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hello and welcome to STORIESWROUGHT, an independent, highly selective and mutually exclusive iconless writing blog featuring canon and original muses from various fandoms, written by a 21+ years old gamer girl and nature enthusiast whose handle on tumblr is star. below you can find all useful links that will direct you towards the rules, the muses featured on here, as well as an interest tracker and a starter call masterlist! reading the rules is highly encouraged before following or any interaction. thank you for checking out the blog and i hope you’ll enjoy your stay!

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truth to be told, he felt like an asshole. while ethan thought that time away from juliet would help him get his head around everything she told him about her past ------- namely the truth ------- he still loved her. she loved him. she poured all of her heart out to him, came clean, and yes, while it left him wondering whether or not she still had secrets in store, hiding them away from him. but it was juliet, his jules, the one that he envisioned himself to settle down with eventually, when she was ready. they even talked about kids, but he just up and screwed up big time with her, simply having to point out that he was called to join doctors without borders in kenya for at least six months, which he thought was a good time spent away from each other to see if their love had been as strong as they both thought.

it left juliet hurting, it left ethan hurting even more so, and for once, for once in his life, he decided to be selfish. for once, he would choose himself and the one he loved over everybody else, so he did what he thought was the best decision in that case: he told the organization that he wouldn't be able to come to kenya with them. they were disappointed, though ethan did point them towards other surgeons that were just as good as he was, and who were probably very eager to fly out there and help. he, however, had amends to make, and apologize.

he allowed himself a few days of not talking to juliet, setting himself that boundary that he didn't want to overstep. it allowed him to process it all more, try and understand juliet's side of the story. he did, he understood why she was hesitant, why it was such a big deal to hide such past from him, and he did react way too harshly to it.

and so, with his mind set, ethan made two stops before he arrived at the nest, one by the florist shop and one by a gift store. he even called thomas specifically to let him in and even help him bring part of what he brought for juliet, without her knowing. the large teddy bear he bought, almost as tall as he was, with a cute stuffed cushion with "I love you" embroidered into it, sat on the floor next to him, the head now reaching around his shoulders, and the large bouquet, so large that it hid his face completely and made out of juliet's favourite flowers, was in his hands. thomas was kind enough to get juliet while ethan waited, feeling cramps in his stomach at the same time. it could really go two ways, either she accepted his apology and they worked it out, or he'd be kicked out of the nest promptly, the flowers and bear probably following.

the all too familiar sound of footsteps was enough for him to know that she was there.

❝ i... came to apologize. ❞ no hi, nor anything else, just straight to the point. he had it all figured out in his head and wanted it out before messing up. ❝ i'm sorry for being as insensitive as i was the other night. i should have been more considerate and be more open minded. i did need a bit of time to think about it and process it, because it's big news. but i shouldn't have reacted the way i did when you came over that night and i shouldn't have said that i need six months away from you to think about it. i don't. i thought about it a lot the past few days and i still feel the same  about you, jules. ❞ as much as he could, he lowered the bouquet down, just enough so his eyes peaked from behind it. ❝ i love you, jules. and i'm sorry for being a dick. i canceled doctors without borders. i don't want to go and leave our relationship standing like that. i... i want to work it out. ❞ if it could still be worked out.

@jxhiggins     /     ethan shah

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Noelani reached for one of the fluffy blankets and draped it over herself as soon as she got down to the common area again. She was in a place she hadn’t expected to find herself in, but she had jumped at the chance she was given. She was at a week-long special conference for trauma medicine and surgery, triage and crisis management, to refresh her knowledge in order to be able to help at crime scenes directly, should it be needed, or, well assist in case of emergencies. Oahu and the other islands were vulnerable to their fair share of natural disasters after all where it might be essential to activate even MEs in order to meet the demand of injured. Plus Five-0 had the stupid habit to only call for a doctor when absolutely necessary. 

The governor had kindly put the doctors up in a large lodge up the mountains from Anchorage, Alaska, hoping they would be able to relax and enjoy their stay on top of learning more. 

She just wanted to open her book when she noticed someone else in the room, probably drawn in by the promise of blankets and a large fire. With how thick the snow outside was, this was one of the few actual warm rooms in the lodge. She very much knew that face.

