#&. Journal Entry || (IC ask tag)

[pine-dexter]

GRUNKLE FORD?? WHAT?? - @maymayandwaddles

"Mabel! Hello, Dear! Have you been on here long? Wendy showed me how to set up an account."

[iiguess]

JOURNAL ENTRY 213.

You dreamt of your cat River again today.

You can't remember what your background was like this time. It seemed... blank. Empty, yet bright. But that never really mattered—-not with the black feline that sat before you amid the emptiness.

He was... healthier. Happy. And he said "I love you" in the way his gold eyes slowly blinked at you, in the way he strolled up to your crouched position and rubbed against your knees, in his content little purrs and mews as you scratched behind his soft black ears.

He doesn't suffer here. Here, there was no one to hurt him—-to jam him into some bag and hurl him into the depth of the city's water. No drowning. No pain. No punishment for merely existing, and no hands to carry out such cruelty.

Just... peace.

You hope to join him soon one day.

You can't wait.

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[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 12: Flower Petals

Bearblr Promptober Day 12: Blindfolds

Summary: In which Carmy's girlfriend suggests a blindfold to see if he can perceive better touch that way.

Warnings: Swearing, written with fem reader who is a trauma surgeon (nothing gross described) in mind, she/her pronouns, blindfolding, nervous bean Carmy, fluff.

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Reblogs appreciated. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list.

12 Oct 2024 Learned a new thing: I love blindfolds.

I can’t feel all that well with my hands, right? Well, with my fingers, which doesn’t help too much when I’m feeling up Darling. It��s been affecting me more than I thought it was, made especially apparent since I noticed the discrepancy in sensation, somehow even more so since she’s been getting handsier with me. She’s found the spots that make my muscles unfurl, the ones that make me melt into a boneless heap on the couch, and the ones that make me go bright red in the face. She’s found the ones that soothe her to touch—ghosting her thumb over my knuckles, twirling a lock of my hair around her finger, a recent favorite of hers seems to be slipping her thumb or fingers into my mouth (yes, it fucks me up. No, that’s not what this is about).

Meanwhile, I run my fingers through her hair, and it just doesn’t really feel right? Like, I feel something, of course, but it’s dull, and I want more to squeeze a fistful of the strands, to dig my thumb into the sections of her braid so I can actually feel any of it.

So, she suggests I try blindfolding myself.

“Why would I want to do that?” Shit, that sounded terrified. “Uh, I-I just want to understand your reasoning.”

“Are you nervous, baby?” she asked, settling on the edge of the bed next to me.

Of course, she caught it.

I raked my hair back. “Uh, yeah? I guess? I, uh…” No, I’m not getting locked up again, even if my face started going warm. “Tell-tell me more about it.”

She folded her thin, green scarf into a narrow strip in her lap. “Well, when you don’t have information from your eyes to rely on, your brain has to rely on information from other places. Sometimes, it can make you perceive other sensory input better. You might be able to learn how to focus on what you feel more so that you can then do that without having to use an actual blindfold.”

“Why can’t I just close my eyes?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “I suppose you can, but the blindfold is a signal to your brain that your eyes can’t be used for a while. Trust me, if you can, you will open your eyes and just look.”

I suppressed a smirk. “You’ve done this before.”

She nodded.

“Okay.” I folded one leg up on the bed so I could turn towards her.

“We should have a safe word. Something that will come to mind and that signals to me that you immediately need this to stop.”

“Why not ‘stop?’” I felt stupid asking, but I knew she wouldn’t laugh at me.

“Um. There are reasons, but we’re going to get really off topic really fast if I get into them.”

“Will you explain them after?”

“Sure.”

“Nickel.”

She tilted her head.

“Nickel. ‘If I had a nickel…’ Don’t ask me why it doesn’t leave my head, I have no idea.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Is that like… a song…?”

“I-I honestly don’t know where I got it from.”

“Okay. Nickel.” She smiled. Cradled my face in her hand. “Come on. We should be comfy for this.”

We settled into bed on our usual sides, just my little lamp on to provide some light, should I need the blindfold off in a hurry. My heart thundered in my ribcage. Breaths came out truncated. I wouldn’t be restrained, I could get the thing off immediately, and she’d seen all of me before—in every sense of the word. She’d seen me be sick, writhe in pain in my sleep, kick the covers in the throes of nightmares, melt into a useless puddle when she pressed ice to my chest, sleepily babble nonsense to her when I woke up at 2 am unable to go back to sleep, walk in circles in the living room for an hour because I couldn’t stop thinking and my legs wouldn’t stop moving; she’d seen everything. But I didn’t even know what I should expect out of myself when I was blindfolded, so could I expect the same loving understanding from her? Thinking back on it now, yeah, I should’ve. But in the moment? In the moment, it scared the fuck out of me.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” she whispered.

I did, and the soft fabric of her scarf laid over my eyes. She tied it behind my head, snug enough not to slip off. It honestly soothed some of the mild headache I didn’t know I had. This weird tightness behind my eyes and in my temples. She slid her hands down to my neck, stroked my jaw with her thumbs. Kissed my forehead.

She placed my hand on her outstretched one, and pretty instantly, I could tell my sense of touch was different. I traced lines in her palm, felt tendons tighten under her skin when I flattened her fingers, found a little scar on the furthest knuckle of her thumb. Raised line, glassy smooth, disappeared when she bent the joint. I’d never noticed that her nailbeds were shorter than mine, that her fingernails had the smallest ridges when I rubbed across them.

“My pulse is here,” she whispered, directing my index and middle finger into a soft valley between two bands of tendon—one tight, thin, fine, like a guitar string, and the other thicker, more substantial, more like a pencil. I picked up a pulse. Fast. Faster than her heart beats when I lay my head on her chest as we doze off.

“Nervous?” I asked.

“No.” She was right about the blindfold being necessary because I wanted nothing more than to see her face, read her eyes. “No, um. It feels really good.”

I trailed my hand up her arm, noticed the little hairs on it that I hadn’t before. Found my way to the strap of her tank top—no bra, good foresight—then to the ridge of her collarbone. Her skin was so soft, still like it was made of fine materials, but because my mouth had done the exploring there before, I knew I couldn’t feel how supple it actually was with my fingers. The best I got was an approximation of soft, and that—it astounds me how fast this happened��abruptly wasn’t enough.

