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cherry-pop-elf · 8 months ago

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New Chapter

Anya x Reader

Can be read as platonic because we all want the best for her

SUM: Anya gets an abortion so you and the rest of the crew wait for her. You were the first one, however, to see her after surgery. Also because fuck you, abortion rights

Warnings: Abortion, sexual assault, jimmy, medical situations, abortion rights, domestic happy family

“How long is it gonna take?” Daisuke asked, as he was worried but also excited. Excited for Anya to feel better. Worried for well….Not like he’s had the best reactions to medical situations. Example A being Curly in the wheelchair next to him.

Curly was doing so much better now that he was actually on the planet again. The doctors were still jaw dropped that Anya was able to keep him alive with so little. Was not only a testimony to how she refused for him to die, but him refusing to leave his crew behind as well. It’s still a long journey ahead, but he was in clean bandages and clothes at least. Was even able to talk again. Sorta. Rather raspy but he will get there.

Jeez where to start on how you all got here to begin with.

“She’s going to be fine. Abortion is way less invasive than you think. It really depends on how far along, but luckily she isn’t too far for it to be to extreme. Not sure what type she went for, but whatever she chose she chooses. Just grateful we were able to return home before she reached to far along.” You would admit, as you would check up on Curly’s IV bag for him. Taking over Anya’s roll until she could return.

“Ya know….My wife had an abortion.” Swansea said, and it made all of you look over to him in pure surprise.

“What’s the funny look for? Ya think I’m a freak that would refuse my wife that? She needed it! The kid just….It ain’t my place, but the kid just wasn’t gonna survive. Either she carried it to term and die with em, or she just skips the heart ache. Not like it was her fault. We got two healthy girls at the end of the day. We got em because she got rid of that fucked up one.” He explained, as Daisuke seemed wide eyed in respect.

Explains why he snapped more clearly.

Anya had explained to Swansea what had happened, and before you pre Daisuke knew it Jimmy’s head was sliced off and rolling across the kitchen floor. Poor Suke threw up all over you from the sight, and shock. Then threw up again when he learned why he did such a thing. Lots of puking and crying. Fitting.

“Glad that damn company is dead. Whose wise idea was it to have a single woman surrounded by men. No offense you two-“ Curly would wheeze, before you would help him take his medication. Sure is easier to take pills when you actually give him water and take it slow. No choking or crying.

“Thats a can of worms I don’t want us to talk about.” Swansea would scoff. As a father to two girls he had a lot of things to say. Daisuke would be willing to listen, sure, but honestly you all had enough emotional fatigue to last multiple life times.

Thank god Curly was so high up on the food chain at the company. They knew they would get into more hot water if their, once, top captain suddenly vanished. Wouldn’t make their bankruptcy any smoother. For once they did the right thing and sent Simeon to save them.

Funny. A capitalist corporate organization took responsibility for their actions. For the right reasons? No. But they still took it. Strange. Isn’t it?

“Is she done yet?” Daisuke would whine, as you laughed at his childish nature. As if waiting on a sister to get out of the dentists office. You found it rather endearing honestly. That despite it all he was still having a heart full of love and excitement.

“Go play on your toy.” Swansea would grumble, as Suke whined. Regardless he would pull out his game boy. A nice excuse to play video games with out any guilt on wasting his time. Enjoying life shouldn’t be a burden.

“Need anything, Curly?” You would ask him, since you planned on going to the bathroom. Yeah Swansea and Daisuke could handle him, but you still wanted to be polite. Maybe you could grab him something from the vending machines. Maybe a soda. Some sugar in his system would do him good. Anya said that sugary bubble water of some kind, like sprite, can help quite a lot with indigestion.

“I should be fine. Thank you for asking though. Sorry you have to…” He would admit, as he looked himself over. His missing limbs now properly covered up with fabric to keep them clean, and allow him some kind of independence. The fabric on the stumps were padded. With enough practice and effort he would certainly be able to roll himself around.

Then again this was a world of space travel. He was going to get cyborged eventually, but you need to be healed first before such an intense operation. Can’t rush something like this.

“Hey. I do it because I can. Not because I have to. You are our captain. Let me be a good solider.” You teased him, and even in his broken face you could see a smile.

Swansea have you a head nod to indicate he would ‘take care of the boys’ and you were off to use the restroom.

Once done with that you would grab a soda from the vending machine for Curly, a bag of candy for Daisuke, and some pretzels for Swansea. As you were making your way back a nurse would motion you over.

“Miss Anya was asking for you. She has finished her operation, and wanted you to see her.”

You were surprised at that. You expected Curly to be her first guest. Did something go wrong? Oh you couldn’t help but freak out.

You followed after the nurse quickly, and all you were shown was Anya resting in her hospital bed. Tired, but relieved. Mostly. You saw that familiar stress in her eyes. That same stress she had when asking you if she made the right choice in asking Jimmy for help with medicating Curly.

That worry of if I did the right thing.

The nurse would leave you to alone, and you would quickly set the snacks aside. Now you were sitting next to her, in a chair, and holding her hand. Ready to be the shoulder she needed.

“Hey there Doc. How you doing?” You asked her, as you carefully stroked the back of her hand. Made sure to be mindful of all the tubes and wires.

“Well….It went far smoother than I expected. It was just so quick. They didn’t even need to put me under. The IV is more so for the issues I already had because of being stranded on the ship for so long. It was just so quick. So painless. Was just like pulling a thorn out of an arm. It was….Simple.” She would try and explain to you. Needing to make sure to stop herself before using doctor jargon.

“Too easy?” You puzzled.

“Yes. It was just….I expected pain. Pain and anxiety and horror. Suppose even a nurse can come to learn a thing or two…..”

She was hiding something, and you had an educated guess on what.

“You expected Jimmy to break down the door. Weren’t you?”

There was silence, but it told you everything.

“Scoot over. Move it sister-“ You were now crawling into the medical bed with her, moving the wires around, and soon snuggled into her side. Hugging her close, and especially with your arm over her stomach.

“You did the right thing. It’s your body at the end of it all. You took responsibility of taking care of yourself. You wouldn’t have been able to live a proper life. You went to med school. You don’t need me to tell you the horrors of pregnancy and birth. That alone is terrifying. But also you simply not wanting to be pregnant is enough. Ain’t no Jimmy’s gonna storm in and say otherwise.” You huffed, as she smiled. Her head leaning into yours.

“Yeah….No more Jimmy’s. Pretty sure Swansea will make sure of that.” She did her best to joke, and you were proud of her for it. This whole ordeal was hell. Hell none of you will ever truly walk away from. But that’s ok. You all had each other to lean on.

“I think I’m ready for everyone now.” Anya would whisper, as you gave her hand a squeeze. You were so proud of her. This was all such a nightmare, but she’s taking it in stride.

“Hell yeah.” You agreed, before climbing out of the bed. You made sure to grab the snacks, and exited the hospital room.

“Come on guys-! Anya is waiting on you-!” You shameless shouted outside of the room. She couldn’t help her face palm. Daisuke sure was an influence on you.

“I wanna push Curly!”

“Like hell you are-!”

They would bicker away, before Curly said ‘fuck it’ and did his best to roll himself over. He sure was a stubborn one. Made it half way before you figured that was enough work out for one person.

“Pretty far! Getting better at it-!” You encouraged, as the two men realized how far Curly rolled off on before finally following you two into Anya’s room.

“HAPPY NO BIRTH-DAY!” Daisuke would cheer, as Anya shook her head at such a joke.

“God dammit kid-“ Swansea side, before he came over to Anya. Giving her head a kiss. Just comforting her much like a father would.

“How many of us need to be in medical beds?” Curly would give a raspy snort, as Anya reached her hand out. He would lean his head over, and she would give it a stroke. As if all his hair never burned off. A means of holding his hand, in a way, compared to just grasping a limb.

She didn’t need children.

She had all of you.

What else could a woman want?

Since you were willing to read through this story to the end, and get a nice in depth look on the importance of such why not donate to some organizations? : D

Planned Parenthood

Nation Network For Abortion Funds

National Abortion Federation

The Bridge Alliance

The Satanic Temple

ActBlue

No worry on donating. Spreading awareness and signing petitions still help! The more people learn and understand the better! Could also like reblog with other organizations or petitions!

Abortion is healthcare!

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filmbyjy · 9 months ago

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SYNOPSIS > When you turned 18, you heard your best friend’s favourite song. Turns out, it was just one of the various signs to finding your soulmate. However, you couldn’t bring this up to jake. Not when he was in a happy relationship with your other best friend! Would you choose heartbreak or sacrifice your happiness for the sake of keeping the friendship?

EIGHTEEN – the first petal

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

WC: 0.9K words

a/n: please note there is a written part after these 6 pictures!! don't forget to read it because it is part of something important.

“breathe.” yvette says as she pats your back. it was suffocating. the sink was bloodied up, splatters of blood that you had coughed up in a span of 5 minutes. mae runs in with a bottle in her hands.

“here, drink up.” she quickly opens the bottle up and hands it over to you. you took the bottle and quickly drank it.

“why didn’t you tell us it was this bad. we obviously knew that jake was your soulmate but we didn’t think that your body would react this way.” yvette looks at you.

“you’d honestly think that this disease would be a mythical thing but it is very much true.” mae says. you felt the tears fall down your face. yvette wipes them for you. she looks at you with such pity and such care.

“man, fuck that bitch.” she declares. “making such a sexy girl cry? not very girl’s girl coded of her.”

“she doesn’t know. i don’t think jake would tell her. besides, he doesn’t even know i’m his soulmate.”

“well, i think she would find out either ways. she’s such a weirdo.” mae huffs. yvette nods.

“what are you going to do?” yvette asks.

“live with it.”

“but you’re going to cough out blood if you keep seeing them so loving and disgusting.”

“it’s okay. once it gets worse, i’ll just get the surgery.”

“to remove your feelings? (name), you can’t seriously be thinking of doing this.” mae sighs. “i’ve seen people decide to go through with the surgery, they aren’t like themselves. once you do it, there will also be complications in the end. you won’t live for long.”

“there is no other way. if end up dead then so be it. i can’t let jake know. he’s very much in love with aria. he would never love me.” you sobbed. yvette pulls you closer and keeps you in her arms.

“hey hey, let’s not talk about death. you’re alive and well right now. let’s live your life to the fullest and make the best out of it. you aren’t dying.” she mutters. mae grabs your hand and lightly squeezes it.

“yeah, who cares about jake and aria. you have sunghoon, your friends, your brother and us. we are there for you.”

you were thankful for the people who were close to you. you had wiped your tears and nodded. “you’re right.”

there were a series of knocks at the bathroom door. yvette rolls her eyes and opens the door. “we’re having a sentimental moment here.”

“sorry, girls. just checking in to see if (name) is okay.” jay says.

“that or are you already missing mae?” yvette folds her arms. jay awkwardly laughs a little.

“maybe but i’m more concerned for my best friend of course.” you laughed a little and sniffled. you pushed mae forward towards jay.

