#And then the 2nd week should be much easier

[yoshistory]

Rascal is ready to be integrated in with Hope finally and they are chilling now freeroam the house style -W- they had one more treats session when he came home from the vet's and now he's out and about with her.

I do gotta lot of cleaning to do before Olive comes home tonight after her big surgery though. And I have the next few days to monitor her recovery off from work, and Rascal and Hope being together

[housecow]

i have knee problems stemming from an injury when i was younger. if i step wrong and fall in a certain way, the pain is so bad i can’t walk. but sometimes i like to fantasize: what if something even worse happens and i can’t walk for weeks? what if i happen to be in regular close contact with my feeder?

it’d be hard being told i have rest and let myself heal. there are plans coming up that have to be cancelled, the few active hobbies i have left take a hit. but…it’s so easy to accept every snack brought to me. after all, i sought out a feeder—this lifestyle is the one i’ve eaten myself towards. and he knows i have an inclination towards eating too much. that first week goes easier than it should; weight starts to pile on. but i miss going out, even running errands sounds nice. in the few moments my hands are absent of food or a shake i am regularly in contact with my friends.

the next week i’m better but… i feel slow. my feeder has started to keep people away because i need to rest and he’s right, healing is taxing on the body. i start responding less to others, too. our funnel has gotten so much more use in the last few days. the sugar and constant snacks step up and i can tell there is an agenda behind it all but *god* it feels good to be doted on. he helps me through the necessary exercises but trips across the house are rare. i notice how difficult it is to lift myself up now—how sedentary have i been?

that question doesn’t cross my mind again, there are better things to focus on. my feeder knows how to use my adhd to his advantage—food, sex, TV, and games all provide the dopamine hit needed to keep me distracted. the 3rd week is similar enough to the 2nd: ritualistic feeding becomes the norm. we don’t need a valve to control the flow on the funnel anymore, he knows i can finish everything. my belly is swollen out into my lap all of the time now, if i hold my boobs aside i can see new stretch marks creeping across my expanding hips. i expect the snacks, “babe, can you grab me something from the fridge?” is a phrase heard several times in the day. and my feeder obliges.

the 4th week we have an appointment and im told i should walk and start being active again. the doctor looks nervous though and tells me i need to watch my weight, he says something like “its alarming how quickly this happened,” but i blocked it out because—i can’t even see how much i weigh? my belly blocks the view now. oh my god.

in the car afterwards my feeder expresses doubt at the situation: “you don’t look so steady on your feet, i think you should still take it easy.” his eyes meet mine and i don’t miss the brief glance away, desire obvious at the sight of my rounded figure that’s entirely his fault. i know what he wants and i can’t deny myself that want, either. and he knows better in these situations, i trust his judgement. maybe it is best to stay in. plans can be pushed further back… the walk back to the car was a little difficult, too.

the next weeks—or does it span months?—pass in a blur. staying in is all i want to do. although i’m supposedly healthy again, i rarely get up and walk around more than needed. “needed” means a slow, clumsy walk to the fridge and back to either the couch or the bed. when my feeder is not there to feed me himself he takes time to order food to the door. bending down to pick things up is a monumental effort for me—a heavy, wide belly pressing into my fattened thighs. my swollen tits obscure my vision but serve as an excellent table when i need.

my feeder comes home one day and im asleep, taking up more than my fair share of the couch. my breaths are not easy and its obvious how much i ate beforehand: mostly-empty 2 liters, takeout containers haphazardly stacked on top of one another as they were finished, countless snack packages balled up and stuck between the couch cushions because sometimes i like to squirrel stuff away. as if there was a chance of hiding these habits my feeder built.

but the best part of it all is the empty pitcher sat against the corner of the couch, because i couldn’t reach to the coffee table to properly set it down with so much fat making every movement difficult.

the remnants a weight gain shake. our usual ingredients of cake mix, melted ice cream, strawberries, chocolate syrup, nutella, crushed oreos. it was hastily made, however, and it’s obvious by the chocolatey powder on the sides of the container that it was about the calories this time, not the taste. he can see where some escaped the pitcher and poured down my overly plump, round face and past the lovingly cultivated double chin. it dripped onto my breasts, lovely puddles of calories he wish made it inside of me even if the sight is wonderful. after that thought, an idea comes up. how deep are the rolls he’s gifted me? a cow this size needs to be used.

[str4wberrysw4n]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟑𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋!! + 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 🧁

i don't want to give out too much info, but i have a friend who doesn't come to school very often. she's absent for majority of the week or comes late so i barely get to see her. today, she didn't come and she hadn't come the day before. most of the time, i try to text her to see if she'll respond, but today i thought to myself "why am i upset she isn't at school? besides it doesn't matter to me. I would like for her to be here but it's not a big deal if she isn't." so after 2nd period, we meet up at the stairs so we can walk to class. when she's not here, i wait for her just in case she came late or smth. this time, i simply walked upstairs. smth was telling me that my friend would be here somehow, but i ignored it.

imagine my surprise when i sat down, looked to my right, and saw her sitting down in the flesh. just there. i was shocked.

now, ik this might not seem like a manifestation (spoiler alert: I count it as one) unless u knew how i would affirm for her to come to school only to not get results. i consider her one of my best friends and school isn't the same without her. it was frustrating that the results would only come days later, yet the moment i said i didn't care, it came to me. why?

imo, the key was that I didn't put it on a pedestal. I told myself "I would LIKE for her to come, but it's not a BIG DEAL if she doesn't." i used this not only bcuz it happened at the time im writing this, but bcuz it's a perfect example of how taking ur manifestations off a pedestal helps.

imagine being a king/queen. u have literally everything u desire with the snap of ur fingers. u control everyone and everything around u. but then, u want something that u don't have in the 3d. u have it the 4d, but YOU don't see it bcuz ur eyes are only honed in on the physical world. all of a sudden, u put this object of desire,that u ALREADY have, ABOVE u. it's what u need or else u'll practically fall and break into thousands of pieces. doesn't make any sense, right? well that's literally how it is when u put ur manifestation on such a high pedestal.

YOU are the prize. YOU should be the one placed on the pedestal and stay on it. ik it's hard, especially when there's no evidence of the 3d showing u that -- but it's true. that's why when u care so much abt a manifestation, u are quite literally taking urself off and putting something way less important on there. it's hard to accept that, bcuz society has literally told us that some people are better than others. those who feed into money, fame, "above average" beauty, concepts that only exist in the 3d. but the truth is being tied down to thoughts like that will only make things harder for u.

I'm not saying u shouldn't try to manifest concepts that we know from the 3d -- almost everyone is. I would be a hypocrite to say that when im literally trying to manifest clothes rn lol. im saying that u should stop thinking of those concepts as "impossible" or "out of ur league", bcuz unless u say so, YOU are the standard. stuff like that will only drag u down into the illusion of the 3d.

to sum it up, stop putting the 3d on a pedestal and put urself on there!! when ur able to detach and no longer depend on ur manifestation coming through, it helps it pass through ur 4d level of consciousness and materialize into the 3d. someone with everything doesn't cry abt something they ASSUME they don't have. now, u might be asking: "what do i do if i can't get my mind off it?" i know all too well that this task is easier said than done, so i wanted to help!! :3 these r just some general hobbies u can do instead of obsessing over manifestations!!

🎀 drawing or some form of art

🎀 self care day

🎀 baking

🎀 studying

🎀clean ur room

🎀 text/face time ur friends

🎀 window shopping (my fav lol)

🎀 read a book

🎀 indulge in one of ur own personal hobbies

these r just some of the things that i do when i find myself stressed with a manifestation!! as always, this is all imo, and im just trying my best to help!! happy manifesting ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

[jazziejax]

𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐢’𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - The aftermath of the rebellion told from a different perspective. How a small family was ripped apart in the matter of seconds and their lives were never the same again.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - wounds, death, blood, stabbing, crying, panic attacks, anxiety, magic if that’s spooky to you, screaming, and all around distress. I never really know what to but in this section honestly.

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - Is this another fic that will probably become a series that I won’t finish? Jaybe, jaybe not. But if you’ve been looking for me, know that I have chapters written for my other fics, I just needed to take a break due to finals week and the distraught I went through with the show Arcane, hence why I’m writing this now. Also, I stayed up until 3am writing this, not don’t mind the mistakes, I tortured myself and cried. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors!!! ALSO, this is sort of an OC fic but it can be read as reader. I try to stray away from too much description because I don’t think I’m that good at it, but I only write in OC format because it’s easier for me to visualize and write what I want you to see. I should really get into 1st and 2nd person wiring more often.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 5,491

“Darling, I’d wait for you, even if you don’t ask me to.” Chimed shakily over the muffled sounds of screaming and explosions. “Tie a lasso around the moon, and bring it on down, for you.” The voice quivered, and her grip intensified when the sounds of explosions became closer to where the children hid.

“I’d bottle the feelin’ you give and shelve that stuff for years to come.” The smaller child, wrapped in her sister’s arms, could feel the wet drops of the other girls' tears hitting the exposed nape of her neck. She had her face stuffed within the crook of the older girl's neck, trying to focus solely on the sound of the soothing song and her racing heart. They softly swayed, trying their best to soothe themselves and the other as the chaos outside continued. They were tucked into the corner of a home that wasn’t theirs, only there to wait for their parents to get back from their part of the rebellion.

“Cause baby when your arms are around me, I’d swear I’m holding the sun.” She continued to sing, the smaller girl chiming in at the end as she righted her grip. The older girl only moved her grip from her sister’s back to wipe away the stray tears running down her face.

“I’d give you the sun if you asked me. You could have all of the time.” The older sang, getting slightly choked up when she saw glimpses of light and shadows through the window near the door, in perfect timing with gunshots and bombs. “You could have the stars and the trees when dividing up the universe...” She trailed off, taking the necessary pauses within the tempo of the lullaby, but also because she needed to breathe to calm her racing heart.

She rubbed the back of the slightly smaller girl's head, moving up in the motion of the get black bun at the top of her head. She tucked them more into the corner, her back itching from the old, moldy, wood and rusted nails that dug into her skin. The only indicator was that this was a real. That this nightmare was her reality.

“You could have mine. You could have mine.” The girls sing at the same time, both of their eyes closed as they envisioned the chorus being sung in the melodic and comforting voice of their mother. The eldest couldn’t hold it in anymore. As choked herself on a sob as she fluted her sister, leaning her ear back into the corner. She tried to stop the tears rolling down her face, eyes clenched and her teeth gritted.

The younger girl didn’t really know what do to for her aching sister, all while trying to heal her own pain that she was unsure of having in the first place. So she just held her righter, reassuring her that she was there, even though she couldn’t do much. Her face stayed in the crook of the girl's neck, the only sense of comfort was the smokey scent of poppy flowers her sister always held from her taking the pair to roll in the Piltover flower fields at night.

All the older girl could do to soothe the pair was to continue to hum the song, tried from the constant state of worrying she’d been in for what felt like hours. Her head was still headed back as she held her sister, the pair drifting off into an exhausted but unwanted slumber.

The small sense of comfort didn’t last long, for the youngest at least. She rose her head from the girl's neck, her ears no longer muffled from the contact. She couldn’t hear much, which was good considering the stark contrast of the sound of war that was previously raging beyond those doors.

But what wasn’t good was that her parents weren’t back yet.

She raised herself more, her sister’s arms dropping from her sides and onto the dust-ridden ground as she moved.

“Maggie.” The younger girl whispered, looking at her older sister, who didn’t react. “Maggie.” She said again, the some leaning closer and giving her the finest nudge, to not make too much noise.

Still nothing.

She sighed, decking that the girl had to be exhausted from all the anxiety that riddled them not long ago. She then just decided to rise from her sister’s legs, which were probably relieved to be relaxed from her weight.

