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bluem1lls · 17 hours ago
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hi hi ! i saw your post about wanting some se-mi requests and i was wondering on how se-mi would react to having a s/o that tends to zone out / dissociates during the games whenever they're parted from se-mi / can't stay near her because it causes their separation anxiety </3 like it's a way for the reader to feel less anxious or stressed and the reader seems to lighten up whenever they're near se-mi or notices she's alive , sorry if that's alot ! 😭
✧₊⁺ we'll go home (together)
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se-mi x fem!reader
✦ synopsis: as you try to survive the games with your girlfriend, you can't help but to dissociate when she's not nearby. lucky for you, she never wants to leave your side.
content: just a short fluff, reader usually zones out when she's not with se-mi
authors note: thank you for the request! it's rlly short because i'm writing this at my office bye i have dedication!!!!!! but i hope u like it!
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✧₊⁺ first of all, your girlfriend would never leave you alone. like ever. i think she would die if that happened.
✧₊⁺ but there's this one situation in mingle where you guys were running along with min-su as a group of three and in the rush, someone pushed her.
✧₊⁺ when you saw her on the ground you almost choke yourself. what if she dies? what if that hurted her head? what if she can't move to run with a group? what if-
✧₊⁺ as you start to hyperventilate you try and run to your gilfriend, failing as min-su pushes you into a room with another guy and closes the door.
✧₊⁺ "hey, i saw her. she got up and ran with another group. she's okay" he said, touching your shoulder.
✧₊⁺ you won't believe him until you see her.
✧₊⁺ you start to dissociate. you can see min-su talking but you can't hear him. your mind filled with thoughts. 'i hope she's okay. she better be okay'.
✧₊⁺ tears start falling from your eyes because what kind of girlfriend are you? leaving her there? it was an accident but-
✧₊⁺ the doors unlock. you run outside as you stare everywhere.
✧₊⁺ she's not here. she's not here. she died. min-su lied-
✧₊⁺ you feel soft arms wrapping you, she deposits a kiss to your temple.
"i'm here baby" she says as you hug her back, your tears going down your cheeks.
"i'm-m so so sorry i'm so sorry...i tried but-" i sobbed against her, her hand caressing my hair to try and calm me.
"sh sh, baby i know. i told min-su to pull you away. i'm here okay? i'm never leaving you"
you believe her. she better not.
✧₊⁺ you're just so used to her, you kinda forgot how it is when she's not there.
✧₊⁺ like the first time you two sleep together, she wakes up first, smiling as she sees you all comfy. she kisses your entire face. when she's done, she gets up, heading to talk with the guys until you wake up. she thinks you'll wake up and follow her, after all you know that when she's not with you, she's with her friends.
until she thinks it's been a little too much time. she starts to worry, going back to your bed.
she finds you there, staring at a blank point on the wall.
"baby?"
you lift your head, she's back!
your face lightens up, a soft smile appearing.
"i missed you" you say as she smirks, getting closer to you. your face in her hands, softly kissing your lips.
"good morning princess, what's wrong? i was waiting until you wake up but i got worried. it's been a while." she frowned.
"i thought you.. left or something" i mumble as her face scans my features. a hint of worry through her eyes.
"baby, what?-" she says, shocking her head no. "no princess i'd never leave you, wherever i go, you come with"
i nod as she kisses my lips again and again.
"i love you"
"i love you princess"
✧₊⁺ of course, when the fourth game comes and it's an individual one, you're shaking.
✧₊⁺ she's too, she just doesn't want you to see it, or it'll make you more nervous.
✧₊⁺ "it's okay baby, this is our last game and then we vote to leave okay? its the last time you're gonna be appart from me. i swear" she says, hugging me as i return it, squeezing her.
it's hard to focus when you're not with her, but you try to get past it. after all, if your girlfriend comes out and you don't, she'll be heartbroken. you don't want that.
✧₊⁺ finally, you made it through. as you're out of the room, you sit there waiting for her.
of course she comes a few minutes later with a smug smirk. she's so cocky.
as she sees you, her face lightens up.
and as you see her, you get up to run to her arms.
✧₊⁺ she kisses you with a soft chuckle.
"what did i said? together. i bet you did so good, my pretty girl" she says smiling.
✧₊⁺ you think you might melt right there and then. you nod, never leaving her arms.
"can we go home now?" you say as she nods.
"let's vote and go home".
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redbleedingrose · 1 day ago
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Can you please write cute fluff headcanons of the acotar men ( whichever you want to write about) pampering their fem s/o with a massage because they see her tense with stress? Please and thank you .
Pleaseeee, the Bat Boys and Vanserra Bro's know how to treat their girls, especially when they are stressy spaghetti!!
I kind of want to split this up into a mini series, so I will do Rhys first. Let me know who y'all want second in the comments!
Rhysand
okay first off, why are you even stressed? This male does his very best to make sure his darling is never worried about anything.
But its okay, sometimes your emotions get the better of you. Not your fault darling, you're just his sweet girl who likes to worry your pretty head about things like how emotionally constipated Az is, or how Cassian is working overtime with his training after throwing out his back (embarrassing for the old ass male), and how Morr is being too secretive these past few months and something is definitely going on with her. Rhys thinks it is so adorable how you worry about the members of the inner circle, how you take care of them in the ways that they need.
He loves watching you pitter patter around the apothecary, trying to gather materials to create a balm for Cass' back. And he can't help but muse over you fussing over Azriel, forcing him into the settee in your office and having yourselves a little therapy session (he knows he will hear the tea about it later when you both go to bed, and he cannot wait). He does moan and groan when you plan for a girls night out with Amren and Morr, he wants to have some alone time with his mate, but you settle into his lap and pepper kisses all over his face and neck putting him into a lovesick daze before rushing off with a promise of what is to come when you arrive home from your night.
Anyway, you do sometimes get overwhelmed, you care so much. You worry about Rhysand, you worry about the inner circle, and more, you worry about Velaris and the entire night court. Being the first high lady of the Night Court has designed a load of pressure on you to be perfect at all times, to always say and do the right thing. And Rhys, well he grew up with that pressure. He knew this was going to happen to him, but he cannot imagine the stress you give yourself. Again, you care so deeply, and that is one of the things that made Rhys fall for you, so much so, he physically aches when you aren't around.
You always try to hide when you feel overwhelmed, too embarrassed and ashamed to admit it. Part of you doesn't want to bother the high lord, knowing he, himself, is incredibly busy putting out fires on a daily basis, and handling it with such grace. It is almost annoying how effortless Rhys rules. But Rhys knows. He knows you, and he knows your heart and soul. You don't have to tell him you are feeling overwhelmed.
He can feel it, he can see it. He notices everything about you. He clocks the crinkle of concern between your eyebrows, the way your hands shake ever so slightly as you read through and sign the most tedious and boring paperwork, the way you twist and turn the custom wedding ring on your finger, the way you shake your right leg as it rests across your other leg and how you pause it when you finally become aware you are doing it, only to start again. You are teeming with anxiety, and he will do everything in his power to get you to relax. He can't have his beautiful wife worried like this, oh no, not at all. You are too good, too pure, too precious to him to ever allow such a thing.
After deciding he has seen enough of his pretty girl worrying, he swoops you up, out of your chair and into his arms, right where you belong, carrying you just like he did on your wedding night, his stunning bride. He ignores your protests with a firm shake of his head, and kissing the side of your head with a small hum, tightening his grip on your squirming thighs and right at the edge of your breast, carrying you out of your office and into your shared bath. Halfway to the bathroom, you gave up your fussing and settled into his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head into his warm chest. He sets you down gently onto the counter, and traces his hands up your sides and settling onto your jaw, softly kissing every part of your face he can reach, focusing his attention on your rounded cheeks, pouted lips, fluttering eyes and your temple instead of answering your questions on what you are doing in your bathroom when you each have mountains of paperwork lining your desks that need to be completed before the winter solstice next week. "Darling, I don't mean to hush you, but hush. You, my mesmerizing mate, are too stressed out for your own good. I don't want you to worry about a single thing, and I will take care of it."
You immediately go into full denial mode, rambling with a quivering lip, "I can handle it Rhys, I am High Lady, and this is my duty, and I know what I am doing." Your husbands violet eyes twinkle as they normally do when they are focused in on you, and he listens on as you bubble out excuses and far fetched tales describing how you "really aren't stressed" and have "no idea what he is talking about," all the while rubbing at your tense shoulders and kissing the side of your mouth until he finally hushes you again. "S'alright baby, I know. I know you can handle it and that you know what you are doing. But if I am being honest, sometimes I get overwhelmed. And I just need you, I need you to be close to me. So will you please take this bath with me doll? I will even feed you chocolate covered strawberries and give you a massage with that lavander oil you love so much after."
The pecks to the side of your mouth were enough to convince you to stay with your mate, and follow through on his plans for a relaxing evening, but you didn't need to tell him that. The chocolate covered strawberries and full body massage are just an added bonus. The quirk of your lips is enough for your mate to vanish both your clothes and place you into the warm bath in front of him, holding your back close to his chest. He washes your hair, even letting the conditioner sit in while he presses his fingers into the tight knots in between your shoulder blades. After washing each other off, you both find yourselves snuggling in your bed designed for his large illyrian wings. You lay your head against his corded chest, giving into the deep sleep that calls you as he holds you pressed up against him.
Thank you so much for reading! Please like, comment, and reblog! It mean's the world to me.
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dearlot · 2 days ago
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wait the thing you said about lottie walking in on u jerking off at the wellness centre & asking if you need help. 🤯. #needthat
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a/n: didn't expect it to get this long but erm 🥸 reader is afab.
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Your toes curl with excitement, and your belly flips as you prepare for the night, smiling to yourself as you plop your head against the soft pillows. God, you've been waiting for this all fuckin' day. All you could think about as you helped Lottie around the center was going back to your room and making yourself cum. But you haven't been able to touch yourself in a hot minute because of how busy you are as Lottie's new assistant. And when you do get the urge to masturbate after a stressful day, you're either too tired or too lazy. Today you were both, but you were able to go home earlier than usual and you knew that if you didn't take the opportunity to jerk off tonight, it'd be weeks until your clit was finally satisfied. It was hard to work sometimes because of the constant throbbing, and maybe you did excuse yourself to the bathroom a couple of times to try and relieve the aching but couldn't go through with it. It was like everyone knew you were trying to jerk off and decided to walk into the bathroom before you were able to cum.
It was pure torture.
And it certainly didn't help when Charlotte—Lottie— was one of those people who walked in. Honestly, you probably could have cum just from getting caught by her of all people (your crush on her is massive.), but you knew you'd let out a terribly loud moan and expose yourself. So you just warmed up your fingers while she did her business and left, thinking of how in the hell you could get through 5 more hours of this.