I caged her in my arms and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone.

“Oh.” She coiled her arms around my shoulders, wove her fingers into my hair. Pressed closer.

Feeling her with my mouth I’d done countless times, but the blindfold. The blindfold did something impossible—it made her skin seem even softer. That velvety, almost cool-to-the-touch texture of a fresh rose petal, one that threatens to disintegrate between your fingers, that you could lay on your tongue and imagine dissolving into sweetness. Forget feeling with my hands, I needed to taste her, every bit of her, to get lost in blooms of flower petals wherever my lips and tongue pressed. I lifted her tank top off and kissed my way down her full breast, dragged my tongue over a hardened nub, and the breathless gasp that caught in her throat, the way her fingernails dug into the back of my shoulder and my scalp—it was the entire universe.

“Carmy—oh fuck—Carmy? Baby?” She whimpered, voice half-strangled.

I managed a hum of acknowledgement.

“Please keep—Oh… That…”

I’d already begun kissing down her stomach while retreating under the covers.

[sidekick-hero]

What a month! 29 days (thank you leap year), 29 fics, 51k words. I had so much fun doing @steddielovemonth and challenge myself to write something every single day.

You can find all my entries under the Read More ⬇️

Carry You (mature | wc: 4k | tags: drug addiction, hurt Eddie Munson, post break-up, hopeful ending | prompt: Love is letting someone take care of you | AO3)

My arms belong around you (mature | wc: 509 | cw: mild smut | prompt: Love is bodies touching, whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm by | AO3)

Rooting for you (explicit | wc: 2.6k | tags: open ending, mention of Eddie/OMC, short Steve/OFC scene, frat boy steve, modern au, fuckbuddies, not really unrequited love | prompt: Love is being terrified but not letting that stop you from taking the leap | AO3)

Slaying Dragons (general | wc: 2.1k | cw: none | tags: childhood friends, Eddie lives, fluff and tiny bit of angst | AO3)

Like real people do (general | wc: 846 | cw: none | tags: established relationship, soft boys being soft | prompt: Love is being seen and known | AO3)

Hate to be lame (mature | wc: 1.1k | tags: spy au, spy boyfriends, established relationship | prompt: Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing by | AO3)

We can be heroes (general | wc: 1.2k | tags: feelings realization, Kas!Eddie (flashback), smoking weed together, boys in love | prompt: Love is what makes you brave | AO3)

true colors (explicit | wc: 2.1k | tags: getting together, fluff, love confessions, Steve takes care of Eddie | Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him | AO3)

He was sweet like honey (explicit | wc: 2.7k | tags: friends with benefits, they are in love your honor they are just bad with words, food sex (ice cream), slight dom/sub undertones (dom Steve/sub Eddie), blowjobs | prompt: Love is sharing food | AO3)

Safe Haven (teen | wc: 3.2k | tags: werewolf!Steve, Human!Eddie, hurt!Steve, Eddie taking care of Steve, minor characters death | prompt: Love is feeling safe | AO3)

Eat you alive (mature | wc: 1.8k | tags: werewolf!Steve, human!Eddie, domesticity, soft boys being soft, bathing together | prompt: Love is saving the last bite for them | Part 2 to Safe Haven | AO3)

are you still mine? (teen | wc: 2.4k | tags: future fic, steddie in their 40s, second chances, mutual pining, happy ending | prompt: Love is the hope for a future together | AO3)

the past, the future, through death my arms are open (mature | wc: 2.1k | tags: mutual pining, Eddie/OMC (nothing explicit), memory of the past | second part to are you still mine? where Steve remembers another moment from their shared past | prompts: Love is keeping a spare sweater/blanket in the car because they always get cold and Love is showing up when someone doesn’t ask | AO3)

sink you teeth (explicit | wc: 563 words | tags: vampire!eddie, blood drinking, smut, established relationship, part 2 of Love from the other side | prompt: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time | AO3 )

Butterfly Effect (mature | wc: 1.5k | tags: friends with benefits, Eddie Munson is bad at feelings, but Steve makes him talk about them anyway, at least in metaphors, emotional hurt/comfort | prompt: Love is letting yourself be loved | AO3)

when we were made it was no accident (teen | wc: 1.2k | tags: rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, secret relationship, part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note | prompt: love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can’t tear yourself away from them just yet | art by Kei | story in the same verse by Lex | AO3)

Dear Steve (teen | wc: 2.3k | tags: rockstar!eddie, addiction, rehab, journaling, only Eddie’s entries turn into letters to Steve | Part 2 to Carry You | prompt: Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don’t get lost | AO3)

that ultra-kind of love (you never walk away from) (teen | wc: 509 | tags: established relationship, first time, virgin!eddie, just soft boys being soft, not the actual smut I am sorry | prompt: Love is terrifying | AO3)

Let Go ( explicit | wc: 509 | tags: established relationship, fluff and smut, soft boys being soft | prompt: Love is helping them unwind after a rough day | AO3)

Someone New (teen | wc: 1.7k | tags: established relationship, rockstar!eddie, soft boys, Steve takes care of Eddie, Vecna aftermath | prompt: Love is a warm hug | AO3)

You got a fast car (teen | wc: 1.4k | cw: blood, the aftermath of a beating | tags: hurt!eddie and protective!steve, running away | prompt: Love is letting him pick the music | AO3)

only soul I ever saved (explicit | wc: 1.1k | tags: established relationship, sub!eddie, top!eddie, dom!steve, bottom!steve, porn with feelings, Good Boy Eddie | prompt: Love is liking the version of yourself you are with them the best| AO3)

something about us (teen | wc: 1.4k | tags: college au, meet-cute thank to a fire alarm | prompt: Love is giving him your sweater even if it makes you cold | AO3)

take you with me (mature | wc: 2.1k | tags: outlaw!eddie, future fic, starcrossed lovers finding each other, happy ending, the happy ending to he’s all that I’ve got (don’t take that sinner from me) we deserve | prompt: Love is the only thing we can take with us | AO3)

safe & sound (teen | wc: 2.5k | tags: different first meeting, emotional hurt/comfort | summary: What happens when Steve meets Eddie Munson, who has just failed his senior year for the first time, during one of his nightly drives? | prompt: Love is asking, “do you want a blanket?" | AO3)

will you find me in the stars (mature | wc: 2.1k | cw: major character death (temporary, as in reincarnation) | tags: soulmates, starcrossed lovers, reincarnation | summary: In every life, in every universe, they will find each other again. What’s a lifetime if you measure it in eternity? | prompt: Love is a fire that never goes out | AO3)