“take her oh my god. you find out she’s your soulmate and you can’t stop being away from her.”

jay shrugs. sunghoon steps forward and hugs you.

"I'm not dying, hoon."

"just let me hug you. you need it." he says. your smile falters a little. "you can cry, you know?"

"i already cried just now."

"and? you can cry again and I wouldn't judge."

"I know you won't, hoon."

your brother comes up to you. "okay, break it up. can I hug my sister?"

sunghoon lets you go, and leehan easily replaces him. "when did you get so big?"

"I've always been big." he says. you laughed.

"okay, but you're my baby brother."

"yes, i am." you ruffled his hair and he pulls back from the hug.

"let's go back. those two are probably wondering where we are." taesan says.

"the last i saw them they were making out-" *whack* ni-ki winces when sun whacks him.

"don't even mention that." sunoo warns.

"right, sorry noona." ni-ki pouts. you sighed a little.

"it's fine, ni-ki."

you could see jake and aria coming closer to the group. jake was mainly concerned about everyone but aria...she's just kinda following jake.

"hey, why is everyone gathering around here?" jake asks.

"oh, there was a slight mishap so (name) called the girls over. we were worried so we waited outside for them." heeseung explains.

"you could've told us."

"yeah, but you were busy making out with aria so we didn't want to bother the both of you." sunghoon says. there was a petty tone underlying as he tells jake.

"what the fuck is your problem?" jake comes up to sunghoon. sunghoon scoffs.

"nothing."

"nothing? you said that the other time and then you went on a tangent hating on my girlfriend." jake folds his arms.

sunghoon rolls his eyes. "well, I'm right either ways. you were sooooo oblivious and busy with aria that even when (name) got hurt or had an issue you didn't care."

"she's fine now, isn't she? you guys took good care of her. she's in good hands, so i trust you guys to care for her. after all, I'm just her best friend and I am busy with my girlfriend. You don't understand me because you don't have a girlfriend!" jake yells at sunghoon.

you start to cough up again. this time when you look down at your hand, not only was there blood but there was a petal. the first petal to have ever appeared. you had looked up to see everyone staring at you. jake's jaw dropped when he saw the blood in your palms.

you didn't know what else to do other than run away. sunghoon glared at jake once more before he runs after you.

this was moving too fast...

were you dying?

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spindrifters · 1 month ago

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Hey friends,

I know this isn’t the marginalia update you were hoping for, but HOLD ON. This isn’t going in the direction you think it is.

First of all, thank you so much for your patience. I'm really sorry for leaving you on such a horrendous cliffhanger for so long. That was never my intention, but the AO3 curse got me so, so bad.

As most of you who follow me on Tumblr know, my health deteriorated significantly over the course of the last two years. It began with chronic migraines and brain fog, which then worsened and led to chronic fatigue, increasing cognitive/language confusion, and finally issues with balance and weakness in my extremities. Long story short, in February I was finally diagnosed with a Chiari malformation, and I had brain surgery last month. I'm happy to report that it appears to have been a complete success! My symptoms are gone. I feel better than I have in literal decades. The curse is lifted. Nice. Now I’m just doing the hard work of recovering from surgery.

In the meantime, a few things have happened:

First, I became a traditionally published author. My debut novel scooted out into the world last year, and I have more books coming out over the next few years. I have no idea how I got here, but holy crap!!

Second, JKR pulled more bullshit. And while I think it’s fantastically ethical, actually, to engage in the reclamatory spaces of fandom, my appetite for it is sort of gone at the moment. I doubt forever. These things wax and wane, even when the author isn’t a piece of shit.

So here’s what’s going on.

I’ve spent the last month reworking marginalia into a piece of original fiction. Which honestly hasn’t been very hard to do. I’ve written hundreds of fic over the years, and this is the first one that I ever felt compelled to revise into something else, because it's also the only one that I knew could stand on its own two feet as more than just an intertext with canon. This fic has always been a frank conversation with its source material, but the result of that has allowed me to bypass the constraints of JKR's world to create something entirely my own. It's also about so much more than that frank conversation. It’s about navigating a version of yourself you can live with under inherently unethical circumstances. It’s about chronic pain and invisible disability, and I do see the irony in not knowing I had either of those things at the time I was first drafting. It's about breaking cycles of abuse. It’s about empathy. I think the world needs more stories like this.

So my agent is going to begin pitching the reworked version to publishers relatively soon, at which point this fic will have to come down from AO3. I'm going to set the date for June 7th. From there, one of two things will happen:

1. The reimagined version will eventually get picked up by a publisher, will become a traditionally published novel—probably a duology, let's be real—and I’ll be very open about where you can get your hands on it.

2. No one bites. And this will go right back up on AO3, comment section book club in tact, and I’ll finish the story when the time is right.

In the meantime, I don’t mind you downloading it if you want, and I don't mind you sharing it with others if they ask. It’s a big part of why I’m giving you the heads up. And Pigoletta’s excellent podfic will stay right where it is unless she decides otherwise at some point. But what I do ask is that you don't repost marginalia publicly, not on AO3 and not anywhere else. And for the love of fuck, don't feed it to an LLM to try to generate an ending.

Okay, I think that's it! Thank you all for the gorgeous community that's grown around this fic. I'm excited to see what the next chapter brings.

xo zo

#marginalia blogging

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erwinsvow · 2 months ago

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love both the robby and langdon sister suggestions but i’m still thinking about walsh’s sister!! i think there’s some potential there, walk with me. walsh is a surgical attending meaning there’s a lot of pressure there and big shoes to fill when you’re also going into the medical field. i also think it would add to it since walsh is also night shift

have SOOOOOOO many thoughts on this. when i made that post i was honestly thinking walsh's little sister but i wanted to leave it up in the air. this is SOOOO amazing. i'm not just walking sister i'm running with you. sooo we can decide if reader would be on the surgery team but i personally looove me a first year emergency reader. just bright eyed and bushy tailed, the nurse's favorite, and i think it's fun if you're very different from your sibling!!!! walsh's personality in the show is so fun to watch because i loooove how she snaps at people. and she's not in too much which is sad so i hope we see more of her. i personally headcanon that she and jack didn't have a relationship she just hates him because he's annoying as fuck. "crazy pants" "fancy pants" little sister reader staring between them like guys.. the patient? soooo a little sweetheart reader who is eager to impress and her little mean streak comes out and in those moments you sound just like emery. snapping at a patient who's screaming at his nurses, being a little stickler for the rules, not hesitating to get an opinion from surgery (aka your big sister!) unlike some of the others. it's natural to you to go to her when you have a question you can't figure out the answer to. she helped you decide what field to go into, what shoes are the best for twelve hour shifts, how to adjust to night shift, what type of cookies to bake to bring in because it's been a bad week and everyone needs a pick me. things you cannot go to your big sister about: your crush on your attending, how you see the entire world in the green of his eyes, how you can't focus when he stands next to you and how to not be weird about having a huge crush on your attending. obviously it's not gonna take jack that long to put two and two together—he's always liked you but at some point like turned into really like turned into dot dot dot. turned into midnight conversations and grabbing your arm and ducking behind a wall when your sister shows up so he can finish listening to your story before she takes you away. turned into trying to snap less at her so you don't think it's hopeless when you finally tell her about you two. turned into being the one who gets to console you after a bad loss instead of your sister—that one really bites. also how she finds out—catches you crying in jack's arms behind a curtain and sees jack lean in for a forehead kiss and all hell breaks loose. emery stands by the fact that jack is annoying and has no business dating his residents!!!! except it's clear you two love each other. they both volunteer at the VA together so it's not like he's completely unlikable—everyone knows jack abbot is a good guy and exactly the kind of guy you want dating your sister. does NOT approve of the age difference and is meaner about it than your parents are. you would never hear the end of "i know everyone's got daddy issues these days but this is taking a little far" and "get away from my sister before i stab you with this scalpel." I LOVE THEM!!

#back to studying #I LOVE U <3 #📮 asks #jack abbot

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sandontshengshou · 4 months ago

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I’m convinced that even if Jiang Cheng ended up dying and getting brought back as a fierce corpse, OP would just say “hey, pookie bear Wei Wuxian brought him back at least! He’d be rotting in a depression spiral if they didn’t kill him!”

sorry, anon from before, two thoughts and then I'm DONE I promise, one of MY grievances is that antis have weird takes that would be fun if they finished the thought instead of killing it with 'and that's why the protagonist is good and the antagonist is bad' like. be brave! be interesting! like yeah, actually, "JC comes back as a fierce corpse and WWX and wq are so horrified that they go into denial about it like no, this is fine, we can make this work, nobody get upset" would actually be a very fun and fucked up au.

my second, spicier take is that people make fun of 'female-coded male characters' but "family member and doctor make medical decisions for [character] without their knowledge or permission and this is fine -- [character] should be grateful, in fact!" is something you'd hear from the antagonist in like, the yellow wallpaper. I think canon is less misogynistic than that -- I think wwx and wq are implied to understand that they're violating a boundary and it's reasonable to assume that the person they're operating on would be upset -- but it would be fun to see the horror AU where they're completely upfront right after the surgery because they didn't do anything wrong and only a crazy person would be upset.

I am sorry I didn’t see this ask in my notes until today!!!

No but fr even Jiang cheng somehow died horribly during that core transfer, there still would’ve been someone crawling out of the woodwork to say “oh but my baby did his best, it’s not like jc would have amounted to much anyway🥺” and that gets me.

Tbh the golden core thing actually made me like wwx and wq more because that morally grey action really humanised him to me. Wen Qing didn’t do it out of kindness, she did it because she cared about wwx and felt like she owed him a great debt. Another complicated decision!

What makes the transfer interesting in the first place is the moral dilemma and the fact that he was desperate to fix things both because he couldn’t bear to see jc so broken and because he felt crushingly guilty about the fall of lotus pier! It’s that desperation to somehow make things right and save jc that drove him imo, and isn’t that what he says in the book as well? That he couldn’t bear to see jc like that and that he did everything in his power to find a solution?

Like you said, idk why people try so hard to justify their actions when they literally don’t have to? How about we appreciate the character and his not-so-perfect actions instead of moral panicking lol

And the misogyny thing!!! All I hear is “Oh, why would silly Jiang Cheng know what’s good for him, he’s too emotional!” It’s giving 1950s lobotomisation.

” What gets me isn’t even the fact that they did the surgery or that it was bad, it’s the fact that antis say it was a morally correct decision! I cannot believe some people unironically think the concept of basic bodily autonomy is selfish pls-

As for the horror AU, that would honestly be diabolical and I’m currently thinking of all the ways in which Jiang cheng would react to it. The idea of a wwx that’s even more unhinged than in canon frantically explaining what he did to jc like “see! Shidi, I fixed everything for you, I’ve fulfilled my debt and I’ve fixed you and it’s all gonna be okay :DDDDD” and jc just staring at him in absolute horror really is such a concept, I need more of it.

and btw I love when people rant at me, so never say sorry for that!!