But you don't have to wonder anymore. You are going to lie here in bed for hours just cumming to make up for lost time. And, yes, you are a little disappointed you weren't able to bring your vibrator with you when you checked yourself into Lottie's center. You miss the powerful gal. It's a shame it won't be giving you your first orgasm in over a month, but your fingers are better than nothing.
You bite your lips softly as you trail your fingers down your chest, sighing softly at how you seem 10x more sensitive. Goosebumps form on your skin and cause you to shiver slightly, and you grin lazily as you think about what's next to come (Spoiler: it's gonna be you!).
Fingers touch the hair on your mound and you let out a louder-than-expected groan, peeking your eyes open like you've been caught. You flush with hot embarrassment but shake your head, continuing your movements downward and lightly touching your clit. Your hips jerk forward, desperate for more pressure. For a second you think about teasing yourself but you decide you're crazy. You need to cum now. You don't even care if you finish in seconds, you need it.
You gather your slick and rub it on your clit for a few seconds before plunging your fingers into your hole, eyes closing so hard you see moving stars. The lazy grin is back on your face as you move your fingers in and out, in and out, and you get off to the sound of your wetness echoing around the room. You grip the white bedsheets as you feel that familiar coil in your belly and sit up slightly, breathing heavily and moving your fingers even faster inside of you. The blankets are bothering you so you decide to kick them off with a huff and spread your legs further apart, hips chasing your fingers as they work inside of your cunt. The coil gets hotter but you can't seem to unleash it. You know you're so close but at the same time, it's miles away. You let out a frustrated grunt and tilt your head back in irritation, closing your eyes and trying to melt your brain into a puddle of nothing so you can relax.
It works too well apparently, because you can't even hear your bedroom door open and notice Lottie walk in with a stunned look on her face. She freezes, eyes glued to your sopping wet pussy and the way you move your fingers so roughly. Realization hits her when she feels a throb of her own down there, and she quietly closes the door. Lottie feels excitement surge through her as she watches like a voyeur, her fingers twitching as she imagines that they're her own instead of yours.
You still can't cum.
You whine in frustration and flop on your back, moving your fingers back to your clit and opening your eyes to stare at the popcorn ceiling.
"Do you need my help?"
You choke at the sound of the voice and sit up, eyes widening in horror when you see Lottie standing there. You fish for your blanket and attempt to cover yourself up but she raises her hand, signaling for you to stop. Lottie walks slowly and calmly over to your bed, and you feel your clit pulse uncontrollably as she sits down next to you.
"I-I'm sorry..." you mumble, not really knowing why you apologized. It was she who walked in without knocking...
Lottie shushes you and you clamp your mouth shut immediately. "I asked you a question."
To be completely honest, you can't remember what she even said.
"Do you need help touching yourself?" she raises her voice a little, making you flush at how assertive she sounds.
Once you let out a small and squeaky "yes", her hands rip the rest of the blanket off you and travel up your thighs. She pushes you back on the bed and looms over you, making your hips involuntarily thrust up into her. Her neck veins are so visible it makes you feel like a vampire ready to feed. All you wanna do is lick them.
"I'll take good care of you, don't you worry," she smiles a smile that teeters on the edge of predatory. Lottie scoots down your body until she's face to face with your wet heat. Her mouth waters at your scent. "You can't tell anyone about this though, you understand? What would everyone think if they knew I had my mouth on such a young member of this community?"
An open-mouthed kiss is placed on your clit.
You lurch forward and hover your hand over her head, feeling unsure if you should touch her. She smiles up at you, eyes bright and gleaming, and lifts her head until it touches your palm.
"Don't be so shy. You can touch me."
You push her back down toward your pussy and she gets to work, licking up to your clit and sucking it into her mouth.
Tonight is going to be one you won't forget for a long, long time.
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rainofthestorm · 3 days ago
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"I'm not sure what you mean," she says hesitantly. "What about caves?"
She looks at me, puzzled, an eyebrow raised as she pauses in the middle of taking notes.
The empty cavern behind her waits, the calm before the storm. We can't help but look at it, our attention drawn away from the bemused doctor by the ridiculous imposition of dim and foreboding space in the midst of an otherwise bright office space.
The light doesn't quite touch it, we notice. There's not really a clear boundary to it, but nor is it blurry or fuzzy. It is... simply there. A space-that-should-not-be.
The doctor politely coughs to get our attention. "Sorry." We try to tear our attention away from the aberrant space.
"Have you been sleeping well?" The doctor asks. We take a moment to consider. Our memory is... not what it once was. Was it ever clear, actually, or was that simply an illusion afforded us out of denial? We cannot say, we cannot know.
"I think so," we say, hesitantly. More tapping of fingers across her keyboard. The space behind her beckons once again, waiting patiently.
"What is it you wanted to ask about caves?" the doctor asks, demanding our attention back once again. The word echoes strangely, the waiting cavern rippling almost imperceptibly. We hear our heartbeat for the briefest moment.
"Are they safe?" We finally ask, after several more moments. She wouldn't understand. Cannot see.
"Of course not," she says. "Not unless they have been thoroughly explored, reinforced, and are well maintained."
We nod, accepting, but knowing she doesn't quite understand. Who could? We certainly don't.
"Thank you, doctor." We stand without a word, finding rope and a simple torch in hand. Despite the brightness in the office, we turn it on. The beam crosses the threshold of the cave, and illuminates within.
Without another word, we step past the doctor into the waiting cavern behind her. The brightly-lit office fades from sight, and sound, and memory.
We have a cave to explore.
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coyotelip · 2 days ago
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wolfstar microfic: first death || surgeon!remus × student!sirius || @wolfstarmicrofic || wc: 510
Sirius chose this career because he wanted to save lives, but when he leaves the operating room for the first time, he has only the blood of an innocent person who took their last breath too soon on his hands.
The chairs in the hallway under fluorescent lights are there for family members, but it is Sirius who falls into an empty seat when his legs no longer hold him. All the other seats are vacant. The woman on their operating table didn't even have relatives who were willing to bite their nails under the operating room and worry about her. Now it was just Sirius.
Staring at his snow-white crocs, he notices tiny drops of blood on the tops - evidence of his first surgery as an assistant. His eyes do not leave them, and Sirius tries to count the exact amount when another pair of shoes comes into view. Gray and worn loafers. No doubt they have been washed many times, but still, upon closer inspection, he sees faded stains of blood and other liquids that will never disappear from the fabric.
The next thing he sees is a hand holding a chocolate bar. Sirius recognizes the bar from the cafeteria snack machine. A protein bar with coconut.
“Here,” a voice says, making Sirius look up. “It'll make you feel better.”
The man in front of him is Dr. R.J. Lupin, the lead surgeon at the clinic. The man for whom Sirius was the assigned assistant today. They hadn't had a chance to get to know each other properly because of the quick call to the operating room, so this is the first time Sirius has seen him without a mask on his face or a cap on his head. The mask and protective glasses have left fine lines on his skin, and his hair is tousled. His eyes are red and full of tiredness from hours of surgery, but despite this, his thin and pale lips are stretched in a smile aimed at Sirius.
His stomach turns at the thought of food, but out of politeness, Sirius takes the bar and places it in his lap. “Thank you,” he says quietly.
“I understand, the first ones are always hard,” the man suddenly continues, and Sirius can hear the sincerity in his voice. The tired sincerity of those words, because the surgeon knows what he's talking about. “But you'll get used to it over time. It's a shame it was your first… but if the next one is successful, try to keep it in mind.” Dr. Lupin folds his hands behind his back and leans over the young postgraduate student slightly to speak more softly. “Unfortunately, we're not gods or wizards, we can't save everyone… but we do our best to do so.”
“How… how long have you been in surgery?” the question comes to Sirius' lips. Dr. Lupin doesn't look all that much older than Sirius, but his wrinkle lines and confidence with the scalpel show his experience.
“Three years,” he answers calmly, sighing heavily. “But each death doesn't make it any easier. Especially when it's a young person.”
And without waiting for another question, the man turns on his heel and disappears through the office door.
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possibilistfanfiction · 3 days ago
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i really enjoyed the back and forth that cait and vi had where she asks her whether she’s been to university. i think they’re two people that match each other’s energy so well and truly understand each other even when they were just getting to know each other.
so maybe a prompt where they have their first big fight that they haven’t been able to work through like they usually do and jinx is the bridge that connects them both and helps them see where the other is coming from? i love reading about jinx’s relationship with the two of them and how she still struggles with thoughts of letting vi go to be loved by cait too.
[jinx the mvp, 10/10 little sister. lots of u wanted some more jinx interacting with cait / vi + cait which like same! additionally, p obviously hints at autistic cait bc 10/10 also. their argument is truly so dumb but hard relate lol]
//
tense is an understatement, but, you swear, it's totally not your fault.
or, at least, you're mostly sure: you had a full day of classes, and then your lab work study, and you made out a little and then napped in ekko's dorm. you didn't sleep over because vi had told you that caitlyn was going to come over tonight, and, despite her being annoying and prissy and the two of them sometimes having sex loud enough you could hear it through the wall, she does always bring you the best takeout from all of your favorite restaurants, orders way more than you could afford. it was, definitely, a necessary bribe the first few times, but it's been almost half a year of cait and vi, so you've accepted your fate now; she doesn't need to know that, though, because it's fucking boiling outside and you can't wait for the fancy greek salad and fresh squeezed lemonade you know will be sitting in the fridge for you.
you expect to walk in to the two of them canoodling on the couch or some other gay activity like scrabble (vi is a horrible speller, so it's kind of pathetic, in your opinion, that she lets caitlyn suggest it and agrees every time) or watching killing eve for the bazillionth time (less pathetic, and much hotter, but still) or carefully compiling all of the gear you need for your climbing trip over the weekend (the best overall option, because, obviously, but it's still too devoted for your liking).
instead, when you open the door and go through your daily routine of flinging all of your stuff all over the entryway that vi insistently keeps spotless, just like the rest of the apartment other than your room, and yell honey, i'm home!, you're met with stony silence, and then a stressed, 'hey,' from vi, slumped over at the kitchen island, glumly sitting on a bar stool with her chin in her hand.
'uh, hello.' you rummage around in the fridge and easily find, just like you dreamed, your salad and lemonade, and there's even some baklava left out on the counter — more than one portion, and you kind of know, already, that things had really nosedived. you sit down next to vi. 'sooooooo... where's our esteemed dr. kiramman?'
vi sighs, totally put out. '"taking a walk,"' complete with air quotes.
you hmm around a bite of mostly feta, perfect in your book. 'first fight?'
vi pinches the bridge of her nose; her shoulders and jaw are set in a way that you recognize from your entire life watching her try not to cry.
