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[thefishermansfavour]

Part 1.3

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[theotter99]

Uncovering Fables

Chapter 1 Part 1.3

The moment a new person wandered into the bar, Clayton Ward couldn’t help but glance over at them. That’s when it happened. It always happened. Clayton gasped as visions flashed before his eyes. 

More memories. More tales filled his mind. Swinging in a playground, writing late in the evenings and being held by a loving editor. Crying long hours as they had to stop what they loved. An entire person’s history was told in just a split second.

Clayton could have prepared for this but whenever someone walked in unannounced, that was when the real troubles began. He couldn’t prepare mentally for that. Grabbing hold of the table, he heard the woman in front of him ask something but Clayton was unable to understand her. His ears were hearing the bartender giving encouragement to talk to someone.

Clayton twitched and he curled up on his booth seat, as he grabbed his pounding head. A tingling sensation spread across in skin as something grabbed hold of his shoulder. Clayton looks over to see a black, inky hand grab hold of him tightly. No. No, not this again.Not another panic attack. He was doing something important. He couldn’t be back here. He couldn’t!

Clayton tried to stand up but he was pushed back to his knees by a figure of ink like substance. He looked around and he froze as he realized that he was no longer in the bar. He was nowhere. His spine chilled as he realized that he was in a darkened area. Was it a room or an area that went far out in every direction? It was too dark to tell.

Clayton tried to hide in his jacket as he put on his hood but another hand ripped it off his scalp, pulling his hair. Clayton squeaks out and his shaking body began to sweat. His stomach twisting onto itself, Clayton looked around and almost sank into himself. Surrounding him was five dark bodies that towered over him as Clayton wasn’t allowed to stand. One of the body’s stood behind him, holding him down. Clayton tried to stare at the ground to allow the attack to pass but another body stood in front of him. His hand pinched Clayton’s chin and he was forced to look up at them. Clayton stared into the figure’s eyes, shaking.

The three other body’s, circled around, almost giggling. They looked at each other before they turned their attention to Clayton. Their voices echoed in his ears. 

“Clayton. Where is your friend?”

“What happened when you left to explore those caves?”

“Did the snow kill him?”

Clayton felt tears swell in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak. Before he could say anything, the middle figure’s voice boomed and echoed throughout the room. “Why do you lie?”

The other figures joined in. “That isn’t what happened.”

“What really happened?”

“Did you kill him.”

Clayton shook his head. “N-No… No. I didn’t. I-I could-” A figure slapped him across the face and tears started to roll down his cheeks. 

That’s when a golden light shone from behind Clayton as a door creaked open. Clayton glanced behind him and saw a dark creature standing at a doorway that wasn’t there a minute ago. Clayton tried to get a closer look but he was forced back to looking at the figures. They continued to taunt him as Clayton closed his eyes. 

He needed to get out of here. This wasn’t going to end anytime soon. These images was only starting. He couldn't take it anymore. He glanced down at his left hand to spot a golden ring on his index finger. Before any of the figures could stop him, Clayton grabbed the ring and ripped it off his finger.

Everything was back to normal. Clayton was at the bar once more. 

As he sat up, his shaking hands took off the chain around his neck and Clayton put the ring on it, like a charm. Clayton was an African American with a lighter skin tone and was very skinny. He looked to be in his mid-20’s but he might have been older. He had a square nose and his brown eyes were staring at the the ring still. He wore jeans and a green jacket. He tended to mess around with the string for the hoodie. He has small ear gauges as the ends of his brown hair was a lot lighter than the rest.

The woman that sat in front of him was still talking. “Hey! Ya alright? The hell is going on?”

Clayton looked over to see Ms. Wolfe standing as much as she could in a booth. Her face was a mixture of annoyance and concern. Ms. Wolfe was fairly attractive and cared about her looks, even if her taste was a little weird. Her black hair was put in a messy bun with her bangs that were growing out being tossed to both sides of her face. Half of her bangs were dyed a light green while the other half was purple in color. She had a fit body, a pointed chin and a flat nose.  She wore dark sunglasses that made it difficult to see where she was looking, purple pants, golden earrings and a green jacket that seemed to be popular in the 90’s.

She continued to speak, “Dude. You were just curled up on your seat, shaking. You good?”

Clayton slowly nodded, still trying to get a hold of reality. “Yeah, yeah… Let’s just ignore that and get back to business. What… What were we talking about?”

Ms. Wolfe sighed at this and growled a little. “You were trying to convince me to work with you or something.”

“Y-Yes that... “ Clayton stuttered a little. “Miss, I understand why you don’t want to help but… Do you want someone else to go through something like that fire?”

Ms. Wolfe froze. “How do you know about that?”