Her knees popped as she stood, releasing tension from being in that fetal position for so long. She shook off her jacket, laying it on top of the girl's sleeping form to fill in for the warmth she was leaving.

She then turned around, slowly stepping towards the window near the front door. She hid behind the wall, trying to not put her whole body into the frame of the glass as she analyzed the state outside. She couldn’t see much, fire and smoke fogging the glass and sky. She sighed, glancing back at her sleeping sister. She could see the streets as even getting to her in her sleep, a permanent frown over her features as she dreamed.

She needed to find their parents.

“I’ll be right back, Maggie.” She sighed, her hands clenched as her heart began to race. “I have to find mom and dad.” She said.

She jumped before placing her hand on the door knock, the rusted metal was slightly warm due to the fire that lurked nearby. She then slowly opened the door, the wood and metal surprisingly quiet, not that any could hear her over the cracking of everything burning. But it was good to be safe.

She closed the door behind her, stepping onto the damp mud that seemed to grow from the fissures. Her boots made no sound as she lurked her way through the smoke. She brought her shirt up to cover her nose as she began to slightly cough, her eyes stinging. She shivered slightly, her bare arms and hole-filled pants not doing much to provide warmth.

She only let out small coughs as she made her way through the murky area, glancing at piles of…she didn’t know what, she couldn’t see that well. She decided not to dwell on it much, only trying to make her way to the bridge she knew her parents would be at.

That's where they said they’d be.

She waved smoke out of her face as she walked only minutes away, coming into a better clearing. She was only about ten feet away from the only thing separating Zaun and Piltover when she saw it.

Bodies.

She sucked in a breath at the sight of them. There were flames everywhere, the ones on this end not being put out by the equipped enforcers.

Her eyes were no longer watering just from the sting of the smoke.

Bodies lay around the ground surrounded by the entrance near the structure. Bodies of people she knew, people she saw within her town. The woman from the brothel who used to come to her mom for cosmetics. The man from the food stand that gave them free fruit and bread if their dad would make his famous fruit pastries. The elderly couple that used to sit around and tell fascinating tales to the children, takes that she only hoped were true. She saw kids her age and older, people she used to play with near the stream.

Bodies that looked too familiar. Dressed in their usual bright colors.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” She uttered as she ran into the bridge, only briefly dodging being brunt from the flames around her, feeling the heat on her skin. Closer to their side, lay the familiar figures of her parents. Her breaths began ragged and she sunk to her knees near them, tears streaming down her face. “No, no, no, no, no. Mama, Papa, no.” She cried as she shook them. “Come on, get up.” Shaking them vigorously.

Her mind was scattered, deciding to work on them one at a time. She moves over to her father, who later on his stomach, facing away from her. “Come on, Papa, you have to get up.” She said through the tears streaming down her face. “You have to up for us, please.” She begged.

She received not even an inkling of a response, causing the girl to sob. She placed her head onto his back, breathing in his pinewood scent that was now mixed with the smell of smoke. She sobbed into his blue shirt, leaving stains of snot, spit, and tears from her gut-wrenching sobs.

Her mind ran a mile a minute, the girl continued to cry as she moved over to her mom, the woman lay on her stomach, looking up at the stars. Her hand was covering a wound she had had in her abdomen, a fancy knife sticking out. A Piltover Enforcer knife. “Please Mama, you have to make it. Please!” The girl sobbed louder, moving to place her hand over her mom’s, her smaller hand getting slicked with the woman’s blood. She was in the state of grieving her father while she tried to care for all she had left.

She could feel the shallow breath the woman took with her hand on her abdomen. She had a little hope.

“Please Mama, please! You have to hang on for me.” She cried, placing her head on the woman’s chest. She got no answer in response to the sobs that racked through her body, but she could hear her faint heartbeat.

What she couldn’t hear was the sound of boots smacking against the pavement, making their way closer to her.

Maggie let out an uncomfortable groan as she raised her head. She brought her hand up as she twisted her neck, trying to alleviate the pain she now had from napping with her head back.

In doing so, the jacket that blocked her from the cold nature of Zaun hit her like a brick. But it wasn’t the freezing air that she was focused on.

It was the missing body of her sister.

She immediately jumped up from her sitting position, unstable from just waking up and her tired legs having not moved since the weight of her sister was on them. “Dessa?” She called out, looking around the small, abandoned house. She got no answer.

She moved to look around any part of the home the girl could be in, the old home creaking and dark. And her sister was nowhere to be found. She then looked at the front door, noticing the smallest crack left by the girl leaving. And her heart dropped.

She rushed to swing the door open, not caring to be discreet like they planned as she looked for her little sister. “Odessa?” She called out, looking through the smoke and flames that surrounded her. No response.

She drew in a hiss as tears started to prick her eyes, not knowing what to do. She couldn’t care less about all the smoke she was inhaling due to her fast breathing, or the smoke that stung her eyes.

All she wanted to do was find her family.

“Odessa!” She moved around in the smoke, calling out for the girl. Her feet were frantic as she dodged flames. Her sporadic movements and racing thoughts caused her to trip over something, falling head-first into the muddy ground. She glanced down at what caught her ankle, her breath getting caught in her throat as she gazed into the bead eyes of someone. She let out a small yelp as she backed away from the body, trying her best to get to her feet.

She stumbled on her way up, her eyes jumping to everything around her, taking in nothing but bodies and flames. Her heart raced as her eyes darted every which way. She was too in shock to even cry, but she could feel her heart contort within the confines of her chest as panic began to set in. The thought of her whole family being gone.

She trudged through the heat, trying to catch a glimpse of even the smallest of movements as she looked for her family. “Mama, Papa!” She screamed. “Odessa, please! Where are you!” She knew she was taking a risk by being so loud, especially when someone dangerous could be lurking anywhere. But she didn’t care. That only meant that maybe she’d be put out of her misery and join the ones she lost, or that her family would have to grieve her, but at least they’d be together.

Her breathing was more than labored, it was short and skipping. Her eyes were frantic when she caught something not far away from her. She could see a tall figure move through the smoke. She inched forward, trying to see through the glass that was blocking her vision. She was only feet away when she saw the back of an enforcer. She was moving his way in on something with his gun pointed.

She watched, trying to see what he was seeing until her eyes caught the familiar yellow, baggy pants on the ground not far away from him. And she stopped breathing altogether.

Odessa snapped her head up when she heard the gravel under his boots, making eye contact with the dark glasses of the enforcer had mask. She gritted her teeth, rage filling her at the sight of him. “You did this!” She yelled, not caring for the gun aimed at her. Whoever was behind the mask hesitated the moment her eyes met theirs, as if they were taking in the scene of it all.

“You did this and you’re gonna pay! Your whole bloodline will! All of you Pilte scum!” She screamed in rage, moving to the knife lodged in her mother’s side. She didn’t want to remove it, but she’d rather this officer die at her hands for the sake of her mother than die with no revenge.

Maggie heard it all and watched the scene in shock. She could see the dead bodies of her family from where she stood and her sister was about to die. But she couldn’t grieve now. Grieving was a luxury she didn’t have at this time.

So she looked around her, spotting a machete some dead Zaunite held as they marched into battle. She didn’t think before ripping the blade out of their hands. She was immediately running to her sister, trying to save the only family she had left.

“ODESSA!” She belted as she ran, catching both of their attention. The distraught girl looked over at her sister while the Enforcer eyed the girl running their way. She was moving at an insane speed, a sharp blade in her hands and fury written on her face. See the woman, the officer moved to aim their gun and the charging girl, but she was too close. Her sister’s eyes widened, watching the movements they both took. “Magnolia, no!” She screamed. But she was too late.

She plunged the blade into their chest, just as a gunshot sounded.

Things seemed to be more silent than ever, birds squawking and flying off due to the surprise of the loud sounds. The cracking of the flames seemed to drown out all around them, the sound was the gasping coming from the enforcer. Maggie’s breathing was still labored as she pulled the long blade out, causing the enforcer to choke on their blood, before she plunged it back into their heart, causing the body to fall.

They collapsed backward, practically sliding off the knife in her tight grip. She heaved as she watched them fall, a pool of blood beginning to surround them. Odessa removed her hands from her ears and opened her eyes, her eyes moving to the form of her sister before her. She glanced at the body but far away from them before looking back at her family.

Maggie snapped out of her head, moving to kneel on the other side of their parents. She looked her sister in the eye, with different expressions but both full of grief and despair. Magnolia looked over at the still body of their father before glancing back at Odessa, who silently shook her head, tears still streaming down her face. The older girl closed her eyes, trying to stop the pain that twisted within her heart as one tear slipped past her lids and slid down her cheek. “Okay, okay.” She breathed, her hands shaking as she tried to soothe herself in such a situation. She looked down at her mother, seeing the shallow breaths the woman her taking as the knife moved within her abdomen. Her eyes moved from the stars above to look between her two daughters.

“You’re gonna be okay, Mama,” Magnolia said shakily, placing her hands on the woman’s chest. “I’m gonna make sure you’re okay. You’re gonna make it, okay?” Her voice quivered. Her hands moved from the comforting grasp on her chest to the knife in her side. Her eyes were frantic, looking between her mother’s face and her shallow breaths. She didn’t really know what to do and the panic was becoming worse. “Okay. Okay. Okay, I’m gonna save you, okay? I’m gonna make sure everything is okay. Everything is gonna be alright.” She rambled, her eyes trained on the knife that stuck out of the woman. She placed her hands on the handle of the blade, her grip tight but also trying not to apply or alleviate any pressure.

“Okay. Okay. Okay.” She took deep breaths, her eyes jumping from the wound to her mother’s face to her father's dead body. She didn’t know what her next move was going to be but before she could make it, a bloody hand was placed over hers. “Maggie.” Her sister whispered, causing the girl to look up at her. She didn’t meet Odessa’s eyes, which were trained downward.

She followed her gaze, her eyes landing on the blood flowing from the bullet wound in her stomach. She sucked in a breath, watching it seep through her thin clothing. She looked back up, seeing the tears stroll down her sister’s face as she began to shake her head, realizing that she was losing all her family in one fell swoop. “Maggie, no.” She cried.

Magnolia shook her head, scooting forward on her knees to place her hand on the side of her sister’s face. “No, no.” She said, shaking her head as she continued to breathe funny, which they knew didn’t know if it was due to the nerves of everything or the bullet. “Look at me, Dessa. Look at me.” She said softly, her jumpy eyes looking between the glistening ones of her sister. “You will be fine, do you hear me? You and Mama will be fine. I’m going to make sure, okay?” She said, her breaths starting to become shorter than they originally were. Odessa couldn’t believe her, her head shaking as she watched the person she loved wither in front of her.

“Yes, it will, Dessa,” Magnolia said firmly. “Yes it will and you have to be strong for you and Mama, okay?”

“Don’t talk like that, Maggie. Don’t!” The younger girl cried.

“Okay, Dess, okay.” She sighed. She then placed her lips against her forehead, letting the kiss linger before she released her grip on the slightly younger girl. She then placed her hands back on the wound of their mother, who could only watch as tears clouded her eyes. Magnolia couldn’t look at her mother, her gaze focused solely on the wound, catching glimpses of her own as she breathed. “It’s gonna hurt for a bit, Mom, but you’re strong. I’m so sorry, okay?” She didn’t waste time for an answer she knew she wasn’t going to receive before pulling out the knife. She frantically put her hands over it to stop the blood while the woman groaned, causing the girl to clench her eyes shut as if to stop the sounds from entering her ears. Odessa grabbed the knife, hurriedly cutting off a piece of her own shirt and handing it to her sister.

Maggie took it, placing the fabric over to wounds to soak up the blood. She clenched her jaw as she stuffed it in only a smidge, causing the woman to groan again. Magnolia bit her lips, tears rolling down her eyes at the sound of pain coming from the woman. Odessa’s tears never stopped, the girl moving to cradle her mother’s head into her lap, doing her best to provide comfort.