'okay, well, what did you do that was wrong, and what did she do that was wrong?' vi turns to you, all of the anger seeping out of her glare when you hold up your hands in defeat. 'i mean, it's usually a two way street, right?'
'you've gone to way too much therapy.'
you laugh, and it gets vi to crack a smile. the reality is that you're going to be on a bunch of medications and in psychiatric care, hopefully outpatient, for the rest of your life, but, honestly, you're basically killing it: you're hot, brilliant, and haven't had any delusions or psychotic episodes in well over a year — total triple threat.
you nudge vi in the shoulder. 'so what happened?'
'i don't even know,' she laments, genuinely dramatic. 'we were having dinner, and things were fine, i was telling her about one of the calls i went on today, and then she just, i don't know. started acting really short with me, and irritated for no reason, and it just... spiraled, i guess. we were both frustrated, and i was unkind, and she cried, and then she said she needed to take a walk.'
you finish chewing your bite. 'well, that doesn't sound, like, horrible. and, no offense, i'm sure she had a reason.'
vi picks at the mostly-healed scab on one of her knuckles. 'i have so many shortcomings, compared to her.'
you roll your eyes. 'you're the best person i know. i will deny it until the day i die, but you are, vi.' sometimes, you still want to keep vi all to yourself, but she's been happier these past six months than you've ever seen her. 'you know that's not what i meant.'
'whatever.'
'look, i'm sure it's more than just you.' caitlyn is, overall, a fairly patient person, and she's been gentle to your sister in the most important ways.
'you just said it was because of me.'
you groan. 'this is why you got in a fight. did you have a bad day too?'
the scab on her knuckle comes off and the cut underneath starts to bleed; vi presses her thumb into it. you hand her a napkin instead, waiting patiently until she takes it. maybe your petulance was an inherited trait, you think. 'i couldn't get someone's pet out in time. a cat; i just couldn't find it, and, i don't know. it's my job, and i did all i could, and i got yelled at for staying inside too long, and i'm just —' tears well at her eyes, and she's always been so soft — 'i'm so tired. i didn't want to have a fight.'
shushing her with platitudes would never go well, but you've grown to understand that vi missed five years of gentle touch, probably when she needed it the most. it's not often you get to take care of her, but you're thankful you can help now, at least a little. she leans into your hug and cries into your shoulder, and you just let her. 'you gotta stop staying in burning buildings too long, you know. scares the shit out of me.'
'i know,' vi mumbles into your shoulder. 'i don't — i don't mean to. scare you, at least.'
'well, maybe cait was scared. maybe, she didn't express it well.'
'that... could be part of it,' vi admits, perking up a little: that's not insurmountable.
'it's good, you know, that she took a walk. great coping skill, grounding through bilateral movement.' vi stares at you blankly, although it's just an act because she's been to years of your therapy with you and knows exactly what to do when you're having a hard time. you personally haven't talked to caitlyn outright about details, either, but you're sure vi has and you're definitely not unaware: caitlyn stims, like, all the time, in subtle ways but ones you recognize, and she hates eggs because of their texture, and you've watched her have little mini meltdowns over crags being crowded, or traffic being worse than it showed on the map; just last week when vi got her annual "summer haircut" without telling caitlyn first she'd excused herself for a moment to, you're pretty sure, cry in the bathroom — nothing to do with control, only needing more processing time and space to adjust to change. 'i'm sure her brain gets overwhelmed sometimes, too. big emotions, and being tired, and eating noises? nightmare blunt rotation, for me at least.'
vi thinks about it for a moment, and then she, thankfully, laughs. 'you wouldn't last a day in prison.'
'so true,' you say, and you don't let the grief eat at you, not right now. 'but you did, and you should eat your baklava before she comes back.'
vi looks at the dessert, a little stressed, but you just shrug and offer her a small fork from the drawer.
'i'm going to my room to eavesdrop.' you grin and put your share on a small plate. 'if you need me to cause a commotion, we can have a code word. i have plenty of things going on that would explode safely.'
'not too words that i feel confident in as a pairing.'
'thinking of the security deposit. very wise.'
it has its intended effect: vi snorts a laugh and takes a small bite, pleased at the honey and pasty and pistachio.
you squeeze her shoulder. 'love you, sis.'
she puts her hand on top of yours: always bigger, always stronger and steadier, always gentler. 'love you too.'
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you do listen to them, whatever, once cait comes back. she apologizes, and then vi apologizes, and you live text the entire thing to ekko because otherwise it'd probably be too sappy to endure. they get at the heart of it pretty quick, mostly thanks to your advice to vi, thank you very much. apparently, caitlyn felt overstimulated from a few long work days with way too much masking, and the heatwave, and not enough sleep, and, unsurprisingly, you were right that she was frustrated with vi putting herself in danger and also chewing her gyro too loudly. vi had gotten frustrated because she was confused what she'd done wrong, and why caitlyn was upset, and she was really hungry because she'd skipped lunch so she already didn't want to have a long conversation while they ate, and, bigger than all of that, she always worries that she's not good enough, that she can't save everyone. her voice breaks a little when she explains.
'oh, darling,' caitlyn says, which, in ekko's words when you text him, barf, 'you can't save everyone.'
'yeah,' she croaks in a reluctant agreement.
'but you've done so well by your family, and those who love you. we don't need saving, we just need you.'
when vi starts to really cry at that, like, maybe you shed a tear or two as well, because caitlyn is an outsider. she hasn't know you your whole life, and she didn't know you when you had no idea what was real or not, when you thought vi — visiting you in that cold, damp tent, patiently, not forcing you to leave, for weeks on end — was some sort of ghost, when you spent days unable to fully wake up or stop moving, some horrible purgatory, when you were hospitalized and in withdrawal and the doctors hadn't figured out the right dosage of the right meds yet. even though you know vi has explained the basics, there's no way for caitlyn to fully understand that you did need saving — and vi did save you when no one else could.
but maybe she's right, at least now. you have a home and you know what's real, and vi isn't counting the endless, violent days of incarceration on her wall, tally marks stained in blood, and no one has done any big thing wrong; no one, really, is hurt.
ekko had dragged you into taking some queer poetics seminar, mostly because he wanted to and the idea of him pressing flowers into books and then reading you poems was not wholly unappealing, and you remember a fragment: i am not someone who likes to wound.
it's quiet, for a while, between the two of them, and then vi apologizes for causing even more sensory input by getting her tears on cait's shirt, and cait laughs, and you know vi is smiling, relieved.
'you can come out now, jinx,' vi calls, and you roll your eyes but you do go out to the living room to find them curled on the couch together before caitlyn gets up and pours herself a glass of wine and opens a beer for vi. you can't ever have alcohol, not on the long list of meds you have to take, but vi had gotten you a bunch of non-alcoholic beer to try: you don't have to say it, not anymore, but sometimes you still just really want to be like your big sister. ekko's gotten really into mocktail mixology for parties, and cait has brought over non-alcoholic wine too, a bottle every now and then. love shows up in all forms, so often.
you sit in your favorite reading chair, fluffy and overstuffed, while they get situated back on the couch, and accept the glass — the beer perfectly poured, annoying — from cait before she settles in.
'all good?'
vi hums and looks at caitlyn adoringly, and caitlyn runs her thumb over the tattoo on vi's cheek.
'ooookay, i'll take that as a yes. are you sure you don't want time for some more... intimate reconciliation? i can go to ekko's or hang out on vander's patio.'
'that's okay,' caitlyn says, and vi squeezes her hand. you get it: sometimes you don't really like touch, not like vi literally always does, especially when the world already feels too close and loud and sharp. but vi is kind, and she does her best to understand, and so they sit a little ways apart, just holding hands; you turn on housewives, because you and vi had succeeded in getting caitlyn invested and you were supposed to watch the new episode tonight anyway.
they both fall asleep on the couch later, vi's head in caitlyn's lap while she runs her fingers up and down the grain of vi's soft hair, nodding off eventually. you take a picture and send it to ekko before you get up to go try to wind down to sleep.
disgusting, he texts back. love them tbh
ugh. same
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antinous-of-ithaca · 3 days ago
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Open roleplay starter: Hold Them Down
Planning was not something he liked. He usually just went ahead and did whatever came into his mind and took it as a base. But he really couldn't do that now, could he?
Antinous had been eavesdropping on the conversations amongst the nobles, hearing their schedules, the upcoming events between kingdoms.. but none of them seemed like the moment to strike. There was always something that could go wrong.
Until that day. A diplomatic mission for the young prince while the rest of the nobles were entertained by some sort of dinner. That would be his chance. And what was even better, Penelope had recently given them a challenge.. which had only made them frustrated. Everything seemed to align so.. perfectly.
After watching every single suitor fail at their attempt of stringing that ancient bow (which he thought was going break after 2 attempts), he stood up. As usual, they expected him to say something; he was their voice, the only one who dared voice his thoughts without regard of who he might hurt by doing so.
"Screw this damn competition, we've been here for.. what? Hours? It's obvious we can't string that thing."
Antinous spoke up, playing with his dagger as his eyes darted around the room. His breath still had that scent of wine, despite having been sober for a week or two now.
"Fuck this damn challenge. We don't have to accept any more delays from her.. can't you see she's just playing with us?"
He asked the rest, watching their expressions change at the thought of being deceived by a woman, no less. He knew them to well.. just enough to make them upset about the whole thing.
Though, as he stepped closer to the center of the room, he began getting second thoughts.. he quickly suppresed them, knowing it was too late already.
"This is how Penelope is holding us down, like we are no better than animals. She's waiting until the prince is finally considered fit to rule. Where the hell is our pride and rage?! Where did our domain over this situation go?!"
His steps were calculated, he had planned this for weeks and he was not willing to let it all go to waste because of a miscalculation. Soon enough, he found himself in front of one of the tables in the middle of the room. He didn't even bother asking the rest to move, he just pushed through them and got on the table, just to make sure all 107 suitors could hear him speak. Despite feeling nervous as fuck, he tried to play confident as always.
@the-epic-amphinomus @sonofpolybus @bright-side-of-the-moon-tele @penelope-is-waiting @thetorturedsuitor
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backseatsoldier · 2 days ago
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"Broken", Not Stupid - 15: You're Pretty...
Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)
CW: Omegaverse; dehumanization
Author's Note: One more bit of soft before we get into the first part of 13 sharing her last fourteen years of existence with 141 <3 also some silly, 141 group chat things! :D
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<Ghost: I need you all at my place tomorrow. 10 am, no sooner. I'll make lunch and dinner. Nobody is crashing here, though.
>Cap: Everything alright?
>Gaz: It's not like you to not plan these things ahead. Are you ok?
>Soap: Is the lass alright?
<Ghost: I'm hoping to make everything alright. She said something tonight and it'll take all of us to get to the bottom of Salvation's bullshit. All of 141 and every resource we have, I think. But I want you all to hear her 'experience', as she calls it, with me.
>Cap: I assume you mean 13? Is she alright?
>Soap: IS SHE OK???
<Ghost: She's fine, Johnny. She agreed to sitting down with us all tomorrow, but this is going to take a while to get through. It's going to take more than one day of us sitting to listen.
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Simon sighs softly as the notification of Johnny starting a group call pops up on his phone. He quickly declines the call and begins texting again. Only one handed this time as his right hand falls to gently storke 13's head. His fingers comb through her short, unruly hair slowly.
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<Ghost: She's fine, Johnny. She's asleep on my lap right now.
>Gaz: Wait... on your lap?
>Cap: Unusual for you to be so causal about touch, Simon.
>Soap: ASELDKGFJLWIU
>Soap: YOU'RE CUDDLING?!
<Ghost: Would you three focus? This is important.
>Soap: Cuz you just adore her so much already?
>Soap: I saw the way you kept looking at her yesterday~ and watched you move between her and every potential 'threat'~
>Gaz: LOL can't wait to meet the woman who softened the big, bad Ghost up so quickly.
<Ghost: ... Anyway. I need all three of you here tomorrow at 10 am. No sooner than that, Johnny. We also need a way to record the conversation so we can take it to Laswell.
>Cap: I'll get something to record with. Kyle, Johnny, behave. Simon, get back to caring for her. Sounds like she needs it.
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With that out of the way, Simon locks his phone and sets it on the sidetable to his left. His eyes stay on 13's face, though, as his right hand continues moving through her hair.
"Wish I could say they were wrong," he mumbles.
13 shifts, rolling so her back is to the TV.
"The hell did they do to you, sweetheart? None of what you've told me so far is safe or healthy. Yet... you act like it's an average day," Simon whispers to 13's sleeping face.
Selene stands, stretching, once 13 settles again. Then the cat walks over to sit on Simon's other knee and stares at him.
"You're getting awfully comfortable, miss," he says to the cat. She blinks in response then Simon sighs and reaches up to remove the black surgical mask. "Better?"
Selene immediately starts purring and lays down on Simon's thigh, loafing happily there.
"Guess this is my life now, huh? Two independent women living side-by-side with me. Can't wait to see where this goes," he chuckles quietly.
13 mumbles in her sleep, drawing Simon's attention again. Her eyes open slowly to find him looking down... entirely without his mask. She hums as her eyes close again and she slides closer to him.
"Didn't know you'd be that pretty," she mumbles into his side before snoring softly.
Simon's shoulder relax slightly at her sleepy comment, but he shoots Selene a half-hearted glare.
"This is your fault. She was not supposed to see me any time soon," he whispers the reprimand to the cat. However, Selene seems entirely unbothered by the blame and simply closes her eyes.
With any luck, Simon thinks, she won't remember tomorrow.
I hope...
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Masterlist | CoD Masterlist | Part One
Tag List: @lucienofthelakes @lostintransist @demothers-empty-blog @scaredyspooks @tessakate @one-really-annoying-tree-rat @nerdyphantomtheorist @gazsluckyhat @peanutismynickname @jeanzoriley-cod
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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 2 days ago
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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
Author's Notes: he's getting there! sort of!
Content Warnings: tiny whump, faerie whump, crushed, broken bones, painful healing, magical healing
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Roughly every ten hours the potion wears off enough to drag the faerie from the painless embrace of sleep. Each time, Clara is there waiting with food, water, and another batch of the spell.
After his hip, she turns him over and heals his spine, which sends the poor thing into a panic, and she spends quite some time stroking his back and coaxing him to breathe until he calms enough to be able to eat a little. Soon he is begging for more medicine, and Clara is unable to deny him anything.
Next she fixes his collarbone and shoulders, but it's too soon after the last time, and the faerie becomes so worn out that he falls unconscious on his own. Clara has to re-wake him just long enough to sit up and take his medicine before he wilts back onto the towels. She gives him a long break, almost three full days to rest and eat, maintaining his pain relief through it all.
Caring for the faerie falls into such a routine that one night, Clara is going through the steps of preparing to bed and doesn't even bother to set the alarm; she has been waking before it anyway. The faerie has had a generous dose of his draught and is sleeping soundly in the kitchen. She falls asleep unconcerned.
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In the morning Clara wakes to eerie silence, though she can't quite grasp why it's so strange. As the young witch pulls her thoughts together, she first realizes that the alarm isn't going off, and smiles, believing she has indeed woken early on her own. She quickly also remembers the faerie, and that by now she would usually hear him start to whimper by now. But this doesn't alarm her, either. Maybe he is finally starting to feel better.
Finally, she opens her eyes and looks at the time.
Oh no.
Clara bolts out of bed, stumbling on her sheets as they tangle around her ankles. She pulls her shawl on and hurries out of her bedroom to the kitchen. Oh no, oh no, oh no -
"No..." she comes to a halt by the table. The first thing she notices is that the towel nest that has become the faerie's bed is empty. Fortunately, it doesn't take long to find the faerie, because he didn't make it very far. Just a few feet across the table he lies unconscious, sprawled on his front after having tried and failed to crawl to the potion bowl. No...not crawl...his legs and feet are still broken. He dragged himself.
Clara gently rolls the faerie onto her hand and lifts it to take a closer look. He dangles limp like a ragdoll in her loose grasp, his skin warm from all-over bruising. He doesn't seem to have acquired any new injuries, but he pushed himself too hard and worsened the existing ones.
"I'm sorry," she says quietly, even though he can't hear her. She carefully places his delicate little body back in the nest of towels and pets his hair a few times. "I'm so sorry."
She prepares a fresh batch of the mixture for her healing spell, sighing and wishing she could do more...and that what she is doing didn't take so long. Knowing that eventually it will be worth it doesn't make the wait any easier.
"Alright, little one. Let's see those legs." Clara carefully removes his pants - she has so many questions about faerie clothes that will just have to wait. The faerie's upper legs, knees, ankles and feet are all broken, only his shins somehow spared. She wishes she could fix them all at once, but can only manage one or two spots at a time.
So she chooses the upper part first, rubbing the powder onto the faerie's thighs and knees. She mutters the spell, feels as the bones pop into place, like before. The faerie moans but remains unconscious, and that worries Clara. He's growing weaker, not stronger, despite the healing...or maybe because of it. The spell was made for a full grown human, and though the witch is using a fraction of the original dose, there is only so much such a small body can handle.
"We're almost done," she promises softly. With one more spell, all his broken bones will be mended, though he will still need a lot of care. By now Clara has fully given herself over to the task. If she can't save this faerie, it will break her heart.
Clara gently wakes him so she he won't choke on the tiny spoonful of potion. As soon as he swallows the last drop he passes out again.
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The next day when the medicine wears off she heals the faerie's ankles, feet and toes. He's awake this time, gasping and clinging to Clara's thumb while the bones set with little cracks and pops. When it's finished he takes a long time to catch his breath, leaning heavily into the curve of Clara's hand while she pets his hair.
With all his bones back intact he is able to relax more readily when she tucks him into bed and gives him his medicine. Still, he's badly injured in other ways. Once the faerie is asleep, Clara pulls out her books again and gets to work searching for more healing spells.
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quilly72 · 3 days ago
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Sablique quickly rushed inside the pantry as Donovan motioned her over. "What. What is it"
Donovan hushed her. His 5'10 frame edging over her in height at her 5'8 perspective.
Don closed the door as she scooched in closer to him. The lights flickered on as they quarantined themselves away from the family reunion on the other end of the door. Donovan pulled a box out of his pocket as he opened it revealing 3 small pills inside. "These came in earlier today and I've been itching to try them. I tried to wait because of the get together but I don't think I can hold it back much longer." He pulled a pill out as he twirled it on his fingers.
"what do they do" she whispered.
He smirked as he focused back on the pill. "You know how I've always been self conscious about my.. size... Well these fix that they help me perform better."
"here! Now? Don what of they hear us."
"we'll be fine worse comes to worse we bar the door closed and just refuse to come out. What are they gonna do sit out there for 8 hours. After all all the foods in here."
Sablique didn't dare admit that the thought was turning her on slowly. Although Don could see it in her eyes her lack of eye contact as she kept shriveling her gaze away.
"do it let's do it" she whispered.
He popped the pill back as he grunted and coughed. The sour taste hitting his tongue and spreading. He struggled and coughed as he unbuckled his belt. His blood pooling down below as sablique lifted up her oversized t shirt. Lowering her shorts and revealing her panties.
Don thrusted his pants off as she saw it. His bulge was considerably larger. Probably twice the size she had ever seen at around 6 inches. "Oh my gosh Donny look at you."
He whimpered as he unfurled his underwear letting it drop to the ground. His cock spilling forward as it strained. It was already throbbing and twitching as it continued swelling larger. His hands danced around it as he wanted to relieve the pressure behind it, but he resisted.
"are you re reaDy" he strained out his face wincing as he felt the pressure grow. His dick heating up around 8 inches long now.
Sablique lowered her panties down her leg as she inched towards him. Guiding his member inside of her as he grunted. The pleasure of the event almost making himself lose his composure In the first stroke.
He started thrusting as soon as his member cooled off enough for him to continue. Sablique gasped as she tried to stifle her noise. His dick pushing further than it ever had before. She could feel it surging and strectching inside of her as her body was pushed against the door. She wrapped her hands around his back clawing at him as she moaned.
Surely a couple of heads were turning on the other end of the wall as she tried and failed to contain herself.
"you gotta be quiet sabby or else we're gonna get a lot more heat for this"
She whimpered in reply her eyes rolling in their sockets as she panted. He continued pushing inside of her as he began grunting. "I can't hold it much longer are you ready."
Sablique nodded as she began to speed up her moaning. Her body pulsating and heating up with every thrust. She shit her moth tight as her moans began to become louder. Donovan thrashed in and out as he grunted. His shot shooting off into her as she started to come down from her high. She clawed deeper against his back as her knees gave out underneath her.
As she stood back up they both came down from their highs. His member shrinking down to a more modest 6 inches. " How long is this guy gonna last" she poked at him as she stared.
