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Careless Accidents

jason todd x fem!reader

aka you get hurt and jason’s pissed

warnings: reader’s wrist is accidentally sprained from being grabbed too hard

You could hear scuttling from somewhere else in the garden, an estate more than sizable enough than the game afoot.

You were under the distinct impression though that the bats and birds are playing with you similar to how they would a child. Slower, weaker, and less experienced than the big kids. You weren't complaining though. Because, frankly, it was stressful. They tend to operate more like they’re in a warzone than a game, you felt like you were about to be sniped out at any second.

Rightfully so, apparently, seeing how silently Stephanie had crept up on you.

“Hey,” Stephanie hissed, ignoring the way you jumped. “We’re doing alright for ourselves,” she said smugly. 

“Yeah,” you’d nodded, like you agreed with her more than you probably did. 

“Okay listen, I think the flag—” what flag? “—is by the fountain so, I think because there’s three of us and two of them, we should bait-and-switch.”

“We’re on teams?” you asked, no longer completely sure you know what you’re playing. 

“We are now!” she smiled, starting to run. “I’ll bait!”

She stopped briefly in her tracks and turned back to you hissing, “Don’t trust Cass,” before scurrying away.

Rather than sit around and wait there for…something?...to happen, you jumped up darting in the opposite direction with little to no indication whether this is a good move.

What you didn’t see is Cass rapidly approaching from your rear. 

What you also didn’t see was Dick crouched down in a row of shrubbery, which gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch your arm up and yank you down with him. You’d mewled a bit as your wrist made contact harshly with the grass, immediately buckling under you.

Cass was keen to your pain immediately, slowing her sprint to a stroll as she observed you.

“Are you okay?” she signs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” 

The response was instinctual and you didn’t actually have time to register whether or not you were okay by the time you gave it. 

You pushed up on your elbows, trying to figure out whether Dick is even on your team, but the way the others approached had you halting consideration. They’re savvy to the situation at a speed in which you can only attribute to their vigilantism, looking at you with concern. 

“You good?” Tim asked, approaching languidly.

“That looked like it hurt,” Cass commented, crouching down next to you to see your wrist better.

Dick shook his head, “No, she’s okay.” He turned to you, prodding, “You’re okay.”

“Yeah, I’m, um…” you winced, looking at your wrist. “It hurts a little.”

Cass examined it closely, tilting it gently to the side. “It might be sprained.”

Dick paled. 

“No.”

Tim pointed a thumb back towards the manor, “We can get it wrapped upstairs.”

“No.”

You were only then able to clock the barely contained grin on Stephanie’s face, begging to break.  

“Ooooh. He’s gonna kill you.”

Cass had then kindly offered to take you inside and wrap it up for you, which you accepted, unexpecting of the plus-one of Dick trailing behind you like a guilty puppy all the while.

“You know I didn’t mean to grab you that hard right? I—” 

Cass laughs quietly as she wraps the bandage around your wrist, amused by Dick’s now-third explanation/apology for the incident. 

“I know, Dick,” you say, trying to appease him. 

“I’m sorry,” he tells you genuinely, but you can tell there’s more there that he isn’t verbalizing.

You nod, “I know, Dick. It’s okay. It was just an accident.”

Cass pins the wrapping in place securely and with a smile, signs to you that she’s all done. 

You rotate your arm a bit, testing your movement under the wrap. As Cass leaves with the first aid kit, Dick remains sat at your side, leg thumping up and down.

He takes a deep breath, “What if…what if you avoid him until it heals?”

“Dick.”

He takes your uninjured hand in his with urgency in his eyes, 

He looks down at your jointed hands before loosening his already mild grip significantly.

“Are you going to tell him?” he asks, looking like he’s bracing for bad news.

You shake your head sympathetically, “No. I can’t guarantee you that he won’t find out, but I won’t tell him.”

Dick takes a deep breath, looking at the ground with intense focus. “Okay. Okay.” He stands, “I need to go.”

You watch in amused bewilderment as he staggers out the door, looking around frantically. 

Within the next few minutes, he creates and enacts his plan A. He walks into the living room, sitting down next to a very disinterested Tim, eyes forward and serious.

“I’ll give you two grand right now if you tell him it was you.”