#jiang cheng #ask #🏮

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months ago

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Hi Raven! Hope your surgery recovery is going smoothly! I’ve had a procedure done on me too so I get how sore and tired you must be, so feel better soon & get lots of rest. I had Lilia make you soup!🥫

Sooooo this has been a thing on my mind for a while now, but including the new chats (i’ve only seen screenshots of them, so idk much about them), I believe there’s one where Riddle and Sebek are saying how Silver nearly got got hurt in during a club meeting because he fell asleep, and that reminds me how dangerous Silver’s sleep spells are to him. I think his Master Chef vignette points out how he has the risk of falling asleep while dealing with fire.

But the big issue I have with it is when he graduates and fully joins to royal guard. There’s a very low chance of us seeing the boys’ lives post grad and any super serious conflict happening during the rest of their lives, but if they don’t find a cure for him during the story/their time at NRC (i wanna say we probably will), and if Silver ever has to fight FOR REAL for real, then if he ends up falling asleep mid battle, he’ll be at his most vulnerable and completely exposed.

I have hope that he could push through since he’s said as long as his body is moving he can stay awake, but I still have doubts for that because he fell asleep mid race during Deuce’s hometown event.

I’m just overthinking but yeah, it’s actually genuinely worrying 😭

Also may I be 🎠 anon please? thank you!

[Referencing health update in this post!]

Hihi! I think things are going smoothly nowC thank you for the well wishes. Getting lots of sleep and such, eating healthily, etc. Wishing you, 🎠 Anon, well on your own recovery too~ Th-Thank you for the soup, Lilia... I'm sure it is highly... nutritious...

That's correct; in one of Sebek's new chats, he and Riddle discuss a situation in which Silver fell asleep on some hay bales. If Sebek had not woken him up, Riddle worries that Silver would have been trampled by the horses. Riddle also mentions being concerned that Silver falling asleep while cooking could be a safety hazard. Silver reassures him that, in Briar Valley, most cooking is done with magic. If a mage were to fall asleep while using fire magic, the fire instantly goes out (since magic generally tends to require consciousness to maintain). However, Riddle’s concern is very real in Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles, as the course explicitly bans the use of magic in the kitchen--so Silver is cooking with REAL fire in the class, not with magic.

There's many other circumstances in which Silver's condition could be a hinderance to his performance (as is the case with the Rabbit Run in White Rabbit Fest), or outright put his safety and wellbeing at risk (in the case of an actual fight). I don't doubt that Silver is a capable person, but that narcolepsy could honestly be a huge setback depending on what he's expected or ordered to do. I wonder if Twst will seriously consider addressing these though...? Silver's sleepiness is not treated consistently in the narrative. It's considered a "moe" trait half of the time + marketed as part of his appeal, and the other half of the time it's treated like a daily nuisance that Silver feels he has to constantly apologize for. The two depictions are always at odds with each other. Will they keep him with the condition for the sake of fanservice, or will they commit to dispelling the narcolepsy/his curse with the power of love? I had someone pointing out a while ago that Silver's condition is akin to a disability, so if you read him in this way then there's additional implications to consider.

I at least hope that Silver can find workarounds for his narcolepsy. I don't want him to put himself in danger, but I also don't want him to be kept from doing the things he wants to do.

#disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #Sebek Zigvolt #Silver #Riddle Rosehearts #notes from the writing raven #tw // health concerns #white rabbit fest spoilers #Silver apprentice chef vignette spoilers #Lilia Vanrouge

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thecandlesticksfromlesmis · 2 months ago

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I want top surgery but I am poor and idk how to raise money for it so I guess I’ll just have to live with it 🙃 congrats on your surgery!!!!

I wasn’t going to answer this, because honestly, it doesn’t feel like genuine support, but I think my response is worth saying.

I fought for 20 years for this. From the moment I hit puberty, the chest dysphoria I experienced was actually nauseating and lead me to wearing various binders 24/7 until I went to college. I’m lucky that didn’t injure me. At the end of last year, I had a really bad mental breakdown about my dysphoria and I knew something was going to happen to me if I didn’t take immediate action. For 20 years I’ve been battling severe mental health issues because of my dysphoria and I’m still bracing for the fact that this surgery won’t fix everything. It will help drastically, but it won’t fix it all.

Two people in my family know about my surgery. Two cousins. The rest of my family has no idea because they don’t know I’m trans. I have already had to buy fake boobs to wear when I go home to Tennessee because I fear the consequences of them finding about the surgery. This was not some easy thing I was able to do.

I have two pieces of luck on my side for this. One, I have good insurance which made it so I only had to pay $9,000 for this life saving care. And two, I have an incredible community of friends both online in irl that helped me cover this cost. I would have had to work and save for probably a year before affording the surgery. I honestly don’t know if I had another year in me.

There will always be obstacles but it is never ever too late finally get the care you need. If you want top surgery, you will get it. There are programs, mutual aid groups, loans….so many ways to work to get this care.

Look, I don’t know your full story, but you’ve only brought up payment to me and made it sound like that’s the main obstacle. Save whatever amounts you can, even if it’s just a few dollars, even if it takes five or ten years, it will be worth it. Reddit has a ton of good resources. That’s where I went to figure this shit out. It IS possible.

Community is also the most important thing for this. Don’t forget that.

Good luck 🍀 It’s possible.

#sorry literally everyone else if this sounds harsh #it’s just that I know who sent this message #and I am very tired #trans stuff

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 11 months ago

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Runaway Runaway

Hangman Adam Page X Fem Reader

An: This is a scuedlued post that hopefully posts on Hangmans birthday! By the time this is up I will be at home recovering from Jaw Surgery. Since it is my love's birthday I decided to write a little fic since I'm waiting for them to call me for my surgery lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: After Blood and Guts all Adam wants to do for this birthday is run away, run somewhere far away where it can just be the two of you forever. Happy and content. Safe and sound. Far away from Swerve and The Elite

Hangman Adam Page Mastetlist Main Masterlist

I anticipated this year's Blood and Guts to be gruesome. I expected my cowboy to be a blood mess by the end of it. I expected to clean his wounds and kiss his scars. I knew how unforgiving the cage was. Last year’s match was one for the ages. I knew his history with Swerve, I saw it all first hand. So when my cowboy returned without a scratch I was confused. The blood on his body for once was not his. I examined him backstage and cringed at the staple in his cheek. “Why the face, your gorgeous face” I told him as I examined the metal stuck within his flesh. I had removed dozens of staples from his body over the years but this one felt different. I carefully removed the staple and checked the rest of his body for any other wounds or potential injuries.

That night was silent. Hangman didn’t say a word until we got into bed. I knew he had something on his mind but wanted him to tell me when he was ready. My head rested on his chest as he traced delicate shapes on my exposed skin. “What did you think about tonight?” he asked with no expression in his voice. “Do you want me to be honest with you?” I asked him nervously. “Yes, you are my wife. You have to be honest with me Doll” “I’m not your wife yet” I told him playfully. “I already asked you to marry me and you said yes. To me we are already husband and wife” I couldn't help but blush at his comments. “So tell me, what did you honestly think about blood and guts? I know you have something to say” I was nervous. I found myself disappointed about this year's match, I didn’t think there was enough blood or guts. “Now Adam, I don’t want you to take any of this the wrong way and be offended or anything but I was honestly a bit disappointed” “I had a feeling you would say that” “Now don’t get me wrong, I am happy no one got hurt and beyond gratefully I didn’t have to spend the night stitching you up but it just didn’t feel like blood and guts to me. Maybe it’s because I can’t stand Max Caster but I thought team AEW could have been better. I would have picked other people, removed the acclaimed from the match. They aren't hard core wrestlers. Now I am so happy Darby didn’t do anything stupid. I was most worried about him. I didn’t want to do CPR on him again or remove hundreds of shards of glass from his body. My only real criticism is that I wish I could have seen more of you.” “I didn’t even want to do the stupid match in the first place. I just wanted to beat up Swerve” “I’m still in shock that Matthew and Nicholas threatened to fire you. They caused you your revenge. You had Swerve where you wanted him and you were forced to give it up”

“I know I started this whole conversation but I really don’t want to talk about Swerve or The Elite right now” “Your birthday is in a few days. Is there anything special you want to do to celebrate?” “This year for my birthday I want to go away. I want to leave, go somewhere far away where it can be just the two of us. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere with no contact from the outside world. We can have a farm, you can finally get that big garden you always wanted. We won’t have to worry about anything or anyone. What I really want is to start a family with you. I want to be there for you, I want to protect you and our kids. The unfortunate thing is that none of this can happen until I get my hands on Swerve. I refuse to bring children in this world when there are monsters out there in the world like Swerve. I won’t rest until he’s underground and only then can I settle down.”

I really didn’t know what to say. I know how personal this had become between Swerve and Adam but to go as far as murder? “He has to pay darlin, he has to pay for what he did to you. They might have forgotten but I haven’t. I spend everyday thinking to myself how I could have stopped it. How if I was fast enough he wouldn't have taken you from me. That night I died. Life meant nothing to me if I didn’t have you with me. Now darling, I hope you forgive me for what I do but understand that it has to be done. He has to pay.”

“No matter what happens, I won’t leave your side”

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avalil18 · 1 year ago

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I hate to see you like this

Summary: reader is having a difficult time after being released from the hospital and Joe is there to help her get through the hard times.

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You were always the happiest person. The person who always had a smile on her face and always laughing. You were a dancer. You loved to dance ever since you were a little girl. Dancing was your sport. Every day after school you would go to the dance studio and stay there for hours just dancing and coming up with your own choreography. You aren’t a person to really show when you are sad or loved to talk about your feelings to anyone except your best friend Joe. Dancing was your way of expressing all of those emotions. You have been dancing for years now. All throughout middle school, high school, and college. It was mid year in 2020 and everyone was in quarantine. Dancing was the one thing you could really get out of the house and do. You were at the studio with your mom. You decided to do a trick you haven’t done in a while. You flipped and turned but ended up doing something wrong and the next thing you know you are in the hospital just out of surgery. Turns out you had to have spinal surgery. You won’t be able to dance again. You were in the hospital for 2 weeks. Family coming in and out of your room asking how you are doing, but the only person you wanted to talk to was Joe. One night Joe came with his parents.

The door opened and you saw joes figure. He walked around your bed and stood right next to you on your right side. He was wearing a green long sleeve with grey sweatpants and he had been trying to grow out a little bit of a beard so he had some scruff. He smiled as he looked at you. You smiled back. The first smile you probably plastered on in weeks. He was the only person you wanted to talk to.

“Hey you!”-joe

“Hi.”-you

“How are you feeling?”-joe

“Shitty.”-you

Joe laughed

“I feel ok, But I’m happy you are here.”-you

“Good, and I’m happy to see you too.”-joe

You two stared at each other for a moment

“Hey, how about we leave you two alone. We will be back!”- your mom

You two looked at her

“Ok”- you and Joe

The parents left the room and now it was just you and Joe.