“Dr. Shah!” she said delighted to see the attractive colleague. She shuffled so he had room on the couch with her, if he wanted that.

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it had been quite some time since ethan last experienced proper cold, with snow and a rather idyllic sight looming just outside the windows of the lodge the doctors and MEs of hawaii were placed in, courtesy of the governor. the week long conference about trauma medicine and surgery and everything else that came with it was truly more of a refresher of knowledge, though ethan got intrigued by a few panels that offered presentation and later on discussion about experimental and high risk surgeries, thus he planned on attending them, to sate his curiosity and learn something new, because one never knew when such knowledge would come in handy. things were ever-changing, in medicine especially, and perhaps it would save somebody's life in the long run.

going through brochures about the panels, he walked into the large, spacious common area with a fireplace that was, and he was sure of it, lit 24/7, illuminating the nearby sofas and love seats with very inviting, warm tones, as well as it's warmth, and the provided blankets there were all the more so. what could be better than just disappear under a heavy blanket in front of the warm fireplace and read through the info-brochures? company. company always made things better, and ethan, it seemed, found just the right company.

❝ dr. cunha! ❞ he gave her a bright smile, moving to the couch and sitting down next to her. ❝ it's so good to see you. we barely had a chance to talk during the conference today. i hope the snow and cold aren't too much to handle? ❞

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jxhiggins​:

In many ways Juliet was instantly fascinated by Ethan sweeping in like that. He was so calm and collected and yet she could feel a little bit of tension in him, whenever he looked at her, like he was itching to take care of her himself, which would be perfectly in character for him. He was just that kind of man to want to take care of you, he loved his job, thrived in his job, he wanted to take care of people, it would be perfectly natural for him to want to take over. Protocol said he couldn’t, for good reasons. Juliet suspected that was hwere the tenstion came from: Him wanting to do something and not being allowed to.Once she sat again, she continued leaning into him, hoping to distract herself from the pain the extraction of the shards would cause her. They couldn’t give her painkillers yet, she was no idiot. They needed her to be lucid enough to tell them what other places hurt, while she was this lucid. She had Ethan by her side now, she could do this much easier. She clung to him, fingers tightening whenever the paramedics - Akamu and Kala - pulled a shard out. They were quick and smooth, they clearly knew what they were doing, just as Ethan said. Before he had arrived they even tried striking up a conversation to distract her, now they seemed confident in Ethan’s presence doing enough. They were good at reading the room, she gave them that. They were really, really good.

Ethan meanwhile seemed quite invested in doing whatever he could to ensure he was involved without actually breaking the protocol, happily entering a little bit of a grey area for her. She looked up at him, feeling warmer, safer than before. He had everything under control here. He knew what to do. Except he had to know she couldn’t just stay at the hospital. She had to find her boys. She pushed up a little.

“Ethan, I have to find the boys. I have to…” she instantly felt dizzy again from the movement, which was not a good sign, she knew. Everything in her body screamed from pain. Tears from pain shot to her eyes and she could hardly hold them back. Juliet buried her head in Ethan’s side again, just to hide them. Part of them were now in defeat, because she knew, no matter what she said, she could not help find her boys. She was too injured. She shouldn’t hold onto that kind of hope.

“Actually,” she heard a familiar voice, raspy, as he approached the pair. The returned leader of Five-0 stood close by, after having placed a hand on Gordon’s shoulder and coruching down to their level. “Doctor Shah, I have to ask you to break protocol with this. These guys got the jump on four highly trained ex-service members, they are as dangerous as it gets. King’s Medical is a nightmare to secure on a good day. With whoever that was out there and as dangerous as we have reason to assume they are, we would have to use extensive resources to secure the place just to keep Juliet safe. Your place would be significantly easier to secure and require less man-power. We need every man we can get to help us find Lieutenant Magnum,  Sergeant Wright and Major Calvin.”

It made sense…. King’s medical was huge, with a lot of entrances, which helped with daily procedures, but not to keep one specific patient safe. She guessed the only reason why McGarrett so confidently asked Ethan to break protocol and take her home instantly, was because he was a doctor and could provide the medicinal care himself, if needed. His house was also really a lot easier to secure. She really had to give up her attempt to be part of the resuce of her friends. Steve was right, to get the jump on all four of them, and the dogs, they needed to be highly trained themself. If she came along, she would instantly become a liability. She sighed.