Crutch (mature | wc: 2k | tags: established relationship, post-s4, Valentine’s Day, Robin is the best, fluff | summary: Steve loves Eddie, he really, really does. He just can’t say it. | prompt: Love is just a four-letter word | AO3)

will you take me home (teen | wc: 2.7k | tags: animal shelter workers Eddie and Chrissy, platonic stobin, background buckingham, Idiots to lovers | prompt: Love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can’t stop thinking about kissing him | AO3)

Anything for love (teen | wc: 790 | tags: established relationship, former jock Steve, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, in fact he’s so in love he would do anything for love | prompt: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy | AO3)

[choicesseptemberchallenge2023]

[Masterlist]

Welcome to Choices September Challenge!

Hello everyone! I'm Aura (@midnightmelodiz ). This is my first time hosting this monthly challenge, so I'm really excited about it. I really hope you all will like the prompts chosen for this month.

🍁GUIDELINES🍁

This is a prompt based contest. There's a prompt given for everyday, using which you'll have to create a content. Some days have multiple prompts, and different types of prompts. Feel free to use them all in the same work if you want.

You can use multiple prompt for the same work if the prompts are for same day. Don't mix and match prompts from different days.

Almost all kind of contents are acceptable. List of acceptable contents : fanfictions, drabbles, short-story/one-shot , poetry, microtale, art, mood board, theme, banner or other graphics etc.

Work based on any book from the Choices universe are welcome.

Submitted works will be featured on a weekly masterlist.

You can participate as many times as you want throughout the month.

Multiple entries for the same prompt, or same day prompts are allowed.

If your work contains NSFW/mature or triggering content, please use appropriate warning.

Mention/list the prompt(s) you are using in your content.

If possible, in stories, drabbles etc., write the prompt(s) in bold.

You can use the tag #choicesseptemberchallenge2023 & #choicesmonthlychallenge .

Please tag @choicesseptemberchallenge2023, feel free to tag me too : @midnightmelodiz . You can dm me your entries as well since Tumblr glitches a lot. Honestly I'd prefer if you dm your works, as Tumblr tags don't always work.

If I don't mention your work in the weekly masterlist, please send me a dm with the link.

🍂PROMPTS🍂

🍁 DAY 1 : Memories •||• "I can't be who you want me to be"

🍁 DAY 2 : Stars •||• Two people who keep crossing paths but miss actually meeting.

🍁 DAY 3 : Sea, Ocean •||• "You really like it?" "No, I was kidding."

🍁 DAY 4 : Moonlight, Moon •||• They have been secretly in love with each other for a long time.

🍁 DAY 5 : Diary, Journal, Notebook •||• "We're here now. Everything's alright."

🍁 DAY 6 : Dreams, Day Dream •||• "I'm in love with you!"

🍁 DAY 7 : Hope •||• Sharing something personal about them that they've never shared with anyone before.

🍁 DAY 8 : Coffee, Hot Beverage •||• "Come back! I'm not ready to get up yet. So you aren't either."

🍁 DAY 9 : Date Night •||• "I'm home, sweetheart!"

🍁 DAY 10 : Gift •||• "I care about you. I always will."

🍁 DAY 11 : Travel, Holiday , Vacation •||• Sharing an ice-cream together.

🍁 DAY 12 : Books, Reading, Writing •||• "You and me, it's never going to happen."

🍁 DAY 13 : Flowers •||• "I want to be with you." "I don't."

🍁 DAY 14 : Polaroid, Picture •||• Clicking candid pictures of their S/O to capture the special moments.

🍁 DAY 15 : Childhood, Nostalgia •||• "I love you. It's always going to be you."

🍁 DAY 16 : Cooking, Baking •||• Pretending to date each other to get out of a situation.

🍁 DAY 17 : Picnic •||• "That's all I really need. Some time with just you."

🍁 DAY 18 : Cuddle, Snuggle •||• Taking care of the other when they're sick or feeling low.

🍁 DAY 19 : Museum, Library •||• Picturing a future together even though they know it might never be true.

🍁 DAY 20 : Blue •||• " Are you saying that there's hope? Maybe in the future-" "No."

🍁 DAY 21 : Love, Kiss •||• Sending love letters to the other.

🍁 DAY 22 : Friends, Friendship •||• "It feels like I've known you forever."

🍁 DAY 23 : Fall •||• "I'm seeing someone."

🍁 DAY 24 : Serene •||• "Guess all those romance novel paid off after all, huh?"

🍁 DAY 25 : Secret, Surprise •||• "Is that my shirt?"

🍁 DAY 26 : Chocolate •||• Predicting the other's words or moves.

🍁 DAY 27 : Sunset •||• "Why did I know you would say that?"

🍁 DAY 28 : Wedding •||• "I always knew you would get together someday. What took you two so long?"

🍁 DAY 29 : rêveur, rêveuse •||• " You are all I could ever ask for."

🍁 DAY 30 : Home, Heart •||• "I'm here for you. Always."

**{Credit for most of the dialogue prompts goes to this blog~ @youneedsomeprompts}**

Have fun creating!

[an-expected-journey-to-jeju]

Journal entry #7

Today was a pretty fun day.

Starting off, we had a blending with the saints from Seogwipo and Gwangju today! We had so many saints that the meeting had to be in another location. It was really meeting everyone. Afterwards we had activities which if you know me, you'll know that I do not like doing activities. I like sitting and watching, but hate participating. I even wore a skirt so I didn't have to, but it was mandatory and the teams were already made. Luckily, there was no active activities like running, and it turned out to be pretty fun. I still don't like participating, though. I'll remember for the next time to wear something different. I guess I was pretty tired after though, cause I knocked out in the car. Hopefully I wasn't drooling or making noises LOL.