“Darlin’ I wish that you could give me some more time.” Odessa began, her voice quivering as she gazed into her mother’s eyes, singing the song. “To herd the whole sky in my arms and release it when you’re mine.” She tried her best to sing. The woman gazed up at her, a sliver of a smile gracing her lips as she looked lovingly into her daughter’s eyes.

“I'd tell you, "I thought I loved you too" I just didn't have the words to say.” Magnolia chimed in, her eyes trained on the wound that wasn’t stopping its gushing. “I'd put the piece in your backyard, in hopes to be enough for you to stay.” She breathed out, suddenly becoming tired. She placed her head onto her mother’s lap, still applying pressure with the fabric that was becoming slacked in blood. Her other hand tried to find her mother's bloody one, the woman able to flex her fingers around hers, feeling the connection between them.

“I'd give you the sun if you asked me.” They both continued, the younger girl not taking her eyes off the woman who started to blink slower and slower.

“You could have all of the time. You could have the stars and the trees when dividin' up the universe.” She sobbed, seeing the light in the woman’s eyes go out. “No, no, no. Mom, please.” She sobbed.

“You could have mine. You could have mine.” Magnolia continued to sing, drowning out the sound of her sister pleading for the life to stop leaving their mother. Her breaths started to become shorter, and her blinking became slower as she covered the wound, her other hand playing with the fingers of her mother. She closed her eyes, too tired to open them back up. Blood seeped from her wing onto the group next to her mom, connecting to the woman’s hand. Magnolia clenched her jaw, focused solely on feeling the connection between her and her mother, their fingers intertwined as blood seeped between the creases of their being. “You could have mine. You could have mine.” She continued to sing as best as she could, her voice trailing off.

Sobs racked through the younger, her eyes looking between all the of her family laid before her. “No, please! Please don’t leave me!” She cried, looking at them. “Please don’t leave me here! I want to go with you, please!” She sobbed. She held her mother's head, softly rubbing the side of her face before looking up at the sky. “Take me with them, please! Don’t leave me here!” She yelled. All that came was a gust of wind, pushing the smell of her family’s blood and smoke into her nostrils. She sobbed at that, leaning down to place her forehead against her mother’s, tears streaming down her face. “Please.” She said softly.

It was silent for a moment, nothing being heard but the girl's pitiful sobs as she clutched all that she had in this world.

Her eyes were closed when she felt the heat of something near her. She glanced up, catching a light emitting from her sister. The girl lay on her mother, emoting a soft, golden glow that seemed to slowly intensify. She blinked, looking at the girl in confusion.

“Maggie?” She asked timidly. She could’ve sworn she heard a soft and angelic hum come from the glow at her voice, but she couldn’t dwell on it before she watched in astonishment as the glow seeped onto the person she had contact with. The older woman in her lap hummed with a soft glow of her own. The light dimmed within Magnolia as the power transferred, causing the mother to emit the same shine.

And then it went away. Odessa sat there in shock, not knowing what to do.

A gasp ripped through the woman in her lap, her eyes blinking rapidly as she gazed up at her daughter. Odessa immediately burst into tears again, looking down at the woman. “Mama!” She cried, hugging the woman in her position. The older woman placed her head next to her daughters, taking in deep breaths as she felt the breathing and okay girl next to her. “Oh, my sweet child.” She said softly, rubbing her daughter’s head. Odessa seemed to cry harder at her mother’s voice, clutching onto the woman.

The pair held each other for minutes, baking in what they both knew. She died, but now she was back again. She felt the life leave her, felt the pain take over her in her last moments. Odessa saw her eyes become dull as she stopped breathing. But now here she was, breathing perfectly fine, in no pain as she clutched onto her baby.

After only moments of relief, the woman sat up with her daughter's help. She stopped, however at the sight before her. Her eldest daughter and her husband lay, no sign of life.

She saw what happened to her husband. She was there when a piece of rubble fell on him. But that didn’t make the sight of half her life being gone any better. Tears streamed down her face as she looked between the two. Her daughter lay with her head in her lap, trying to gain comfort from her mother in both of their last moments. The woman sobbed, bending down to hold the girl closest to her. “My poor baby.” She cried, clutching onto the lifeless body of the girl.

Odessa stood behind her, her eyes clenched shut at the sound of her mother’s sobs. She couldn’t fathom the sight anymore. The sight of her mother clutching her sister who was now dead.

Dead because of me. She thought.

She doesn’t know what was worse, having to live with the guilt that her mother lost something she loved due to her, or losing her whole family before her. She placed her head into her hands, facing away from the disgust of her now-gone father, sister, and best friend. Her hands were placed over her ears to drown the sounds of everything out, the only thing she could hear was the sound of thoughts.

You did this.

You shouldn’t have left that room.

This is your fault.

Your own sister.

She’s dead because of you.

She’s dead because of you.

She’s dead because of you.

She’s dead because of you.

She’s dead because of you!

She jumped at the feeling of hands on her shoulder, causing the girl to look up. Her eyes connected with the soft and loving gaze of her mother. The girl immediately jumped into her embrace. “I’m sorry.”Sobs racked through her aggressively. “I’m so sorry, Mama!” She cried. She was so exhausted that she was not sure if she even had tears left to cry, just dry heaving into the woman’s embrace. “It’s all my fault.”

“It’s not honey.” The woman said softly, lifting the small preteen into her arms. “It’s not your fault. It’s not.” She said. But Odessa wasn’t hearing her, clothing onto the woman as she looked at her sister's figure over her mother's shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry.” She continued to cry, not sure who she was speaking to now.

“It’s okay, my love. It’s okay.” The woman said. “We’re going to make it better.” She reassured herself as well, gazing down at the dead enforcer not far from them. She clenched her jaw before moving to grab the machete from the ground. She shored her lasting family in her one arm, looking at the more chaos around them. “Everything will be okay from here on. For me and you. Our family. For us.” She said. Odessa could only nod into the woman’s neck, finding it hard to speak now.

The woman began to move, making her way back home. She stopped at the sound of footsteps behind her, the blade clenched within her hands tightly, ready to defend.

But all that emerged was the familiar figure of the buff man she knew well. He paused at the sight of them, taking in the sight of her stature. The single girl she held with a weapon in her hands.

Vader held the small bodies of two girls, looking back at her. No weeds were changed between the pair, Greg filling their gazes as they took in all they needed to. He nodded at her, and she did the same before the pair walked away together, back to the place they knew as home.

It was quiet. The dark sky still loomed with the aftermath of the rebellion, smoke and red flames filling the area. The bridge was in disarray, broken and disheveled. A tall figure walked down the bridge, into the flames and bodies that surrounded it.

His heavy staff clinked against the metal ground as he passed every other body that littered the hellscape. That was until he made it to the end, and he gazed down at the small figure that lay near her father, a pool of blood that wasn’t all hers surrounded her.

The figure seemed to hesitate, looking at the familiar face that had no life. It was haunting, even for someone such as themselves.

The being then began to wave its staff around, intensifying the wind around him and the girl. Smoke and flames were caught in the magic that surrounded them. The girl's hair was blowing in the wind, her soft glow coming back. Then, runes popped up all around him. It seemed as if he deciphered between different symbols as he kept swinging the staff. Suddenly, a gem appeared in his hand, unscripted with a symbol. When he was essentially making a flame tornado around the pair, he then slammed his staff down, the sound echoing throughout the area.

A magical aura surrounded the girl, her golden glow intensifying as it glitched between that and a soft blue. The aura around her hummed, wind billowing through the expanse of the land as glowed, ruffing the robe the magical being wore. She started to change before his eyes, her dark brown hair lightening a bit as other bits turned a stark white. Her wound healed before him, before she suddenly gasped, her eyes shooting open. The golden glow she once emitted seeped into her from her bullet wounds, tracing its way up her body. The glow shined through her, showing as it came up to her throat and out of her mouth, and floated above her. It rose higher and higher, drifting to meet with the stars before suddenly moving back down, plunging through her and into her heart.

The magic around her left, and the girl suddenly fell from the air, not before the being caught her within his arms. She was unconscious when he gazed down upon her, her mouth open as she let out small snores into the fabric that he was wearing. He held onto her, gazing down at her anew.

He then began moving to the bridge again, the girl cradled in his arms. He held her as he traveled through the city of Piltover until he came upon a familiar building. He softly placed her onto the hard pavement in front of the door, moving to take off one of his scarves and place it under the girl's head. He then placed the rune bead held within her hand, closing her fist around it. He gave a soft pat to her hands before ringing the doorbell to the home.

He offered the girl on last longe gaze before suddenly disappearing.

The grand door creaked open, the small creature immediately looking at the girl lying before his doorstep, while a smaller creature yipped next to him. He glanced around for others, his eyes not ears catching sight of anyone else lurking near.

“Hmm.” The Yordle said. “Now how do I bring you inside?” He questioned himself, one of his small fingers tapping his chin.

Let me know if you cry, I tried to make it sad. I was so sad last night writing this that I had to make the mother live, I couldn’t do it. She probably won’t make it though.

[seafoamreadings]

week of july 14th, 2024

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: a much anticipated mars-uranus conjunction occurs with algol in your 2nd house this week. yes, it's scary vibes. so the warnings: beware head injuries, concussions, etc. your money may be at risk, or you may find yourself sacrificing some important values. on the bright side the energies can be strangely empowering from you. don't go starting trouble, but don't shy away from a fight (metaphorically. do very much avoid physical violence under this transit.) justice is on your side.

taurus: for you as for many, the mars-uranus conjunction is the major focal point of the week. in this scenario, do you see yourself as medusa or as perseus? algol is, probably quite unjustly, considered the "demon" star. it is the eye of medusa, gleaming furiously from her severed head. you may be victorious, you may be filled with righteous anger. it is important to behave in a way that keeps you safe, but otherwise, act accordingly.

gemini: while others tremble in fear waiting for the mars-uranus conjunction to come and pass, that transit occurs mainly behind the scenes for you, in the back of your mind or in dreams. however, do be very careful in/about isolated places like hospitals, prisons, etc. much more likely noticeable to you is the subsequent ingress of mars into your sign. it will likely be refreshing, invigorating, and energized from that conjunction.

cancerians: on the one hand, it may be best to stay out of even lovely social circles this week, in favor of keeping more or less to yourself. on the other hand, another capricorn full moon lights up your relationships later in the week. although relationship develop under such circumstances, this can certainly be done from afar as you enjoy your solitude in some warm, cozy lair.

leo: we are now on the cusp of most solar leo season. celebration is good - but probably better in private at this time. a soft launch, so to speak. the focus should be on the private life, not the public life, which can be completely unmanageable and unpredictable this week.

virgo: if you need to make a major life change, mars and uranus conjoining in your 9th house can give you the gumption you need to get it taken care of. with that said i would advise strongly against any travel at this time, especially if it is of a long distance variety, and i would be mindful that long distance relationships can be at a tipping point with this aspect - most likely not tipping in a direction you'll enjoy (sorry).

libra: some esoteric weirdness or even some form of grief may take up a big chunk of your week but otherwise all the auspices are quite good for librans now. if there is trouble at home, find a quiet place to stabilize. if there is trouble out in the world, let your home instead be your sanctuary. keep a reliable, steady home base, is the point, and the other chaos of the moment will pass easier.

scorpio: committed partnerships likely get put through the ringer this week. not just your significant other if you have one but a business partner, a best friend, etc. those things you really have some loyalty too. but if they stand this test, they are good as gold, solid and worth keeping.

sagittarius: you're not known for being a stickler for schedules anyway, but pre-existing routines and rituals are likely to get shaken up over this week. on the bright side, money situations may see improvements and mars finally moving into gemini is at minimum a relief, and more likely a nice little flirtation that might become more.

capricorn: so maybe it's not the most romantic period of your life or maybe your creative endeavors flop or even backfire. whatever, let it just be fun, don't hang your hat on it. on the bright side a full moon in your sign puts a nice glow on you and illuminates your best qualities, for yourself and for others to see.

aquarius: you are one of the signs that will most need to brace for this mars-uranus transit. don't fall prey to the bad press but at the same time, take it seriously. use it to empower yourself, not to wallow in a victim mentality, even if you are truly victimized (which i hope you are not!) it is not a week for major risks or anything too "out there."

pisces: you may find yourself quicker than usual to fly off the handle. avoid arguments and disagreements this week and resist any temptation to hide behind an internet persona or other form of anonymity. any writing you do for a little while should remain private, don't even text too much. instead put your focus on self care and building your home. you can get chatty and friendly again later.