“Come here.”-you

You patted the empty space next to you. Joe quickly but carefully laid down next to you. You put your head in his chest and quietly feel asleep in joes arms. He also fell asleep.

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5 weeks later

(At home)

“Hey! Come on in guys!”-your mom

Joe and his parents came over to check on you and see how you are doing. It was late afternoon and you had been in the backyard playing with your dog or at least trying to. It was hard for you to move around. Your back was still in some pain. You were also exhausted. From learning how to stand up again to walking and then physical therapy it was a lot. You didn’t have dance anymore to let all your feelings out. You were in a state of exhaustion and overwhelmed. There was so many emotions going through your head. You couldn’t let all your feelings out like you could while dancing. You talked to your parents saying that recovery has been hard and you don’t know what to feel. You didn’t cry, just spoke.

“Y/n is in the backyard.”-your mom

“How is she doing?”-robin

“Honestly I think it’s been really hard on her. She isn’t really eating and she told me that recovery has been hard on her. You know she doesn’t really like to talk about her feelings and only likes to dance them out, but now she doesn’t have dance anymore. I don’t think she really knows what to do.”-your mom

“Aww poor y/n, we know it’s been hard I her. But she should always know we will be here for her.”- robin

The moms talked for a few minutes.

“Hey Joe, how about you go outside to see y/n. I’m sure she would love to see you!”- your dad

“Yeah, ok!”-joe

It was hard in Joe to see you like this. He knew you were hurting emotionally and physically. He also knew that you don’t really like to talk about your emotions except when it’s with him.

Joe stepped out side and saw you. He thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes on. You’re his best friend and the reason he looks forward to waking up everyday. He just loves to see you.

You were wearing grey sweatpants with a cropped grey long sleeve to match. Your hair was long and your little waves were dancing in the breeze. You were standing with your arms crossed and watching your dog play. You were crying. You shed a few tears before you heard the sliding door open and quickly wiped your fallen tears.

“Hey!”-joe

He came up next to you

“Hi.”-you

He could tell you’ve been crying

“Come here.”-joe

You fell into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you as you cried.

“Shhh it’s ok, it’s ok, I’m right here.”-joe

You haven’t cried this much in weeks. Joe was your shoulder to lean on, but he also sometimes needed your shoulder to lean on too. You cried in his arms letting all your emotions out. You wrapped your arms around him as he did to you. You guys stayed in each other embrace for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry, I probably look like a mess.”-you

“No, no you look beautiful. And don’t be sorry. You know you can come to me for anything.”-joe

You looked up at him with one last tear streaming down your face and a small little smile.

“Thanks Joey, for everything.”-you

“Of course y,n, I’m always here for you. You are my best friend, my ride or die.”- joe

“Awww.”-you

“Hey, I want to take you somewhere.”-joe

“Umm, ok…”-you

He grabbed your hand and took you inside to get a blanket.

“We will be back!”-joe

“Ok! Don’t be too long.”-your mom

“We won’t, I promise.”-joe

You guys walked out the door and into joes car. He just recently bought a Porsche from the money he is making being in the NFL. You guys drove around for a while until you guys reached a place you recognized.

“We are here!”-joe

You looked around for a second

“Is this our spot?”-you

“Yeah! I know you love it here so I decided to take you, get your mind off of things.”-joe

“Aww thank j.”-you

The Spot is a little hill over looking a big green field. There is a big Willow tree on the hill where you both sit under.

You guys walked up the little hill and sat under the tree. The sun was setting and it was a beautiful site. Joe put the blanket over you guys covering your guys legs. You rested your head on his broad shoulder and just stared into the sunset. Joe put his right arm around you and it made you get butterflies.

“I don’t know if you want to answer this but, how are you doing?”-joe

You looked up at him

“Honestly Joe, I feel much better when you are around. My parents are all over me 24/7 asking if I’m ok or need anything. They also ask me how I’m feeling. But I don’t know how to answer them. I just think I’m sad because I can’t dance anymore. Dance was my whole life, my safe space, but now dance is gone. I have been In pain for the last couple weeks and just not feeling well physically and I guess mentally.”- you

I’m sorry y/n that you have to go through this, but know I’m always here for you. I’m your safe space. We are each other’s safe spaces. I’m going to be there when you need a shoulder to lean on always or just someone to talk to. You are my best friend y/n, always have been since middle school. And I love you y/n.

“What..?”-you

“I love you, so much. I can’t breathe or think when I’m next to you. I always want to hold you are talk to you. And I hate seeing you in pain. I couldn’t even walk through your hospital door without telling my parents that I can’t go in because I couldn’t bare to see you in pain. I love you y/n, with my whole heart.”-joe

You grabbed his face and kissed him

“I love you too Joe. And I’m sorry you have to see me like this, but know I’m always going to be there for you too. And I’m so proud of you Joe. Your dream of finally being in the NFL came true and I couldn’t be more proud of you. I love you Mr QB1!”-you

He grabbed your face this time and kissed you.

The sun set and you and Joe were just laughing and talking looking out into the stars.

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Authors note: a little bit of deep one but cute! I also hope to get out more of How To Get The Girl out soon too!!🩷

#joe burrow #joeys awesome

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givemenoname · 3 months ago

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Decided to go looking through my Google docs and found a Doc simply titled "Wit."

Barely remembered what it was when I saw it so I ventured in, and it turns out, it's an Amphibia AU/fic I made a year or two back about Marcy adapting to life in Massachusetts. (I hadn't read Marcy's Journal yet, so some things were a bit off.)

Instead of being from Marcy's POV however, the story is told by a character called Cass, who does not put up with the "impossible" rumors about our little lovable nerd.

Four years later though, they end up being dorm mates, and (as we all probably know by now) Marcy's not exactly... normal.

While I remembered the main plot, there are only two pages as of now.

Below is essentially what I have so far if you want to see it (it's pretty old, and I definitely see how I could have done better, but eh.)

Prologue

There’s an old legend, an old tale in Hopkinton, Massachusetts, but honestly, it’s more of an old rumor that spread across the city like wildfire. But now that I think about it, it was made less than six, maybe, five years ago? It goes a little something like this…

“So there’s this new kid, got here over the summer, she's weird. I haven’t talked to her a lot, I only have one class with her. She seems pretty normal at first but don’t let her talk to you! She talks so strange, like, she doesn’t swear, she says stuff like, ‘Oh my Frog!’ & ‘For Newt’s sake!’ Instead! Kinda creepy, right?”

“You know, there's a rumor going around, that she's got a big ol’ scar on her front and back, like she got stabbed or something.”

“I have PE with her, I haven’t seen any scar, but this older guy was bullying a boy, and she slashed him in the face!”

“With her nails?!”

“Yeah! They turned into claws, and her fingers got all webbed and stuff! It was so freaky, the guy has scar marks on his nose now! She panicked a bunch and ran away. Some people who were there say her eyes turned orange when she clawed him!”

“Omigosh, I have Science with her, she got a papercut, her blood wasn’t even red, it was kind of a swampy green goop! I got her a band-aid cause I was scared other kids would notice. When I got back though, it completely disappeared! Or, healed, I dunno!”

“You all are making this up. Things like that don't happen unexplained. Her parent’s probably just don’t like her swearing, the stab wound is either fake, or just a surgery scar, her nails are most likely just long, and I’ve seen her around, she draws a lot, she probably just got marker on her finger, she's not a weird frog monster, those kind of things are just fiction.”

“Cass, c’mon, can’t you go a minute without debunking something?”

“No. No I cannot. Not when you three are believing stupid stories like this. Did you even bother to learn her name? It’s Marcy, her name is Marcy.”

It was like this all over the school. Stories of the strange new kid were all over the place, and I never believed it. They died down over a few months, and by sophomore year, they pretty much stopped. But then…

Chapter 1: Meeting the New Kid, when she’s NOT the New Kid

4 years later…

College. Oh god. I’m going to college. New place. It’s got that new room smell I like, so that's good. The dorm is an apartment like any other is. The living room is, well, a living room. Maybe a fourth of the lecture hall? It’s about half the size of a middle school library, maybe. It’s got a little kitchen area that's kind of a rectangular shape. The bathroom is bathroom sized, and the bedroom… Man I’m not sure, medium? Like, four bathrooms? I don’t know, I’ll probably get a measuring tape at some point. There’s two mattresses and a curtain splitting the room in half, from the door to the window. Just as I put my stuff down, and claim my side, because the right one is obviously superior, I hear the front door unlock. Someone sighs.

“Alright Mars, it’s not that bad.” I can barely hear them speaking under their breath.

“The living room is slightly bigger than normal apartments. And you can actually interact with someone socially, for once, cause now you have a roommate, and it’s kind of necessary to talk to your roommate cause, well, they're your roommate!” I think they're trying to rationalize this melancholy dorm, their mood is different from what I think is the intended tone. They walk into the left side of the room. I can see they still have their shoes on, looks like orange Converse? Didn’t know they had those. I should introduce myself, we’re going to be stuck here together for a while anyway, might as well get used to it. I hear them sit down on their mattress. God, how do I start this conversation? I grab some of my stuff and stand up to walk into the living room. The curtain is slightly angled so that the room isn’t exactly split in half, and I have to open the curtain to get to the door frame. Once I get to the main area, I put down some pillows to make a sort-of couch. It’s not the best looking, but hey, it works. I sit down, it’s like sitting on a bunch of marshmallows, which is not as comfy as it sounds. They walk out into the area, and I can see them pretty clearly. They’re about average height, with long black fluffy hair that's been let loose, the only exception being an average green hair clip. Their eyes are a sort of gray-blue color, their skin is slightly tanned, but not by much. Their wardrobe seems to consist of D&D t-shirts and blue jeans, and an olive-mint green, slightly oversized, hoodie, with the occasional jewelry, the current being a leaf green amulet.

Aaaand, that's about it.

If you have any ideas or notes, I'd love to hear them :D

#amphibia #marcy wu #amphibia au #god this is so old lol #:p

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crystalninjaphoenix · 6 months ago

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That's Not How You Play

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Thirty

A JSE Fanfic

This chapter turned out to be one of the shorter ones, but a TON happens in here. After all, we're wrapping up the winter season, and spring will be coming soon. Chase and the Jacksons tell the others about how they got rid of the doll, and they talk about what to do next, but none of them feel really ready to take on the Circle some more. So they decide to take some time to relax and think about stuff over the next few weeks... But Anti doesn't like that they're not doing things the "right" way. You're gonna want to read all the way for this one, guys, things go crazy at the end ;) Good reading!

Previous Episode | More of this AU | From the Start | Read on AO3 at CrystalNinjaPhoenix

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“You guys what?!” Jackie’s incredulous shout echoed through the nearly-empty Zelly’s.

“See, we knew you would react like this!” Marvin folded his arms, leaning back in the booth. “This is why we didn’t tell you! You would’ve tried to stop us.”