After getting back, I had to recharge my social battery and do some laundry. Saturdays, as you know, are my cleaning days so yesterday I cleaned the bathroom as per usual and I washed my sheets. I was also able to take the mattress cover off and wash it as well so I was EXTREMELY happy. It smelled really, REALLY bad, and it wasn't from me. It smelled like all kinds of nasty and it would sort of seep into the sheet that I sleep on. However, I think it shrunk in the dryer a bit cause it was difficult to put back on. But who cares, I have clean sheets!

So we also have a pet catfish. It's a striped eel catfish, so his head looks like a catfish but his tail is like an eel. We have him in a tank in the cafeteria, and it's been quite the ride. The tank is already a bit too small, but he seems to be okay with it. But people keep adding fish to the tank for some reason and it gets chaotic. Then we have to take the fish out and bring them back to the ocean. Today was just like that. I was the one that had to grab the extra fish and put them in a bucket. Mind you, we don't have nets so I have to stick my hands into the tank and try to grab the fish. I've lost count with how many times I've had to stick my hands in there, wash them, only to stick them back in again. For today, there was one fish that had prominent teeth so I was trying to catch him while trying not to get bit. It ended up jumping out of the tank and hitting me in the face before plopping on the floor, where it nearly bit me. The other fish was a bit easier, but it kept trying to jump out as well. I'm telling you, I now understand why moms never like to have pets. I was not happy.

It did get better though, we had bbq for dinner and we also had to take all the recycling down to the recycling station. As messy and smelly as it was, it was pretty fun. We also played soccer afterwards, which shocked me because I do not like soccer at all, but I did it anyway and turns out I'm pretty good. I received a lot of compliments. I definitely surprised myself too. We played tag and other games too. Later, I really wanted some ice cream so I decided to ask the students that were around if they also wanted ice cream, so I bought them all ice cream. I think they definitely enjoyed it. Seeing them happy made me happy.

Even though they won't see this, I still want to give them a little shout-out. It's only been six weeks, but I feel like I've known them forever. I've grown so attached to them and I can't help but feel protective over them. As I said, seeing them happy makes me happy, seeing them sad makes me sad. I have the biggest soft spot for them and I would do anything for them. They are all like my younger siblings and I really like being an older sister. I'm so grateful for each and every one of them. They make life here so much better and they are always making me laugh. I'm so thankful that God has placed me here, and I pray He keeps each and every one of them.

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But Jesus said, Allow the little children and do not prevent them from coming to Me, for of such is the kingdom of the heavens.

Matt 19:14

[queen-of-the-nerdlords]

WIP Title Game!

Thank you to the amazing @seidraikiri for tagging me! Sorry it took me so long!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(If I tagged you, you don't have to do this, I'm just scrambling for people I know lmao)

Blue Exorcist

Cake By the Ocean (Mephisto/Rin)

Chintzy (MephiRin) (Mephisto/Rin)

MephiRin - A/B/O Fic (Mephisto/Rin)

MephiRin Soulmate RP with fren (Mephisto/Rin)

Ocean Blue (Suguro/Rin)

CUPID (Visual Novel)

Promises of Forever (Rosa/Catherine)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Oyasumi (Sayori/Protag)

DRAMAtical Murder

Calming Serenade (Akushima/Aoba)

allmate human daycare au (multiple)

Immer Sie (Clear/Akushima)

Happy Sugar Life

Sugar and Spice and-

Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto

Undermine (Atsushi/Sakamoto)

Ib

I Saw Autumn Leave (Ib/Garry)

It Means Friendship

Misao (Game)

Ignorance Is Your New Best Friend (Kudoh/Misao)

SohTano Family AU (Sohta/Takano)

Mad Father

Journal Entries within the Drevis Manor

The Words I Want To Say (Ogre/Aya)

My Hero Academia

AFOKami (OC/AFO)

"Me and Mr. Wolf" Gift for Seidraikiri (Aizawa/Deku)

Sunflowers (Chapter 2 lmao)

OFF (Mortis Ghost)

Love Me Dead (Judge/Japhet)

Pokemon

RP Starter (OC)

Pub Encounter

Cocktail and Lovers' Night (OC/Soichiro)

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Again & Again (Madoka/Homura)

i need not one thing more (Madoka/Everyone)

If Our Hearts Were Iron and Our Bodies Steel (Kyousuke/Sayaka)

though it's the end of the world; don't blame yourself (Madoka/Homura)

Samurai Jack

Jaku Soulmate AU (Jack/Aku)

Steven Universe

Cantarella (Pearl/Rose)

The Stanley Parable

Dread (Stanley/Narrator)

Unmarked Stone (Stanley/Narrator)

Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea

Masochism Tango (Idate/Samekichi)

she's got blue eyes like the sea (femslash Samekichi/Wadanohara)

Yandere Simulator

Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance (not finishing this lol)

Yuri!! On Ice

Cantarella (Yuuri/Viktor)

Crossovers

And Away We Go (OC/Homestuck/Adventure Time/The Sims)

Anni NEXT CHAPTER (OC)

Much Ado About Invading (ZaDR/TaGR/OC)

Painting of Evil/Servant of Evil (Ib/The Evillious Series)

The Memory That Would Never Be Remembered (Ib/Garry)

Thorn (Aoba/Toue)

We Are Number One (Skyrim Dragonspeak)

and tons more because I've had 3 phones and 4 computers shit the bed and die and I'm not that great about backing up files I make on the fly. I'm sure if I restored one of the broken hard drives I have, we could find more.

@abby-something, @reaperlight, @thebeingofeverything, @oragamiartist, @thatkinkyboi, @rainbowrowell, @yaoihands, @grievousgl0ry, @urami1080, @still-life-of-thick-ass, @president-homewrecker, @double--blind, @slowly-backs-away, @cinnamoloves,

[rosavulpes]

While he didn’t enjoy having to wake them for this , he knew that it was equally as important that they stay hydrated if they we’re going to get past this illness . Lest they be made to suffer from sore , scratchy throat pain . Gently propping up their head with his hand , he raised a small bowl of cool water to their lips so they could drink from it . 

He could feel sweat trailing down from their back , unto his hand . Still , it certainly wasn’t as bad as it had been before . Their fevers were indeed breaking , even if they weren’t sweating it out as some had believed to be possible it was still working it’s way out of their systems with time , water , and medicine nonetheless . 

