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Decisions decisions.

Its been two weeks and I physically can’t decide on who to write next for the project, I’m also in therapy now and while you would think that would be the best time for me to write, I’m having a hard time while I gear up to do stuff I don’t want to do. I love you guys. Lmk who we should write next!

Silly Game Time: WEIRD RACES! MAY EDITION! Carly Rae Jepson, writer of the song "Call Me, Maybe". She must sing the song the whole time she runs, but otherwise has no other impediments on her movement. VS An average guy wearing a full "French maid" costume for the first time including cute pumps with a bit of a heel. (And he's surprised to discover he doesn't hate it.)

Which will be the first to cross the finish line 250 yards (basically 250 meters) away? You have $5 to wager on the winner (no split wagers). Place your bet!

Tbh if I’m going to wager, I think Carly Rae tbh because she has stamina in her vocal cords. I’m gonna say that just because she’s probably done concerts or at least sang other songs after her most famous. Which means she should have the lung capacity to do it. Regardless she will probably make it. You also didn’t specify if she had to do it at the top of her lungs. This guy is gonna break his damned ankles ‘fore he ever starts.

illuminati5221

Hi there! So this is my original work Threads of the Unseen

In a world full of magical creatures and beings, where people use magic in everyday life, lived a girl name Emilia. Unlike the others, Emili

It basically takes place in a magical world, and the MC comes from a rare family of non-magics. And one day a mysterious group of bandits attack their home and kidnaps Emilia's entire family, except for her. While Emilia is rescued by a mysterious organisation that calls themselves the 'sanctuary' and the plot of the story is to find Emilia's family

...but it's not so simple.

Turns out Emilia, and everyone else in this story, may not truly be who they seem to be and they will all discover things about themselves them previously did not know of

himbolvr1

I’m gonna read this later when I’m not so tired BUT it sounds like a great read!!!!

We All Fall Down, Pyro!

Wears a mask. It’s not fully covering, but that’s okay. The mask looks like one of those drama class masks. You’re not entirely sure why they wear it-but you would be on your deathbed should you ask.

They wear a cloak with the hood up. You realize that it’s strange for them to wear such, given the fact that the terrain has only been barren. You didn’t see any trees on your way in. No grass. The land has been scorched beyond repair. You didn’t think it was that cold. Or maybe it was that they were hiding something.

They had only one singular butler. One person of help. The man stands tall, lanky. You don’t know the Crown’s name. Only that they muffle and clap happily. They seem..Happy? Constantly happy. You haven’t seen anything like the others from them-and it unnerves you more.

Sometimes, you swear you can feel their gaze on you. Like it’s not all rainbows down there in that brain. Similarly to there only being one person, there are no people in the realm. None. You have no idea where they may have gone-or what happened to them, but you’re sure you don’t want to know.

Their story is unknown as much as they are. Their butler tells you nothing. Only that a flame sets in his eyes, and you swear he’s planning to assassinate you. You have a few theories. They had something in that brain, like a worm-or a voice. Something that took hold of them at any point of time. And it whispered things to them. Things that swore life would never be the same. That life would bend or it would burn. That is the most simplest of your theories. But as with everything, there is always a deeper meaning. There are houses, but they’re in ruins, if they even stand at all. You could see twenty miles out, you bet. Or perhaps they were always like this. Some kind of crazed idiot who loved the flame too much to see what harm it would do-maybe they didn’t even care. Maybe even, they don’t know. They don’t know that they’ve caused so much harm-and you’re not sure you’d want to be the one to break it to them. Maybe in a lifetime or a past they were aware of their surroundings. They do not seem like that now.

You can’t understand them. And furthermore, you don’t take orders from The Crown themselves. You don’t handle their tea, clothing or anything to do with them-but you can swear they are watching you always. Anywhere in the palace, you swear they are watching you. Their butler translates for them, even the other royals will refuse to translate for them. They all know something-or maybe even fear-the butler.

The palace is the most decorated out of the nine. It’s pretty in color. Pastels and purples. All like paint just threw up in here. Tea cups for women, things feminine and lovely. The place itself makes you feel safe. Not the people in it.

You’ve tried to ask the other royals about how whoever they are became Crown. They won’t tell you. You’re convinced most of them don’t know.

They’re friendly. Very friendly in fact. They treat you more as an equal rather than anything-since well, you kind of have to be an equal. They won’t let you be anything else. You’re always drinking tea with them, or perusing the “gardens”. As if there miles and miles of flowers. All you see is soot and ash. Burnt up trees where apples may have used to grow-but no longer does the song of life sing. She’s been killed, burnt to a crisp. Even death is gone. As if the wreckage of whatever terrain still stands is too much for them to bear. As if the idea of it, the reality of it was too much to handle, so he abandoned it. He abandoned his job. You feel nothing but void. You wonder if that’s all they feel, too.

Start transmission: Sorry for the long wait for the post, I had three different drafts for this and none of them fit the kind of thing I liked. I have more about pyro but it’s going to be in the actual story! Thank you for waiting so long, crew! I’m hoping to keep a consistent writing schedule now that everything seems to be more normal. Love yall! End transmission.