Tim barks out, “Absolutely not.” He looks at his brother, still laughing. “No fucking way.”

Dick breaks the serious facade immediately, looking at him. “Five.”

A deadpan from Tim. 

“You don’t have five thousand dollars.”

Dick throws his head back, back thudding against the couch. “Dude, please! He’ll kill me!”

Tim scoffs, “He’d kill me!”

Dick huffs, “No, it’s different for me! Do you have any idea how many times he told me not to do that?” 

“Well then it sounds like you fucked up,” Tim sneers.

“Oh my God.”

He takes off again, combing through different rooms in the house with hope of finding a quick but effective hiding place for, say, the next twenty years?

He bursts through the study, unwittingly interrupting Bruce and Alfred having a discussion over tea.

The latter sits up with a tense brow, “Master Dick?”

The former turns around in his seat, “What’s the matter?”

Dick struggles for a second before confessing, “I accidentally sprained someone's wrist.” 

Bruce scans his face slowly, nodding. “Alright…you’ll have to take responsibility for their patrol duties—”

Dick cuts him off with a sharp breath, “Said person doesn’t have any patrol duties to be affected...”

Bruce processes for a moment before shaking his head.

“I can’t help you.”

Dick’s panic takes over again, prompting him to continue his scurry through the room, towards the other door.

Alfred interrupts his process with a very logical argument, “You don’t think running away will make this worse, Master Dick?”

“I—I don’t know!” Dick whines, stopping in his tracks. “I don’t know what to do!”

Bruce purses his lips, gesturing, “Dick, when you make a mistake…you have to submit to the consequences, you know that.”

Dick gapes, “This is not a normal consequence!”

Meanwhile, you’ve busied yourself with fiddling with the knick knacks and mementos lining the shelves of Jason’s childhood bedroom. 

You’re admiring a picture of him and Alfred from when he was young as the door creaks open behind you. 

“Sweetheart?” Your boyfriend calls out, head barely poked in through the crack.

“Hey, Jay,” you smile, setting the picture frame back on the shelf.

He enters fully, covered in motor oil and grease, and smiles his sweet, easy smile when he sees you. 

Moving onto the next trinket on the shelf, you pick up a stuffed animal placed intentionally at the front. Your gaze finds the mirror, watching his reflection as he pulls the stained shirt off his back. 

You smile to yourself, noticing the way his back muscles flex as he adjusts. “How’s the bike?”

“Better than it was this morning,” he sighs. “Where’ve you been?”

He turns around to look at you, taking easy steps towards you. 

You return the toy elephant to its place, moving to face him. “Uh, we were outside, playing…at least three separate games at once.”

The second you’re in proximity, your hands join like it’s second nature. 

He nods, all too familiar with the family’s unique methods of gamefair.

“Did th—” He looks down at your intertwined hands, brow furrowing as soon as he spots the bandage wrapped around your wrist. “What happened?”

You glance down, shrugging. “Overexerted myself playing tag.”

He looks at you skeptically, but says nothing about it.

He turns your hand over gently, asking, “Is it sprained?”

You nod, relaxed. “Yeah. Cass said it’s mild.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“No,” you say, sweeping his hair back with your other hand. “Barely hurt then.”

He nods, but he doesn’t look satisfied with the conversation.

Regardless, he turns away again, shuffling through a drawer for a clean shirt. 

“You, uh, you wanna stay for dinner tonight?” he asks, pulling his arms through, his head following. 

“Yeah,” you say gaily. “Alfred said he’s making his ‘special spaghetti’, apparently it’s a household favorite?”

He wavers, halfway to between decisions. “Yeah…”

He huffs quietly, turning back to face you fully. “Can I see it?”

You nod, happy to ease his mind. 

You start to unwrap the bandaging, him doing half the work for you. The work is done silently until your wrist is exposed, revealing your bruised skin.

You both see it at the same time—the hand-shaped bruise wrapped around your wrist.

You’re both quiet for a second—him putting pieces together and you waiting for the shoe to drop.

He takes off suddenly, clearly having come to a likely very accurate conclusion about what had happened.

“Fucking idiot—”

You try for his hand but he’s out of reach before you can grab it.

“I’ll be right back,” he grumbles behind him.

“Jason—” you sigh, “At least help me wrap it back up first.”