[defilerwyrm]

May i ask how's the recovery process after gender affirming surgeries?

If you mean how's it going now: my last surgery was in 2022 so at this point I'm 100% healed up. I was SUPPOSED to get my implants in December 2023 but my insurance company has been fucking me over at every turn so that's still on hold.

If you mean how was it at the time:

Top surgery (2018) was pretty easy for me since I have a desk job. I stayed with family in town for the first 2 weeks, during which time I basically did nothing but sleep, wake up long enough to use the toilet, take a dry shower, eat something, take more pain meds, then go back to sleep. I had 4 weeks off work, so after that I was a little sore and still confined to button-down shirts because I couldn't raise my arms above shoulder level; then I went back to work and all was normal for the next month. But...

Because I am an unlucky son of a bitch, I had a rare complication: I developed a seroma that dehysced (i.e. a hole opened up along my suture line that leaked large amounts of greasy, bright orange fluid made up of lymph and blood), which was not painful at all but was absolutely disgusting and very alarming to experience—but not a medical emergency or anything, and was easily fixed with a revision surgery. I took another 2 (I think?) weeks off work and it's been fine ever since. The left side of my chest is a little funny but I don't really care, it was fully worth it. Please note that I did not have drains. If you have drains, you're even LESS likely to have this problem.

Hysterectomy (2019) was much the same: I slept through the first two weeks and spent the next 2 in a recliner with an ice pack on my lower belly, playing a lot of Stardew Valley and getting into Critical Role. I was lucky enough to live with a friend who loves cooking. I ate a lot of soup. The soreness wasn't that bad, but I have a policy of staying ahead of the pain by using timers for how often I should be taking them. The worst part of it was the pain meds, tbh, because I really don't like the way oxycodone makes me feel; at the same time, I'm grateful for that fact because it keeps me from forming a habit.

Phalloplasty etc (2021) was kinda rough to start. I had 3 months off work that time. Slept through the first 2 weeks as usual. But for the first 3 weeks total I had a suprapubic catheter in and man I fuckin' hate being cathed. I felt like I needed to pee at all times, even immediately after draining the cath bag. Awful. Learning to pee standing up was...let's just say I did a lot of laundry and cleaning, lol. This was made worse by the fact that I had two fistulae (holes that go through the urethra all the way to the outside)—like I said, I've got bad luck. One of them healed up all on its own, like most of them do. The other one required a revision 8 months later, which meant being cathed again for a while, SIGH. But back to post-op for phallo: I had physical therapy for my left arm to make sure I kept a good range of motion; I kept the graft bandaged with daily gentle cleanup, application of ointments, and rebandaging; and had to take dry showers for the first uhhhhh. 2 weeks at least, maybe 3 or 4? After I got the cath out, things were MUCH easier. I was just kinda vaguely tired and sore and spent most of my time lying down. My libido came back at the start of the 2nd month, which was frustrating af because it wasn't till the start of the 3rd month that I was healed up enough to do anything about it (but once I could, holy FUCK it was incredible).

[flamingskull28]

Ink burns headcannon

So ink burns are a common Injury in splatoon, they occur when an inkling or octoling is shot repeatedly by a single ink color in a single part of their body. This happens due to the different color ink burning into their skin so much that their own ink can't fully fix that part of them. Leaving a burn mark at the area in that color for a while until their body can flush it out.

It's a low level injury most of the time. It's mostly is just a sore and irritable area on the inkling/octoling. It may hurt to touch or cause slight pain when moving that area depending on how big the burn is. Most people get it playing Turf either by getting splatted a lot in a single round or fighting the same color repeatedly. This is why teams try to change color each round. It's also why splatfests have a high amount of ink burns reported during and after them.

Treatments are pretty simple. If you see a burn appearing [1st degree ink burn] try and avoid fighting that color if possible, or avoid getting shot in that general area if the first isn't possible. If it's already burned into the skin fully [2nd degree], it's recommended you stop playing Turf or whatever ink related activities you're doing though if you're careful you should be fine. At this degree you can wash the area with cold water to help cool it (ink is hot after being fired) and wash some of the forgin ink off. It should disappear in about a day or two. If the burn is becoming a darker shade [3rd degree] it is very highly recommended you stop whatever ink activities you are doing immediately (if a squid-force employee notices you trying to play with this degree burn they will stop the match and force you to stop until it's gone) at this level pain will become highly noticeable and the burn may take over a week to fully dissappear. To treat effectively wash the area with cold water and try and keep it on ice. If possible try not to strain that part of you too much. If you see a very darkly shaded ink burn [4th degree] stop all ink activities immediately, no matter how important you think they are. Further damage to that area could cause nerve damage, sometimes permanently. At this stage the ink burn will be penatrating your muscle tissue and can make it difficult to move that part of you without large spikes of pain. This degree of burn, depending on how bad it is, could stay for years or sometimes forever (though the pain will lessen over time). As for treatment, it is highly recommended you check into a hospital to reduce risks. If you are unable to for any reason (like trying to hide agent work for example) try and submerge the area in cold water while as soon as you can, of course, being careful not to submerged too much and end up splatting yourself. Avoid using that part of your body if possible wear and tear will only make it worse, applying disinfectant is also recommended as burns this deep can cause bleeding and Lead way to infection. After you do this bandage the wound and try and keep it on ice whilst straining it, after you think the area is fully cooled down make sure to eat and drink plenty while getting lots of rest while your body works to restore the damaged area. This degree of inkburn is very rare since most people stop playing after 3rd degree, the leading cause of this is high acidity Ink (I will explain in a moment) but aside from that Splatfests are the leading cause.

High acidity Ink, this is ink that that has a higher acidity level than normal. Certain people are born with this type of ink and it can carry down by generation. This ink hurts more to be hit with and causes ink burns easier, people who have it are mostly the same as other inklings/octolings though it is a common belief that high acidity Ink makes people both stronger and more irritable though it's never been proven. This trait is seemingly more common in people who evolved from venomous species of cephalopods. The octarian army considers ink acidity when choosing front line troops and when promoting solider to elites, leading to a majority of Elites having high acidity Ink and being more dangerous as a result.

Extra info

-some of the top level turf players have prominent ink burns from their years of battle.

-Agent 3's scar is technically an ink burn, since they had sanitized ink latched to their face for a long period of time and sanitized ink is the highest acidity ink known. (the degree of Burn caused is dependent on what you think.)

-Agent 4 and 3 (in my versions) have multiple ink burns due to the high acidity Ink of many frontline octolings. As does 8 due to the Metro

-4 is more proud of her scars. Seeing them as proof of her strength. 3 is indifference about it (except the one on her eye which she hates). 8 doesn't like how they look and tries to hide hers

- ink Burns during splatfast are so common they often have tents set up on the edge of the event for the pure purpose of treating them

-chargers and splatlings are the weapon that causes burns the most

- ink burns on someone's tentacles often end up sinking down to the ends of their tentacles if they occur often enough it can lead to noticeable amounts of that ink at the end of their tentacles.

Feel free to use my head Cannon in any way you like, if you want some background medical book like text for any reason. you can also just use the paragraph I wrote.

[everythingpeaches]

In which Remus has needs and Sirius is eager to earn his forgiveness.

The issue with forgiveness is that as soon as it enters the mind as a possibility, it is almost impossible not to act upon it.

Remus wants to be stoic. He wants to draw it out, treat the issue with the severity it deserves and wait for forgiveness to be earned. Remus also has needs.

He still isn't really talking to Sirius, not properly. They all sit together now, the marauders reunited, and they have conversations which include all four of them without Sirius and Remus having to actually talk to one another directly.

Sirius is too grateful for this half-peace that he dare not overstep, dare not push for more. He is quiet and appeasing, rolling over and showing his belly whenever Remus looks his way.

Remus is cold, a little cruel with his words and withholding of emotion. He takes a sort of pleasure in it, like sinking nails into Sirius' skin. It's not healthy for either of them, but it's better than before.

With Sirius present again in his life, Remus is having a hard time with his feelings. His emotional feelings, certainly, but more dangerous still are the more physical desires that are resurfacing after weeks apart, because Sirius is beautiful and even if Remus hates him he also loves him, and he's hormonal and very, very horny.

It's becoming a problem.

Remus isn't sure he even fancied Sirius this much back before they started dating, when it was all longing looks and imagination. He's finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything.

He should really be focusing on his OWL studies, the exams are approaching with alarming speed, but instead he finds himself watching Sirius.

He watches him over the table at meal times, laughing and throwing his head back so that his long pale neck is stretched and exposed. He watched him at quidditch practice, thighs tight around his broom. Worse still is in their dormitory, topless and wet haired. It's driving him insane.

'I've lost my mind,' he says to Lily one day. They're in the library, Remus is supposed to be studying for defence against the dark arts but he can't get past the first sentence in the chapter of his book.

'Perhaps,' Lily says, not looking up from her notes, 'You need to get it out of your system.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, you two have always been a bit... intense. I know it's still tricky between you, but who knows maybe a bit of rough and ready is what you both need.'

'Lily!' Remus exclaims, heat flushing up his neck. The red head laughs, looking up from her papers with a wicked smile.

'I'm just saying,' she says, going back to scratching away with her quill, 'Sometimes it's easier to talk without words.'

Remus isn't one to ignore good advise, nor is he one to deny himself something he wants for long.

Opportunity arrises earlier than he expected, that very same night when he and Sirius both find themselves alone, hiding in a 2nd floor broom cupboard from Filch. Peter is somewhere under the floorboards, scurrying away on four tiny paws, and James is under the cloak so has no need for a hiding place.

Remus had grabbed Sirius and dragged him into the confined space without really thinking. Now the door was shut, and he was suddenly very aware of how close the other boy was to him.

'Erm,' Sirius says, shifting a little awkwardly, 'I think I'm stood in a bucket.' He shakes his foot and there's a sound like a rattling suit of armer.

'Sh!' Remus hisses, heat crawling up his neck.

'Sorry,' the other boy whispers. 'Are you alright? You're breathing funny.'

'I'm fine,' Remus says quickly. He is trying to focus on anything other than the feel of Sirius' breath on his cheek, or the way the other boy's leg keeps bumping against his own.

'Are you sure, it's just- oh.' Sirius cuts off, leg bumping against something else of Remus'. 'Oh.'

'Shut up,' Remus says. He wants to die.

'I didn't say anything,' Sirius replies, his voice taking on a new tone. 'I can help you with that, if you like?'

He's standing closer than is necessary, even in these very cramped conditions.

'Stop it. I'm still very cross with you.'

'Well then,' Sirius says, voice dark and dangerous, 'Let me earn your forgiveness.'

Remus already knows he is going to give in. He has appalling self control, and Sirius' fingers have started dancing across his hip bone in a way that makes it hard to think.

'This doesn't mean I forgive you.'

'I know.'

He's kissing Remus' neck now.

'I mean... I'm really...' He's not sure what he is trying to say, thought leaving his brain entirely as Sirius' lips come in contact with the soft skin beneath his ear.

'Let me show you how sorry I am,' Sirius says.

'Okay,' Remus replies.

When Lily sees Remus next in the common room, she takes one look at him and bursts out laughing.