“I-I—” Jackie stammered. He glanced around the table. Chase, JJ, and Marvin were all slumping in their seats to varying degrees. Stacy and Schneep looked shocked. Why wouldn’t they be? After all, the other three had just told them that they’d gotten rid of the doll... and exactly what happened when they’d done that.

“Chase, I just... I-I simply wish you told me about this,” Schneep said quietly. He glanced at the twins. “You two, as well.”

I don’t think I was thinking clearly at the time, JJ said slowly. But would you guys have tried to stop us? He looked at the other three.

Schneep hesitated. “Ah... no, I do not... think so?” He shook his head. “I simply wish you told me.”

Stacy frowned. “I probably would’ve tried, but like... if all of you wanted to try it, I’d be outnumbered. But like! We could’ve made sure it was super safe!”

“Yeah, that’s what I was going to say.” Jackie nodded. “If you’d told us your plan, I-I’m sure we could’ve come up with that ‘doll surgery’ idea quicker.”

“Well... it’s in the past now,” Chase said. A week in the past, actually. It had been hard to gather everyone together in person, with school starting up again and Jackie continuing his part-time job here at Zelly’s. And this hadn’t seemed like something you’d want to share over text message or phone. It was too important. So by now, it was well into February. The Zelly’s dining area was decorated with paper hearts in red and pink, ready for Valentine’s Day. Couples sometimes liked to come here for dates. Chase used to find that annoying, but now, he wonders if he had a girlfriend, if he would do the same thing. Maybe. He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t thought much about dating before.

Jackie sighed. “I guess it is. But... no sneaking off and doing crazy stuff like that again, okay? We stick together. Cause the more people we have involved, the more ideas we have. You know? They say two minds are better than one.”

The twins nodded, and so did Chase. Sorry, JJ said.

“No, I’m not... blaming you guys for it,” Jackie said slowly. “Honestly, I think it was about time we took action. I just... think it could’ve gone smoother, y’know?” He sighed, then tried for a smile. “Hey, let’s forget about it, okay? We don’t have to worry about the doll anymore! That’s great!”

JJ’s expression brightened. I’m so glad it’s gone!

“Yeah, that was so fucking freaky,” Marvin agreed.

Schneep sipped the hot chocolate he’d gotten. “I cannot believe Anti was behind it. For so long, we thought it was the Circle. I-I still do not like them at all, but... I-I suppose it is... good that they... did not make that doll.”

“It means Anti is really bad, though,” Stacy said. “I can’t believe he’d do that! Why?”

Marvin shook his head. “Wanted to prove some point that JJ would leave me, I guess. Which doesn’t make any fucking sense. If he does stuff because magic forces him to, then it doesn’t actually say anything about what JJ is like normally.”

“I don’t think Anti thinks stuff through, actually,” Chase said. “I think he just... doesn’t like JJ, actually.”

Well I don’t like him either, JJ said, frowning.

“But now that we don’t have to deal with the doll, maybe we can focus on the Circle things more?” Schneep said.

“Yeah, maybe we can visit city hall or something,” Stacy said. “You can take tours through it! Or... some parts of it. Not where they keep the important stuff, of course.”

“I dunno... won’t that be suspicious to the Circle?” Chase asked. “They know about us. This isn’t like the planetarium where it’s totally normal for kids to be there. We’ll stand out.”

“Well it’ll be much more fucking suspicious if we sneak into fucking city hall,” Marvin said.

Which we shouldn’t do without checking it out a little, JJ said. But Chase is right, the Circle will definitely notice us checking out city hall. He bit his lip. A Catch-22.

“...what’s that?” Chase asked.

“It means that... huh.” Jackie looked thoughtful. “How do I explain that? It’s uh... a contradiction. Or a... circle. It’s like, if you need to have a car to work at a job, but to get a car you need a job that makes money so you can buy it.”

“Oh... I think I get that?” Chase nodded slowly. “Uh... so maybe we either sneak in without checking it out?”

“Uh, I honestly don’t think we should sneak into city hall without some idea of what it’s like inside,” Jackie said, looking nervous.

“Maybe we’re not ready for that yet,” Stacy suggested.

“Well Anti’s gonna keep pushing us to confront the Circle!” Chase said. “How else are we gonna get him off our back?”

“Fuck Anti,” Marvin said.

Fuck Anti, JJ agreed. Why should we do what he wants us to do?

“Well... cause he’s gonna keep bothering us until we do!” Chase said.

“So?” Marvin grumbled. “Maybe we should come up with some way to keep him away instead of, uh... indulging him. Did I use that word right?”

“Mm-hm.” Stacy nodded.

“I... guess it’s maybe worth looking into?” Jackie said slowly. “Anti is... some sort of greenlight creature, right? An ‘Anomaly,’ as the Circle would call him. So... maybe greenlight could keep him away?”

Marvin gasped. “I can cast a spell,” he said in a hushed, excited voice.

Jackie grinned. “Yeah, you can try casting a spell.”

“Okay! I’ll look for a good one in my books.” He flapped his hands excitedly.

“So... are we just going to do nothing about the Circle?” Schneep asked.

“Well... I-I think we should do something eventually,” Chase said. “But I don’t know if we can tackle city hall yet, you know?”

Schneep nodded. “I see... yes, I see where you are coming from.” He sipped his hot chocolate again. “So... this is now a normal ‘hanging out’ session.”

Chase laughed. “I guess it is! So, uh... you guys see anything cool on TV lately?”

“Well, I know you guys might not watch this cause the main character is a girl,” Stacy said. “But there’s this show called Kim Possible. I think it’s like, ended now, but I just re-found this tape my parents made with the episodes recorded and I’m watching them again and I think you guys would like it!”

“Oh I loved Kim Possible,” Jackie said fondly. “Yeah, you guys would probably like it! It’s about fighting supervillains.”

“Really?” Chase leaned forward. “What’s it about? Like, more specifically.”

And so, the rest of the visit passed with them talking excitedly about all their favorite shows, movies, and occasionally books. None of them noticed the extra shadow lingering on the wall. They didn’t see it when it slinked away, or pick up on the strange sadness it felt.

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JJ hovered in the school hallway, occasionally glancing down at the group hanging out near the corner. A few guys around his and Marvin’s age... among them, River Bailey, laughing and chatting. He stood there, hesitating. Part of him—most of him, honestly—still felt so nervous about approaching someone so cool and nice and... Maybe it would just be easier if they stayed

But there was also this smaller part of himself protesting that notion. That if he was brave enough to get rid of that crazy doll, surely talking to someone was nothing. He didn’t want to be a meek, quiet doll. He was more than that. Chase and Marvin and all the others believed in him. He just... had to prove it to himself.

The other guys were leaving. River waved goodbye to them, then turned to his locker on the corner. There would be no better opportunity to do this. Jameson swallowed a lump in his throat and walked over, clutching his notebook to his chest.

River noticed him approaching and smiled. “Hey! Jameson, huh?”

JJ nodded. He wrote something down and showed River. You can call me JJ if you want.

“Oh, cause of your initials! Cool. Repeating initials are fun.” River grinned. “Uh... anything I can help you with?”

Jameson wrote something else down. I just wanted to talk. It’s weird that we have lockers so close and a few classes together, but don’t really talk.

“Hm, yeah, I guess it is. That might be because I don’t know sign language. Oh! But I think I could learn!”

That would be nice, but you don’t have to. Jameson smiled slightly.

“Well it’ll probably be helpful, right?” River shrugged. “Anyway. What d’you want to talk about?”

This might be an odd question, but are you part of any clubs or anything?

“Yeah, I’m in Orchestra,” River said. “I play the cello. I wanted to play bass but I didn’t want to stand so that was the second best thing.” He laughed. “Also that’s not a, uh, ‘odd question.’ That’s like... totally normal. Like, watch this. Are you in any clubs or anything?”

JJ laughed a bit. I’m in Theatre. Stage crew specifically, but I sometimes do ensemble.

“En... What’s that word?” River asked. “En-sehm-bull?”

The Es make the long A sound, like “Ah.” So it’s more like Ahn-sawm-bull. It’s the background characters in plays. In musicals, they do the group dance numbers and background voices. I’m surprised you didn’t know that, since the Orchestra sometimes plays for musicals.

“Ohhhh.” River nodded. “Ensemble! I get it. I just thought they were called the ‘cast,’ but I guess the cast is all the actors. That’s cool. Have you ever thought about getting a starring role?”

I’d like that, but I can’t do the speaking lines.

River winced. “Oh. Right. Sorry.”

It’s fine, you didn’t realize! JJ assured him.

“Still, sorry.” River grabbed his backpack and shut his locker. “Hey, can you write and walk at the same time? My mom’s waiting to pick me up and I don’t want to keep her for too long.”

Jameson hid his disappointment. I can, but it’s hard. We wouldn’t be able to talk much anyway.

“Hey, a little is better than none.” River smiled. “And we can always talk in class or something! Or after school some other time.”

I wouldn’t be bothering you? JJ asked.

“Huh? No, why’d you be bothering me?” River shrugged. “Besides, I’m a simple guy. If you were bothering me, I’d leave. Not ask you to walk and talk with me.”

That did make sense. Jameson was flattered that River would want to spend more time with him. He felt his face getting warm and quickly ducked his head to write. In that case, we can walk for a bit. My brother will be waiting at the front entrance so we can walk until there.

“Great!” River smiled. “Let’s go, then.” He started walking down the hallway.

Jameson, grinning, followed him, a light feeling in his chest.

++++++++++++++++++++

The next week passed without much happening. Chase quietly tried to think about how to deal with the Circle, just trying to come up with ideas on his own. But none of his ideas were any good. In fact, some of them were pretty dumb. Like, storming city hall with nerf guns and baseball bats was really stupid and would get them in major trouble.

Nobody else had any ideas, either. Schneep kept asking Chase to text the others to ask, and every time Chase tried, he basically got back a lot of ‘I got nothing, sorry.’ Until, one Friday when he texted JJ and Marvin’s number asking, and got a different response. Hey Chase its Marvin. I still dont know what to do about the Circle but i think i have a spell to protect us from Anti! I was thinking we could meet on sunday or something to do it and maybe we could do it at your house so i can also cast a protection spell over that place! Ive already done it on me and Jjs house.

And so, the group made arrangements to meet at Chase’s house on Sunday. Mom had a work meeting on that day, too, so they’d be able to talk about the Circle and Anti without worrying about her overhearing—and Mom would’ve asked Jackie to babysit anyway, so they only needed everyone else to arrange to come over as well. And that was easily done.

Jackie arrived first, then the twins, then Stacy. Soon, they were all gathered in the living room, standing around awkwardly. “So... how does your magic work, Marvin?” Schneep asked.

“Well, that’s where this comes in.” Marvin held up a book, its cover protected by a plastic wrap. “I got this from the library! It has all sorts of spells! I tried a couple in our house, and one of them seemed to work? But I felt really tired afterwards, so...” He slowly lowered the book. “Um... can we get food or something first? And... hang out a bit before I like... fucking pass out?”