He hesitates, halfway to the door, ultimately returning to you in defeat. He takes your forearm gently, scanning it over again before beginning to wrap it.

You watch his face closely, noting the clear vexation. “It was just an accident,” you tell him. 

He scoffs, “It better have been.”

You drop your shoulders and lull your head to the side. “Jason. I’m not made of glass, you can’t expect other people to act like it.”

“I don’t. I expect him to mind his own strength, and if he can’t do that, he needs to keep his fucking hands to himself.”

You sigh, “Just don’t do anything harsh. Please. I think he’s worried you’re gonna punch him.”

“He should be,” he says shortly. He finishes off the wrapping, pinning it in place firmly. 

You grab onto his forearm before he can pull away, “You’re not going to. Right?”

He doesn’t answer so you try to make his gaze meet yours, “Right?”

His eyes roll, “Yeah, fine.”

You smile, holding his face. “I love you.”

He huffs as though he’s inconvenienced, but confesses the obvious truth nonetheless. “I love you.”

He looks you in the eye, face serious. “You promise me it doesn’t hurt?”

“I promise,” you nod, brushing your fingers against his palm.

“Dick!”

The angry voice bellows through the tall halls of the manor, heavy footsteps thudding.

He stomps into the living room, Tim, Cass, and Stephanie watching the entryway with wide eyes. 

“Where is he?”

Unwitting shoulders shrug and heads shake. Truthfully, at that. Dick, smartly, did not tell anyone where he was hiding. 

Jason scans the trios faces, looking for any sign of apprehension.

He clocks the grin shamelessly plastered across his sister's face quickly. “Stephanie?”

“I don’t know,” she says honestly. “But let me know when you find him, I wanna see—”

But Jason’s moving onto the next room before she can get the last words out.

He enters the dining room, looking right to left before finding his target, halfway to stuffing himself behind the fine china cabinet in the corner.

There’s a brief, tense moment in between where the pair realize what they’re seeing and when Dick sets off in a sprint towards the kitchen, Jason quick on his tail. 

“Really? Really?” Jason shouts. 

“It was an accident! It was a fucking—” 

He narrowly dodges a swipe from Jason, then ducking before a ladle could make contact with his head.

“Are you stupid? Are you the dumbest motherf—”

Dick rounds the kitchen island as fast as possible, Jason testing him on the other side.

Dick takes a breath, “Dude, it’s fine now, it’s not that big of a—”

Jason recoils, “‘It’s not a big deal’? Come here. Let me sprain your wrist, asshole!”

He circles the counter quicker than the elder boy can think to move away and lunges at him. 

Dick throws his hands up in front of him, “Wait, wait, wait! Truce! Truce! Truce?”

Jason drops his shoulders, leveling his older brother with a look. “You can’t call a truce if you’re the only one who did anything wrong.”

“I…” It doesn’t take him long to piece together that his defense makes no sense, so he resorts to his last option. 

“Please?” Dick asks, nothing short of imploring. 

Jason relents—slightly—upon hearing his brother's tone, but still finds it in him to shove him, though not nearly as hard as he’d been planning to. 

“I told you a hundred fucking times not to grab her so hard—” 

Dick nods heavily, waving a hand. “I know, I know—”

“Clearly you fucking don’t!” Jason shouts. He huffs, running a hand over his face. “You sprained her wrist. You’ve been doing this vigilante shit for fifteen years, how do you still not fucking know how to control your own strength?”

Dick grimaces, “I do! I do, I just screwed up, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t—” Jason narrowly holds back a scowl, “Did you apologize to her?”

 “Yeah, of course I did!”

For a split second, Jason looks ready to keep arguing before purposefully dropping the anger from his body. 

The resulting relief almost drowns Dick.

It only lasts a moment though, before Jason looks at him again, sneering, “Idiot,” before pushing him once more. 

“Jason.”

Your voice has Jason dropping all turbulence in an instant. He and Dick both whip their heads towards the door, equally unexpecting of the interruption. 

You tilt your head at your boyfriend with a knowing but disappointed stare.

He looks back at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, lips parted.

“I didn’t hit him.”