“I…” Clayton began sweating. He didn’t mean to mention that so soon.

Ms. Wolfe stepped out of the booth. “Whatever you were going to say, screw it. If you really cared, you wouldn’t have said that to me.” Muttering under her breath, Ms. Wolfe left to find another table, leaving Clayton behind. 

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[emetofiend2dand3d]

Persona 5: Post #1 part 1.3

D: Take Yusuke to a doctor

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Akira put Morgana in his bag and took Yusuke to Takemi Sensei’s doctor’s office.

It took them some time, and they had to stop frequently for Yusuke to catch his breath.

When they arrived, Akira banged on the door and Morgana scratched it until Takemi Sensei finally opened it.

“What- what are you doing here!” She sounded angry, but when she took one look at Yusuke, she scowled but let them in.

Without even having to ask, she handed Yusuke a basin. At once, Yusuke pitched over it and coughed up a mouthful of sick.

Akira looked at her in surprise.

“What? Look at him. He’s as green as a frog.” She said plainly.

Yusuke laid on her examination table and Akira sat in a chair while she checked him over.

“It’s most likely a virus. I’m prescribing him something that should help his fever go down and should be easy on his stomach. He needs lots of sleep and fluids so he doesn’t get dehydrated. He should recover in two to three days.”

When Akira took Yusuke back the the coffee shop, he put him back in bed and Yusuke fell straight to sleep.

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*NORMAL ENDING*

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[theconfusedleewrites]

Part 1.3

Life in the circus

Plume was first when the show ended and everyone came to line up for criticism. He picked at his nails anxiously, eyes darting everywhere but the flylofts. Madame Rosswelt came up to the line with a sneer. Her presence was prominent when she entered, dark hair slicked back in a bun and uniform ironed to the point of looking unnatural. She held her hands behind her back, similar to a military commander. She stopped at Plume.

''I expected better from you, but I guess you just weren’t ready. I’ll get Kayla to take your place next show. I don’T know why I even bothered to have you train if this was how you were going to perform. Go help the others clean up. That’s enough mistakes for one day.''

Tears pricked his eyes, his shoulders suddenly feeling ten pounds heavier.

''I'll do better! I-I can do better next time…'' his voice trembled with the faded plea.

''There won’t be a next time until you make no errors, stop talking back to me..'' She decided firmly before moving down the line, delivering judgemental feedback as though everyone had personally insulted her.

Plume felt a soft hand on his hunched shoulders, the thumb rubbing delicate circles on the itchy fabric of his uniform. Seval came. He always did.

''I’m sorry. I-I wasn’t good enough. I messed up. The rope got caught and I panicked and… I don’t know. I-'' I wasn’t ready. They were right.

Seval shushed him, patting his back.

''It’s ok. Go clean yourself up and come back for clean up.''

He urged him to an exit to the caravans, though he stopped him before he got too far.

''And for the record, I’m proud of you.'' He consoled, a weak but encouraging smile tugging at his lips before he moved to the next person, who looked like she needed a hug.

Plume sat on his bunk, fiddling with a feather he had found the day prior. It was so soft, so fragile. A single brush the wrong way could mangle it so easily. He ran his fingers along the quill, rubbing the downy feathers between his fingers. He sat up from the bed, crouching to the shared side table. Behind Allen’s secret snack stash, he pulled out a small wooden chest. He sank on the bed, the mattress creaking tragically. Opening it, he placed the new feather on top of all the others he had collected. Finding birds near the circus was far too rare, unless they were used for performances. Oftentimes, when Plume has the chance to see one, it would fly away skittishly. His mind wandered to the memories he had of life before the circus. Even then, he felt trapped, roaming the streets. Now he had support inside the cage. He wondered what it would be like to fly into the sunset, to venture off without the shackles of the human mind. His head snapped up at the sound of the caravan's door opening. In rushed a distressed Nolan. Plume tucked the box under his pillow quickly, scooting over and patting the spot next to him on the bed. Nolan hesitated, glancing out the window, before he took wary steps and sat down.

''I know I’m new and all but… is Rosswelt always so… intense, after a show?'' He asked, hoping maybe that because he was a newcomer that he wasn’t used to it. To his dismay, the other nodded.

''She’s never not intense'' Plume smiled, though it held a knowing pain. ''Wanna talk about it?''

Noland shook his head. He kept his eyes on the floor, ''is it ok if I just sit here for a while?''

[my-cursed-prince]

Ok but Min appreciation post for his last POV in Scattered Sunshine Part 1.3—

My boy has been in the deepest depressive episode he’s ever been in since his first year in Vira. He has a breakdown with Ray like 30 minutes prior, and he finally comes out of his room to play a game. Because you know. That’s what they were supposed to be doing. Playing outside versus Min having a panic attack that led to a breakdown.