As the bowl was emptied of it’s contents he couldn’t help but smile underneath his face mask . Despite the current state of affairs it was a good sign . They we’re drinking more water , eating more , and as long as they continued to do so they we’re sure to regain their strength with time . 

For now , there still remained work that needed to be done . They would need to have the forehead rags he had bundled up with ice to be replaced to ensure that their temperatures we’re still going down . Before he could do that however he needed to rinse them out first to cleanse them of the melted ice , and sweat the cloths had accumulated . 

With the dawn approaching in only a few hours , he’d been up throughout the night attending to his patients through each minute of their discomfort . Helping to ease their burdens with his medicines , attention , and his care . 

A half written journal entry awaiting him on a desk nearby . 

Truth be told , while he certainly didn’t mind helping those in need ... this certainly wasn’t what he’d been envisioning . 

When he’d first planned out this excursion outside of Liyue’s borders into that of Inazuma he assumed that he’d be able to spend more of his time exploring it’s wilderness from island to island . Searching for plants , seeds , and seeing what it’s unique tropical environment had to offer him in terms of wild life . He certainly figured that there’d be much to discover , to study , and potentially bring back with him to Liyue in a few month’s time when the Crux fleet returned . 

It also certainly wasn’t his first time traveling to Inazuma ... but it was his first time traveling it as a human . Rather than whom he previously was , the demon who’d arrived to rob them of their treasures . 

Getting to work in swapping out their cloths , he was fortunate that his skill as a medical physician had permitted him entrance given Raiden Shogun’s Sakoku Decree . His skill made him valuable during these times . As evidenced by his current arrangements . 

He’d been able to slip past the primary island , not wanting to be restrained into working solely for one of the more wealthier families in power . It was clear that he was needed by the less affluent as they struggled in all aspects . Insecurities with food , water , proper housing , and mora running rampant as more funds were diverted to the war effort . 

As time passed , Shuichi dressed himself , changing out his his clothes and bathing himself thoroughly . Given his nature , he wasn’t one to get sick but given his profession that didn’t mean he couldn’t pass along something to others if he wasn’t careful . With the family of the Tenryou Commission guard attended to for now , he was free to attend to his own matters . 

Specifically , he wanted to tag along with a patient that had been granted an audience to see the head overseer of the Grand Narukami Shrine . He was a man that was once a swordsman , one of the best if the stories he’d been told were true . Unfortunately , one day it came to pass that his vision had been confiscated by decree of the commission . The man soon descended into what could only be described as a state of extreme mental anguish . 

Shuichi had been asked to evaluate the man by his students once they’d learned of his deeds in treating those in need , and he’d been able to deduce that the man was actually healthy for his age . Having evaluated the man thoroughly he could say so with confidence that no physical ailments or illnesses had caused his current state of psychosis . 

Nor was the man crying out for his vision to be returned either . His tormented screams appear to be for those he’d bested in his past . 

When one seeks to be the very best they can be in an art , or a craft , inevitably that means they’d have to go up against , and defeat someone of similar resolve or skill . Such encounters are impossible to avoid . 

You can’t further your own dreams , without ending someone else’s after all . 

He could only suspect that the man’s psychosis was brought on by the loss of his vision and if he was possibly bearing guilt for defeating other’s with similar passions . The weight of all that guilt might have been too much for him to bear without the resolve his vision brought him . 

That was his own speculation but he was curious to see what the head overseer might say , or perhaps be able to do for the poor man . 

Stepping out of the doorway with a face mask covering his lips , chin , and mouth from view . Putting on a sedge hat as he made his way over to the man’s dojo to await the arrival of one of the shrine’s maidens to escort them up the mountain . 

If he’d heard correctly ... one of the student’s had asked for clarification if the head overseer herself , Lady Yae would be attending to their master . Lady Yae ... that was a name he’d heard of many , many years ago when he’d first come to Inazuma’s shores as Yoko Kurama . Was this still the same priestess ? Or was this one of her descendants ? 

He’d find out soon enough . 

@sakuravulpine​

[hahahahahangst]

Oldest (Be The Young 47)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence] Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, angst] All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. One night, a fire erupts in her house. All that is left is a letter and a name: John Winchester.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

NOTE: if you’re just starting out reading this, I suggest you READ THIS FIC ON AO3, as I posted this on there in a REVISED, somewhat EXPANDED version, including journal entries and more accurate tags.

BTY MASTERLIST

GENERAL MASTERLIST

Oldest

Trying to live up to the girl they see 'Cause I knew somebody had to be Steady, safe, and focused If I'm not sure, won't show 'em When I fall, I feel all eyes on me But I guess somebody had to be Oldest, oldest

“Another brother?” Repeated Emily, staring at Adam’s body. “Did dad not know how to use a condom?” 

Dean and Sam raised their eyebrows. “Well- one thing is for sure: we need to hide him.” 

Castiel walked in between the trio and touched Adam. He immediately woke up, in pain. 

Confused, he started looking around. “Where am I?” 

“It's okay. Just relax, you're safe.” Said Sam, walking towards Adam, who had gone from confused to scared.

“Who the hell are you?” 

Dean glared over at Emily before he said anything. “You're going to find this a little...a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers.” 

“It’s the truth-” Said Emily. “see, that’s S-”

“Wait, I know who you are.” Adam raised hand to stop her. “The angels warned me about you.” 

“Warned? That’s hurtful.” Whispered Emily. Sam scowled at her. 

“Now where the hell is Zachariah?” Continued Adam.

Emily exhaled. “Oh, good, now he’s looking for the bald guy.”

“Emily, shut up-” Dean briefly turned towards her. “Adam, why don't you just tell us everything? Start from the beginning.”

“Well,” Adam hesitated. “I was dead and in Heaven.” He said. “Except it—it uh, kinda looked like my prom and I was making out with this girl, her name was Kristin McGee…” 

Dean interrupted him, way too interested in the topic. “Yeah, that sounds like heaven.” He smirked. “Did you get to third base?” Emily hit the back of his head. 

“Ignore him, Adam, his dick’s always hard.” She tightly smiled to Adam as he kept talking. 

“Well, these…these angels, they popped out of nowhere, and they tell me that I-I'm chosen.” 