'See, I always give the best advice,' she says with a wicked grin.

Remus blushes, but secretly he quite agrees.

[fottitimioamore]

Okay, I saw a similar scenario on ao3, and after reading it I was like, "ok but what if it was with this instead". So I wrote it. I'm not super sure on the 2nd and 3rd part, but the 1st and 4th are alright. Personally, why only let him watch??

I'm tempted to write a fic where we get to absolutely destroy Ghost, soo 🤷‍♀️

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♡ Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

♡ Warnings: Smut (minors just don't get me in trouble plz)

♡ Relationship: Romantic

♡ Summary: Three times taskforce 141 nearly caught you and Ghost in the act, and the one time they did.

♧ Reader's callsign is Wish ♧

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1

Relationships in the military could be difficult. With your partner constantly away from home, it could get lonely being apart for so long. But you couldn't say being with your partner was much easier. Especially when no one knew about your relationship.

You and Ghost had both agreed that keeping the two of you a secret from the rest of 141 was the easiest path to take. You loved the boys, really, but the less who knew about you, the better. Intimate ties were a dangerous thing to have in your line of work. Neither of you were willing to take the risk of targets on your back in order to get to the other.

Though, at the moment, you were hesitant to say that working on the taskforce together was such a great idea. Now, trapped between Ghost and a wall, with someone fiddling with the lock of the closet door beside you.

You had been paired up in rooms on the base, Ghost stuck with Soap and you, Gaz. You were going on three weeks now, barely able to get away long enough to take care of yourself in the shower.

So, when Ghost had pulled you into the closet stocked with cleaning supplies for a quicky, something he rarely did, you didn't complain. Maybe you should have, though; seen through the fog that clouded your mind and been aware of the risk that came with it. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Neither of you had anything you were assigned to.

You had, however, promised Gaz you would help him clean, something that didn't register when you were crowded into this specific room.

So now you were facing the consequences of your actions. Well, you were about to. That old lock barely held, and though it was keeping the door shut now, it wouldn't for much longer. As was Ghost, mask pushed up just past his nose, one hand pulling your hips against his own while his other forearm braced against the wall next to your head. He was panting heavily, beads of sweat running down his jaw and neck. The room was hot and stuffy, with little space for him to maneuver. He had halted for a moment, barely able to restrain himself from bucking into you like he'd been doing earlier.

You weren't fairing much better. Wrapped around his neck and waist, head against the wall as you tried to breathe as quietly as possible. It wasn't possible at all, really. You felt full; him buried to the hilt inside of you so your bodies met. But full wasn't enough. You needed friction. You needed him to move again. Your walls fluttered around him, to which he choked on a groan, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder.

You felt him shift, arm on the wall coming down to grasp your waist. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulled out of your wet heat. You could feel every vein along his length drag against your walls. Ghost quickly silenced you with a hand over your mouth after the stimulation had you gasping. The door handle stopped jiggling for a moment, as did your heart. The person behind it growled, fiddling with what sounded like a key ring.

"Why the bloody hell won't it open?" Gaz huffed, trying another key. You sobered up quickly, pushing on Ghost's shoulders gently. Some random rookie was one thing, but your partner and current roommate was another. Ghost ignored your protest, pulling your attention away by dropping his hand only to loop under your knee and replace it again before pushing his hips back into yours.

His palm muffled what you couldn't of your moan, your own pelvis bucking forward to take more of him. His hand still on your waist pressed it down, allowing you nothing but what he gave you. He pressed in until his tip kissed your limit, making you squirm.

He continued this torturous pace through another key, apparently unbothered by the attempts to enter. His mouth traced marks along your collarbone and up the hollow of your throat. At this point, you would rather be discovered than suffer through this pace any longer. Your prayers were answered, however, when you heard another voice call out from down the hall.

"Gaz, come here and help me with this." Price would never know how he saved you just then.

"You sure? You asked me to clean-"

"Don't worry, I'll make Wish help you out when they show up." Did he know? No, there was no way. There was no one around when you'd snuck off. You had little time to think it over, though. Gaz yanked the key from the lock, and after a moment, you heard his footsteps retreating away from the door.

Once he was far enough, you heard Ghost chuckle, low and deep. His hand over your face slid around to your jaw, pulling his head up from your shoulder to meet your gaze. His eyes burned into yours as he bent down and kissed you with enough passion to make up for the teasing he put you through. Without breaking the kiss, he dropped both hands to your thighs and pushed your legs up against your chest. You really had to thank Price for that interruption. It gave you a few more minutes for Ghost to pound out and into you.

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2

Perhaps you learned from your little closet escapade. For next time, you were a little more careful. You'd just gotten back from a long night at the bar, celebrating a long, stressful, yet successful mission. Everyone was at least tipsy by the end of the night. At most, someone (*cough*soap*cough*), had gotten so wasted they passed out, woke up, drank some more, and passed out again. Even Ghost let loose and downed a few glasses. You'd tried to lead him around to the alleyway halfway through the night, but the other men kept you guys close.

Luckily, Price and Gaz hauling that someone back to their room gave you and Ghost a window to slip away to yours unseen. Gaz had volunteered to stay with Soap in case he woke up sick (again), giving way to a long and restless night. Though not in a bad way.

If you had the time, you would've stayed asleep beside him until far into the morning, recuperating from your late night activities. But you didn't. Hungover as they were, the rest of the team would be up early as usual. So you two were up even earlier, savoring the last scraps of time you had together.

You were still half asleep, Ghost's calloused hands guiding your hips along his own in slow, languid movements. Your hands rested limply on his stomach, muscles rippling whenever he rolled up into you. His head propped up by a folded pillow, he watched your expression twist in pleasure when you moved just right.

Your hands moved behind you, supporting your upper half on his thighs. He lifted you up off him, angling your hips as you sank back down to drag a drawn-out moan from your throat. Your eyes rolled back into your head as it fell between your shoulders.

"Fuuuck, just like that, love. Keep makin' those pretty sounds for me, yeah?" he drawled. His voice alone made you clench around him, feeling the dull stretch the position provided. The sensation pulled a groan of his own from below you, pushing his hips up into yours. You were enraptured by the feeling of him. His body between your thighs, hands on your waist, cock stuffed in your hole.

So enraptured that you could very well have missed the soft jingle of the doorknob. Did you lose track of time? You swore you were up early enough to stay for a few hours. When the door didn't open, thank god you were coherent enough to lock it last night, there was a knock.

You lifted your head just enough to meet Ghost's eyes, which were half-lidded and fixed on you. His gaze flicked to the door for a moment, though otherwise he didn't look to be anything but slightly irked at the situation. After a second of no response, another knock, this one louder.

"Wish? You up yet?" It was Soap, sounding exceptionally miserable at the moment. People on this base really had a tendency to interrupt things. This time, though, you were at less of a risk of being caught. "Captain says we gotta meeting before we leave. I'd be out before he comes around himself." Ghost let up this time, settling you as far down as you could be. You cast him a half-hearted glare, which the corner of his mouth pulled up at.

"Y-yeah, getting changed now. I'll be right out." You're astonished at how smooth your voice sounded, trying to focus on anything but the burn in your abdomen. Ghost was having fun. You knew when he had to bite his lip to keep from smiling. He enjoyed watching you struggle to remain in control of yourself.

Soap took your excuse, not wanting to be intrusive, and you heard him groan before he continued down the hall. Ghost sat up, grunting at the new position. You cupped his face, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. You lifted yourself off his lap, whining at the emptiness. He hummed in displeasure, but didn't resist when you moved away. You both knew not to fuck around with Price. You threw on enough clothes to be presentable, tossing Ghost his own scattered around the room.

You were still uncomfortably slick, feeling none of the impending orgasm you had before. When you turned back to Ghost, he had his mask on again, along with his other clothes, but his eyes alone shone with hunger. He hadn't been very satisfied himself. You started an apology, but he shushed you, taking your hand and pressing a kiss, as well as a small object into it.

"I'm sorry, doll. I promise I'll make you feel good, alright?" By the time you'd processed what he'd given you, he was already off down the hall.

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3

The vibrator, which you did not know why Ghost had on him, came in a velvety bag that was still tied shut. It was new. The little shit had something planned. But you trusted him. He wouldn't do anything too risky.

That's why you were sitting in the conference room with that vibrator laying still deep inside you.

You sat on the far end of the table, next to Soap, who had his head down on the table since he sat down. You figured his hangover was hitting the hardest. There were a few others you didn't recognize that took up spots at the other end. Gaz sat across from you, taking notice of your flushed features. You'd not had much time to freshen up before being called down. When he pointed it out, you just shook your head.

"Just warm, haven't been feeling great since last night." Gaz laughed.

"Neither has Soap," he reached over to smack the table next to the fellow Sargeant, who hardly reacted. You fell silent as Ghost joined you at the table, looking slightly more put together than he had earlier. You glanced over at him, locking eyes for just a moment. Intense as ever, they burned into you like a predator's to their prey. 

Before you could melt from the heat of his stare, Price walked in with Laswell tagging along behind. He greeted you all with a brief nod, which many returned, before going on with the meeting. It was mostly review, the outcome of the successful mission, and what would come next. The only thing you really heard was that no action would be taken for a few weeks.

About halfway through, the vibrator sparked to life. It startled you, you'd nearly forgotten about it. You flinched, leaning forward on the table with a squeak and catching the attention of the man beside you.

"You alright?" Soap whispered, having straightened up to seem like he was paying attention to Laswell as she spoke. You nodded, almost too quickly. He was hesitant to turn away, but eventually gave up in trying to search your face and shifted to face the screen.

You snuck a glance at Ghost, pressing your thighs together to gain some release from the sensations. He was still looking ahead, resting one arm on the table with the other under it; in his pocket, no doubt. A casual position, earning no one's suspicion but your own. You knew better.

The vibrations ended for the time being, thank god. You worked yourself down from the impending orgasm you'd felt, risking another peak at the culprit. Ghost didn't look like he was paying attention, but you knew he was watching you in his peripheral. As soon as you started to adjust to the feeling again, he lost interest in the captain and ultimately turned the vibrator on again. This time, the intensity increased tenfold.

You bit down on your lip, nearly to the point of breaking the plush skin. The bullet was strong for its size, and you had to press your hands to your legs to ground yourself and resist bucking into air. One elbow braced on the table, covering your mouth with your hand.

You had no idea how no one else couldn't hear the toy at this point. It brutally stimulated every sensitive area, leaving your brain foggy and eyes unfocused. It felt so good, and knowing that Ghost was observing you made the heat in your belly flare. But it wasn't enough. The bullet was so small you could barely feel the toy itself. It couldn't satisfy you as Ghost's cock did. With each passing second, your release crept closer, until you could barely resist moving your hips to gain more friction.

When your orgasm hit, your mind went blank. Your head tipped forward, barely supported by your hand and your spine arched just enough to create some friction on the seat of your chair. But the vibrations didn't stop there. They continued at the same pace, pushing you into overstimulation. You didn't know how much longer you could hold out like this.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, you nearly jumped out of your skin. So focused on acting like everything was normal, you didn't notice Price leaving Laswell to her part and coming up behind you.

"Why don't you go take a minute? Wrapping this up anyway." He murmured, and you had never been more thankful for him in your entire life. You nodded, slowly, and as he stepped back, you got up and made your way out the door.

The rest of 141 cast questioning looks in your direction, but you paid them no mind. The audacity Ghost had to act so innocent was unbelievable. Once you were in the clear in the empty bathroom, you allowed yourself to double over the sink, mouth gaping in a silent scream. You glimpsed your reflection in the mirror, flushed and disheveled. Hopefully, the team chalked it up to your claimed sickness.

You didn't know what you were more mad about, forcing you through an orgasm in the middle of a meeting, or turning the vibrator off just before you reached your second one. You'd been so close, the coil in your belly wound tight, ready to snap at any moment. But with how intense your first climax was, your hand just wasn't enough. So you were left annoyed and unsatisfied.