"package said 16-20 hours so we will have to see" he bent down picking his pants off the floor as she bent to start raising her shorts and panties up.
Her body twitching and shaking slightly as if she had just experienced an earthquake. "What was that"
"what was what" Don said as he turned to watch her spring up.
Sablique grunted as her body shot up. Her legs growing out from under her as she raised above Donovan and ul towards the doorframe. Her sleeves raced up her arms going to her elbows. Her former oversized tee barely fit her as it turned skin tight and into a crop top. Her shorts button popped off into Donovan as they snapped off and down her long legs. Her panties straining against her widening hips as they both watched her shoot taller. Her head resting just below the frame of the door.
"that was so hot" Don muttered.
"no it was not what the fuck did you do to me."
Don hugged her waist as he pushed his head into her belly. She could see his member growing harder underneath his jeans as he pressed I to her. "I don't know but I could go another round"
"NO NO NO I'm not gonna go again I'm like 8 ft tall this isn't normal Donovan figured out what happened." She said through gritted teeth trying to avoid alerting the others
"okay okay just sit tight let me look up the side effects on their web sight just don't do anything stupid"
"like I'm the one who caused all of THIEEEEEEK"
Her shirt grew taught as she grew upwards. Her collar choking her as she gasped. Her face straining
Her panties snapped off into the ground as her shirt tore down her back. She moaned as he bra popped off after her boobs swole over it. Her bra hitting dons phone as he stared back up "fuck you're so hot right now." Donovan I swear focus on the task at handDoh"
She recoiled down as her head hit the ceiling. She bent forward as she rubbed her head. "I'm like ten ft tall how did this happen."
"I don't know it doesn't say anything no warnings no labels not even a side effect other than some headaches afterwards. It's not even that bad I'll get you some clothes and we can leave "
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN LEAVE. I'm like 10 ft tall everyone is gonna notice me trying to leave plus how do we know it even stopped yet."
"I don't know I'm sorry we'll figure this out just let me sneak past you real quick."
Sablique shoved her hips to the side as she tried to scooch out of they way. Her butt and hips knocking foodto the floor as Donovan tried to slip past her. Her body tingled again as her face turned giant "fuck Don move quickly" her body shaking and trembling as he jumped for the door. Mid jump she grew again as she yelped. Her shriek piercing the door as several people turned their heads.
Her hips sandwhiched Don into the rack to his side. Forcing him back against the opposing wall as she grew. "Ahhh fuck aaaahahh help me" she shrieked as her head bounced I toths ceiling again. Her neck bending as the plaster croaked and bent. Her shoulders quickly pushed into it as well as she shoved her knees down. Her feet planting In to the door as she dropped to her knees. Her boobs smothering Don as he was forced backwards. His erection throbbing as his now 12 inch dick poked out his pants. She stared down as his member poked it eye up at her. "Seriously geta hold of yourself " I can't control it! " He muttered as he began climbing.
"let me out before you crush me in here." "Why do you think I'm trying to do.
He smooshed his way past as sablique shoved her body to the wall. Several racks collapsing and falling as she turned her body. Her head and back bending at the far wall as her butt landed on the tile below. Her knees bending upward as she sat or tried to sit in the enclosed closet.
Bang bang bang "is everything okay in there sab."
"yeah everything is fine I'm just clumsy is all. I'll be out in a moment"
Don looked back at her. "Great lie there"
She scoffed. "You're the one who got us I to this plus you better get out before I.." she winced. Don's face dropped as he flew to the door. Jumping through it as he opened it and slammed it behind him leaving sablique behind.
Meanwhile she squirmed and strained as her body twitched and shook
"no please no not here. Why won't it stop why can't I stop. She groaned as her body pressurized.
She could hear on the other end her father yelling at Donovan his *indecency being the main subject"what were you and my daughter doing in there." Her mother could be heard stifling a cry as she entered scene.
Her body shook more violently as she tried to suppress it. The entire room shaking as she strained inside. "Sablique come out here right now"
"I'm KiNDa bUsy JUsTt giVe ME A SecoNd daDd."
She moaned as her body lighted up. Her body spasming harder and harder. She shut her face tight as she whimpered her entire body heating up wave after wave. "Fuck I'm gonna cum please no not here"
Her feet planted against the door as it groaned. Her head hitting the ceiling as she strectched
Mm mmmma mmmaaaa aaah aaaahh FUCK"
Her eyes rolled back into her head as she orgasmed. Her feet smashing through the door as her legs grew out into the kitchen. The wall behind her groaned and creaked as it shattered backwards. Her cleavage and head rushing into the dining room behind her. She stared up at the ceiling as the cries of several family members were heard as she exposed herself to all her relatives. "Sorry I'm sorry I can't seem to.. StOooOp"
Sablique shot up again as she shrieked. Her feet growing out further into the kitchen. Smashing the counters and sink in one go as she felt several people run past and over her legs. Her knees bent upwards as her feet anted into he structural wall. Her head shooting further out into the dining room kitchen as she knocked it over. Her arms sprawling out across the room as she tried to cover herself. Her hips widened still stuck in the pantry as she watched the remaining walls ceack and bend outwards.
Don was first to rush next to her as he stopped. "Babe what can I do what can"
"GET OUT OF HERE.. QUICKLY" she moaned as she surged again. Her hips amazing the pantry to pieces as her head surged backwards. Her knees scraped the ceiling as she bent her legs sideways to fit inside. Her cleavage similarly bent I to the roof above as it smashed outwards. Her celave billowing over her as she still tried to confirm her breasts. Several more family members rushing past and out as she saw a couple of flashes from behind her. "Pervs" she muttered as she felt her body twinge again "uh oh"
Her mother ran into her."sablique stop this right now I will not tolerate th..." Another shriek filled the room as her boobs punched into the attic. Her head smashing into the far wall. Her feet punched out into the backyard as she bent her head forward as her head tried to collapse the wall. "Mom I think it's time for you to leavethe house began creaking around her as it started to fail. She saw the final people rush out as her body trembled again." Fuck no please"
"hold it back come onnn u got this iii camn do IT AaaAaAaAAaaahmmff.
She nearly doubled her height in moments. Her head racing outside as the wall behind her collapsed. Her boobs billowed out throughthe house roof as her hips and butt filled half the interior. Her feet racing into the neighbors yard as she punched throughthe fence.
The house creaked and fell around her as it started to cave in. Sablique sat up as she tried to avoid the crowd behind her. Her body collapsing the rest of the house as she sat in front of the group. Still covering herself with her arms. Her cleavage bulging over her hand as she strained against her growing bust.
"umm sorry"
She said awkwardly as she stared at the crowd no taller than her ankle.
A shriek filled the air one final time. Sablique winced as she thought she was about to grow but nothing came. She opened her eyes as she stared at her mother who was in turn staring at Donovan. His dick two feet long and throbbing as his clothes tore off of him his body surging two ft taller. "You gotta be kidding me" she rolled her eyes as Donovan surged another foot taller as the crowd began dispersing away from the two of them
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greenplumbboblover · 3 days ago
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Lyra's Yearly Recap - 2024/2025
I actually forgot I did this quite a few times the last few years, but this year I wanted to look back of what I accomplished from my resolution list.
And then see if In can make some of that true this year! (and what else to add!)
2023/2024 Resolutions:
(See: https://greenplumbboblover.tumblr.com/post/738067930777059328/accomplishments-of-2023)
I'm not answering all of them, but I do want to set some record straight!
Finishing LISISV
Haha... yeah I misjudged that completely lol. I got to a point where I lost complete motivation on... well, everything. I had no motivation for personal projects, CC making (one of the reasons why some of my mods in this year were so riddled with bugs), playing games... hell, even interacting with others. Now you could call that depression, but I wasn't showing those symptoms properly either. I found myself in a weird place where, on the one hand, I felt guilty of that I just couldn't do those stuff that I wanted to do, and that then causing me to feel super overwhelmed... yet telling myself constantly that "adults don't feel overwhelmed on those tiny silly things!". I was pretty mean to myself this year, honestly... But all that sad stuff aside! I have made some personal changes in December that are helping me a lot already, before getting also some mental help for other things. But I'll save you from those details. 😉 --------------- The second thing that didn't help was that I would at some point feel a HUGE disconnect with the characters I had in my head and my actual writing. I would make impulsive thoughts, without realistically navigating how it would work out in the future. I would introduce characters, without really giving it a thought on how I wanted them to come across... how to fully tackle certain cases. So! I spent a majority of that time researching a lot of the ways writers actually attempt those issues and solving those. I was hoping to make a post to help others with that soon, since It's really awesome insight at times! And... then there was the whole posing. But I resolved that with the Pose Add-on IMO already! Chapter 10 however, is actually taking a long time because I do struggle a lot with the fact that I consider it my "old" way of writing, and I REALLY want to move on to my 'new' ideas and style. So the willpower is simply not always there.
LISIV PLANS:
Alright, now that we have all that out of the way, here are some of my plans for this year and the story: Splitting certain stories into sub-stories: My current personal problem I have with the story, is that there are some really cool characters, but with the current format, I can't explore their characters as intensely as I'd like to. I also know that I love to jump back and forth from one story to another.
How that would look like is:
Morgana will have her own "Sub-story"
I am pondering of doing the same for Dustin and Zelda.
We travel 5 years into the future, where I want to do more with Mortimer and Bella. But also the Landgraabs and the Alto's.
I am also thinking of making a separate (short) storyline for Gunther and Lolita. The moment I was making the flashbacks, I really have been wanting to write more about it.
Same as 4, but maybe for some other townies! They will be short, but I think it can be fun! :)
Figuring out what to do with Interests & Hobbies
The infamous mod of being delayed... again :p.
I guess you all are probably exhausted of me hearing "no wait! I will finish it!", and then another mod gets released, and another year passes... and personally I have that same thought.
So I am putting the mod entirely on ice. There might not be a chance that I even finish it ever.
However I do want to add something here:
I will be working much more with Stories be told
I am going to be making more hobby items in return! I have been craving that "small but cool" modding projects a lot the past few years. I just like to be ambitious and unrealistic I guess, lol
However, I will be modding WAY less this year due to other factors.
My 2024/2025 Resolutions:
I think I've mentioned this now a lot of times, but never properly done it...
Wanting to write more. Whether it's for the sims, or even personal!
Wanting to get more into 3D modeling. Mostly for myself, but here and there I could probably release some CC pieces! :)
Keep up with Simblr.cc of course!
Post more of my thoughts on LISISV and Character stuff (@nocturnalazure suggested this a while back, but the more I thought of it, the more fun it sounds!)
Doing more Sims photoshoots!