“Let me guess…” Said Emily, opening a beer and taking place behind Sam’s chair. “They want you to ice the devil?” 

“Yeah, me and Micheal, we-” Emily almost choked on her beer. 

"You and who!?” She looked over to Castiel. 

“That’s not surprising, actually.” He said, firm. “I think they’re moving on from Dean.” 

“Are you saying that- since he’s also John’s son and Sam’s brother, he could be Micheal’s vessel?” Asked Emily.

“It’s not perfect, but possible.” 

Silence fell into the room. Emily looked at Sam and he reciprocated her gaze, a vague thought forming in the back of her brain. 

“Cas, does that mean that-” 

“Don’t even think about that!” Sam interrupted her. 

“Why not?” 

“Because no- you are not Lucifer’s vessel!” 

“Well I could, I mean- I am John Winchester’s child and I am Dean’s brother.” 

“You’re also Sam’s brother.” Dean pointed at her. 

Emily scratched her nose and looked at Castiel, confused. When he didn’t give her an explanation, she looked at Sam. “Adam’s also both- You know what, it doesn’t matter. Why would they use Adam as a rebound vessel?”

“Maybe they're desperate. Maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them.”

Emily barely reacted to that, still wrapped up in Castiel’s words' implications and in the logi behind it. If there was any. If Adam was an alternative vessel, she could also be one. 

Her attention was only back to the conversation when Sam named her, progressively upset. 

“...suddenly the angels have not one but possibly two plan Bs?” He pointed at Emily and Adam. “Does that smell right to anybody?”

Adam stood up. “You know this has been a really moving family reunion, but uh, I got a thing, so-” He tried to leave. 

“Yeah, no- Adam…” Emily pushed him back on the couch he was sitting on. “Whatever the angels told you- it’s crap, okay?” 

“I don’t think so.” “Why? Because they’re angels?” She mocked. “Well, welcome back to planet earth, angels are dicks!” 

Sam crossed his arms. “Did they tell you they were gonna roast half the planet?” He asked. 

“They said the fight might get pretty hairy, but it is the devil, right? So we got to stop him.”

“And you believed them?” Emily raised her eyebrows. Adam nodded. “Dude- it’s quite literally the apocalypse.” 

“Look, Adam- there’s another way, okay?” Said Sam. Dean rolled his eyes. 

“Great.” Said Adam, sarcastic. “What is it?” 

“We're working on ‘the power of love.’” Answered Dean, sarcastic. 

“Alright listen. You don’t know us- I get it, but please… just trust us.”

“Why would I do that?”

Emily looked over at Sam, not knowing what to say and sitting on the counter. “Because we’re blood.” She saw Dean roll his eyes again. 

Adam scoffed. “No, John Winchester was some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year. I don't have a dad. So we may be blood, but we are not family. My mom is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again. So no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you.”

Emily took over the conversation. “I’m sorry Sam, but I don’t think John is a good card to play. Never.” She said, sipping her beer. “Look, Adam- I know you don’t care about us, okay?” She climbed down the counter. “But we’re your best shot. I know being John’s child can be… questionable, hell- orphan is probably better than that, but-” 

“Emily, come on.” Dean interrupted her. 

“What? I’m sure you have wonderful memories with the man, Dean, but not me. Not Adam. We- We’re the illegitimate children, okay? Literal accidents. You know how many times dad visited me and my mom in Oregon before she died? Zero. I never had a father until he had to take me in for some stupid promise he made when he was probably drunk.” She exhaled. “And even then- it was still a crappy experience, but that’s not the point.” She turned back to Adam. “This is not about John Winchester, this is about your mom. Wouldn’t she be proud to know her son didn’t side with the bad guys?” 

Emily went to check on Dean. She locked the door of the panic room behind her and handed him a beer. 

“Is this really necessary?” Asked him, nervously opening the bottle. 

“Yes.” Emily leaned on the door, firm.

“You’re not letting Adam do it, are you?” 

“Of course not.” 

“Then what are you going to do?” Emily didn’t answer. “Figures.” 

“What am I supposed to do, uh? Let you out of here, into Micheal’s arms?” 

“The kid’s not taking a bullet for me.” Dean leaned on the desk that they had put in the corner. Emily rolled her eyes.

“He won’t. Sam’s keeping an eye on him.” 

“Emily, I’m serious.” Dean and Emily stared at each other for a second. Emily nodded. “I mean, think about how many people we’ve gotten killed.” 

Emily exhaled. “I swear to god-” Emily turned the other way around. “If you bring up Jo- I will break at least one of your bones.” 

“It doesn’t matter. You got my point. And I’m tired of fighting.” Dean paused. “Aren’t you?” Emily sharply turned back towards Dean. 

“Tired?” She repeated, upset. “You’re asking me if I’m tired?” She scoffed. “Dean. I’m fucking exhausted of fighting.” 

“Admit it, you would do the same thing if you were in my shoes.” 

“No.” She said. “I fucking wouldn’t. Not again.” Emily crossed her arms and walked towards Dean. “Because you know what happened last time I stopped fighting?” Dean nodded, silent. “That’s right. I fucking killed myself. So, no- I’m not going to let you be Micheal’s puppet. Not over my dead fucking body.” 

“You know if I really wanted- I’d be already out the door.” 

“Yeah-” She sighed. “Some things never change. You’d run me over with your car if it meant saving Sam.” 

Dean raised his eyebrows. “What are you? Jealous of Sam or something?”

“No, just- really? Dean, I’ve been in your position before. I know- It all feels like there’s no other option. But that’s not true, that’s what Micheal wants you to think.” She sighed. “Just like that was what Azazel wanted me to think.” Dean averted his gaze. “That’s right. You can avoid it all you want, but there’s no different between what I did and what you want to do. You’re siding with the bad guys so you can feel better about yourself. How did that work out for me?” 

“So what-” Dean looked at her, hesitating for a second. “What am I supposed to do?” Dean flopped on a chair, surrendered. Emily sat next to him. 

“I don’t know.” She whispered. “I’m sorry.”

[pine-dexter]

❛ enough lies. tell me the truth! ❜ for mabel?

"Mabel, dear, I am telling the truth! I don't understand where this is coming from." The distressed scientist exclaims, regarding his niece worriedly. "Did you hear something different?"