You rinsed your face in cool water and wiped away as much slick as you could before leaving. You'd taken the vibrator out, just in case Ghost got any ideas, but he was gone from the room when you passed. So much for trusting him with that privilege.

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The one time they did.

You couldn't have been more relieved when you got back to your base. There wasn't anything to be done except rest and recuperate. So when the sun set, tugging everyone one by one into their rooms, you naturally went straight to where you knew Ghost was working in the locker room. He was the only one there, finishing up with his gear before retiring for the night. When you came in, he had just been ready to leave. Of course, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity you hadn't had for quite a while.

So the next thing you knew, you were kneeling on one of the small tables beside the lockers with Ghost hovering over your bare shoulder. He held you to his chest with an arm around your waist, supporting you both with his other on the table as he thrust forward into you. You pressed your lips together, trying to keep quiet as to not draw any wandering soldiers to you.

Ghost was never really very loud during sex (except for when he let you take the reins and ruin him, but those times were few and far between). The most you got now were low groans and grunts. Still, his gruff voice in your ear pushed you closer to the edge with every sound. He growled whenever you let a particularly loud noise slip.

"Quiet, sweetheart. You don't want anyone hearin' your pretty sounds and come looking, do you?" You whimpered, clenching around him at the thought. He chuckled. "Oh-ho, you like that, huh? You want them to see you like this, to see me fuckin' your tight little cunt." He emphasized his words with harsh thrusts, making you lean heavy on his hand with a gasp. Without his support, you would surely fall forward onto the table. You tugged on the fabric of his sleeve, shaking your head.

"No? Is that so?" He asked in mocking disbelief, shifting his weight and using his right hand to grab your jaw, forcing your wavering gaze up to him. He was still fully clothed, only his eyes, fervid and piercing, bore into yours.

Your clothes, on the other hand, had been torn off in a haste, leaving you completely bare in the empty storage room. Not even Ghost could shield you from anyone who entered, facing towards the only door. "Then I suggest you keep it down."

You could hardly stand the eye contact, your lids falling shut with a whine. He made a sound of disapproval, but didn't ask anything of you. He kept your head in his hand, letting it rest lower, still watching your expression closely. The feeling of his gaze on you made your knees weak, but luckily, it didn't last long.

Or, maybe it wasn't so lucky.

"Hey L.T. do y-" Soap stopped as soon as he realized what he walked in on. You hadn't even heard him coming until he was standing in the doorway, looking on in dismay. Ghost didn't halt his movements, locking eyes with the Sargeant. He pulled your head up from where you were looking as far away as possible, compelling you to look directly at your fellow teammate.

Said teammate was frozen in place, hesitant to move from Ghost's imposing glare. You saw his attention flick down to you, and you tugged on Ghost again, trying to tear your face away. Of course, he refused to allow you that mercy.

"Now, look what you've done. If you didn't want Johnny to see you here, you would've stayed quiet." You shook your head again. His level voice shot straight to your core, unable to resist as he dropped his hand to your chest, lowering your top to the table with care that rivaled the way he pounded into you.

You were grateful that you no longer had to look at Soap, but the new position didn't make things much better. It allowed Ghost to rub against new areas inside of you, making you squeak against the cool surface below you.

Ghost held you down at the base of your skull, hardly slowing his pace as he stared your teammate down again. Soap finally had the decency to act embarrassed, turning his head away and stuttering out an excuse. He gave up quickly, opting to just shut the door and leave you two to your sexcapades.

Ghost huffed out a laugh, and you knew he was smiling under his mask when he leaned over you, free hand sliding up and down your back before settling on your hip.

Soap better had better keep his mouth shut, else you get the lecture of a lifetime from Price.

[four-loose-screws]

Blog Update 2024.3.13

I started my new job last week, and they are being super nice, training me up nice and slowly. I'm currently using the time to catch up on FE2 - I got a week behind when I finished up my last job.

I'm also reorienting myself on my exact FE novelization translation schedule through 2024 - 2025, as well as my basic schedule for 2026-2030.

I thought I might as well share my thoughts so far!

Here's the long-term plan, as detailed as I currently have it:

2nd half 2024 - September 2025: Alternating FE2 Book 2 and FE6.

September 2025 - December 2025: A secret non-FE novel translation project!

1st half 2026: FE1 (1 book.)

2nd half 2026, all of 2027, 1st half 2028: FE3. (4 books)

2nd half 2028 - all of 2029: Tearring Saga (3 books)

2030: Berwick Saga (2 books)

The 2nd novelizations of the games that have them, as well as the game books (choose-your-own-adventures), have yet to be scheduled. But will be 2031 and beyond, as is easy to deduce!

As I have mentioned previously, I am alternating FE2 Book 2 and FE6, because FE2 was written at a higher, denser reading level than the other FE novelizations I have tackled so far; whereas FE6 is at an easier reading level for me. This system allows me to take much-needed breaks from FE2, without slowing down my overall translations output. The upload schedule will be chapter-by-chapter. (1 chapter of FE6, then 1 chapter of FE2, then 1 chapter of FE6, etc.)

I'm taking a break from FE in the last quarter of 2025 because FE6 is very awkward in length. At 381 pages, it is far too long to squish into 6 months, but also too short to drag out over 1 year. I also don't have any other FE books that are short enough to be reasonably translated in 3-4 months. And I would hate to break this "always start a new book in January and July" momentum that I have going.

So, I decided to pull something short and sweet from the other video game franchises I have on my novelization shelf. It was written for children, at a 3-4th grade reading level to be exact, so even at its 200 page length, it should be easily doable in 3 1/2 months.

I do have other video game franchises near and dear to my heart other than FE (shocking, I know), so I do want to show at least one of them some love sometime. And this seemed like a good opportunity to do so, without taking too long of a break from FE!

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As for getting caught up on asks, and starting to reconsider non-novel translations, I'm going to put thought into that after I get caught up on the missed week of FE2.

Thanks for sticking with me through the IRL crazy!!

[mae-lou-ron]

🩵Mae’s Master List🩵

✨my rules of engagement✨

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🌼 Fluff ❤️‍🩹 Hurt / Comfort 💢 Angst 🔥 Suggestive / Smut / NSFW / MDNI ** 📚 Chaptered / Multi-part ⚡️ One Shots

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Crosshair~

A Friend Indeed 🌼💢❤️‍🩹⚡️(feat. big bro Wrecker) Two years after settling on Pabu, Crosshair still grapples with recurring nightmares and sleep paralysis. Despite his reluctance to open up, Wrecker's efforts help Crosshair discover unexpected comfort in familiar places. - A Little Kindness 🌼💢❤️‍🩹📚 (ongoing) | Part 1 | Part 2 | It’s been a few months since Crosshair and his family returned from Tantiss for the last time. Settling into civilian life hasn’t been easy, but one Pabu resident shows Crosshair some kindness that makes him want to try.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Tech~

Back To Sleep 🌼❤️‍🩹⚡️ (inspo by the gorgeous artwork done by @/ghostymarni here!) After some bad dreams interrupt your sleep, you find some unexpected comfort in your beloved partner, Tech.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Fox~

Give Me the Twilight 🌼❤️‍🩹⚡️ inspo by this feral Fox piece by @/ghostymarni Overworked and overtired, Commander Fox is just trying to make it through the rest of his shift, but with a budding migraine it’s been easier said than done. Lucky for him, you’ve got some ideas in mind about how to soothe him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Gregor~

For Granted 🌼❤️‍🩹🔥⚡️ Your beloved Gregor returns from a weeks-long mission for the clone underground, and after a long night filled with debriefings, he can’t wait to show you just how much he missed you while he was gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Rex~

More Than That 🌼💢❤️‍🩹⚡️ Something has been on your mind, but you should have known your lover in secret, Rex, would see right through you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Wolffe~

Keeping You Around 🌼❤️‍🩹⚡️ Commander Wolffe's assignment to embark on a reconnaissance mission takes an unexpected turn when he finds himself stranded with you—a development he was far from prepared to deal with.

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[fresne999]

For the Story is Long and Takes a Long Time

Every now and then I see a post float across my dash about younger folks (my lawn is a field of local plants and and drip watered, please enjoy) wanting an algorithm for AO3 or only wanting longer fic, or blah, blah. Not sure how much of that is pervasive and not folks grumping at the sky.

But this is the grumping at the sky site, so whatever.

Ever wondered what the labor involved in a long fic looks like? Wonder no longer, here's a line graph.

This represents the kind of sustained labor required to finish a maybe (I'm not done yet) 350k work. 

It's not a single story. It's 18 stories from 18 POV that braid around similar (but not identical because people observe different things) events. It's OFMD modern AU. 

Nothing is posted. I don't post unfinished stories. I learn too much while I write for that to ever work for me. Even if I have an outline. 

Now you may wonder, how did I come up with graph? Probably not, but I'm going to explain anyway. 

After working on and off on the project (the reason it doesn't start at zero) I decided to apply some techniques I use for project management. What I'm about to describe can be used for any type of complicated project.

Step 1

-Break the "project" down into milestones. 18 stories. I've also broken it down into 4 phases per story:  1) Write draft 1, 2) Edit, 3) Have you heard of 2nd edit? 4) Hopefully we're at Spag edit. 

Step 2 - 

Assign points to every milestone.

I use this sequence of #s*: 0, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34. Want to sound fancy. That's a Fibonacci Sequence. Now you know. 

Using this numbering sequence keeps me from getting bogged down trying to decide if a big story is say 8 or 9 points if I were using a 1-10 sequence 

The principle behind this kind of point assignment goes something like this. It's hard to look at Stede and know how tall he/the actor is. But if you look at Stede and Izzy standing together, I roughly know who is taller.

A - Or in this case, I guess the Stede story will be longer than Izzy's story. So Stede= 34, and Izzy=21.

B - Break down the phases of writing and assign them points. 

3 Start writing. At the end of one week, figure out my points completed. Should be a % of the total possible points for that milestone/phase. My method involves a lot of formulas based on 20 years of project mangagement experience. You should just guess. Divide by 7. That's the "build" rate.

Divide the total number of points for the project by the build rate, that's the # of days it will probably take. That seem to long, establish an arbitrary date to finish and divide the number of points by that number of days and that's you're "Management Assigned an Arbitrary Date and I don't know if we can finish, but let's try" rate.

4 Keep writing and editing. Track as you go. Having a much smaller goal each day than "Finish it" to reach each day makes it easier to do. It's also easier than an arbitrary # of words a day, which, shrug, we're not Dickens. We're paid by the kudo, not the word.

Know how I know? I've been working on and off on this for 2 years. Here's what that (roughly) looks based on knowing how long I spent getting 4 of the stories thru writing and first edit by the time I got to March of this year. I file creation to last revision date, but not including the long periods in between writing, and knowing several times I had to remove huge amounts of writing. So, points went away. Sad sound.

That looks like this. 

Brought to you by, I need to finish more points today, but am tired.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Happy new week, let’s write some more replies.

Anonymous asked:

What do you think about the dwarves? It frustrates me a how the fandom infantilizes them even tho they are in fact 2nd years and a type of fae in-universe.

The dwarves are little assholes and should have been kicked by both Vil in ch5 and Epel in the Harveston event >C Sorry, for some reason getting angry at them is kind of funny; maybe because the NRC boys also get super mad at them whenever they see them now… and their madness is contagious, I get mad every time I see them too.

Dramatics aside, I don’t have any problems with them as characters; I think they serve their role perfectly, to be honest. They are supposed to be annoying in a way…

I haven’t seen anything with them in the fandom, but yeah, I see your point. It’s pretty easy to start infantilising them, even though they themselves said that they are 17 and not some little kids in their very first scene. But if the way the dwarves in the original cartoon act is of any indication of the twst dwarves’ behaviour, I think it’s safe to say that even though they aren’t kids, they are menchildren lol But they’re doing their best!