Either way! May this year be your year! Where issues get resolutions and love is all around you.💖
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Y'know, it's unfortunate more people don't compare Louis and Violet in good faith.
Like, when I do see people compare them, it's usually through the lens of one is good, and the other bad. One is more canon than the other, and here's why. One is objectively better for Clementine, and the other is less impactful, worse written, didn't have chemistry with her, insert several insults here, etc.
I don't think it's inherently bad to express why you might not like one of them, or why you prefer one over the other. That's fine, that's a matter of opinion. It only gets to me when it becomes hostile, or passive aggressive... but even then, I've learned to just roll my eyes and move on. Some people make it very clear that they're not worth having a discussion with.
However, I wish I could read more nuanced comparisons of the two that didn't default to the "and that's why this one is better." At least some are kind enough to tack on a "for my Clementine" at the end.
You know how it goes: Louis is cute and he makes Clementine laugh, whereas Violet's boring, her love is shallow, she's still not over Minerva and she's using Clementine as a rebound. Violentine's a bad ship because Violet's actually a traitor, and they're practically the same person and that's bad.
Violet's loyal and reliable, whereas Louis is annoying, he never takes anything serious, he's a traitor for his vote, and he's nothing but a distraction. Clouis is a bad ship because how could any Clementine possibly like him after he voted her and AJ out? That's bad!
That's always the conclusion, right? One good, one bad.
This is incredibly limiting and it drives me nuts.
They're foils. They contrast one another, highlight each other's strengths and flaws, in such an interesting way that it makes Clementine's choice between them all the more meaningful.
One is not good and the other bad, they're different, and I think that's worth exploring.
Let's start with a common argument: Violet is the more impactful option due to her connection to Minerva.
Now, to be fair, I can understand why someone on Team Violet would believe this. Yes, it's true that the confrontation with Minerva is more impactful for a violentine shipper who has more investment in Violet as a character. Louis doesn't have as strong of a connection to her.
However, what they're failing to recognize is that Minerva isn't the only ghost to haunt this narrative. Violet may have Minerva, yes, but Louis has Marlon... and that doesn't just go away once Marlon's dead.
Violet's route has Minerva as her ex-girlfriend, and her bond with Tenn that all comes to a head on the bridge. Louis' route has Marlon's death and how that specifically impacts his relationship with AJ and Clementine, and the slow burn of forgiveness on all sides.
Marlon and Minerva are also reflective of Clementine's worst outcomes.
Clementine and Marlon were tied together through Brody's blood splattered on their hands and faces. They both killed a part of Brody, but only one of them lies about who killed her first.
After Marlon dies, Clementine gradually replaces him throughout the game; Rosie is her dog now, she uses his bow [which Louis gave her], she becomes the leader. Clementine gets them to fight back, and when three of her people are captured, she doesn't cut her losses. She does what Marlon couldn't; "we're getting them back."
When she chooses Louis, he does for her what he never did for Marlon: he steps up.
Clementine proves she won't become Marlon just as she proves she won't become Minerva.
After getting James to agree to help them, Clementine and AJ talk about what to do if she ever gets bit. AJ says he'd want her to bite him, too. He repeats this sentiment after she's actually bitten, telling her he wants to stay and they could turn together, peacefully.
When Minerva confronts them on the bridge, she's dying... and she wants Tenn to die with her. She doesn't care who she has to kill in the process. She's more monster than human at this point, and most times, she succeeds.
They're both bitten. Clementine could've become a monster like Minerva in the end. She could've killed AJ, and they could've become walkers together. But she didn't. Minerva wanted Tenn to die for her, and Clementine wanted AJ to live for her.
Also, I should mention she has Minerva's axe. She carries the key weapons associated with Marlon and Minerva throughout different points in the game, further solidifying these connections. She uses Marlon's bow to save her friends, and she uses Minerva's axe to save AJ, who in turn uses it to save her.
What's also so interesting about this is how Marlon's alive in episode one, and Minerva is thought to be dead. Louis has his best friend, and Violet's lost hers. But, at the end of the episode, Marlon's dead and Minerva's revealed to be alive.
Marlon becomes the ghost, and Minerva becomes the monster. Clementine becomes to Louis and Violet what Marlon and Minerva never could... how does that not drive anyone else insane?
So, no. One is not objectively better, or more impactful, because of a connection to Marlon or Minerva. They're different. It just depends on which storyline you personally find more compelling.
Actually, let's talk about that a little more.
In my opinion, the most intriguing point of comparison between Louis and Violet stems from their perceptions of survival, and how that impacts Clementine.
An argument I see made against violentine is that Violet's boring because she and Clementine are too similar. This usually comes from clouis shippers who prefer the "opposites attract" dynamic Clementine and Louis have.
On the flip side, there's the counter argument that Louis is reckless, that he doesn't take survival as seriously as he should and Clementine wouldn't want him because of that.
These are interesting to me because I get where they're coming from... but they ultimately miss the point.
The other day, I replayed TFS. Except this time, I did something a little bit differently. I played my usual clouis route, but then I had the violentine route pulled up on my laptop so that I could watch these scenes, comparing them side by side… and something occurred to me. 
Louis is about challenging Clementine's perception of survival, and Violet is about validating it.
Louis challenges Clementine from the very moment we meet him—he’s playing music. His initial philosophy on survival butts heads with Clementine’s. The fact that hunting with him and Aasim challenges your perception of “your choices have consequences.” These games have conditioned the player to think along the lines of, “Yeah, Louis is more fun… but if I don’t hunt with Aasim, we won’t have any food.”
Except that’s just it. I hate to say it, Aasim, but in the grand scheme of things… hunting with you doesn’t matter. It's actually less rewarding. You know why? Because in the next section, we get food from the train station. It would’ve been more beneficial to spend time with Louis over hunting, hence how he challenges you.  
This then primes you for the choice between choosing to follow Louis or follow Violet. I know people complain about how this is presented with Violet doing something productive [checking the walls] and Louis playing piano… but that’s the point. If you’re going through with Louis’ full route, you need to meet him at his level, and in turn, he will meet you at yours. You need to accept the challenge, the idea that Clementine isn’t entirely right about the way she’s gone about survival.
Oh, and do I even need to mention the vote? The debate over Louis’ vote is exhausting. Often times, people tell on themselves in how they talk about it. It’s not actually about the fact that he voted against them. If it was, these people would have a bigger bone with pick with Mitch, Willy, Ruby, and Omar… and yet Louis is the one who takes all the blame as if he’s the only one personally kicking them out. 
Louis is reacting to the death of his best friend, and the complicated feelings that come with it being caused by AJ. He wants accountability, even if he knows something's wrong. You can either agree with him that it was murder, and set AJ on the path of atonement… or, you can double down and tell him to fuck off, AJ was justified. 
But here’s the thing… the vote adds to the appeal of Louis’ route. To someone who hates him, or at the very least is critical of his vote, that sounds mad or delusional.
Except it’s really not.
Ever heard of a thing called tension? Because there’s a lot of it in ep2 between clouis + AJ and it’s fantastic.
Yes, Louis voting them out is problematic because we need a problem to solve. We need something to feed the tension between him and Clementine. He stepped in front of a gun held by his best friend in order to protect her, forever changing their relationship… only for that to seemingly be taken away from us the moment AJ shoots Marlon. 
Yes, Louis’ route is about being challenged, but it’s also about challenging him. That he’s able to forgive them, that he’s able to question his own survival philosophy and understand theirs, that he’s able to apologize and actually change for the better… that right there is what makes clouis so damn good. 
He becomes hardened whereas Clementine softens. By the end of the game, they’re on a similar level now without neglecting their differences, and they can move forward together. 
That’s what makes Louis’ route appealing… and it’s also what makes it unappealing to people who prefer Violet. 
By contrast, Violet’s already on Clementine’s level when it comes to this perception of survival. She validates that Clementine’s on the right path.
They have other similarities in the way that they’re both female, queer, they both have a kid they look after, they’re not always great with other people, etc. 
People who prefer Louis might consider this boring, but I think to Team Violet, it’s comforting. It’s comforting to have a partner who takes this as seriously as you do, who wants to get shit done. They’re playing Clementine with a similar attitude, and don’t believe it needs to be challenged. It’s comforting to feel validated on something you already firmly believe in. 
We also see this if we compare the hunting and fishing scenes. You have to make an effort to choose Louis by choosing to neglect hunting, but the game makes you fish with Violet no matter what.
Violet’s prioritizing fishing because they need food. That’s what they’ve set out to do, so let’s do it. The game is letting you know that’s the case, and if you value that, continue pursuing her. 
While fishing, they discuss why things are weird with her and Brody. Violet doesn’t take well to Clementine’s blunt, “Because you make it weird. Brody tries and you just make fun of her."
That’s understandable because I think she already kind of knows why and is looking to have her feelings validated. She prefers it when Clementine suggests that it’s because Brody never said sorry for what happened to the twins. 
There’s also comfort and validation in the way Violet sides with Clementine and AJ after Marlon’s death. She votes for them to stay, vocalizing how much she disapproves of the results. There’s this feeling that I recognize from a lot of the sapphic romance I read; “it’s you and me against the world, I’ll always have your back, even if you’re in the wrong, I’ll fight for you.”
In our case, it’s violentine + AJ against the rest of Ericson, save Tenn and Aasim. Violet validates that AJ was justified because Marlon was a liar and murderer, claiming that AJ and Clementine did nothing wrong. Violet fights to keep them. 
The tension between violentine in ep2 is different because instead of one pushing the other away, they’re being forced apart by the vote and there’s nothing they can do about it. That tension is somewhat released when Clementine comes back and they’re reunited, working out a plan to best defend the school. 
It’s also why Violet’s presented as doing something productive when you follow her instead of Louis, and why she asks if you want to hang out after checking the defenses. 
All that being said, allow me to reiterate that one is not good and the other bad, they're different. These concepts of challenge and change/validation and comfort exist on a neutral road as diverging paths. It’s up to the player to pick what path they prefer, but that doesn’t mean the other path isn’t worth acknowledging or analyzing. 
I should also mention that they’re not exclusive; there is overlap with validation being present in Louis’ route and challenges in Violet’s. They’re just more present in episodes 3 and 4 after we’ve made our decision. 
There are several more examples of how this all fits together, buuuuut–
Ya’ll wanna compare some allegories?
Those familiar with my content might already know where I’m going with this as I’ve made a post about Louis and the piano in the past. 
You see, I believe that there are allegories for Louis and Violet’s hearts present in their routes: Louis’ piano, and Violet’s pin. 