“I think Steven is right, Ethan… I…hate to admit it, but I am…in no shape to defend myself… and they do need all hands on deck…I’m…okay with that.” As in she would behave and not try to get out there and help. She just hoped Ethan saw it as Steve did and as she did. 

❝ jules... jules! ❞ ethan lightly reprimanded her as she once more stubbornly got up, ready to do whatever it took to find her boys. he took a hold of her, carefully navigating her to sit back down once more, allowing her to just sink into him and disappear, his arms wrapped around her once more in a comforting embrace. ❝ nice and slow. you'll help find them and save them, okay? and you can do that from the safety and comfort of a bed, too. we'll get your laptop, clothes, toiletries and everything else you'll need, and you can easily work something. i believe in you. ❞ he was her number one fan, through and through, and if there was anybody who could help find thomas, TC and rick, it was her. she knew them the best, was witness to what happened, and while that made her a liability, ethan would do anything to keep her safe and at the same time make sure she could do whatever it took to help five-0 and HPD in this.

as commander mcgarrett approached them, asking him specifically to break protocol in this very specific situation, ethan hesitated for just a little bit. obviously everything he would do was strictly against all ethics and morals he had as a doctor, but somehow, he assumed that steve would make sure he had his hands free and nobody breathing down his neck for everything he would do, all until the guys were found and were safe and sound. things could then resume like they were before. steve was right. there were times when protocol simply had to be broken and this was one of them. the fact that steve asked him to do it held weight in itself, and should anybody question his to the outsider very questionable decisions, he would simply direct them to five-0 and HPD and have them explain the situation and blatant protocol breaking if they were insistent on it.

now despite his initial hesitation, steve's blessing pretty much did the trick and allowed ethan to spring into action without thinking twice. he nodded, gently pecked her lips in assurance before he left her side, only for a few moments to get his medical bag from the back of his car, it's content being everything he would need to do a thorough preliminary check on her, hoping deep down that juliet, in fact, wouldn't have to go to the hospital. once back with juliet, ethan offered her a kind and assuring smile before pulling on surgical gloves and taking a small flashlight out, one that he usually used to determine whether the patient was disoriented or had a concussion, though with kala informing him they already checked that, it would be of good use to take a better look at juliet's injuries. and, well, he'd check again himself whether or not she suffered from a head concussion, just to be on the safe side.

❝ everything seems fine for now. do you feel any pain in your head or neck? ❞ he asked as he checked her head injury. now ethan was sure that akamu and kala already asked her that question, but again, for the sake of being sure himself, he asked again. he would probably end up asking her a lot of questions that would be repeated, though it was a routine for him, and he was sure juliet would understand.

ethan then turned to the two EMTs. ❝ how far are you with the shards? ❞

❝ we have a few big ones to pull out and we're done. ❞ kala said.

he nodded. ❝ good. after you're done, kala, stay here. we'll get juliet to my house and i need you to come with us. there's probably lots of smaller shards in the wounds that will need to be taken out to avoid further damage and possible infection. ❞ the young paramedic nodded at that as ethan turned to akamu. ❝ i'll have to hijack a couple of IVs and an IV stand from the ambulance to have just in case, and probably the whole medication bag while we're at it. if anybody asks why things are missing, direct them to me, and i'll direct them to five-0 and HPD if needed. ❞ there were also other things he needed, but those he either had at home or, in worst case, he could send kala to the pharmacy to fetch them for him.

❝ doctor shah, i'll eventually have to go back. ❞ kala then said, and it was met with ethan's soft smile.

❝ i know, i'll make sure you do. i'll get you a cab, pay for it, you won't have to worry about it at all. i just need you there to help me set everything up and make sure that juliet's stable and that the wounds are properly taken care of. ❞ kala nodded and set back to work, which allowed ethan to focus on juliet again. he gave her a soft smile.

