I Really Want Price And Lizzie To Interact In Canon But Not Know Who The Other Is (specifically In Regards

TW/CW: Death, Heavy Angst, mentions of SA, mentions of su!c!de, and other topics that some may find triggering!

This story isn't for everyone, so if anything I listed makes you uncomfortable or you don't like it, I suggest you leave now. You have been warned, so don't say I didn't warn you

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So, my D&D group is planning an isekai campaign. If you don't know what an isekai is, it's where a character dies and is reincarnated into another world. There is a scene that happens with my character's little brother that's never going to happen in the campaign, so I thought I'd share it with you guys!

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Elliot bounced on his toes at the train platform, excited to see his big sister. She had been away for a few days searching for colleges, but today she was finally coming home! He even wore his favorite sweater for the occasion. This 11-year-old boy was alone, however. His parents were too busy to greet their daughter, just like they were too busy to even help their son with schoolwork. But Elliot didn't care, it was their loss.

Suddenly, he heard a scream as well as sirens. Strange, usually the sirens weren't so close to the station. They always drove past the station before. Elliot looked around and noticed a group of people, as well as a train that was derailed. Surely that wasn't the train his big sister was on, right? He should probably check, just to make sure. There's no way it's her train.

So, Elliot hopped off the train platform and ran over to the crowd of people. He could barely see what was going on, since he was so small, but he weaved his way through the crowd to see first responders dragging out various bodies. It was horrific, people were throwing up at the sight, cursing under their breath, and overall just mortified. Who wouldn't be with a sight as disturbing as that?

That's when Elliot noticed a firefighter standing off to the side, barking orders at his team. He was holding someone in his arms like they were his bride. Elliot could barely make out who the person was, but he noticed and immediately recognized the limp arm he could see that had a black and purple glove with a unique design around the wrist.

No...

He rushed over to the firefighter, ignoring the people yelling at him to get back and that it was dangerous. The fire chief turned and his eyes widened as he watched the little boy running towards him.

"Kid, this area is off-limits! Please go back to where the crowd is!" He said. His voice was stern, but he was very clearly worried about the young boy.

With the fire chief turned around, Elliot could finally see the face of his fatally injured big sister. Tears began to well up in his eyes at the sight of his unconscious big sister.

"Th-That's my big sister your holding!" Elliot said, clearly trying to keep his composure. He'd never experienced the death of a loved one before.

"This is your sister, kid?" The fire chief said, gesturing to Elliot's sister with his head. Elliot nodded. "Don't worry, kid. She's still got a pulse, so we think she's going to make it. An ambulance is on its way, but where are your parents?"

"Th-They're both at work. I-I can give you their ph-phone numbers if you'd like," Elliot said, trying his best to stay calm.

"Alright, you can call them when we reach the hospital. What's your name, kid?"

"I-I'm Elliot Nickerson," Elliot said, grabbing the limp arm of his sister. "My big sister's name is Tara Nickerson. She's going to be okay, right?"

"Don't worry, Elliot, your sister will be okay," the fire chief said. The sound of ambulance sirens started to grow louder. "She's going to make it."

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Elliot sat in the chair next to the hospital bed Tara was lying in, holding her hand, listening to the heart monitor making various beeps. His parents soon entered the room and took seats on the other side of the bed. His parents didn't say anything to Elliot. What could they even say? Their daughter was dancing on the line of life and death and their 11-year-old son had never experienced such a loss before.

Not too long after his parents arrived, Elliot looked up to see the doctor walk in. His face had a tired expression, but he also looked heartbroken. Elliot didn't understand why the doctor was sad. Tara was going to be okay, after all! Right?

"Are you two Mr. and Mrs. Nickerson?" The doctor asked, looking over at Elliot's parents.

"Yes, we are," his mother said. She looked like she was about to cry. Elliot had never seen his mother cry before. She was always so cold and stern.

"And you are...?" The doctor turned his attention to Elliot.

"I'm Tara's little brother," Elliot said quickly, sitting up straight in his seat.

"Well, unfortunately, we've done everything we could, but I don't think Miss Tara is going to make it," the doctor said with a solemn look in his eyes.

"Wh-What?" Elliot's father said quietly. Elliot never once heard his father yell, but that didn't mean his father was easy to please. It was quite the opposite. "Are you serious? There's no way to save her?"

The doctor lightly shook his head. "Her heartbeat is too slow and she's lost so much blood from such fatal injuries. There's no way we can save her."

Elliot felt tears well up in his eyes once again. He looked back at his sister, who looked so peaceful, and quietly began to sob. The doctor said something about letting the family be there, for the 19-year-old girl's last few moments, but Elliot didn't fully make out what the doctor said before he left.

"T-Tara... p-please," Elliot pleaded in-between sobs. "You h-have to live for me. Y-You promised th-that you'd live a long life with me! You p-promised that you'd come to my high school graduation! You promised me! Please, Tara!"

The young boy sobbed and soon, the heart monitor made one slow, but steady, long beep, indicating that Tara was gone. Elliot's sobs grew louder as he heard the sound of the monitor and he laid his head on top of his sister's chest, which was no longer rising or falling from breathing.

"DON'T LEAVE ME!!" he shouted before he just gave up and sobbed loudly.

Elliot's parents looked at each other, tears falling from their own eyes watching their daughter pass and their son break down in tears. They looked into each other's eyes with a knowing look that said that they would be better parents for their son, in hopes that they wouldn't lose him too.