And my child is trying so hard to be fun for Ellen, because he can’t stress her out more, and they all changed plans to play in the backyard for him, so now he really can’t back out—

Anyway, Ellen and him split teams to essentially play ultimate frisbee I dunno. Thought of it on the spot okay. And then Ellen and him are team captains. Min’s team is Ray (hyper child), Lao (anorexic child), and Juni (has a wheelchair).

He’s barely recovering from his previous panic attack, but he’s all making sure Lao has eaten, because he doesn’t want Lao to over exert himself and pass out on the field. And then he has like zero experience with wheelchairs (all of them have zilch experience) and Juni is struggling to move in the grass with his. And he’s like wait hold up I don’t want Juni to feel like he’s left out—

And so he comes up with the idea that Juni can come up with a strategy, since he’s really good at that. And Min just helps Lao and Ray know how to throw a frisbee, while Juni mulls over a plan, and then while they’re practicing, he goes over and asks for his plan, which Juni spills (of course it’s great).

But Min can tell that Juni is insecure about his position with Ray, so he gives him a pep talk that he can tell Ray doesn’t really hate him, but is more confused.

And Juni can tell Min is embarrassed about some things, so he gives *him* a pep talk that he could kill a man (no idea of his past) and this family would be like ‘you’re a lost puppy who needs cuddles’ because that’s how they treat Juni, who nearly killed all of them. And it’s confusing, but Min doesn’t need to worry about their judgement, because they’re not like that and they get it too.

And then they all play the game, and Juni is essentially a cheerleader with another player for each round, an idea Min comes up with because he doesn’t want Juni to be alone.

And they all play for a long time, and that’s the end to Min’s arc in Part I. That before he made some friends and people he feels are family, but now that family can become bigger and the best part is—they’re people that understand his experience as a fourth caste person, won’t judge him, and are around his age.

Something he hasn’t had since Emiko’s supposed death

And now I have feelings on this hella long bus-ride

@vsnotresponding

[radenkan]

love (n.)

Old English lufu “feeling of love; romantic sexual attraction; affection; friendliness; the love of God; Love as an abstraction or personification,” from Proto-Germanic *lubo (source also of Old High German liubi “joy,” German Liebe “love;” Old Norse, Old Frisian, Dutch lof; German Lob “praise;” Old Saxon liof, Old Frisian liaf, Dutch lief, Old High German liob, German lieb, Gothic liufs “dear, beloved”). The Germanic words are from PIE root *leubh- “to care, desire, love.”

passion (n.)

c. 1200, “the sufferings of Christ on the Cross; the death of Christ,” from Old French passion “Christ’s passion, physical suffering” (10c.), from Late Latin passionem (nominative passio) “suffering, enduring,” from past-participle stem of Latin pati “to endure, undergo, experience,” a word of uncertain origin. The notion is “that which must be endured.”

In Middle English also “an ailment, disease, affliction;” also “an emotion, desire, inclination, feeling; desire to sin considered as an affliction” (mid-13c.). The specific meaning “intense or vehement emotion or desire” is attested from late 14c., from Late Latin use of passio to render Greek pathos “suffering,” also “feeling, emotion.” 

blush / intensity in every possible way / warm / butterflies in the stomach / trembling / disrupted flow of thought / heart racing

[rederla]

#PART 1.3

omake...

thankyou!!!!

[tunein-mymind]

Louis Part 1.3

Summary: Everybody has a secret…let yours out. Five lads. Five confessions. Five lives inexplicitly intertwined. University!AU. Lourry/Ziall

A/N: Kind of short, but the shorter the chapters the sooner the updates! It's finals week boooo but I'm procrastinating studying a bit haha Anyway, feedback is always helpful! (: .xx

~O~

Summary: I’m in love with a grad student.

“Just do it already,” Louis demands, pushing at Zayn’s shoulder forcefully when the other lad just continues to suck and smirk against his neck. “Jesus, Z, if you don’t get on your knees right this second…”

Louis’ words cut off with a moan because Zayn followed through with his request, dropping to his knees and undoing Louis’ jeans in one fluid motion.

He loses his grip on reality for a bit because, well, because someone is sucking his penis into their mouth in a skillful way, and it’s been a long time of just him and his hands and that just doesn’t quite compare at all to this.

“You do know,” Zayn comments, holding Louis’ base tightly as he breathes. “Mmph.” Zayn takes him back in, an inch or so from taking Louis’ full length. “Dani will be here in like three minutes.”

Louis inhales deeply because, “What the fuck, Z? My cock is in your mouth and all you can think about is that Dani will be here soon?”