It would be interesting to learn more about different types of fae.

Anonymous asked:

how do you think the other characters who weren’t in the playful land event would’ve been like? i wish epel was in it he probably would’ve ended up in a cute frilly outfit 🥰

Good question, Anon. I really wish to see the “switched” version of the past 2 Halloween events, so the Tweels+Lilia could torment Rollo, and then Fellow gets to suffer from Rook or Sebek… would’ve been so funny.

Epel absolutely would have ended up in a cute frilly outfit! Maybe something similar to what Lilia ended up wearing, but more “round” and cutesy. Actually, the costumes from these two events match each other very nicely; of course, the theme is different, but there are a lot of accessories/motifs that are featured in both of them: top hats, frills, capes… So the overall design probably wouldn’t be super different, and Epel’s GloMasq costume is already super cute!

Epel would have had a lot of fun, and I think he would be a very nice fit for this event in general: he feels like someone who would ditch school lol He would want to ride every single attraction, but also!! CARTS! He would race with Deuce! >:3 And whoever else decides to join!

If Deuce didn’t end up warning Riddle about the Playful Land and went with Ace, he probably would’ve been nervous the entire time, but couldn’t help but have fun with all the attractions. Riddle is interesting because he would be the one who is the most pissed about everyone skipping school, but… deep inside Riddle really loves fun, doesn’t he? So maybe with Fellow’s unique magic he could become almost out-of-character giggly… but then immediately get angry at himself because he shouldn’t be having fun! I also want him to put a collar on Fellow lol

Ruggie and Azul probably would’ve sensed that something is up from the very beginning. Ruggie knows that free things are too good to be true, but still, he probably would get as much free food as he can. He wouldn’t care about the rides all that much.

And Azul, as we all know, is suspicious and cautious to the point that Jade used him as an example of someone who wouldn’t be very susceptible to the kind of magic that Fellow possesses.  He would still scan the entirety of the Playful Land for market research though lol Someone should make Jade’s dream come true and force him to ride the rollercoaster. I also think Fellow and Azul would have a lot of “oh what a snake you are” kind of interactions...

Speaking of snakes, Jamil would be alert the entire time too! But he would probably relax easier than Azul; I also feel like Jamil would enjoy that crazy roller-coaster ride that Ace loved a lot. He would also think “thank god Kalim isn’t here” when they get captured lol

Rook would also be suspicious of Fellow from the very beginning, and he would probably be around him more than Fellow would want him to be. He would watch him from the ferries wheel (“Oh, I can see monsieur renard from here! Let’s wave” or some other bs)… Fellow would be so uncomfortable around him lol Gidel wouldn’t mind Rook though. Until he starts touching Fellow’s tail and--

Idia would really hate it at first. Like he said in the event himself, he hates amusement parks, long lines, loud people and being outside. He would probably stick closer to Azul at first, just like he wanted to do in GloMasq: he is his source of comfort lol But they would get separated, and Idia would get tricked (or forced) to go to some crazy ride… and then he would either absolutely unexpectedly love it and want to go again, or completely hate it and faint like Meg did after riding the Pegasus lol Actually, I want Rook to take him to the roller coaster!!

Sebek and Silver would go because Malleus wanted to go and while they don’t want to skip school, they have to accompany him to make sure nothing bad happens! I want Silver to still go looking for souvenirs for their loved ones with Idia lol I really loved how Ortho and Lilia also were looking for souvenirs in the event…

And Sebek would probably have fun at that attraction that measures strength… he would force Silver to do it too to see who’s stronger! And then Malleus would completely break the thing. Oops… Malleus would actually break a lot of things. He would completely destroy that house that is supposed to get destroyed BUT NOT LIKE THAT!

Fellow would have such a rough time with Malleus. But at least Malleus would perform and sing majestically <3 What an absolute treat of a guest. Well… not really if you’re trying to pull a human trafficking scheme.

Fellow wouldn’t be as lucky with this group, that’s for sure.

… who would play pool? Azul would. Azul, Jamil, Malleus and Idia and Rook.

Anonymous asked:

Does Fellow have the phone number of that one really mean client? I'm asking for a friend...

(this is related to mob/fellow hcs from this post)

Ohh, I sense some market competition 👀

Anonymous asked:

Bro Jade can fucking gut me in the mountains and I'd thank that man

I feel like with people really wanting Jade to do horrible things to them in the mountains, he’ll end up just having a sweet and wholesome time just to spite everyone who thirsts for him… 😔 a cruel man

[ssprayberrythings]

Christmas Through The Years - Part Two

Home Sweet Home

' Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader '

I know Christmas has passed but it's still the holidays so enjoy!

Approx. 1.7k words

Warnings: none just fluff and Christmas festivities!

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Jake and I were coming up on 3 years. These last three years were filled with so much love and laughter, and some arguments, however, the highlight was definitely when we chose to move in together earlier this year. Jake already kept half of his stuff at mine, the only downfall was that my place was a bit of a drive to base which was why we decided to sell our apartments and move together into a house on base.

We ended up falling in love with a cute 2 bedroom house with 2 baths, one of the bathrooms being an ensuite to the master bedroom which both myself and Jake loved. The backyard was a decent size, definitely big enough to host BBQ parties. At the end of the day, it was a great starter home and, we were just excited to start this new chapter of our lives.

Christmas was fast approaching and although this wasn’t our first Christmas together, it was our first in the new home so, of course, we bought everything new to make our home ready for the holidays. We started with getting a tree which brought forth the argument of whether we should go with a real one or an artificial tree. Jake was used to getting a real tree meanwhile I was used to getting an artificial tree.

After going back and forth with each other about the tree we decided that we would get a real tree up until we had children then we’d get an artificial tree to make holidays easier with little ones. Jake had made a comment on how his parents dealt with him and his sisters and still managed a real tree, which earned him a look that said ‘if looks could kill’ and he didn’t say anything further on the topic. Once we had our tree chosen and set up in the house, the rest of the preparation for the holidays was a breeze.

For our tree, we had our mothers send us some of the personal ornaments that we had back in our childhood homes. Included in my ornaments was the one I made out of macaroni in the 2nd grade. I'm guessing my mom had put the picture in the middle of it. The photo was of me holding my childhood cat in front of a Christmas tree, no doubt on Christmas morning.

Jake's mom also sent some of his homemade ornaments. We also had ornaments from my niece and nephew and a few from Jake’s nieces. Alongside our personalized ornaments, we bought plain red and silver bulbs. The only thing our tree was missing was a star as there was a specific one I wanted but couldn’t find anywhere therefore we agreed to keep the tip of the tree bare until we had the right star.

The next couple of days we also worked on decorating other parts of the house, Jake hung the lights outside with the help of Javy, and I made sure the path leading up to the front door from the driveway was done along with the display by the door, careful not to go overboard. I also made a stop at Target one day and got a couple of cute Christmas-themed throw pillows and a matching blanket then just some simple decor we put throughout the house.

By the third week of December, our house was 100% Christmas ready and it was nice sitting back at night surrounded by the Christmas spirit.

Jake and I had decided to host Christmas dinner for the dagger squad as everyone was staying local this Christmas. When we were both free next we took a trip to the grocery store to make sure we had everything we needed and before we knew it, it was already Christmas Eve.

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Currently, Jake and I were cozied up on our couch, wearing our matching Christmas pajamas, and two cups of hot cocoa sat on the coffee table in front of us. We had decided to exchange gifts tonight instead of tomorrow morning to ensure we had everything made on time for when everyone showed up. Jake had just opened a new game he wanted, and he stated we would be playing tomorrow after dinner.

“Okay babe your turn,” he said as he passed me a box that had a beautiful red bow across it. I opened the box and lifted the tissue paper, seeing the coat I had spotted in a store window one of the days we were at the mall. I had made a comment on how pretty it looked as it was one of those buttoned coats and was a shade of red, my favorite color.

“Oh, Jake! I love it! ” I told him as I unfolded it and stood up putting it on “It’s so warm and it fits perfectly” I did a bit of a half twirl showing it off with the biggest smile on my face “Thank you!” I leaned over giving him a quick kiss on the lips before taking it off and resting it on the arm of the couch “I’m glad you like it, I like making my girl happy” he told me causing me to blush. He knew whenever he referred to me as “his girl” it gave me butterflies.

When we were done opening our gifts, I went to stand up when Jake stopped me and handed me another box “Jake what is this? You already got me too much” I told him as I held the box trying to figure out what else he possibly could’ve gotten me "There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to my girl” he replied as I shook my head, a small blush making it's way back to my face.

I carefully took the wrapping paper off and was met with a plain white box, I furrowed my eyebrows looking at Jake skeptically “I promise you’ll love it, just keep going,” he told me chuckling, I trusted him and carefully opened the white box. Once the box was opened, I reached in to take out the stuffing and the gift itself.

My eyes felt immediate tears once I unraveled the padding protecting it, seeing the exact star I wanted for our tree. It looked perfectly identical to the one I had when I was a kid that unfortunately broke when I was 13. Putting the star on was always my favorite part, but after it broke, it never felt the same putting a replacement on top.

“Where did you find it?” I asked Jake taking my eyes off the star and looking at him as he smiled at me “I called your mom asking if she remembered where your father got the original star and when she told me the name of the store, I tracked the owner down and asked if they had anything resembling the star you had as a kid, unfortunately, they didn’t so I had to resort to looking at antique stores and enlisted the help from some others” he told me as I stared down at the star again.

“It looks exactly like the one that broke when I was a teenager,” I told him tracing my fingers along the points “That’s because it is” he stated as I looked back up my eyes wide “I showed my Ma a picture of it seeing if any of the stores back home had anything similar and that's when she remembered that my grandma had the same one just sitting in her box of Christmas decorations," he told me.

I just stared at him listening to every word "My grandma hasn't put a tree up since my grandpa died so my Ma had to go get it out of storage but once she had it, she dusted it off and mailed it here" he finished smiling.

“Jake I don’t even know what to say” I was completely speechless “You don’t have to say anything but I think we should put it on the tree before it’s officially Christmas,” he said as he glanced at his watch, seeing it was five minutes until midnight.

I got off the couch careful of the star in my hand. As I was going toward the tree I turned around and looked at Jake, “I want you to put it on,” I told Jake smiling “But I got it for you babe” He responded confused by my request.

“I know and it means the world to me but you mean just as much to me which is why I want you to do it" I replied smiling, he returned the smile and got off the couch meeting me at the tree gently taking the star from my hands “I love you, you know that?” He said, I just smiled and nodded.

He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before turning and reaching up being careful as he situated the star on top of the tree. Once he knew it was secure, he took a step back admiring it. I took this as an opportunity to wrap my arms around Jake's waist and admire the star with him.

“I love you too,” I told him referring to what he said a few minutes prior. He kissed my head wrapping his arm around me and bringing me more into his side. “Merry Christmas babe,” he told me as he caught a glance at the clock “Merry Christmas” I replied looking up at him and seeing him already looking at me, he leaned down and connected our lips.

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The next day as we welcomed our friends into our home, almost everyone commented on how gorgeous our tree looked, especially the star that sat on the top. We had a beautiful dinner with everyone, then once everything was cleaned up, we all sat around the living room laughing and enjoying each other's company.

When the night was over and another Christmas had passed, Jake caught me on our way to bed admiring the star. He walked over wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me from behind

“You know someday I hope when we have children, we can share these moments with them and someday pass down the same star,” I told Jake, he smiled thinking about the future, and even though I couldn't see the smile with my eyes focused on the tree and my back to him, I knew what he was thinking at that moment. He couldn't wait either.

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Oh my goodness, I hope this part is just as good as the first part! I think I'm getting better at this whole writing and editing thing so I really hope you enjoy this part!