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Recently bought My Time at Sandrock for my Xbox One. Been playing it like crazy. Only issue I’m having so far is trying to get past level 5 in the eufaula salvage abandoned ruins. Every time I try to use the exit to get to level 6 it kicks me out of the game. Everything else is running smoothly. It’s just that one part. Anybody else having the same issue on Xbox One with this game? Tried resetting the ruins to see if that did something, but nothing changed.

𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅....𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕.

notes: gn! flying squirrel reader. I'm just fuckin' around.

don't fucking heart the post, I want fucking reblogs and comments and yes idc that I'm being rude.

@/kikiwooo

Reincarnated as a flying squirrel is honestly pure luck. Those guys are pretty flexible and being small makes them fit into nearly everywhere. I'm not even mentioning being able to glide.

Finding you was a surprise to König, you just came out of the thin air and landed on his chest. He was on a mission and trying to not get shot, which is pretty hard when there's such a cute distraction on his chest.

When the mission is over, the giant just ran towards to Horangi and showed you onto his face,,, which didn't help since Horangi was too busy catching his breath. When he finally got a good look at the creature in the König's hands " It's a wild animal we can't keep it. Leave them where you found them "

Due to two pair of puppy eyes from König and you, Horangi decides to let you stay, a big mistage really they are about to get addicted. König takes it upon himself to look after you, constantly feeding you little treats here and there and just watches with heart eyes how quickly you gobble them up in just mere seconds. Horangi warns him to not feed you too much but at the end of the day König would stuff your cheeks so much that they'd look they could pop off any time.

Horangi got you a cage for your size and it's just sitting there not used at all, reasons; 1) you never liked the cage even if it's full of rich thingies 2) you always sleep with them at nights 3) König always wants you by his side even if Horangi put you to your cage forcefully, König would find a way to get you out without Horangi noticing him sneaking you out.

Another reason why König keeps you with him is that you shut down his anxiety very quickly, Horangi never says something about that and is actually very grateful that you're there to make König focus. Your fur feels so nice to touch.

They both have pockets that you can hop in them anytime. Mainly Horangi though because he is very carefully with you, König too but sometimes he gets a bit too excited and ends up hurting you a little unintentionally, it's all good since he quickly apologies smothering you with kisses.

You sometimes sneak under König's hood and just stay here,,, whilst watching Horangi searching all over the place turning everything upside down to find you. König keeps his gremlin voice at minimum or never open his mouth to shout smthbg in German to not to scare his love ( he actually calls you that go ask him ), whenever he gets pinned to the ground or the wall his enemy will find themselves in front of a very furious squirrel. Squirrels can be dangerous if provoken, do be careful.

Now...imagine when König decides to mess with you, play fighting basically. His fingers can alone trap you under his palms " So tiny so cute! " [ also he takes his hood when it's just the two of you so ], when he goes for your nose for a kiss, suddenly there's a whole ass human beneath him( what was the name of the disney film agushsh I can't remember ). Both of you staring at each other wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

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Lego Monkie Kid fanfic idea.

Pigsy, Tang, & Monkey King are like fathers to MK so it got me thinking. What if MK had a mother figure? Why not? She runs an orphanage that MK & Mei visit on occasion when not working or saving the world. The kids there love hearing about the duo’s adventures.

MK hauls butt to Flower Mountain. He bursts through the doors of Monkey King’s dojo.

Monkey King: Hey kiddo, what’s up? Today’s not a training day.

He starts to take a sip of his drink.

MK: I need you to fight for my mom’s hand in marriage!

Monkey King spits his drink out and then starts coughing.

Monkey King: What the hell kid?! I’m going to need an explanation.

MK launches into his speech about how he knows this orphanage owner who is like a mom to him. She’s been getting harassed by this dude who wants to marry her as she comes from a rich family. She kept turning him down until he somehow got a hold of the deed to the building where she & the orphans live. He says if she doesn’t marry him then he will tear the building down. Feeling the pressure she agrees, but doesn’t tell MK.

MK: So I need you to fight this dude because his family has this tradition or whatever that if two suitors are interested in the some bride then they have to fight each other for her hand.

Monkey King sits in stunned silence.

MK: You don’t have to actually marry her after the fight, but it would get the creepy dude to back off because once he loses, he can’t ask her for her hand ever again.

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That’s all I got as an idea for the story.

Playing Dishonored Definitive Edition.

Me: I’m going to be sneaky & not get caught!