Zayn exhales cool air onto Louis’ tip and he’s building, close, trying not to ruin the moment by thinking about Danielle showing up in a couple of minutes because jesus, he can’t remember any of his past girlfriends or boyfriends being as good at sucking cock as Zayn.

Maybe he should try to make their arrangement into something more than a way to quell loneliness by adding benefits to their friendship.

This thought was gone as soon as Zayn swallowed him down again, Louis’ tip hitting the back of his throat, which wasn’t an easy feat, Louis knew, and Louis was groaning. “Close. ‘m close, Z.” Zayn just held him there, doing this weird- but amazing- suction thing with his mouth and Louis was on the verge.

The knock on the door came simultaneously with Louis.

“Go clean up, I’ll distract Dani,” Zayn instructed, smirking at Louis again, who was leaning against the bedroom wall in a blissed out, post-orgasmic haze.

Louis stayed there for another minute, thinking friends with benefits was one of the best things he could have done to his relationship with Zayn, most definitely.

Orgasms plus less loneliness plus hanging out with his best (read one of his only) friends at school? The perfect situation surely. Why people wanted actually relationships was absolutely beyond him.

~O~

Actually having sex with Zayn was…interesting.

Louis knew he couldn’t really expect it to be amazing, at least not the first time while they were just beginning to learn the nooks and crannies of each others bodies.

It had taken him at least a month with his first boyfriend to get past the awkward, fumbling stage, and he hadn’t really expected it to be different with Zayn.

He was certainly surprised when sex with Zayn exceeded his expectations, and he found that each time they tried again, it just got better and better.

It was a good thing, obviously.

What made it even better, though, was that it didn’t seem to affect their friendship.

They still hung out and joked and played video games and pigged out on food together, and that was a major relief.

Currently, Louis was studying at Zayn’s kitchen table, while Zayn showered before class.

The kitchen was small, but it had a large counter with tall, cushion-covered wicket chairs. Louis had helped Zayn choose the cushions, picking the most ostentatiously bright pattern he could. It definitely helped liven up the room, popping out against the plain white walls.

He had his school supplies covering the entire granite counter- multiple notebooks, his computer, pencils, and scattered papers littering the surface with crumbs sprinkled in between.

“Hey babe.” Louis looked up from his homework to see Zayn wander in the room, clad only in a towel. He made to answer, but then saw the phone tucked next to Zayn’s ear. “Yeah, spring break isn’t for a while.” Zayn pauses while passing by Louis, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I know.” Louis watches as a stray drop of water slides down the other lad’s back, and he feels somehow domesticated, which, like, how did that happen. “Yeah I miss you, too,” Zayn mumbles with a piece of toast in his hand, and Louis wonders if feeling domesticated was supposed to go along with other feelings, too, like adoration and love and something other than lust.

Thing is, he does adore Zayn, but not quite in the way he should, and all he really feels in this moment is a deep heat coiling in his lower belly because Zayn is beautiful, even when Louis knows he’s talking to Danny.

And Louis does know that, how Zayn and Danny still keep in touch and they’re just taking a break and him and Zayn aren’t anything serious (they had discussed it and both decided just having fun was best) and it really doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

He’s been happy with Zayn, both of them using each other to quell the loneliness that easily overtook them in this big city.

Crazy, really, how one could be lonely in a city bustling with people, but it was easy to get lost in anonymity in a big city like San Francisco. He couldn’t imagine what LA or New York or London might feel like, he’d probably lose himself in the lights and the clubs and the never-sleeping population.

The only reason he feels somewhat grounded right now is because of Zayn and his music and his daily phone calls to his mother. But even with music he feels lost sometimes, like on off days when his vocal teacher knows he can’t quite focus, or when she gives him an exercise that he just can’t do for the life of him, no matter how much he practices it or tries.

On those days, it feels like he’ll never achieve anything, not become anyone, and just be plain old Louis Tomlinson.

Other days, though, being just Louis Tomlinson seems enough for him.

“Zayner,” Louis calls, biting the end of his pencil hard as he glares at the homework in front of him. He detested theory with a passion, even if he knew it would help him in the long run. “Will you show me how to do those diminished seventh chords? I just- I can’t remember how to do them.”

Zayn walks out of his room- with jeans on this time, Calvin Klein briefs sticking out along his hips- and smirks at Louis.

“I just showed you how to do those, Lou.”

Louis sighs, “Yeah, yesterday.”

“You do know I can’t be there for your final so you’re going to need to remember these,” Zayn says, but he’s leaning over Louis’ back and grabbing the pencil from his mouth, beginning to explain anyway.

Zayn has to show Louis twice because he gets distracted by Zayn’s abs against his back the first time.

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