The others glanced around. “Of course we can, Marvin,” Jackie said. “Chase’s mom gave me money for takeout. What do you guys want to order?”

“Oh! Can we get pizza from Queen Cleo’s?” Chase asked.

JJ frowned. I don’t really feel like pizza right now... It’s kind of greasy.

“Yeah, and it’s a lot of food,” Stacy said. “I’m not that hungry.”

“Aw.” Chase slumped, disappointed. “Well... I dunno what else to get, then.”

“Ah... Aunt Jess ordered something a while ago,” Schneep said slowly. “They were... dumplings?”

“Like, Chinese food?” Marvin asked. “I’ve never tried Chinese food. JJ hasn’t either. When we were little our parents ordered some and gave us some of the chicken and we both really didn’t like it. It was weird. Like... fruity.”

“You guys probably tried orange chicken,” Jackie said. “I’m sure you’d like other Chinese dishes. We can order plain rice, at least. Uh... Schneep, do you know if Jess kept the menu for that place?”

“Yes, it should be in the kitchen.”

Jackie found the menu, which had the restaurant’s name (Dumpling Mama) and phone number on it. The kids passed around the menu until they all decided what they wanted, and then Jackie dialed and placed the order. Then they all sat down in the living room to wait, playing some more Sonic to pass the time.

“I like the cat lady,” Stacy said. “Her design is pretty.”

“That’s Blaze,” Chase said.

“Blaze? Like fire?” Stacy gasped excitedly. “Does she have fire powers?!”

Fire is evil in this game so I don’t think so, Jameson said.

Chase grinned. Schneep glanced at him and narrowed his eyes. “What does that grin mean?”

“Whaaaat?”

“You make that grin when you know something in a story that someone else does not.”

“No I don’t.” Chase fought back the grin trying to widen.

“I know you have played this game before. What do you know?”

“Noooothing.”

I guess we’ll just have to keep playing to find out, JJ said. We have to be getting close to the end!

“Hm... yeah, I think so?” Chase said, trying to remember what happened in the game. “There’s like... a special ending section that makes it longer than you think. But no spoilers!”

Jackie grinned. “I like how you guys are enjoying this game. Kids my age don’t really like it. My friend Fengge got a copy and he got really frustrated and gave up.”

“Really? I guess some of it can be kinda annoying and shitty,” Marvin said. “Like, if I ever hear ‘it’s no use’ again I’m gonna pull my fucking hair out. And JJ says the vehicles kinda suck.” JJ nodded. “But it’s still pretty fun! And I think the characters are cool! Most of them, I guess, that redheaded lady is pretty boring—”

The lights overhead flickered.

Chase looked up to the ceiling light. “Huh. What’s up with that?”

“Maybe there’s something weird happening with the power?” Jackie suggested. “You should probably save the game.”

“Yeah, good idea. I just gotta finish this stage first—”

The lights went off. And then the TV and game system did as well. “No!” Chase shouted, the others crying out in distress along with him.

Marvin conjured up a ball of greenlight to illuminate the room. “Dude! That fucking sucks!”

“You guys fucking suck!”

The voice was joined by the electronic whine of white noise. A shivering shadow appeared behind the sofa, and hands reached out for Chase—

Jackie shouted and grabbed the TV remote, throwing it at the shadow—the shadow which was, of course, Anti.The remote smacked against the side of his head and a pair of glowing green eyes glared at Jackie. His shadowy form disappeared, but the staticky noise continued.

Chase scrambled to his feet, and the others were right behind him. “Where are you?!” Stacy gasped, looking around. “Wh-what are you doing here?!”

“Are you here to fuck with us some more, bitch?!” Marvin yelled. “We’re tired of your shit!”

“I’m tired of your shit!”

A bolt of green lightning flashed through the air from the ceiling light, striking Marvin from behind and knocking him to the ground. JJ screamed out, kneeling next to him and making sure he’s alright. “You bastard!” Jackie shouted, spinning around as he tried to find where Anti had gone off to. “Why would you do that?!”

Anti reappears, hovering in the air above the TV. “You guys aren’t going after the Circle, that’s why!”

Marvin groaned and pushed himself to his hands and knees, glaring at Anti. “We’re not playing your game.”

“Yes!” Schneep grabbed the lamp from the end table, unplugging it and getting ready to swing it like a baseball bat. “We quit your stupid game!”

“This isn’t the type of game you can quit, dummies!” Anti hissed. “The Circle’s not gonna let you quit! They’re gonna keep coming for you! Even if you’re too scared to go after them! They grabbed Marvin for no reason!”

They grabbed him cause of YOU! Jameson signed furiously.

“They would’ve grabbed any of you if you ended up in the hospital!” Anti snapped. “It’s not just cause of me!”

JJ’s eyes went wide. He pointed at Anti accusingly. You DO understand me!

Anti froze like a little kid caught in a lie. “I—I never learned sign language!” He insisted. “I dunno how I know that!”

“You’re a big jerk!” Stacy shouted. “We’re quitting your game! Do you hear me?! We don’t want to play anymore!”

Anti recoiled as if Stacy had physically hit him. Then he glared. “None of you get to quit! You don’t get to quit! This isn’t over! This will never be over!” The shouting escalated into a screech and then Anti disappeared. The TV turned on, static crawling across its screen, and green lightning darted down from the ceiling light again. Jameson grabbed Marvin and pulled him to the side, barely avoiding the bolt, and Marvin quickly conjured up a dome-shaped shield around the group—just in time to block more bolts.

“Throwing a tantrum isn’t going to change our minds!” Chase shouted.

“Chase, don’t,” Jackie hissed, eyes darting around. “All of you, stop shouting at him! You’re all egging him on!”

A shadow slammed against Marvin’s shield, clawing wildly at it. Marvin yelped and pushed forward. The shield turned into a wall that pushed the shadow away. “I think we should leave the house!” Marvin shouted.

“Yep!” Jackie grabbed Chase and Schneep by their arms and started running for the doorway, leaving the others to run after him.

Green lightning appeared in lines blocking the door, a cage over their way out. More electricity covered the windows and the stairs. “You guys aren’t leaving until you know the rules of this game!” Anti shouted, his voice bouncing around the room. “You don’t get to quit! You don’t get to quit! Nobody does!”

More electricity shot out from the ceiling lamp, launching itself at the group and wrapping around them. Chase instinctively cried out, expecting to be shocked, but there was no pain. Just discomfort as he got crushed against the others. “H-holy—!” He gasped.

“You cannot trap us here!” Schneep shouted.

Anti appeared again, hovering above the coffee table in the living room. A green glow wrapped around his body. “Well you guys can’t leave!” he snapped. “You have to keep playing!”

“Oh my gosh, shut up!” Stacy shouted. “Just shut up! You’re worse than my sister when she wants to do stuff, and she’s seven years old!”

Anti screeched again—and that staticky noise screeched along with him.

Marvin winced at the sound, but then he took a deep breath. A greenlight fan appeared in front of him and sliced through the electric rope holding the group together. “New plan! Get Anti to fucking stop!”

JJ nodded. He started to run into the kitchen—

Anti threw his hand out. Green light wrapped around JJ and lifted him into the air, holding him upside down as he kicked his legs wildly. Jackie gasped, and looked around for some sort of weapon. The closest item were the kids’ shoes, which they’d taken off once they came into the house, kicking them to the side of the door. Jackie grabbed his boots and threw them both at Anti. They hit him in the chest one after another—Smack! SMACK!—and Anti lost his concentration. JJ started to fall, but Marvin caught him with a similar spell and flipped him over upright again before gently putting him down. JJ nodded at him in thanks and ran into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Schneep, Stacy, and Chase were running farther into the living room, rushing right under Anti’s nose. Chase looked around for his baseball bat or nerf gun—he had to have left one of them in here!

Stacy gathered up some DVD cases and started chucking them at Anti. His head turned to look at her and he started teleporting through the room, moving so fast that he left a green glowing afterimage for a few seconds. Stacy got a bit confused and tried throwing a few at the afterimages—but she’d distracted Anti long enough for Schneep to grab the table lamp again. He whirled the power cord, spinning it in a circle, then threw it in the air. The plug went in a wide arc and eventually wrapped around Anti’s ankle.

Anti growled. He grabbed the cord and green lightning raced downwards. Schneep quickly let go of the lamp before it reached him—but the electricity arced away from the lamp and hit him anyway, throwing him backwards into the shelf of video games. Cased crashed down onto him and he laid there, not moving.

“NO!” Chase screamed. His head snapped to Anti. Hot rage filled his chest, spurring him onward, spurring him to action! He climbed onto the coffee table and jumped upwards, grabbing onto Anti.

“What?!” Anti yelped. He grabbed Chase’s arms and tried to pry them off from around his waist, and when that didn’t work, he tried kicking him off. But Chase stood firm, and slowly, his weight pulled Anti to the ground—where he finally remembered he could teleport and disappeared from Chase’s arms and reappeared over by the kitchen.

Where Jameson rushed out and stabbed him in the back with a kitchen knife.

Anti screamed in pain and collapsed forward. Jameson pulled the knife out and quickly backed up, looking shaken and scared of what he’d done. Anti hadn’t been in pain when he stabbed him last time!

Marvin rushed forward, wrapping Anti in greenlight rope, pinning him down to the ground with them. “S-stay down!”

“Guys, the door!” Jackie gasped. The bars of lightning blocking the door and windows had disappeared. “We gotta get out of here!”

“No!” Anti shouted, eyes going wide. “No, you can’t leave!”

“God, shut up dude!” Marvin snapped. “Don’t you get it? We don’t want to be here! You can’t make someone do something they don’t want to do! That’s—that’s fucking mean!”

Anti inhaled sharply. “I—I-I’m not mean!”

“Are you kidding me?! Of course you are!” Marvin folded his arms. “If you try to make someone do something they don’t want, that’s mean! And that’s what you’re doing right now!”

“I’m not mean!” Anti thrashed about in his bindings. “I’m not mean! I’m not—I-I’m not a bully!”

“Yeah you fucking are!”

“Marvin, stop!” Jackie stepped up next to him. “You’re just making things worse.”

Marvin shut his mouth, but he kept glaring at Anti as he writhed around.

“Dude, just give up.” Chase said, walking over. But then he hesitated and glanced back over his shoulder. “Schneep? You okay?”

Stacy was helping Schneep to his feet. “I-I am okay,” Schneep said. “I will have bruises, but th-that is f-fine.”

Chase softened. “Do you... need any bandaids or something?”

“I will be fine, Chase.” Schneep gave him a shaky smile. “You were going to say something to Anti, go on.”

“Alright.” Chase turned back to Anti, who was staring up at him, clearly waiting. “Look, just give up. We’re never going to listen to you. Not after what you’ve done to Marvin and JJ. So you should just leave. Because if you keep trying to fight us, you’re going to keep losing! You can’t fight all of us! Not when we work together!” That last part was probably a bit cheesy, on second thought. But too late to take it back now!