❝ i racked up quite a few days off, i'll take those so i can stay home with you all the time. my guess is that either commander mcgarrett or gordon will have a few of their guys around the house, so nobody will get to you, and it still stands that if you want to help, we'll get your laptop and everything you'll need so you can help. i know you care a lot about your boys and want to help find them as fast as possible. ❞ not to mention, there was another good thing about him being able to break protocol. ❝ to make it a bit easier on you, i'll be thomas, rick and TC's doctor. i think commander mcgarrett will extend breaking protocol on making sure your boys are okay, too. ❞

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      One could call it cruel to play such games, but alas would not all he has done be considered beyond cruel? Though, never before had he known how exciting it would be to chase after somebody. Outside of this realm he had always ensured his targets would never be able to leave–hit them when they were alone and unexpecting. Here? They have plenty of room to run away, plenty of time to make a chase. Though, it would always come at a cost for one like him, those pallets or the windows. Odd to think for once he would have issues getting around, but there are other avenues to take.        Quickly, he breaks away from the chase, taking a different corridor through the old institution. All of these corridors run the same loops, pathways all of them seem to take to try to lose their pursuer. But, he knows there is another way, a diverging path another took him on that ends in the same place. A conjoining hallways is taken, passing a few empty rooms, until he is right where he wants to be.       Waiting a few seconds, the Trickster pulls out a few knives, testing their weight before throwing them–the blades just barely missing as intended, embedding deep into the wall nearby the fleeing survivor. 

      “Going somewhere?” His voice flows like a song, light and teasing as if there are no dark intentions as he stands in front of the only way forward, “Those little slips won’t work on me like those lumbering fools.” A few more of the bright knives are shown, a thinly veiled threat, “Going to continue to run like a rabbit or accept your fate? I’ll make sure it hurts just enough.” 

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adrenaline pumped through her as she rushed down the corridor, feet carrying her as far and fast as they could. *a turn left, a turn right, hide behind some crates, turn back where you came from, up the stairs, jump through the window*. meg thomas ran for her life, the heartbeat a bit near, a bit far, head so focused on running for her life that she couldn't tell apart if that was her own heart beating in her ears or something much, much worse.

stuck in this nightmare she was, either die by the hands of whoever was after her, or manage to make an escape, she and her three comrades of which she had no idea where they were. hopefully somewhere safe, hopefully somewhere far. for a few short moments, the redhead dared to look behind her, spotting --------- nobody. nobody was after her anymore. the adrenaline rushing through her immediately let off, and she let her guard down as she quietly tipped through the corridors, looking for either a place to hide, or a place where she could get out of here.  so far, no luck, and luck seemed to really not be on her side.

the sharp knife thrown her way, one that she hadn't even taken notion off until it was firmly stuck in the wall mere inches from her face. letting out a shaky breath, meg turned sharply upon hearing the voice, back connecting with the hard metal wall.

so that was her pursuer.

she wasn't one to show fear, as stubborn as she was, nor would she start now, either. ❝ what makes you think i'll make things easy for you? knives don't really scare me. ❞

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Ethan had been called to California for a huge surgery, experimental and dangerous, so Juliet, when told about it, decided to join him for a weekend in Los Angeles, sightseeing and ensuring he woudl get to relax outside of the ER. They even prolonged their little stay for a day, to enjoy a fulld ay just to themselves, before boarding the private plane to get them back to Oahu.

Juliet groaned. She was in pain. She was wet and something was definitely wrong. She was meant to be in a private plane, snuggling against Ethan as they watched a movie, not…on a beach. Juliet sat up, groaning against back pain. That wasn’t right. There was debris of a plane…they crashed. She just didn’t remember it.

Reaching up to her head she realized she had a head-wound. Wonderful.

“Ethan? Ethan!” She had to start calling his name. She had to find him. He had to be somewhere here. And he couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t be… she would surely feel it, right? “ETHAN!”

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the call to perform a high risk, experimental surgery on a young woman that was pretty much her last chance of having a normal life was a huge burden on his shoulders, so big that he was even nervous, and ethan usually never was. most surgeries he did were routine, there was no risk, no danger, and of course, nerves started to play with ethan as he packed for the few days long trip. the fact that they chose him for it also spoke volumes, and added only additional pressure, which was why he couldn't voice enough how glad he was that juliet came with him. there was always something about her that calmed him, and it helped that she was there with him, to distract him in between taking turns with the other two surgeons that flew to california.