Elliot didn't want to leave Tara's side, but his parents couldn't let him stay there, so his father picked him up and he screamed and cried as his father carried him out of the room and away from his big sister.

The car ride home was silent, even with the sounds of Elliot's quiet sniffles. Maybe it was his fault that his sister was gone. He had touched her after she came home from school that one day when she had to stay behind in her history class and she yelled at him to not touch her. Her eyes were wide when she yelled at him.

There was also that time when her best friend was murdered and she cut off a lot of her hair. He tried to tell her that he liked her long hair, but she snapped at him and said that he wouldn't understand. He must've pushed her over the edge, so therefore it was his fault, right?

Then why did she hug him after he convinced her not to jump? Why did she teach him how to braid hair and then braid a part of his hair with a soft smile? Why did she always go out of her way to help him with homework, despite having her own homework to do? Was it truly because he was a bad brother? No, no he was a good brother, he truly was. But maybe this was the universe's punishment for him not being good enough.

Elliot didn't know the answer. But he knew that it wasn't fair that his sister was gone.

He never wore his favorite sweater again after that day.

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Sorry it's so long, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it!

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Please save what's left of my family

Hello dear

I am from the Baalousha family from Gaza.. 🇵🇸🍉

I hope you are well .

I write to you with a heart full of hope and faith, and I ask for your urgent help. My family is in great danger due to the war, and I am running a fundraising campaign to save them. My father and mother suffer from diabetes and high blood pressure. Help me secure them

Please, can you reblog my campaign post on my account? Every contribution can make a difference in my family's life and any donation, even a small one, makes a difference.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for any help you can provide. 🇵🇸🇵🇸

The campaign was documented by @90-ghost 🍉🍉.

Go help out this person! The campaign has been reblogged! I wish you and your family lots of luck in getting out Gaza safe and sound!

I fucking hate April Fool's Day /gen

a father’s arms never forget the shape of a child

A "Perfect" Reflection

Fennu was never a fan of mirrors, but that disdain for mirrors heightened after Charlie's death. Because every time she looked into a mirror, all she saw was her deceased twin sister staring back at her.

I genuinely enjoyed making this, I have had Dragontale on my mind a lot recently. I was thinking a lot about what Fennu's opinion on mirrors would be, especially since she and Charlie are identical twins (for the most part), and I felt that it would make sense that she doesn't like mirrors because all she would see in the reflection is Charlie. I love traumatizing my OCs :3

Time Taken: 1 hour and 23 minutes

Characters Used (from left to right): Charlie Anderson (they/she) and Fennu Anderson (she/rose)

Apps Used: Gacha Nebula and Ibis Paint X

Hope you like it!!

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reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai

i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.

don't talk to robots. full stop.

New OCs!

These aren't really new OCs, but they're new to y'all, so here!

I hope you guys like them, I got inspired by a dream I had and I love my silly guys! It'll be fun to see who you think the main character is of the story (hint: It's not the 3rd person :3)

That's all I got, just wanted to post my silly guys on here! Hope you'll enjoy seeing more of them in the future!

P.S. The story doesn't have a name yet, but it has magic within it :3 (I love fantasy so fucking much, oh mah gawd)

I've only known WD for a few episodes, but if anything were to happen to her, I'd kill Bizly and then myself /silly

Seriously, I'm so emotionally attached to WD, I love her so much I will die for her. Rewatching episode 16 because she and Ripley are so fucking cute and if Bizly doesn't make them kiss, he's homophobic-

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Let's Talk About My Watcher from the Creators Life Series AU

TW/CW: talk/implications of suicide and self-harm

I've been thinking about my Watcher's lore a lot and I posted this on my Instagram story while I was thinking about it:

Now, I'm not going to spoil much about my Watcher's lore, but I will talk a bit more about this post I made on my story because I love my Watcher's lore so much, you have no idea.

My Watcher's name is L, short for their full name. However, they don't use their full name because it's too femme in their opinion, hence the shortening to just a single letter. They play an important role in the Creators Life Series AU, which I'm working on with my friend Luna. We talked about the Watchers and we decided to make ourselves the Watchers, but have them still be separate entities from ourselves, hence the reason why we look different compared to them.

Now, originally, I didn't want my Watcher to have wings. However, I realized that it wouldn't make sense if all of the other Watchers did have wings, such as our AU's version of Grian, who is a Watcher. So, I took some time to figure out what L's reasons for becoming a Watcher are.

As mentioned, their whole family died in a deadly snowstorm, with them being the only survivor. So, since this was such an impactful event for them, I thought that it would make sense for them to have survivor's guilt, which Wikipedia defines as this:

So, obviously, something as tragic as being the only survivor in a deadly snowstorm will mess with your mind. L ran away from the scene where their family's bodies lay, only to collapse due to the cold and be discovered by 2 Watchers, named Edward and Eleanor, who take them in and basically raise them. Edward and Eleanor haven't been introduced in videos yet, but Luna and I have been making stuff with them behind the scenes.

Now, as you may have seen in my Life Series AU edit dump, L removed their wings, mainly because of said survivor's guilt and many other reasons that will not be revealed here. As such, they could've bled out and died if not for Eleanor and Edward finding them in the state they were in. This unintentionally ended up being a suicide attempt, even if they never meant it to be. Even after being given the task of running the Life Games, they still think about what they had done and how they wished that they ended up dying that day instead of being saved.

That's pretty much it, let me know what you guys think about this if you want! I'm very normal about my AU (that's a lie, I am not)