Anti stared at him quietly. He began to shake slightly. “I... I’m not going to lose,” he whispered. “I’m not going to lose. I—I’m gonna fight. I’m not going to give up. I’m not going to give up!”

Lightning shot out from his body, and everyone covered their eyes and faces. When they looked again, Anti was gone, the lightning having sliced through Marvin’s greenlight ropes. He had teleported over to the center of the room, where he was kneeling on the coffee table, pressing both hands against its surface. A green glow started to trace the grain of the wood.

“No no no stop!” Stacy gasped. She ran forward, and so did Chase and Jackie—

But they weren’t fast enough. The green glow grew brighter, and suddenly an explosion of force pushed them back. Chase landed hard on his back, but he scrambled up as fast as he could.

There was a crack in the coffee table surface. Small, but... that shape... that’s familiar...

“A Fissure!” Marvin gasped.

Anti looked down at it. He reached up to his neck and ran his hand across his throat, gathering a handful of blood, which he flicked into the Fissure. “I’m not gonna lose, I’m not gonna lose,” he mumbled. “You guys aren’t gonna beat me. No one’s gonna beat me.”

“Anti, what are you doing!?” Jackie pulled himself upright using the sofa.

“I’m getting more greenlight!”

“Y-you make the Fissures?!” Stacy gasped.

For a second, Anti looked hesitant, unsure. Then his expression hardened. “Yeah! I-I just figured out how to do that right now! I could do this whenever!” He looked up at them. “So you all better watch out!”

Deep within the Fissure on the table, something green glinted. They should have been able to see the carpeted floor through the cracked table surface, but instead the Fissure extended into blackness, and eventually glowing green light. And that green glow is getting closer!

“Anti! Get away from that!” Jackie suddenly dove at him—but passed right through him. And right after that, the green light shot out of the Fissure, hitting Anti in the face. But he wasn’t hurt by it. Instead, the green glow around his body grew stronger and stronger, the static noise growing louder.

Anti slowly raised into the air. His eyes were all green, completely consumed by the light. Bolts of electricity shot randomly from his body, tiny arcs ending midair. Jameson tried to shield Marvin with his body, only for Marvin to make another shield in front of him in turn. Chase grabbed onto Schneep, who was staring with wide eyes, and Stacy ducked behind the armchair to hide while Jackie watched in frozen shock—until he seemed to get distracted by something on the ground.

“I'͡m n̡ot goįn͡g to ́l̨ose,” Anti said, his voice crackling with static. “I̸'m͝ n̢o҉t̴ ͟g͡oing ̷to—!̧”

And then the front door opened.

Everyone’s heads turned at once. Even Anti’s. All of them stared at the woman in the doorway, her hand still on the doorknob. Her purse fell from her hand as she stared back in absolute shock.

“Mom?!” Chase’s mouth fell open in surprise.

“...what the...” Mom whispered, otherwise at a loss for words.

Anti promptly disappears. The lights, TV, and game console all turned on again the moment he was gone. Stacy promptly popped up from her hiding space. “Um—Mrs. Brody, I-I swear—there’s an explanation for this! A-a reasonable one!”

Mom didn’t answer. She was still in shock. After a bit, she rubbed her eyes and managed to wake up enough to push the door closed and pick up her purse, draping it over the end of the staircase banister. “...what the hell?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Mom!” Chase scrambled over. “I—” What was he supposed to do?! What was he supposed to say to this?! “I can explain!” Can he?!

“Chase...? Henrik?” Mom looked down at the two of them. “What’s... Was that... Did you see that... green thing too?”

Behind Chase, Schneep was frozen, trembling and afraid. Chase quickly backed up and gently wrapped his arms around him. Schneep clung to him immediately. “Y-yeah. We saw that, that... was real.” Chase glanced back at the other kids.

Jackie got to his feet. He was holding something in his hands. “Um... Hi, Ms. Walker. So... I-I guess... it’s time we told you, huh?”

“Nn—!” Schneep shook his head, tightening his grip on Chase.

“Hen... it’s okay,” Chase whispered. “Mom’s not going to get mad at us.”

Mom’s shocked expression softened into concern. “I’m not, Henrik. No matter what’s going on here, I promise you won’t be punished.”

Schneep looked up at her. He swallowed a lump in his throat. “You... promise?”

“I do.” Mom smiled gently. “And you know I don’t break promises, right?”

Schneep nodded slowly. He stayed quiet, but looked up at Chase with wide, pleading eyes. Chase knew that Schneep wanted him to explain. And he would do that. Strange... Chase used to have to look further down to meet his eyes. Schneep was starting to get taller.

Chase took a deep breath. He looked at the others. “Um... Marvin? JJ? Stacy? Do you... want to stay for this?”

The twins glanced at each other, then back at Chase. Both of them nodded. We can explain some things if you’ve forgotten them, JJ said.

“Yeah, JJ’s memory is really good,” Marvin said.

So is yours, Marvin! Just not for school stuff.

“Ha. Thanks, JJ.” Marvin smiled.

Stacy sighed. “Well... My parents can’t pick me up until later, anyway. And honestly, I’d like to hear some of the stuff that happened during summer again.”

“...what happened during the summer?” Mom asked, sounding worried.

“Maybe you should sit down, Mom,” Chase said, taking her hand and pulling her to the sofa.

“Did you guys break the coffee table?!” Mom gasped, shocked.

“Uh, no, we didn’t,” Chase said. “That was Anti.”

“...Who?” Mom asked, sitting down on the sofa.

Chase sat down next to her. “I guess this started that day I met Jackie again...”

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jacksepticeye au #chase brody #jackieboy man #jameson jackson #marvin the magnificent #dr schneeplestein #antisepticeye #brigid writes fanfiction #pnptau

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rosesradio · 6 months ago

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2, and then 14-22. Realistically I'd ask all the questions if it wasn't a bother but these are the ones I'd love to hear the most. I know it's still a lot though so nbd if you don't have answers!

i went ahead and answered all of the 2024 look-back questions !! 💌

How many fics have you worked on since January?

I’ve written several drabbles and things that haven’t made it to ao3, though using my ao3 stats, i’ve posted 30 fics in 2024.

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

I’ve expanded and delved further into themes and things I’m interested in—especially with quite a few ships and dynamics I haven’t tried before! (Like jercy, lukercy, lukethan—arranged marriage, getting back into x readers a little, etc.)

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

obviously pjo lol, that inspired 27 of the 30 fics 😅

How many fandoms did you write for this year? Three (spider-man got one fic and hsmtmts got two)

What ships captured your heart?

i’d have to say valdangelo, they were the focus of two of my longfics (one still a wip). but honorable mentions to lukercy and jercy for some good smut 👀 and lukabeth for helping expand my darkfics

What characters captured your heart?

Leo, nico, hazel (this is more for the later IR chapters that are written and not posted 👀), and annabeth. oh and Jason and Percy and Luke. just all of them !!

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

lots of new ships, but i think spider-man was the only new fandom

What fic meant the most to you to write?

i’d have to say ceaseless eve and ivory rain (yes i’m pairing them they can’t be bought separately lol). i put a lot of work and bits of myself in those fics and had a lot to say about the world i created there—and i have a lot more to say still <3

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

honestly anything fluffy and smutty—cucciolo, a jasico first time fic, comes to mind. it was just so sweet and hot and captured just the right dynamic <3

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

probably ceaseless eve. it was just before i was going into knee surgery (tfw knee surgery—gunshots), and to set that up to post so i could read comments when i was in recovery was so nice :-) i just know that feeling will be even better when i’m done with ivory rain

What fic was the most difficult to write?

honestly ivory rain. longfics have always been difficult, but i’m trying things i never have before. it’s exciting and intimidating and frustrating all at once, but i know once people read it they’ll see it was worth it.

What fic was the easiest to write?

any of my smut fics lol, that’s why they’ve multiplied like rabbits 👀

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

ceaseless eve (mid-revision…please don’t ask about the revision process 🚬) is 103,315 words. i’ve written several shorter drabbles on tumblr only but the shortest posted work is a moment alone, which is 795 words.

What were your go-to writing songs?

i have a writing playlist of instrumental songs, i can’t listen to songs with lyrics lol

What was the hardest fic to title?

I have a hard time with all of my titles. I remember specifically struggling with a lesson in overcoming fear and hidden in darkness, cloaked in sheets—for the most part though i just extract a little phrase of what the fic is

What's your favorite title of the year?

again, ceaseless eve and ivory rain. they’re stupid and pretentious and i hate them so much <33

Share your favorite opening line

“When boiling it down to the basic strategy, the absolute most straightforward logistics…working a service job was a lot like charging into battle.” The opening line to ivory rain…it’s cringe, it’s sillygoofy, it’s leocore babey

Share your favorite ending line

“We need to make sure you're good and rested up, anyway, for the Sunday matinee…" is a good closing line from spoils of war. it reveals something and leaves the reader wondering and dreading.

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

"You're asking if I burned your letter," Leo said stonily.

"Not necessarily," Nico started, his heart jumping in his chest.

"Look," Leo said, his gaze flitting towards the trees. "I was pissed. I still am. I'm not gonna lie and say I've cried over you like a wife waiting for her husband to come back from war. But I was pissed because I was worried, okay? So if you think I would burn the only evidence I had that you were okay just because I was mad?" He shook his head incredulously. "Then you don't know me at all."

it’s a tie between this and simply the “welcome home, nico” line in ch 3 of IR. there’s just so much pining and angst and friction and ultimate love that’s so fun to convey through the dialogue with these two

Share your funniest line

If Leo's therapist had seen the bunker, had really explored it and noted all the red flags (ranging anywhere from unhealthy isolation habits to illegal safety hazards), she probably would have determined that the bunker was enabling him.

That's because the bunker was enabling him.

i think it’s like the rhythm of this little paragraph, it just reads like a standup joke & is once again very leocore lol

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

i think i’ve just been surprised by my brainstorming process for IR—it’ll be easier to explain once the fic is posted, but yeah the story’s taken me lots of places!

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

i use Wattpad drafts 🫣 sometimes i’ll use tumblr drafts and the word counter website depending on what i’m trying to do, but for the most part it’s wattpad

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

finishing CE—and i just know finish IR will be 10 times that :’)

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

i don’t think so—maybe take a nap or get ice cream :-)

How did you recharge between fics?