#tf2 fanfiction #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 pyro

himbolvr1

We All Fall Down,

Engineer!!

Probably the fairest ruler in all of the nine realms, minus Mikhail.

Ended up inheriting the throne-not by blood-but by the idea that he was a good man. See, Dell was born to parents not exactly poor (at least they liked to pretend they weren’t) and gave Dell the power of fixing things. And it wasn’t just items-inanimate objects he could fix, he could fix people. While working with others, playing with others-he found that kids talked and he listened. They always felt better afterwards. Adults would talk to him, talk down even-and they always had more respect for Dell than previously known or believed. Sometimes they’d even admit it. As Dell grew older, he found himself commenting (with the utmost respect) on a carriage that had been holding the princess at the time-that it looked like it was made by someone dead. The princess of course was outraged- and Dell spent his first night in a jail cell. Whilst there-the king himself visited Dell, a man so big and powerful, that had red hair that looked like real fire contained in strands of DNA. Maybe it did. The king asked him questions about the carriage. Why he said that. What made him dishonor his craftsmen? His daughter? And Dell told the king plainly. “With all due respect your highness I do believe that there Axel is uneven. And if it ain’t uneven ya can slap my ass and call me sally.” The crudeness of Dell’s language should have enraged the king, it made him laugh, instead. Dell wasn’t scared of his opinion being known. The king tested the Axel, and sure enough- it was uneven. It was faulty as well. Rotting wood that couldn’t be heard over the clopping of horses’ hooves, or the wheels turning on ground and cobblestone. Dell was let go, and made trainee for the royal construction wing. He was damned good at his job, climbing the ranks, eventually being the overseer and one of the king’s many good friends. Eventually, his daughter was 24 and old enough to marry. The king asked, of course. Adamant that if anyone could tame his bratty daughter, it would be Dell. Dell refused. Said he didn’t need more pain in the asses than he already figured he had-and he hadn’t even checked. The king’s daughter was married off-as so was his son. The years passed by almost by the blink of an eye. The king was too old to rule, and he had already made it clear in the previous years he would not let his entitled children rule his kingdom. Instead, he turned to Dell. Dell had lost his parents way back, maybe around the 5th or 7th year of being the overseer for the Royal Construction Wing, and was an only child. He and the king had grown close enough that Dell would think of him as the younger brother to the king. The king knew that Dell could keep his legacy running, and even run it better. He could fix the holes that the king could not, he could fill in the voids-build better, talk nicer. Understand more. These were all things the king wished he could have done himself, but knew that Dell could take care of.

Dell cried at the king’s funeral. Tears that he had shown only to his parents’ deaths. From then on he vowed that he would work harder than ever to have earned the right to be seated at the throne.

Dell knows all of his staff and employees’ names by heart. He knows who just had kids, who didn’t. He has dinner with some on a weekly basis. He’s a friend to his people, and most of all to the staff.

Executions aren’t rare, but often the trial happens, and the body is never heard from again. Sometimes there isn’t even a body to stand trial and plead. There’s just not.

Dell has a very high standard when it comes to the people he dates, as mentioned before-he needs people who aren’t pain in the asses. He’s found that’s ninety-five percent of the people who want to bed or marry him, and marrying him mostly for status and money. Dell wasn’t raised like that. He’s had a few flings, but all with people he knew he could trust, and they were just that. Flings.

Dell is constantly a pent up man. He seems relaxed most of the time, he knows when to quit-but he’s pent up. Anger, excitement. It flows through him easy at times-and others, not so easy.

All of his banquets and dinners (even daily ones) are made of recipes that his mother used, had stored or planned on using. There are no others. It gives him a sense of belonging when he feels he has none.

He’s well groomed and clean, at least after he’s done working on carts, carriages or other contraptions of his making. He won’t usually go to bed dirty, it’s just not right. His mama would tan his hide if he didn’t wash up before and after dinner.

Sees everyone (maybe except for spy) as allies. He understands people can have different personalities, quirks and traits. Not everyone was raised like him and he knows this. So he gives everyone the utmost kindness he can muster. He likes being around pyro, scout and plays cards with sniper every now and then. The others are waves and hellos, rare meetings but nothing else. He has his allies, and god forbid he ever have to use them. You’d be in real trouble then.

Assassin’s basically don’t exist in Dell’s kingdom. It’s not that there aren’t any, but they can’t even make it to the palace. Something always guts them right before they can. Or, well. This month it’s gutting. Last month it was arrows.

And lastly, if one was to be chosen to be Dell’s ruler, he needs someone who can keep up with him. Who can fix him. He needs the love and care so desperately. He can fix his own rusty bolts a million times-but there’s a time where one needs to be seen from a different perspective. A much, much different perspective. The thing about appliances, is that everyone utilizes it a certain way, loving how it functions and what it does for them, enjoying the outer workings of it. Rarely does anyone ever look on the inside to see what lay beyond. He needs someone who’s not afraid to say something about it. Get to work on it. Try.

Alright! I think that was better than my last. Super duper sorry for the late posting! I had a family emergency and have been recovering from that as well as stressors from work. Thank you to everyone who keeps supporting me even when I feel like this is all I can give! I love you guys!