in her mind, it was too much. Too many questions without answers. Too many new and unexpected experiences. She just wasn’t ready to sit down and analyze it all, especially with an audience.
She jumped when she felt an arm wrap around her. Rebecca patted her shoulder, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to… to get up all in your business.” she whipped her head around to look at Maddie.
“Yeah, sorry I guess. This is just so-”
“This all must be a lot for you, and if talking about it doesn’t help, then we won’t.”
Cecilia looked her friend in the eye, and smiled, “Thank you.”
Rebecca gave her shoulders a squeeze, “But we are still curious. Can we still hear about your first date or whatever it was? Like when Sean told us about meeting Jaffery?”
She let out a short chuckle, “Yeah, I guess.”
Maddie leaned in closer, “Oh yes, tell us everything!” Rebecca shot her a look. She groaned, “Or whatever you feel like sharing I guess.”
Quick shout out to @ipilokko whose when helping me brainstorm ideas and as a whole helping me by being that second oppinion. You should totally go check out her comic, the artwork is quite impressive!
Blog Update
alright. I'm stuck, so I'm going to ask you all for some ideas. Should I do a fanfic or something more original? Choose is up to you.
Me: Alexa play Little Wolf by Jorge.
Alexa: Playing The Underworld Saga
Me: *Visual Confusion* ???????
Couple’s Therapy -
Author: afuckingbitch
Summary: Love story, Therapy for couples go universal to see if their relationships are worth saving.
Warning: Foul language and Violence ahead, don’t like it, keep it fucking moving then.
(Pictures and GIFS are not affiliated with the story, only used for representation purposes)
Prologue
Working on the next chapter for "Forbidden or Forgotten" but my health hasn't been great. I'm planning to publish it on Wattpad and Archive soon, it's definitely a very challenging but fun chapter for me to write. Really pushing myself with this one. And I really hope y'all will enjoy it. Anyway, in the mean time take this doodle I scetched-
Drew these a while back, some sketches of Penelope, Seth, Asher, and Coulson (Orginal characters from my current WIP, my Sci-Fi book).
I have grown alot in drawning since then so I might redraw these or put them into my computer to draw inspired digital art. Hope you enjoy!
Her skin flashes as white as the snow beyond the ship. She stumbles back, a gasp puffed out of her purple lips.
"Krista!!! Krista!!!"
You...I see you. Suspended, surrounded, protected...for now. You call me. You need me. I can't loose you again. Not again!
"Krista! Snap out of it!-" A open palm slaps her face, followed by scolding reprimands, Jazzmine again rebuked for her more physical approach to problem solving.
As Whiskers held back the aggressive pre-medic, the ship's dutiful head medic, Elongador, rushed up to Krista.
Kneeling before her, she takes the girl's hands in her grasp. They were so cold. Fingers made of ice.
"Krista? Krista, you okay, what's wrong?"
Mumbles, that's all the girl spoke, rated, rating mumbles in a mad flurry.
"What's wrong with her?"
"That's a long list Gramps, were do you want me to start-"
"-Jazzmine, if you talk again, I will rip off you lips and feed them to you in a sushi roll, now, Elon, what's wrong with her?"
"I don't know-" Still clasping Krista's hand, she looks to Whiskers, "Go get my med bag and grab a blanket too, she's shiv-"
"Guys-" Her eyes inflated, her words in her already extremely soft voice now so soft almost inaudible, Krista had all their attention. They had never seen her so...so terrified. Incredibly terrified.
"-we shouldn't have come here."
Krista is from a unknown slash home planet. After she joins the Space Bunnies crew, she finds a band of friends to help her gain a footing of her identity and direction. But that comes crumbling as her past starts poking wholes in her now beautiful life. And the secrets hidden in her mind destroys her grasp on reality. Who was she? Who is she? Who will she be?
Krista is a orginal character from my current Sci-Fi book. This is one of my favorite characters, I very much enjoyed writing her, especially because her effects on the establish group dynamic. Super fun, hope you enjoy!!☺️
THE SPACE BUNNIES
Dispatch Galaxy Eyes...uhm...I mean Dispatch 32, consisting of:
The top of the medical corp, Elongador Swinsogie.
High ranking general and worlds-feared fighter, Comandor Whiskers.
First year med student, Jazzmine Smith.
First year combat specialist, Carion Unknown.
And first year technical support and communications specialist, Hamerari Kenji.
They, a random group of talented...well mostly talented...Warriors are sent on their first odyssey! Together they face their past, present, and future, fighting for each other and striving to bring peace to neighboring planets. To explore the unknown and give God the glory through the preservation of his creation, protection of the weak, and opening unity in the many different people groups. But only by fighting their inner demons can they truly success in their mission and earn the title of, "Space Bunny"!!
Possible Story Idea????
So I had a really cool idea for a story were like 4 teenagers who are all friends get jobs at McDonalds and one day they are all left to clean up and they find a dead body in one of the bathroom cubicles.
So obviously they call the cops cause their a bunch of 18 year olds who found a dead man. So the cops show up and take their statements and then let them go home. According to the cops this is just a basic suicide.
Although one of the friends is a lot more shaken up then the other. At first the others don’t think anything of it cause that person is the ‘scaredy-cat’ friend.
Two of the friends share a flat beside their collage, and the other two are in the student dorms but they don’t share a room. But since they just found a dead fucking body in their place of work they all go back to the flat and sleep over their instead.
And the friend who was really shaken up reveals that they knew the person who had ‘committed suicide.’ They were friends back in high school, like best friends they did everything together. Until halfway though the second last year until graduation he randomly goes missing, presumed dead.
And then they like burst into tears cause now they have to mourn them all over again. And they get sympathy from everyone else, they all go to bed and in the morning they all attend their own classes.
Everyone is just trying to forget about it and move on. But the person who knew the guy is trying to figure out where his friend went in the years that he had been missing and why he had decided to kill himself now. When the others find out they try to prevent them from doing this as it is exhausting them and they aren’t looking after themselves anymore.
Next thing that friend is being arrested for dead bathroom guys murder and everyone else has to try and prove his innocence.
Please don’t reblog this is an original idea.
Also some feedback would be cool really wanna know if people would read this if i wrote it.