He'd been trying so hard to be more honest with his family. Had he overlooked something?

[collateraldamage-old]

TAGS

TAGS

#ooc - OOC posts, posts from the writer.

#collateral damage blog - IC blog posts, written by Aurelia, publicly accessible to anybody.

#journal - IC posts that are considered 'private', that is, other characters don't have access to these entries. You, the writer, can read them, but you can't use that knowledge IC.

#inspo - stuff I RB for aesthetic purposes, to help folks get to know Aurelia, etc.

#aurelia says - replies to asks, Aurelia's occasional public remarks.

#rp - RP posts.

#rp memes - self-explanatory.

#dash commentary - also self-explanatory.

#secrets - stuff relating to Aurelia's relationship with various Homelanders.

This post will be updated as needed.

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 5: Ice Cubes

Bearblr Promptober Day 4: Temperature Play

Summary: In which Carmen gets a reminder of his love for temperature play. Fluff.

Warnings: Nothing major, mentions of anxiety, swearing, written with fem reader who is a trauma surgeon (nothing gross described) in mind, she/her pronouns, mentioned fight with Richie, minor aches and pains.

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Reblogs appreciated. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list.

04 Oct 2024

Yeah, so, she learned she can fuck me up with ice cubes now.

I'm only a little scared.

Her place. Kitchen. I’m working on dinner. Braised short ribs, mashed potatoes. Ribs needed another 30 minutes, potatoes were simmering. She lingers around the kitchen despite standing for almost 20 hours at work because she says that if she sits down, she’s not going to be able to get back up. She’s nursing her gin and tonic. It’s a good day for her. Only 2 cases, she said, were “scary.” I zoned out while she was talking to me, tripped over my words when I tried to apologize, and she took my hand into hers. Fingers on her right hand were freezing.

She does this tiny nod when I’m fucking up, yeah? It’s this tiny little movement, usually has her head tipped back a bit, lips turned up a little at the corners. I didn’t know what to make of it when she did it the first time, but now it feels weirdly comforting? She listens? To everything I say? Like she actually hears me and doesn’t talk over me and doesn’t laugh at me when my stutter comes back and doesn’t try to offer advice the moment 6 words are out of my mouth. She just listens until I’m done talking. And if I ask her for help, she doesn’t throw a witty barb at me for it. She just does. She just helps. It’s comforting. I don’t feel invisible.

It’s everything.

So, I’m tripping over my words. And she waits for me to go quiet. And my face feels hot, and it feels like my lungs won’t fill up correctly because the other shoe is going to drop—I’m the other shoe, so I’m going to fuck this up, I know it. I always do. I keep not hearing her, but I’m trying, I swear to whatever the fuck is up there, I’m trying.

She unfurled my clenched fist and kissed my palm. Ghosted those cold fingers up my forearm. “Breathe for me, hm?”

I drew in and blew out a trembling breath.

“How’d work go today?”

“Richie-Richie and I, uh, got into it.” I squeezed my eyes shut, retreated from echoes of our argument. “Uh, not good,” I said, meeting her gaze. “It was. It wasn’t good. Uh, but you…?”

“Standard workplace gossip. How about we talk about it over dinner, hm?”

I nodded.

That little nod again. She brushed up and down my arm, and the cold—it was nice. Different from everything else I was experiencing. I brought her fingers to my cheek without thinking about it, let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Her eyebrows crashed together. She wriggled her hand out of mine and pressed the inside of her wrist to my forehead. “Oh, no. You’re burning up again.”

“I-I’m fine.” My eyes closed against my will. Words. Where are my fucking words when I need them?

“You sure? Headache, dizziness, um, pain anywhere?” She moved her hands to my chest, and her fingers landed on the sliver of skin over my collarbone that my t-shirt didn’t cover. “Your heart’s racing again, baby.”

I brought her hand back to my face. I couldn’t verbalize it through the noise in my head, but I needed the sensation of something cold against my skin. I must’ve made a face or something because then she uttered that soft sound she does when she figures something challenging out. Like those crossword puzzles or sudokus that she does while I massage her legs.

“Oh.” She flattened her hand against my cheek and pressed into my skin. “That?”

I nodded. “Yeah… Yeah.” I managed to get my eyes open. Meet hers. “I-I get really warm, um, when I’m nervous?”

Where were those words a second ago?

“Why are you nervous, baby?”

Again, with her asking extremely hard questions.

“I-I don’t know, I guess I’m just always nervous?”

“Okay. Do cold things help?”

I managed a nod.

She fished an ice cube out of her glass. Studied my face while she cupped it in her hand and pressed it to the side of my neck. Fuck, it felt good. It was mercy from the heat of the stove, from the heat of the kitchen all day, this sharp, clear, crisp sensation of biting cold on my skin. She hummed, painted her other hand up and down my sternum. Droplets of water trickled down my neck and soaked into my shirt. Again, my eyes drifted closed without my input.

“You know, temperatures can be used as physical grounders,” she murmured.

“Hm?”

“It can help with anxiety or strong emotions to try finding things to ground you to the present and now.” Her other hand carded through my hair. “There’s this nurse at my work—her name is Monique, she’s fantastic, I’d lose my mind without her—and during my first week when I was frazzled out of my mind, she brought me a couple ice cubes from the ice machine. She told me to squeeze them in my hand until they melted. I did it on my lunch breaks.”

I pried my eyes open to meet hers. “And it-it helped?”

She offered me a warm smile. “It’s okay if you want to close your eyes, sweetheart.”

“You’re beautiful. I want to look at you.”

She beamed. Kissed my forehead and my nose. “You’re so sweet, Carm. Yeah, it, um, it helped. It gave me something to pay attention to when I kept wanting to think about how my attending chewed me out for my notes.”

Yeah, learned a thing. Apparently, people are shitty in medicine, too.

“Mm, does it just help when you’re nervous?” Her hand skated down my torso, crept under the hem of my shirt, flattened against my stomach. “Or does it do… other things?”

“No, I-I like ice.” My face got hot again.

She grinned. “I had a feeling. Didn’t think we’d be getting to kinks this fast, huh?”

The fuck was I supposed to say to that?

She tossed the mostly melted ice cube into the sink and went to the freezer. Asked casually, “Where do you want this one?”