I already have a thorough, in-depth analysis of Louis and the piano that you can read, so all I’ll say about it is that on the night of the raid, he asked Clementine to carve a piece of herself into his heart so that no matter what, their initials will be immortalized together in its wood…
And that makes me fucking feral. 
But I'm also so normal about it.
As for Violet, her heart is the star gazing pin she gives to Clementine. She gives it to her so she’ll always remember that night… but she doesn’t give it to her until after Clementine’s saved her, and that fascinates me in the context of it being allegory. 
Louis asks Clementine to carve herself into his heart right before the raid, cementing that from that moment on, he is utterly devoted to her. I believe this is part of the reason why Louis is still happy to see her if he’s the one who’s captured. Yes, yes, he’s also incredibly traumatized from having his tongue cut out and he’d be happy to see anyone, yada yada… but listen, if you romance Louis and he’s captured, his heart remains with her—that piano with their intitals is on full display. When he sees her, he’s still so devoted to her that he refuses to accept that it’s at all her fault. Even when she says it is, he shakes his head... and he so easily accepts her when they’re together in the end. From the moment Clementine puts knife to wood, he’s hers. 
Now, look… you might think I’m going somewhere not great with this but hear me out. 
I think after Clementine’s gone star gazing with her, Violet is fully ready to give her heart to her. Y’know, give her the pin. But, think about what Violet said about how people have left, but Clementine came back. Plus, with the impending raid to think about, maybe Violet should keep the pin until the right moment. 
I believe a key difference between her and Louis is that Violet needs one last thing to solidify that Clementine’s the one. 
Louis gives her his heart prior to the raid because of everything that’s already gone down between them following Marlon’s death. Violet needs to know that Clementine’s willing to fight for her the way she fought before. When Clementine saves her from the raiders, it’s solidified. Even after she sees Minerva again, it changes nothing.
It’s also worth noting that the pin is something Clementine wears. Like the piano carving, it’s a piece on display for everyone to see, to let them know whose heart Clementine has.
Violet literally handed Clementine her heart as a means of saying, “I’m yours. I’m devoted to you.” 
This is why romanced/captured Violet is devastating, and is why she behaves the way she does in the cells. She was so ready to give her heart away and then nope, sorry, Vi! You get knocked unconscious by raiders instead! 
If anything, you kind of deserve to be told to fuck off if you romanced her and then let her get captured. Just sayin’. 
Look, I have a lot of complicated feelings about the captured violentine route, mostly with Violet being as forgiving as she is after her eyes are burned—yes, yes, I know, her eyes are burned and Minerva messed with her head so of course now she’s not hostile, yada, yada. 
But I think it’s rather telling that you don’t get the pin in this route. Sure, Violet’s willing to forgive and possibly pursue this romance in the future… but she’s not ready to hand over her heart, not truly. Not after everything that’s happened. 
And if you want to get extra angsty about it, imagine that Violet made the pin right after they parted ways, but before the raiders came. Meaning that if she’s captured, it’s possibly still sitting somewhere, abandoned. 
Mmhmmm, very normal about this. I feel normal. My normalness about this continues... normally. I'm not losing my shit thinking about that. Nope. Why would I? I wouldn't! So normal.
Okay just let me talk about their reactions to Tenn's death and then I'll shut up.
This makes me want to gnaw my own foot off, I can barely handle it.
AJ shoots Tenn on the bridge because Clementine trusted him to make the hard calls. This saves Louis or Violet's life.
When Louis jumps across, he's completely silent as he watches Tenn die... and then he's pissed; "What the fuck?! How could you just shoot him like that?!"
AJ explains himself, that he did it for him, and Louis is so upset that he forces AJ to look at what he's done, to watch the walkers eat Tenn; "Tenn's dead. He's dead! Do you realize that?! Look! [...] He's... he's gone, because of you. Just fucking gone."
If Clementine says AJ saved his life, Louis says, "So what, we just cut him loose? Gun him down like he was nothing?"
If Clementine says nothing, Louis says, "Tenn was just a little boy!"
The reason Louis responds this way is because in this moment, he just relived Marlon's death all over again, but worse. So, SO much worse!
When Violet jumps across, she breaks down, begging, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! No, no! No, no, no..." as she watches Tenn die... and then says to AJ, "No! What the fuck?! How could you do that?!"
AJ explains himself, that he did it for her, and Violet is faaaar from okay; "For me? I can't... Tenn is gone! That soft little boy who liked to draw, he's gone, because of you!"
If Clementine says AJ saved her life, Violet says, "You think that's okay?! Just gunning down one of our own?!"
And there it is.
Louis is hardened in this situation because he already went through this... Violet hasn't, not with AJ. She softened up throughout her route due to her relationships to him and Clementine... but this is the moment where she realizes that maybe AJ wasn't as justified as she believed, and this is the consequence.
This leads us to the ending where AJ asks if they're still mad about him killing Tenn, and I just... I'm biting my foot right now because the script has flipped.
Louis is forgiving and understanding. He's soft, he's sympathetic, he shakes AJ's hand to let him know that all is forgiven and they're okay; "I... AJ, I guess it's like... You saw something I didn't. About the situation, I mean. Minnie and the walkers and Tenn, it's just all this chaos in my head when I think back on it. [...] Clem says you saved my life? Well, then, that's exactly what you did. And how can I stay mad at anyone for doing that?"
Or, alternatively, "He was your friend, AJ. I know you are hurting just as much as I am."
As for Violet? She's understanding, too... but she's not quite ready to forgive yet; "The thing you said on the bridge...that he was messing up all the time. It wasn't something new, you know. Tenn got himself or other people into trouble all the time, long before you guys got here. He was always so lost. He lived in a world that just...isn't there, you know? And that's why I tried to look after him. But when I was pulling him away from the walkers, and Minnie, I could also see...he just wasn't there anymore."
"So you're mad, but sad."
"Can I be that for a while?"
And it's completely understandable that she's hurting and struggling with how she feels about AJ moving forward! She wants to be okay, she wants to forgive him, she just needs time.
Now, because I'm forever bitter, but I'm gonna mention this as well: whenever I see someone point at Violet's scene and say, "See!? This is how LOUIS should've acted in ep2!" like... they're telling on themselves again. Not just that they don't understand Louis as a character or his route, but that they don't fully grasp Violet's part in this either. Or time frames, for that matter.
Let me put it to you in simple terms... they react the same.
After Marlon and Tenn die, they're upset. They're pissed. They blame AJ and yell at him. After they've had time to process what happened [Louis after the two week time skip, Violet after time passes between the bridge and the ending] they share the same, "I'm still upset about Marlon/Tenn. Can I be that for a while and still be your friend?" sentiment.
The difference is that Louis is treated poorly for it because of the vote, and because we feel it first hand for longer... Violet got to grieve off screen and come back after she's sorted herself out.
It's a disservice to both of their characters because it's rooted in that same mentality that I criticized at the beginning: "This is why one is better than the other."
Do I need to say it again? I'm gonna say it again.
One is not good and the other bad. They're different.
There are so many fun discussions that could come from putting Louis and Violet side by side, and examining them. I haven't even covered the different ways they're introduced, or compared their ep3 dates to see what it says about them and the overall narratives! What about the cell scenes!? How they react when Dorian's about the cut off their fingers! The way they approach James upon meeting him!
That last one in particular is especially funny! They're all under stress about blending in with a herd of walkers to infiltrate a boat to save their friends, and yet Louis easily saunters up to the guy wearing walker skins with a smile, and makes him laugh by saying, "Functional and fashionable. I'll take two."
Violet approaches James like he's an injured wild animal that's going to bite her, and bless her heart, she tries with, "I, uh… hey. Hey there, James. Sorry about Willy." Then James gives her this judgmental side-eye, like buddy? She's not the weirdo here.
There is so much potential to dissect here, and I want to see people do it... but I want them to do it fairly, in good faith.
I want to get away from the idea of comparing them to "prove" which is better because there is no objective better. There isn't! That's a waste of time!
I'm so done with The Debate™; it's unhelpful, it's annoying, and it's boring as shit. I've heard it all before, and you probably have, too.
I want to put Louis and Violet under a microscope and study them with the thought process of, "one does this and the other does that... what does it mean!? what does it say about the narrative!? Oh my god, they have the same opinion on this thing, WRITE THAT DOWN!"
So yeah, that's my ramble for the night.
I'm gonna go replay TFS for further research.
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tardis--dreams · 3 months ago
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Me panicking because i have 9 missed calls and 5 emails talking about my absence and how "a colleague could take over for me" vs. Me knowing it's really not that important no matter how pushy a client is and that on top of it I'm underpaid and have way to much overtime so i shouldn't even care
#i have 14 hours overtime#collected within 2 weeks lol#you know how it's apparently mandatory for companies in germany to have a way track employees working time? yeah we're#the only company in the whole fucking country who doesn't do that (obviously that's not true there's probably plenty more but it's#still not right.) so we don't get paid overtime nor does it get acknowledged in any way#so technically we're not allowed to even it out (which most people try to do anyway because tf do they think they are asking us to work for#free) but I'm dedicated to not collect any more unpaid working hours so i take the liberty to leave work early this week#so today i left at 12pm (and then got home 4 hours later because another person decided to kill themselves by train. they should call me#first. or anyone else taking the train. I'm sure there'd be plenty of volunteers to do the killing if it means not another miserable day#stuck in a disgusting train). and i logged in again at 6pm today to see if i have anything important messages (stupid i know)#and i saw the missed calls and that there had been an email exchange with me in the cc talking about the 'changes' made in one of the#articles and that someone else could do that for me since i couldn't be reached and at first i felt ashamed and scared#but now it's honestly just pissing me off. that asshole can't write emails and communicate requests like normal people can he#he already called me last week about something completely stupid and acts like his matters are the most important shit in the world#fuck you if you can't wait one day you should have sent this a month earlier because i won't stay online everyday#just to see if there might be an 'important' change you want me to make Immediately. bitch.#also missed two calls from my colleague but she didn't send any messages about what she wanted so i asked her because i felt bad for not#being online and turns out she wanted Nothing. just hear how i was. JUST TEXT ME THEN???? I HATE IT HERE FUCK YOU#seriously i don't get paid enough for this to bother me so much. she probably gets 12-15€ more than me per hour#of course she doesn't care about her overtime as much as i do. i get minimum wage which is less than what I'd get if i still worked at uni#as a student assistant so fuck this shit it's really not important or worth it. from now on i'll only put in minimum effort too#sorry got carried away. rant over now i guess#void screams#work stuff
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sztefa001 · 6 months ago
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Just because you had a bad day doesn't excuse you taking it out on others. But if you do apologize to them you can bet your ass most of them will remember you with respect and compassion.