-Not even past the first mission. Has managed to fail being stealthy 99% and killing people.-

Me: New plan. Kill as few people as possible. Not likely going to happen but I’ll try!

If anyone knows some Tall!reader fanfics they would like to share I’d love to read them. Doesn’t matter the genre. Or even tall OC characters. Preferably female ones as I’m a 6 foot tall female myself. I’ve always been self conscious of my height when it comes to the opposite gender. I’ve found some searching across the web, but I’m curious on what other people have found.

Finally finished reading 50 Tea Recipes from the Duchess. I loved every minute of it. It made me laugh and smile from the sweetness between Chloe and Alphonse.

—— Spoiler alert ——

Not going to lie, I kind of cried for Prince Arthur when he was shipped off. Don’t be me wrong, he was a dumba$$ with how he handled his feelings for Chloe, but a small part - really small part- of myself felt bad for the guy. Like the moment between him and his dad before setting sail was brought me to tears. The fact that the Prince admits and owns up to his mistakes shows that he is starting to show some development.

I kind of wish for an epilogue with Chloe and Alphonse with a child. Or seeing how Prince Arthur comes back a changed man from his exile.

——Spoiler ends——

I went to see if I could find fanfic for this comic, but I only found one on AO3.

As I was reading the comic I had an idea for a fanfic as well. The problem is flushing it out. Typical idea of where Chloe meets a different transmigrator who is interested in crocheting and embroidery and baking yet she can kick a$$ with a dagger and her archery skills. Can’t use a sword worth crap, but a dagger or bow is fine. The character can’t be short or dainty either. More tall and not so curvy. It helps add depth as she is self conscious about it when going to parties hosted by nobles. It makes it harder to find a husband as well because I feel like men in that comic would want a more dainty wife. Her other flaw would be that she doesn’t know when someone is flirting with her as it rarely ever happens.

Honestly, I’m up in the air about writing the fanfic. I feel like it would change the story too much... Especially since I kind of want my character to end up with Prince Arthur. Is he toxic yes, but the way he would get all flustered and confused over Chloe made it him so adorable I couldn’t help but like him a little. Like I can’t fault him for falling in love, it’s something you can’t really control completely. The way he went about dealing for his feelings for her though was self destructive to himself and problematic for those around him. He was a dumb-a in love who didn’t know how to handle being rejected by a woman who said to have loved him before all this happened.

My idea is for the romance between Arthur and my OC is that he finds her interesting at first because she doesn’t fit in with how most noble ladies look being as dainty and ladylike. OC stands in the corner just watching everyone dance. Content to be a wallflower. He goes over to flirt with her, but she doesn’t think anything of it as he is known as a womanizer. She thanks him and excuses herself. She’s more confused on why he flirted with her. From two to want it to be a mix of meetings between them, at parties, or tea times with Chloe. I’ll have to flesh everything else out.

Found some old writing that reminded me of Doflamingo from One Piece.

My strings control your body.

Your moves are mine to make.

Your life is in my hands and not those of fate.

Whether you love or die is my decision.

One that feels me with glee.

For I am the master and you’re my puppet.

So your best bet is to listen to me.

As I’m packing to move, I found some old fanfics I wrote but didn’t publish. One was for Drifters by Kouta Hirano. After rereading it, Toyohisa seems so OOC. Like what was I thinking when I tried to write his character... Also, a self insert. Man looking back on it makes me so embarrassed.

A part of me want to rewrite it as I still like the manga. It was really cool seeing all these historical people converge in a fantasy world. Maybe not be so cheesy. I kind of want to post the old version first & then do a new version. Like a before & after kind of thing. I don’t know. I’ll think about it some more after moving.

I has so much fun with the design app for Animal Crossing New Horizons! The four robes I made have to be my favorite so far.

If anyone can provide me with links to websites or other info about ADD & Asperger’s I would appreciate it a lot. As a kid, Iwas diagnosed with ADD and on the lower spectrum of Asperger’s, but right now I’m feeling so confused on what it means to have them. For so long I’ve been thinking it’s a normal part of me, and unfortunately I’m not getting the proper medication due to personal reasons.

I’ve come to the realization that I don’t like taking pills so I’m looking into other ways to help combat my ADD & Asperger’s. Acupuncture is an option I’m looking at right now. For so long I’ve felt out of place in the world because of my conditions already no with depression.