I have part 3 written I just need to do some heavy editing but my goal is to have that on here by New Years' Eve/New Years' Day and then in that time I can work on part 4!

Regardless enjoy & let me know your thoughts !! <3 <3 >3

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[floufli]

Fanfic ( Miguel x reader) update

So as I said on @smotheredinlighterfluid post about a prompt that I've been working on in a fic I started last week here's a fic update.

Acknowledging the results from the pull I made earlier today I'll try to post chapter by chapter which should keep me motivated long enough to actually end the thing lmao. I'll try to do 3000 words chapters, that's easier to do on the long run I think.

Right know I didn't see the movie so I can't write much more cuz I don't want Miguel to be ooc (I know the pain)

I should see it tomorrow so fingers are crossed .

SO- to put things in perspective and not deceive anyone if they're waiting, the fic will include tags/prompts such as:

! I'M NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER SO THERE COULD BE SOME WEIRD SENTENCES FORMULATIONS / ERRORS !

non minor friendly under the cut :/

Pheromones intense reactions/instincts

Biting / Marking (public) you'll understand when the scene will appear)

Spiderwoman!Reader x Miguel ( If I have the time I'll make it male! Reader but Gn!Reader are a bit complicated to write for my plot specifically)

Reader is like Miguel but better

Dom!Reader mainly ( there's enough sub!reader out here to feed everybody >:c but there will be none in this household )

okay SOME switch!Reader / suby!Miguel

Angst (not too much...okay a bit but it's for the plot I swear )

Character trauma study

Fluff / Comfort (I need to hug this man)

Slowish burn ( I'll say it'll be 30k and it will be 40k and still not finished so idk)

Emotional constipation / Negation of feelings

An unholy amount of smut ( not at the beginning though again I get carried away by the plot easily)

Pegging probably

Blood and Injury

Canon typical violence / Violence

Canon Divergences obviously

Shitty writing but that's okay

2nd Person Reader, I literally hated it at the beginning and now can't write anything else.

Should be an happy ending, but if you want it to hurt I can easily bring the worst in myself to do an alternative end ^3^

Going from the end of Into the Spiderverse to Beyond the Spiderverse

At the moment there are:

4k ish words / 30Kish maybe more surely more

the final scene is mostly clear in my head so plot should follow.

I will post it on AO3 and tumblr if y'all appreciate it enough .

Hope it will met your tastes when it's out, and feel free to propose idea in the comments if you are inspired !

I'll edit this as the inspiration goes.

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@stany0url0calwh0res111 @mira-dystopiancore @smotheredinlighterfluid @vvitcxen @st4rrlighttt @mstozierr

[bigskydreaming]

Bit of a vent post, bit of a housekeeping post, bit of a 'so that's what's been happening in Kalen-land' post:

So I have officially done everything that can be done to prepare for our relocation to a different site while they do construction on this one for the next year, which should be....any day now. Since it was originally supposed to happen on October 2nd, lol. Oh, bureaucracy.

If I wrote a memoir of the last two years specifically, 'Oh, Bureaucracy' would be the title, actually. So obviously its no secret that Moukie & I have been struggling for a long time, even after my surgery back in December 2021. But pretty much all of that has to do with our struggles to hack through bureaucracy to secure some actual stability and longterm living situation, since....oh, January 2022. We've finally secured a five year lease to stay in this place (with the exception of the next year, at a different site during construction, as I mentioned), but like....we only JUST got that agreement officially in writing, signed & notarized & all that...last week.

After being told it was basically a done deal but they couldn't finalize anything or put anything in writing until the building sold and the property changed hands and one city service took over oversight of this particular property from another one....pretty much every month since November of last year. They changed dates and timelines on us so many times it was like every three week we'd have a completely new timeline we were looking at for when we could expect to have everything finalized or for the relocation to happen, etc. Most recently, we were told with complete certainty that everyone HAD to be out October 2nd, that construction would be starting immediately after that, nobody would be allowed to stay in the building.

October 31st, and we're still here, lol.

So that's been a fun non-stop rollercoaster ride of stress, lol. The problem, of course, is that before my surgery (12/2021), I'd quite literally been homeless for at least the five years prior to that. Fortunately I never quite made it to the point of having to sleep outside, though there were plenty of times it got close, and spent most of that time living out of cheap motels & extended stay housing while working towards getting enough money together for my surgery, but as far as any landlord or potential renter is concerned, I was for all intents & purposes homeless during that time, and that's....not great when trying to secure housing in the middle of a pandemic right after basically starting your life over from scratch after the surgery to fix the problem that basically derailed your entire life, lol. Not to mention my credit score was practically nonexistent, all my credit cards were maxed out to pay for the surgery & insurance, my driver's license had been expired for years due to not being even able to drive while I had my issues w/my jaw & everything related to that, and getting it back was easier said than done because I'd had like, two unpaid parking tickets at the time of my medical issues beginning & they kinda completely dropped out of sight, out of mind, only to multiply w/fees that were fucking ridiculous to contemplate & going down to the DMV or traffic court to try and argue them down, while my medical issues were still ongoing, was a nonstarter due to how little travel I was capable of in that state....

LOL. Not a great starting point when rebooting for Kalen 2.0 - and of course I'm not going to get into why we had to use my ID & everything for renting & all that, instead of Moukie's, just trust that there were Reasons.

And of course there are programs to help people out with these kinds of circumstances, which is basically what we've been doing since January 2022....navigating that labyrinth of red tape, because actually ACCESSING those programs, proving eligibility, meeting all requirements, keeping consistent with all requirements throughout the months of waiting on a verdict from higher-ups your file's been passed up the chain to....MUCH easier said than done. The hoops are just. The stuff of legends. Especially when you're still having trouble consistently staying stocked on the meds you need to be productive & functional, or even just keeping your phone active. Oof. All of that was very Not Fun.

Which segues into a bit of that venting I was talking about, because over & over the past couple years we've had well-meaning (and not so well-meaning & largely just obnoxious) people asking us in response to our donation posts like, well why don't we just move to a cheaper city? LOL. I just. I wish people would stop to think that maybe if there's such an obvious solution that someone hasn't availed themselves to yet, there's probably a REASON for that.

We actually had several. For starters, there's the fact that I still have stuff related to my jaw to deal with....I still have no teeth, lol, and haven't really been able to even START getting the bone grafts I need to be able to get implants at some point, so I'm not stuck with dentures for the next fifty years....and it took me literal years to find dentists familiar with my situation, willing to work with me on payment plans & longterm strategizing, etc.....not that easy to just start over with all of that in another, smaller city. Not to mention if I do have any problems with my prosthetic, LA's one of the only places that has ANY surgeons that deal with this specific kind of jaw replacement surgery, so I'd always have to come back here for any further medical related stuff.

But then there's additionally the fact that all those programs meant to help people like us who are literally trying to restart their lives after medical issues, homelessness, etc.....they're pretty much all specific to their own city. They're all contingent on each individual city's resources, services, populations and a million other details.....so moving to a different city basically means having to start all over again with applying to THAT city's housing aid programs & navigating THAT city's bureaucracy from its beginning & forfeiting however much time or progress you've put in already in the city you're currently in. And frankly, most cities don't HAVE as good of aid programs as LA does....its just...it takes fucking forever to actually make full USE of such programs, as evident from the fact that after almost two years, we're only FINALLY to the point where one of those programs has been able to actionably help us secure longterm housing.

(And also there's the fact that when we don't even have enough money for groceries, how cheap do people thinking picking up and moving to another city actually IS? Like. You need starter money to even GET there & get on your feet or you wind up in an even worse situation than we were in).

But honestly, we didn't have it so bad, we have been able to stay housed & working various odd jobs for the past two years....its just been long, and stressful, never actually knowing when or even IF we'd get to the point where we stopped worrying about being kicked out at any given moment, and there were times that looking for housing or trying to deal with bureaucratic red tape was the equivalent of a full time job, in terms of hours required.

All of which is to say....be aware when assuming the worst of various donation posts & their posters, that except in the case of actual scammers, no matter what you may think of how a particular donation request was worded or described their situation, its almost always VASTLY more complicated than can be summed up in a couple of easy to read paragraphs that might actually get people to help. I promise you, if super obvious solutions seem evident to you, they've occurred to the people living with that situation 24/7, and there's a reason that they haven't tried that solution or maybe they even did & for whatever reason it didn't actually work out.

And that said, all of this is also to say just....thank you again for everyone who's helped us out over the years. I know it often seems unending or like we're never getting our acts together, lol, but trust me, it feels that way to us too, times a million, and like....we're working on it. Its just. Much easier said than done. For every hurdle cleared, there's usually another one waiting to pop up like a fucking whack-a-mole game from Hell. Since January 2022 we've been consistently working towards a longterm, stable housing situation and this is it, this is what we were working towards.....we've been fully approved for relocation to the other site for the next year & then returning to this one after construction/renovation, w/a lease agreement for the next five years.....and that's the dream, honestly.

Genuine stability, not having to worry about whether we'll have to move at any given moment, actual housing security....allowing us to FINALLY focus on building our lives back up, instead of constantly grinding just to keep a roof over our head & make sure nobody's about to kick us out....and having the room to breathe & for the first time in literal years (in my case, almost seven at this point) actually prioritize something OTHER than figuring out where we stand on paperwork, filing, tracking down various liaisons to bug them yet again about an accurate timeline for when we'd be notified of whether or not we'd been approved for this program or that one, when we'd actually be relocating, when we had to make x payment by to ensure we didn't lose our qualified status, etc.

And I, for one, definitely can not WAIT to give more of a shit about the absolute stupidest shit imaginable instead of like....warily checking the hall to see if new eviction notices popped up overnight. LMAO.

Anyway. Like I said, we finally have our agreement in writing, we know where we're relocating to, and as soon as that actually happens - which they keep insisting should be any day now, sigh - we'll finally be in a much better place. As part of the relocation program we landed in, our rent at the other site is covered during the year this site is under construction, so already just from that alone we'll be much better off financially.

Moukie's been sending around a donation post this month, and we'll probably keep it circulating up until the day the movers arrive and they finally pull the trigger on us leaving this site, because for the last three months they've been insisting that October 2nd was absolutely going to be our last day here, and we planned around that timetable....meaning that since October 2nd came and went with us still here, our only jobs at the moment are whatever freelance ones we can scrounge up, since the new place is far enough away a commute to & from a workplace around HERE wouldn't be viable, so I can't even go look for a new one to replace the last one until we're actually in the area we'll be spending next year in, lol. So in the meanwhile we've basically been surviving off donations since freelance work is painfully dry at the moment, and as it is, the company Moukie does editing work for still hasn't paid them for their last job yet, which was back in September, I believe? Its ridiculous, but it is what it is.

So yeah, we'll keep that post circulating a bit longer til we're out of here for good, basically just for food money until we're settled in the new place & can grab a new 9-5 and I would say something about that damn patreon I'm always claiming I'll make except I am a Proven Liar Not To Be Trusted On That Subject at this point, but hey, once we're in the new place, maybe that will finally change.

That's basically everything I set out to ramble about, I think, so....I'm done. Wait. Lemme check - yeah, no, that's it, I'm good. I've said it before but it'll never stop being true: we would not have survived if it weren't for the kindness of strangers & the help of mutuals & followers & we really are so much more appreciative of it than I can ever adequately express. I know that can come across as lip service, but genuinely, people here have done more for us and to help us and to see us succeed than our families ever did and we've been reduced to ugly-crying more than once as a result. Its gotten bad, guys. Like. When I go all out, it's not a pretty sight. I've got that pale Irish skin that gets all splotchy when I'm emotional, my nose gets all stopped up, I make scrunchy faces like a baby that KNOWS its not as pretty as its parents keep trying to pretend and is out to prove it....its a whole mess.

And on that note - and imagery - I'm officially done here. Thanks for reading!