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#I had a near exact situation a few years back#i was making a metal-looking engraved sticker to be put on the back of a lil pic as a dedication#(for whom; for what occasion; from whom and when with some extra text)#and this one customer was being real mean about how I phrased one thing#i think it was about writing 1st Holy Communion instead of First Holy Communion as she wanted#now you see I allow myself for some generally accepted liberties to make the text fit the shape of the sticker better#also writing 1st (here in Poland in Roman numerals as I) in this case is even more popular than First#so I kinda assumed im dealing with some karen because the lady made a big deal about it and was getting real worked up#i kept my emotions to myself and fixed the thing#meanwhile my mom (the boss) attempted to calm her down (saying that it's a quick fix that she won't wait long etc)#i didn't hear it all from the back but the woman basically broke down crying saying she's sorry but she recently lost her son#and really can't deal with anything lately#she paid for both stickers even tho I said there's no need#another guy from a week or so ago#nothing major - he was just stressed from work#he left angry that some leaflets for his wife weren't ready#when he came back later he apologized profusely#so yeah#those who apologize are remebered with respect and compassion#those who don't are just... remembered vaguely as an anecdote at best#still hope those who didn't were just having a rough time and weren't actual certified karens#sztefu talks
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chuluoyi · 8 months ago
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✎ baby to the rescue
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- gojo satoru x reader
in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman
genre: immense fluff !! baby gojo and dad!gojo shenanigans~
note: based on this and this reel. with this i hereby declare that anything past chapter 235 is null and void HAHA anyway, i truly want to post remarried empress au by this week but since 261 leaks hurt me so much, i need more fluff so have to postpone it to next week :') tagging @karikari19hikariiii <3
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Your husband Gojo Satoru... is handsome as hell, which means your baby son is also undeniably good-looking.
"Why do you pout at me?" Satoru poked his squirming baby's cheek while pursing his lips too. "C'mon, smile! That auntie is smiling at you!"
Everyone who passed by them in Shinjuku shopping district turned heads to admire him and his pumpkin just a little longer, and Satoru visibly enjoyed the attention. He smiled back at them, occasionally winking even.
If only they knew how pretty his wife was too...
Wait, no! On second thought, if they know how hot you are, there will be problems!
You had left him to go to the nearest pharmacy to restock some things, while Satoru decided to entertain his baby in the toy section. He basked in the starry-eyed looks people were giving him... until he heard some strange sounds and turned to his baby boy—
—who was chewing the beak of a duck toy with all his might. Satoru was mortified.
"—! Let that go! Your mama will beat me if she sees you eating this!"
Your baby paid him no mind though, desperately pushing the duck into his mouth. Satoru sat him on one of the empty racks and began the tug of war—
"Let go!" he reprimanded. "You're so naughty, gods—!"
Some people were now openly giggling at both of them. His son tried to resist by rolling, and Satoru clicked his tongue. He then yanked the toy away until his baby finally let it go, sniffling sadly that his papa wouldn't let him have the duck.
"Oh, you..." he picked him up again and consoled the pumpkin. "You can't do that, you hear? First, it's not clean. Second, mama will grow two heads to chew you and me both, understand?"
No, your son totally didn't understand a thing. Satoru sighed, seeing his little blue eyes welling up with tears. He ruffled his head and pulled him close. "There, there... I'll get you ice cream, okay? Now let's go."
Satoru was determined to turn his son back into a smiling, happy baby. But just as he was about to head towards the ice cream parlor, he encountered the most unbelievable sight—
"Miss! I guarantee you'll love this credit card features!"
You. That was clearly you, and a salesman (or a bozo, in Satoru's eyes) was trying to bother you.
You raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no— thank you—"
Yet the bozo was still persistent, like the pesky fly he was. "You can use it to pay for your monthly beauty treatments! Someone as pretty as you..." He eyed you from head to toe, blinking suggestively. "Oh my! Your skin is flawless! You have to maintain it this way! I can also give you recommendations for—"
You were wearing a flare dress that made you look so young and petite, and obviously, Satoru too was lusting after you. And true, your skin was smooth like a soft serve of mochi, but still!
You are meant for him and his eyes only! Oho, this bozo would get heavenly punishment.
He had to get to you somehow, but this was public space and if he cooked up some sort of shenanigan, you would put him in sex ban. I can't have that! so Satoru wracked his brain to think of another way...
Once again, his gaze fell on his now calm baby, who was also looking at his mama over there with utter curiosity. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.
"Hey, kiddo, look at that, a bad man is trying to take your mama," Satoru nudged him as if trying to egg him on. "We can't let that happen. Will you help me to save her, hmm?"
"Mama..." your baby looked back at him so innocently before smiling. "Mamaaa!"
"Good boy." Gods, his baby was so adorable, he almost felt bad for doing this but...
Swallowing his guilt, thinking he would make it up later, he pinched his son's butt a little too firmly—
"WAAAA!" and suddenly, the little boy burst into tears, and even Satoru was surprised by the sheer volume of his wail.
The sudden inconsolable sound of your baby sent you scrambling in panic, your eyes wildly searching for him, completely disregarding the credit card man. "My baby!"
"Eh?" the credit card man was visibly surprised. "Oh... so, you're married...?"
You immediately made your way towards Satoru and snatched your baby from him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, there, there... What happened to you?" you shot your husband a distaste look as your son kept wailing. "Satoru, why is he crying?"
He nonchalantly shrugged. "Maybe missing his mama? Dunno~"
By now, you had completely forgotten the credit card bozo, but he still looked at the three of you in mild surprise. Satoru took this chance to approach him and whisper in his ear:
"You see, my wife doesn't need your credit card," he whistled. "My cards or lumpsum money will do more than enough."
After seeing how pale the bozo looked, Satoru chuckled darkly... before leading you and your son away from the crowd, with one arm possessively around your waist.
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Epilogue
"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, okay!?"
Satoru looked down at his son in utter hopelessness, as the little boy refused to be held by him, looking at him with teary, resentful eyes, and backing away from him in his playpen.
Can babies hold a grudge? Satoru didn't know, but his son definitely was not happy with him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation other than his sin against him back this afternoon.
"I've bought you mochi ice cream!" he opened his palm to reveal the treat. "Don't you want some? Papa will give you some, yeah?"
Baby looked skeptical now, and at that moment, he resembled you so much—accusing eyes, pursed lips, exactly like the expression you would pull when you were unsure of what Satoru might do next. He almost chuckled at the resemblance, feeling giddy.
"C'mon, forgive me, yeah?" he patted his son's little beanie and offered his hand for him to take, eyes crinkling in fondness. "Now, here comes your treat, come closer?"
Your baby crawled closer, seemingly accepting him, and Satoru was all smiles, until—
Whack!
It happened in a flash. He could have avoided it, but he was too taken aback. The pain exploded in his jaw, so intense that he grunted loudly.
"What the—?! You... you—! You kicked me— in the face!"
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Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of man who:
In your shared home, always sits with his legs spread. Manspreading king. Adores it when you cross your arms and give him a disapproving look, saying there's no room for you. "Course there is, luv. Jus' sit between my thighs."
Refuses to let you do simple tasks around the house, like making tea, folding his underwear, or putting away the dishes. One might think it's a sweet, husbandly gesture - but he's just super picky. You made tea in the microwave once, and now you're banned from ever touching his tea stash. Likes his underwear folded in a specific way, and you don't understand the importance of it. He got tired of you stuffing his underwear in his drawer, so now he folds it himself. And the dishes? Couldn't stand how you put them away. "There's no rhyme or reason to 'em." "I didn't think there had to be, Si-" "Just gimme the damn bowl." Fewer chores? You aren't complaining.
Looks like he's always on edge - and he is, kinda. When he's out with you, he can't help but be alert and watchful, and extremely protective of you. You've tried to get him to loosen up - it's the supermarket, what could happen? - but have just come to accept it as his nature. Plus, you get that giddy feeling when you see other men look straight down at the floor, avoiding Simon's stare as the two of you pass.
Is the grumpiest, poutiest, and most indignant man ever when he gets sick. Doesn't want you doting on him in case you catch whatever he has. But, wait - where are you going? "Get your ass back in this bed - 'm cold." Grumbles like a child when you force him to let you get up to grab him soup, tea, or medicine. And no, he doesn't care how sick he is, he's not wearing that stupid, floppy ice pack hat.
Brings Johnny over unannounced, and you've grown used to it. The moment you hear that Scottish yapping out the front door as the key unlocks, you grab a third plate for dinner - he insists you don't need to feed him, but you always make extra for Simon's lunch the next day regardless, and the last time he'd said that, he ended up grabbing an extra fork and picking from Simon's plate. Which, of course, had Simon up at 1 am making instant ramen because he was still hungry, but didn't have the heart to ask you to make him a decent meal. So, yes, Johnny would be fed.
Loves spoiling you on your birthday. What is a man if not someone who spoils his partner rotten? Orders in food from your favorite bakery, sets all your presents neat and nice on the table (the excellent wrapping job done by yours truly, Gaz), flower petals sprinkled on the ground and the table top (also Gaz's idea), and a seat on his lap so for you while you open your presents. Loves watching your face light up, and each little "you remembered?!" fall from your lips as you open each gift. Scoffs and shifts in his seat. "I's not that much of a fuss, luv..." as you squeal excitedly, but you know he's biting back a proud smile. The blush, he can't even attempt to hide.
Is somehow a magnet for your young nephews. Every time he comes along to your sister's place, he's either making conversation with her husband in the living room, or he's interrogated and cornered by her two sons. And, lord help him, he doesn't understand it either. He'd always expected kids to look at him like a monster, but, especially with these two, that was never the case. They'd ask him for stories about "being in war" - half of the time, he'd make up some not-too-gory adventure, sparing them the details of real war. The rest of the time, he'd talk about "Soap, my mate who blows everything up." And they'd listen with wide eyes and jaws on the floor.
Has scared you unintentionally, more than too many times. He'd come home at three in the morning from a mission, and all he wanted was to quietly peel his dirty uniform off and slip into bed with you. His main intention was to avoid waking you up, because you'd force him to shower before joining you in bed - and he was too tired for that. However, you'd been rounding the corner, up for your 3 am glass of water - you screamed as you saw the hulking, dark figure by the front door, launching your phone at him. He'd caught it effortlessly and shoved it into his back pocket. "What've I told ya 'bout using the bat?" "I was just getting water!" "I coulda been anyone." "Well you're not." "Missed ya, luvie." "Missed you too- but you're grimy. Go take a-" "No." He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests as he hauled you back to bed.
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