The passion I have for writing is nonexistent due to my jumbled up feelings. I love to read and do research on topics about plants, animals, and anything fantasy. Sometimes though, that makes me feel even more isolated because what I research seems weird.

I really want to understand myself since I think that will help me improve both mentally and physically. Any info would be appreciated.

Previous Cannon Busters Post

In regards to my first post about Cannon Busters, I laughed some because episode 8 sounds similar to the scenario I described in the post. I hadn't even watched it yet, but after I did a feeling of Deja Vu came over me. I wasn't expecting that to happen.

Cannon Busters on Netflix

I started watching Cannon Busters tonight and so far I like it. The plot isn't bad, but it does feel like it's going fast. I wish there were more episodes in between to build on the relationships between Philly the Kid, Sam, and Casey. Their interactions make me laugh. Also, I love the idea of a sibling bond between Philly and Sam. Philly is the older brother who acts like an asshole, but deep down, way deep down, he cares for Sam like a sister. His naive little sister who just wants to make friends, and he knows people will take advantage of that so he watches out for her. A scenario I imagine is that the trio arrives to a town, and stop at a bar for food and drinks. It's a shady place so Sam and Casey stand out. They find a table to sit at. Casey runs off to tinker with something. Philly runs off to the bathroom because is his stomach. He comes back to find some sleazy guy talking to Sam. When he gets closer, he overhears the honey coated words oozing from slime ball's mouth. It's when the jerk tries to guide Sam away with the promise of showing her things "special friends" do that gets Philly's blood boiling hot. He shoves Sleazy away and stands protectively in front of Sam. Next thing we know a fight breaks out and the trio flee from the bar. Philly denies worrying about Sam, but in his own jerkish way, he warns her that everyone is going to want to be friends with her out of kindness. Last thing is that I love the opening and ending music for this show. It makes me want to dance since it's so catchy!

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

My first full text post...

I didn't imagine my first full text post to be this hard to write. It's the early hours of the morning & I've learned that one of my grandmas has finally passed on after battling throat cancer for at least 5 years. Unfortunately I wasn't able to be by her side because hey had moved her to a hospice house yesterday morning & during the time she was in a rough spot I've been sick with a cold. So of course, I try & be the good granddaughter & keep a distance to avoid passing it on to her. It hasn't been all bad though leading up to this moment. While I was attending college, for about 2 years up until I graduated, I've been living with her. The commute wasn't bad to make twice a week. What made it easier for me to keep going was knowing I had her & my cat Raven to come home too. She was one of the pillars of strength that made it possible for me to achieve my dream of getting a college degree in writing. I miss her so bad... It hurts so fucking much to know she won't be here with me anymore. No more road trips to the beach or the mountains. No more waking up & telling her, "Good morning," &, "I love you, grandma." No more watching TV shows together like NCIS & Hawaii Five-O. No more having her here to bounce ideas off of her for my writing. No more hearing her voice... I knew this day would come eventually. Everyone dies at one point, but it still hurts... Like someone ripped a piece of my heart out & stomped on it. I keep getting chocked up as I type this out. I know for the next few days I'll be drowning in sadness, & I'll let myself grieve. Yet I won't let it keep me down forever. I know my grandma Kay wouldn't want to me let this negativity stop me from achieving my dreams. So for her & myself, I will live on. I will achieve my dreams that I shared with her. I will achieve the dreams of being a published author. All my books, even if not written, will be dedicated to her. For my Grandma Kay was a strong woman who left an impression on people. She was an amazing person who touched the lives of many. She was a pillar of support & guiding light to me in my times of darkness. To my Grandma Kay up in heaven, thank you for everything you have done for me. Thank you for all the experiences we have shared together. Thank you for al, the memories we created together. Thank you for loving me with all your heart. I will cherish everything you have ever done & gave me for the rest of my life. I love you Grandma Kay, & may your time in heaven be wonderful as you reunite with Grandpa Art, family, & friends.

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#torchicsareawesome #pokemon Torchic was my starter choice for Omega Ruby. Blaziken is one of my favorite final evolutions for starter Pokemon.

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Wise words. Very wise.

Art not mine. Credit goes to Reality-Or-Dream on deviantart.com.