apart from the stress and pressure, it was nice, calm: the time spent with juliet almost a dream come true, and it was a story with a happy ending, the surgery being a success and the young woman's life saved ------ what more could ethan ask for? nothing, apart from a safe travel back to honolulu, cuddling with juliet in the private plane and just enjoying it all. it was also the last thing he remembered before things went black.

when ethan came to, it was to juliet calling his name in panic. disoriented as he was, he tried to open his eyes, immediately being met by bright sunlight. he groaned, trying to move, only for pain to shoot right through him. his right leg was weighted down by the debris of the plane, which effectively pinned him down on the sand, sand that didn't have the usual golden colour. he was bleeding, probably from the injuries he sustained on the leg. just how severe things were, he didn't know, couldn't know until the weight of the metal was lifted off.

❝ jules! ❞ he called out, outstretching his arm over him and waving it so she could easily spot him from where ever she was. ❝ juliet, i'm here! ❞

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One of the things Mythra Kalila never expected was to be driven out of her own kingdom by her husband no less. The man who was meant to be her supporter, to stand behind her in their matriachical society, had overthrown her, the entire society and used their djinns, their loyal magical creatures against them. Kalila was warned just in time to evade a coup on her life. Her guards got her out and since then she and some others were on the run, with all the others pretending to be her. But given her husbands magic, well there was not much that could protect her, if he truly wanted to come for her and kill her.

After months of running, Kalila found herself in a refuge camp. As war wrecked the continent, there were plenty of them and nobody asked any questions about who she was and where she came from. She had gotten some more appropriate clothes on her run, but her gown and some jewels were still firmly in her bag which she never let go of.

It was a rainy day, most of them had no shelter, no extra clothing, Kalila had no shelter, but a cloak she pulled tightly around her, when movement caught her eye. A rider, the necklace he wore glinting in the almost none-existant light. The people reacted by moving out of his way, but it was his eyes that truly caught her attentio. Eyes of a mutant, of a witcher. A monster hunter, perhaps one of the only people in this world who could help her.

Kalila got up and gathered her bag. She had little left, but she wanted to make it count, she had to make it count.

“Sir, you look in need of a break. May I offer to provide some soup for you?”

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a heavy atmosphere lingered in the air no matter where the path took him --------- blood spilled everywhere, bodies of fallen soldiers and civilians scattered on the battle fields and around them, forests almost completely cut down for the sake of creating barricades and army camps, and monsters, more than the white haired witcher dared to count, more than he had encountered ever since roaming the southern parts of the continent. nilfgaard seemed to be an unstoppable force, one perhaps only the northern kingdoms were able to resist, united in the war aganst the black ones, though it was none of his concern. monsters were what geralt was after, and the coin they brought for him.

out of the very same selfish reasons did geralt of rivia, on his trusted roach, travel to the nearest settlement ever since completing his last contract: a few dead drowners that brought him neither more nor less than ten crowns. it wasn't much, it didn't even cover the expenses of his potion ingredients, though he took what he could.

the path took him through a refuge camp, one of the many geralt had encountered, be it on the side of the road, in the forests -------- some were so well hidden that it even had him confused as to where the sounds were coming from. some even went as far as making refuge camps inside of old abandoned mines, which tended to never be a good idea.

at first it seemed like any other refuge camp, with people moving out of the way the moment they saw him, as almost none had any shelter. the rain that poured down didn't help either, and he would have simply passed through, not looking back twice had it not been for a young woman approaching him, causing him to gently tug on roach's reigns, making her stop and him easily getting off her, never saying a word, causing the nearby people to back off even more.  he did look intimidating, after all.

head canted lightly to the side as he looked at the woman in front of him. ❝ i don't suppose it's out of the kindness if your heart? ❞ he questioned. ❝ folk around don't care much for witchers, let alone have interest in feeding one. ❞ still, he didn't want to appear as an unappreciative dick. ❝ i accept, but what's the catch? ❞

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A storm was approaching Oahu, which aws not a big problem as Robin’s nest was fortified against storms. The problem was he fact that the family would be on different parts of the island, riding it out. Her boys had taken up residence at La Mariana, helping shelter vulnerable people, Juliet staying at home with baby Sebastian. Nobody planned on working the next day, so Juliet assured the boys she could handle her son by herself.