The potatoes threatened to boil over, so I darted back over to the stove to turn the burner down. Fished a wedge out, poked it with a paring knife. Not tender yet. Before I could think about getting back to her about her question, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed against my back, lifted the hem of my shirt. I drew my shoulders in without realizing it.

“Shhh, relax,” she cooed. Her closed fist traced up my torso and rested on the center of my chest. Then she opened her hand and pressed ice to it. It was instant, the tension leaving my spine, like a thread of sinew snapping under a dull blade. My head dropped back against her shoulder without my permission. Eyes slid closed again. Knees thought about buckling, but her arm tightened around my waist to offer support. A pleasant heat stirred in the pit of my stomach at the sensation.

“F-fuck…”

She hummed again. Kissed my temple. “Ohh, that’s it, huh, pretty boy?”

I only managed to curl a hand around the back of her thigh as a response. Maybe I was tired before she put the ice to my chest, maybe it was a result of the ice itself—doesn’t matter, I felt like I was made of lead. My head, it was heavy, like I had a pillow over it trying to block out noise from the neighbors while I slept. My hands ached, my knees ached, my feet could’ve been tied to cinder blocks.

“Fuck, I forgot how good ice feels,” I whispered.

Fuck, it never felt this good without her.

“Yeah?” Her lips at my ear raised the hairs on the back of my neck. “Then maybe we get to this after dinner, hm? How’s that sound?”

I nodded. Managed to breathe out, “Please.”

She made sure I was steady before she withdrew. Tossed the ice into the sink. Sipped her drink. “So, how can I help with dinner?”

[collateraldamage-inc]

TAGS

#ooc - OOC posts, posts from the writer.

#collateral damage blog - IC blog posts, written by Aurelia, publicly accessible to anybody.

#journal - IC posts that are considered 'private', that is, other characters don't have access to these entries. You, the writer, can read them, but you can't use that knowledge IC.

#inspo - stuff I RB for aesthetic purposes, to help folks get to know Aurelia, etc.

#aurelia says - replies to asks, pretty much.

#rp - RP posts.

[jacobotaidgh]

Info - WIP

[ Interacts from @smearrpsmore, rules here. ]

Info and tags under the cut.

This is both a narrative  AND ic blog as well. There is only ONE timeline to this blog, but there WILL be metatextual shenanigans.

This post will be updated as needed, including with a full bio eventually, and headcanons. Info I DO have is here, and will be more detailed in the future.

Timeline here, if you want a summery of events and links to the most pertinent ones. There is also a list of plot beats I’d like to hit, if you want to be part of them, feel free to use this knowledge to meta game a little. 

If your character is from a universe that KNOWS of Jack or the movies he’s in, your character may mention it.

Tags:

Mod art - Art I make

jackposting - jacks blog posts

action post - posts that are narration and plot relevant.

aes - things jack likes

plot aes - ooc aesthetics and posts that set the mood im going for

ask - for asks

open starter - feel free to reply to one of them! 

gallery - OOC potc posts

tba

Headcanons:

full name is Jacob O’taidgh

Jack is cafab and genderfluid, and uses they/he pronouns. Bi, with a pref for ladies.

Biracial, his dad being caucasian and his mom southern asian. (i have textual reasoning for this, ill explain when i have time.)

tba

the journal:

A book Jack found. Basically, it is a diary with internet access.

It’s pages are web pages, and he can use a feather quill like a stylus to interact with it. 

When he writes a dated entry, and finishes it, it will be ‘posted’ to tumblr. Notes will be seen when he clicks on the number, and it’ll flip to a new page and show them.

If your character messages him directly, it will create a new page. He will write under the message to respond. Before the chat pages, is an index of chats.

He can make private entries as well, by not adding a date, but instead, a title.

tba

I used to run a jack blog all the way back in 2014. i missed him a lot. ive tried picking him back up again, but this time i have a STORY!!! uncover it with me :)

[thespianthelesbian]

Dear boyfriend,

Dear boyfriend, 

If you keep using my toothbrush, even though I’ve bought you SEVERAL, you’re sleeping outside. This is just the beginning of the point of this letter though, so below is a list I’ve compiled of things that are NOT okay to do:

Stealing people’s toothbrushes

Pretending to be the shapeshifter come to take revenge to scare people (me)

Telling people in the supermarket intrusive and (mostly) fictitious information about our sex life

Asking random townspeople to buy you women’s lingerie

Moving the recliner twenty inches to the left so Stan misses it entirely when he flops back onto it

Convincing Dipper that reality is actually a very detail-oriented simulator and that acknowledging this mentally WILL get him deleted (the poor boy couldn’t sleep for WEEKS!!)

Hosting ‘book club’ in the Bunker

Inappropriate use of handcuffs

Building booby traps to catch ‘that one creepy sad guy’ (Toby Determined has enough to deal with without being ridiculed and caught up in nets.)

Drinking Mabel Juice. EVER.

[chill-bunn-sage]

✨Welcome everyone!✨

Well, time for a pinned post :D

-inhales deeply-

SO! Hi, welcome to my FFXIV blog that’s here to scream about MSQ, post screenies of my WoL, and some light RP and headcanon word vomit when I have the spoons for it!

Y’all can call me Kryss or Aster, and my goober Krysanthe is mostly just… a bunn. A goof. A silly lore-compliant self-insert lmao.

I love her and would break the world for her. She’s just trying her best and keeps getting in situations!

Now that that’s outta the way, Here are the ground rules:

I am over the age of 21. If you’re under the age of 21, do not follow me. Not for any nsfw reasons, I’m just very old and tired.

I will usually tag spoilers to err on caution, but if you think I missed something just send me an ask.

Any questions asked about my WoL will be answered IC for her. I love me some character development questions.

I mainly keep my RP regulated to here and in-game, and if you wanna friend me in-game, go ahead 👍🏽

If you have any kinda beef with me, just lemme know.

Also here’s her carrd: [X]

And that’s it! Lemme know if you guys have any questions and if you guys read my pinned post, thanks for taking the time to do it!

Edit: Ah, in case y’all are interested in learning a little more about the bunn, her journal entries are here in case you ever want to give her a read

Edit 2: forgot I changed my carrd URL but the link works now aaaaaa!!!