She would have been able to on a normal day. On a normal day Sebastian woudl be in bed by now, sleeping peacefully for a couple of hours. This was not a normal day. He didn’t want to be put down. He cried whenever she tried and so she walked with him as she watched the clouds in the distance, the storm approaching visibly. Eventually she put her hand on her babies cheek and forehead, finding it warm. A trip to the bathroom later she had taken Sebastians temperature. He was running a small fever, nothing to worry about yet, but try to tell that a young mother, who barely had time to prepare for the arrival of her son. Sebastian kept pushing himself off of her, then moments later snuggled back into her, probably feeling absolutely miserable and he couldn’t exactly speak and tell his mother what was wrong. 

Juliets first call was to his pediatrician. He assured her that it was not yet anything to worry about, yet she didn’t know if that would ever stop her from worrying. There was no way she could make it through the ngiht alone like that. Her heart ached for her baby. She just wanted to take the pain from him, make him ffell better, allow him to sleep as he clearly needed now.

She decided on doing a second call: To Rick. She knew normally he would ride out the night with the people who needed him at La Mariana, but… well, she guessed this time Sebastian’s needs might win.

“Rick, hey… I’m sorry to….shh, Sebby, it’s Daddy…let me talk to Daddy, please…” The baby was crying full on and tried, once again to push himself off of her, actively kicking her even. She felt her heart break once again, her eyes stung with tears. “Rick, he has a fever, I really need you here. He needs his Daddy.”

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the storm they announced that afternoon almost seemed like a little baby compared to the hurricane they had a couple of months back. with la mariana now restored and insured and the business pretty much blossoming, mostly thanks to suzie and her innovative drinks that just had people come in on the daily, rick couldn't truly complain. somehow they would manage to ride it out, again offer free drinks and food if things got rough again, though he hoped they wouldn't. in fact, rick wasn't nearly as worried about the bar as he was worried about juliet and little sebastian, who were on their own that day, with thomas having to deal with a case and TC needing to run some errands of his own. suzie even teased him about the fact that he was checking his phone every so often, a bit anxious and a bit worried at the same time, as if expecting a call from any of his friends.

as it turned out, his worries were justified, as at one point his phone started ringing, and the former marine's heart sank just a little bit when he saw the caller ID: juliet. she usually never called unless something was up, and rick feared that something might have happened. he was greeted by sebastian's cries right off the bat, the sound quite possibly making his heart break. nothing could have prepared him for that, or for how completely out of it juliet sounded, on the verge of tears, if he could even remotely judge by the sound of it.

sebastian had a fever, and it sounded like all hell broke loose because of it at home, more from the baby than anybody else. ❝ hey... hey, jules, it's okay. it's okay, don't even worry about it, alright? i'll be right over. ❞ he assured her, wanting and needing her to know that he had her back in this. it wouldn't be the first time that he left la mariana be supervised by his employees, and he knew just the person for the job, too -------- suzie, who had already caught up on the fact that something wasn't right. ❝ the storm didn't pick up yet, i'll be there as fast as i can. ❞

hanging up, he turned to suzie. ❝ can you look after the bar for a bit? i need to--- ❞

❝ go. i have things handled here. ❞ she told him with a small smile, to what rick nodded gratefully and practically beelined for his car.

the drive to the nest wasn't the prettiest, the rain had picked up when he was around halfway on the way, causing him to drive slower due to horrible conditions on the road, though rick wasted no time once he was at the nest, simply getting out of the car and rushing inside, where he was met by the still crying baby.

❝ oh sebby... what's wrong, buddy? ❞ he asked in a coo and moved to hug juliet and sebastian close, kissing the top of juliet's head and attempting to do the same with sebastian, but was met with very loud and physical protests. ❝ is it that bad? i've never seen him like this. ❞

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     /     𝐌𝐄𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒

it was that damned thompson house again, the building standing tall and erect over the now wilted and rotten corn that grew all around. if one would look careful enough over the top of the corn, they would see one lone harvester in the distance towards the back, and the outline of hooks. so many of them, standing tall as well, almost lurking in the corn ------ an imminent message that death was lurking just nearby, that they all could easily be sacrificed.

it was. at first it was crashing noises in the distance, wood breaking rapidly, then there was a heartbeat, faint at first, approaching closer, the sound pounding in her head, she didn't know whether it was her own heart beating rapidly or simply a trick of mind.

faint disappearance and silence. meg thomas let out a shaky breath, her adrenaline high as she finally dared to peak from behind the old barrels filled with water that stood there for god knew how long, already emitting a rather nasty stench, though it was forgone easily. she didn't know where others were, though knew that they were somewhere in the vicinity. she'd seen them, but they all scattered around the area upon hearing the first horrifying noises in the distance, sounds that she couldn't even begin to describe. 

they were her friends -------- she worried about them.

one foot in front of the other and the redhead's path took her towards the harvester in the distance, meg almost being lured in by the flickering lights next to it. it was almost as a recurring nightmare -------- search for the lights, repair the generators that weren't even wired to anything, open the gate and escape, or be chased by whatever monstrosity was out there and get killed. either way, she'd always end up by a lone campfire, along with her friends ------ a constant loop she didn't know how to escape.

and so she did what she knew best in the situation: approach the generator and start repairing it, praying that things would go well.

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i updated the muse list. total muse count is currently 60. the more detailed version is coming soon TM. i’ll attempt replies today.

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i updated the muse list. total muse count is currently 60. the more detailed version is coming soon TM. i’ll attempt replies today.

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do you ever feel like no matter which fandom you enter or no matter how many times you reach out to people, nobody cares and ignores you and has their own group that's way cooler than you and you feel like a complete outcast? because same.

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     /     𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

at any other given time, geralt would have all too gladly taken a nice and calm journey through the night. the moon was high, large, illuminating the area in its milky white light and giving it an almost fairytale like appearance. the witcher, however, opted for rest. he had been on the path for a few good weeks now, taking breaks only when needed. he’d gotten far, venturing from toussaint all the way through lyria and rivia, his final destination being ard carraigh in kaedwen. partially, the witcher was thankful that aedirn, where he currently was, proved to be a rather calm kingdom, without much happening. there were no bandits, any monsters he’d encounter were rare. a peaceful ride, really, one that he quite enjoyed, and a perfect place to hopefully find some rest.

he had set up camp a bit further aways away from the road, the campsite secluded by a few large trees a bushes. the small campfire lit up by igni crackling in the night. roach was nearby, quietly grassing unless giving out a few snorts of satisfaction. she, too, liked the calmness of the evening, and he couldn’t put the blame for it on her. evenings like these were rare.

as sad as it was, nights like these never lasted too long. there were noises in the distance, coming from deep within the woods, an almost horrifying roar following soon after. steps came from the road soon after, hooves clicking lightly against the pebbled road.  ❝ would be careful around these areas. ❞ he said without much warning, but not intentionally wanting to startle the perhaps unsuspecting passenger. ❝ something’s lurking in the woods. ❞ and he didn’t know what just yet.

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     /     𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐒𝐀

the dance studio was eerily empty, and one wouldn’t even know anybody was there if it wasn’t for the light that was on in one of the smaller rooms and the music from ❛ more ❜ blaring from the small portable stereo for perhaps the twentieth time that evening. inside the dance room, a lone figure danced perfectly along the rhythm of the music, singing along as well. it was one of the many evenings that kai'sa spent alone in the dance studio, working on new choreography and refining the already existing ones. with k/da going on a world tour soon, all thanks to the incredibly positive feedback of their album ❛ all out ❜ , the girls needed choreography that would stay true to what was shown in the music videos but also add a fresh touch to them. being the lead dancer and choreographer of the group, kai’sa did what she new best —– dance.

one step forward, another to the right, a few twirls, a step to the left and stop. rinse and repeat. the choreography for  ❛ more ❜ was coming along nicely, the new parts fusing with the ones seen in the official music video almost flawlessly. 

even as she took a small break, simply slumped down on the ground against the wall mirror on the opposite side of the door, the raven haired dancer kept the music running, coming up with new moves in her head. dancing had always been kai’sa’s universal language, a way of expressing herself rather than talk. the girls in the group understood that, even supported it, which was something she was thankful for. the fans, too, seemed supportive of such approach.

her trail of thought was broken as she heard the door to the small dance room open. ❝ i didn’t expect anybody to be here this late. ❞ she said without looking up.

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okay but what if people interacted with geralt? because i really miss my witcher son. like... pwease? 🥺👉👈