…i don’t. i just go long periods where i don’t write, or i’ll just do inbox drabbles

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

nope, just fics! i wish i worked on drawing though 👉👈

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

i took part in the lukercy birthday bash! i posted two fics (around 14k each) for that, both of which can be found on my ao3

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

@heavens-vault, my lovely editor/beta reader/my person—IR wouldn’t be half of what it is without her. and ofc anyone who’s ever enjoyed my fics enough to leave a comment & lmk, it is very much appreciated 💌

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

nothing i guess 😅

What would you like to write next year?

i hope to finish IR (i’m almost halfway through), maybe participate in the lukercy valentines bash, and maybe get started on my next longfic which i’m keeping close to my chest lol. it’s all pretty ambitious and i’m sure I’ll be working on plenty of drabbles in between, but I look forward to it ! 💌

#pjo #valdangelo #asks

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simslegacy5083 · 6 months ago

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Today's (1/9/2025) Episode: Under The Knife

School started up again for Skye shortly after the Flea market, though xe ended up missing xir first day back.

“Normally I’m all for an excuse to get out of class” Elyse said as the teens walked ahead of xir parents through the front doors of Magnolia Medical Center to get checked in for Skye’s procedure “but not like this. Hospitals are the worst!”

“I know.” Skye agreed. This wasn’t xir first surgery, but it was the first one they’d had time to dwell on and their brain was a master at spinning up worst case scenarios “I keep having nightmares about something going horribly wrong. What if I get an infection, what if my wrist never heals right and I end up unable to do things like hold my camera FOREVER!?”

Elyse nodded “I read online about this sim who had a botched operation and was in chronic pain for the rest of her life!” Skye paled, immediately imagining how awful it would be if that happened to xem.

“Nothing like that is likely to happen Skye” Noemi interjected “Those sort of outcomes are very rare, and the doctors here are very good.”

Noemi had apologized to Skye for losing her temper at the market, but ever since then Elyse had avoided coming to the house, which xe saw as entirely xir mothers' fault. Rather than soothing xir like normal Skye found xemself irritated by the intrusion “Nobody was talking to YOU Mom!” xe snapped “Come on Elyse, let’s go sit over there, away from sims who can’t keep their noses out of others conversations!”

As they walked away Noemi turned to Luigi, frustration shining in her eyes “I knew it was a bad idea to let her tag along! Those two have always been too much alike when it comes to their ability to imagine the worst possible outcomes. That’s the LAST thing Skye needs today!”

“Xe wanted her here.” Luigi reminded her “I think it says a lot that she was willing to come. She clearly hates this place, but she showed up to support xem anyway. I understand why you’re worried, but like I keep telling you, we have to let it play out. They clearly care about each other, and honestly things could be a lot worse than having our kid infatuated with a sim we’ve know her whole life whose parents are two of our closest friends.”

“I hear you, but…” Noemi began. Just then the person in front of them finished up, and the front desk clerk raised her head expectantly “next?” They stepped forward to get Skye checked in, momentarily putting a pin in their unfinished conversation.

“So, Elyse, how’s school?” Luigi asked, trying to think of something to engage her after Skye was wheeled away to the OR.

“School’s fine” she replied “But this place isn’t. I’ll be outside where it doesn’t smell like my parents' medicine cabinet. Text me when Skye is out safe?”

“Sure” he nodded, then turned back to his wife. “how you holding up?”

“Worried” she sighed “about the surgery and about our two little lovebirds. I know you mean well with the whole “let it play out” business, but you didn’t spend years in a loveless marriage like I did. I just want Skye to find what I found with you, but Elyse is giving me “first wife” vibes.”

“Unlike your first wife, Skye and Elyse have been best friends for years.” Luigi reminded her. “She may not be a perfect match, but that has to count for something. Anyway - they aren’t even officially dating! You’re sort of putting the doom cart before the horse a little bit, don’t you think?”

“They’re not officially dating yet, but Skye told me xe plans to ask her to go steady soon.” Noemi sighed: “Still, you’re not wrong. Its just so hard not to stress, especially now that xe’s mad at me about the Flea Market fight. We used to talk about everything and now all I get are sullen glares.”

“Xe’ll come around” Luigi soothed “Just keep being there for xem like you have been.” “You know…” she told him “for a self proclaimed “self absorbed plumhole” you’re pretty good at giving advice.”

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day” he laughed. “Now, let’s hit the cafeteria while we wait. We can even offer to bring Elyse a snack. Maybe a jumbo blueberry muffin is all it will take to turn your relationship with at least one sullen little teenling right back around!”

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theambitiouswoman · 7 months ago

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Do you do any cosmetic procedures? Do you think any of them, helped you in some way? I talk like “pretty privilege” has helped you?

I am trying a position as a flight attendant, I’ve worked in a luxury hotel for almost a year, have customer service experience, I talk 3 languages, have lived aboard for two years and worked. But I’ve tried, and they denied me twice. So I think I just need to do procedures, like lip fillers so I can look more pretty and feel a little more good with myself and more confident. Consequently, I will feel confident and get the job. Does it make sense?

First of all, I’m sorry to hear that you’ve been denied the flight attendant position—it sounds like you have an incredible background with so much to offer! I am sure it’s also a very competitive position to get into?!

Before I go on, I don’t want you or anyone reading this to think they have to look a certain way to get things in life.

I am not against plastic surgery. I think getting a lot of plastic surgery can be unhealthy for sure, but I don’t think there is anything wrong with fixing an insecurity you may have especially if it will make you feel better about yourself.

Procedures like lip fillers or other enhancements can help you feel more confident and prettier, yes. Little tweaks really do go along way. You don’t need them to be pretty!!!!!! But the tweaks can definitely make a difference. However, they should be a personal choice—not something you feel pressured to do because of societal standards.

It’s true that appearance can sometimes play a role in industries like aviation or hospitality, where presentation is a factor. But it’s not everything. You clearly have experience, have you ran through the interviews in your mind and thought about your responses? I would personally go online and look for girls who are flight attendants and see what they say about their job and how they got it. I actually follow one girl, I will find her and send to you via message.

Your thought process makes sense: if you feel more confident, you’ll project that during interviews, and confidence is magnetic.

Is pretty privilege real? Yes. Do people treat you better? Yes. Do you have to look a certain way to benefit from it? Absolutely not. However, you do need to put effort into your appearance and presence. Brush your hair, keep your nails polished, and wear clothes that fit well and make you feel confident. When you feel good in what you’re wearing, it shows. A great attitude and a genuine smile can go a long way because people are naturally drawn to confidence. Pretty privilege isn’t about meeting a specific standard of beauty—it’s about presenting yourself in a polished, intentional way that reflects confidence. Honestly a lot of girls underestimate how much more attractive they can look just by doing little things like switching up their hair style or even just blowdrying their hair. Especially hair.

Start with the basics: healthy skin, neat hair, and a scent that leaves a good impression. Speak clearly and warmly, stand tall, and make eye contact to exude confidence. Fitness and good posture also play a role, as they enhance how you carry yourself. Highlight your best features and embrace your unique vibe, whether it’s your sense of humor, elegance, charm, creativity etc

Beyond appearance, kindness, intelligence, and charm are incredibly attractive. People remember how you make them feel so radiate warmth & empathy. Ultimately, pretty privilege is about how you carry yourself and the energy you bring, not just about looking perfect. Confidence, individuality and a polished presence are what truly make you stand out.

At the end of the day, you deserve to feel your most confident and beautiful self. Do what makes you happy, I commend your dedication to presenting yourself in a way that aligns with your goals and makes you feel good.

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livinginsunnyhell · 7 months ago

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White Lies (And Other Hidden Truths)

“Eddie,” Buck mumbles tugging on his jacket. “Eddie—”

“Firefighter Diaz, Firefighter Buckley.”

Eddie barely makes it two steps before Chief Simpson appears wearing jeans and a flannel. It’s disconcerting to see him without his uniform on. It takes a minute to realize it’s actually him.

(It would be better – 100 times better – if it wasn’t. What if Simpson overheard what Eddie said? He’ll either call him out on it and get them both in trouble with the hospital staff or he’ll be pissed that they broke some bureaucratic HR rule about not telling anyone about their relationship. Not that there’s one to disclose.)

Eddie narrows his eyes and scrutinizes Simpson’s face to see what avenue he’s going to take them down, but he has a kind smile and knowing eyes. As if he is genuinely happy to see them. Eddie scans the waiting room, but no one else approaches. He assumes Simpson is going to call them out, accuse them of something. Even if there’s no evidence.

It reminds him of when he was in school and skipped last period in the ninth grade. He was so anxious that his parents were going to find out, he ended up throwing up. He hadn’t even done it for a good reason either, Peter Davies’ older brother just got a new car, and he took it out for a ride. The whole time Eddie kept worrying about getting caught.

He waits.

Simpson continues to smile.

Dread settles in his stomach.

Eddie drops Buck’s hand and shoves it into his jacket pocket. His fingertips are cold and he digs them into the palm of his hand.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Simpson says almost apologetically. “But I think a congratulations are in order,” he puts his hand out to shake theirs.

“Oh, uh, we—” Buck starts, and Eddie digs his elbow into his side to get him to be quiet. The nurse is listening in. He can feel her eyes on them. Judging them from behind her stupid front desk.

“Thank you,” Eddie says quickly and shakes Simpson’s hand. Buck does too after another nudge from Eddie.

He opens his mouth to further the lie or change the subject, he’s honestly not sure. He could say something like ‘we’ve been planning this forever’ but wouldn’t that be a little insane? Like wouldn’t Buck’s gasp of disinterest or grunt of disgust give them away? Like why would Buck want Eddie? He could have anyone, what could Eddie offer him? He’s not—

This is not the point.

The point is he should probably change the subject. Maybe mention the weather. It’s been hot for November and – or maybe sports. The Lakers are doing pretty bad. Cavs are looking good. LeBron James.

Buck appears torn between awe and bursting from the lie they just told. Eddie forgot to count on the fact Buck is a terrible liar and is always pre-dispositioned to spill the truth faster than a teenage boy brags about his first kiss.

Eddie bites his tongue – that way he doesn’t have to make a decision. He’s taking the cowards way out.

“I tried to get your attention, but didn’t want to interrupt. I’m waiting on my wife. Post surgery, you know. I know you’re both going to see your son and I don’t want to keep you, but I – I wanted to say congrats. I’m surprised Captain Nash never mentioned it.”

Eddie clears his throat, and the collar of Simpson’s flannel shirt is sticking up at a weird angle. Maybe he really did hit the car in front of him and he’s having some delusion. Is Buck’s breathing heavier beside him? It sounds heavier. Is he—

“Of course. We, uh, we are trying to keep it quiet. It’s all very…new,” Eddie tries for nonchalance as much as possible.

“I completely understand. It can be very difficult planning a wedding. I remember when my wife and I got married… We couldn’t decide on anything.” He lets out a wistful little sigh.

“Is your wife okay?” Buck asks because of course he asks that. Of course, Buck cares about other people to a degree that makes Eddie’s heart beat a little faster. It’s so rare to find someone who cares about others and Buck – Buck is like the King of Kindness and Eddie – he just really appreciates that about him. He doesn’t understand how other people don’t or find it off-putting. The way Buck takes the time to really get to know someone and honor them is just – it’s really nice to see.

“Oh, oh yes, I mean she will be eventually. We’re hoping for the best.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Eddie says. “If there’s anything—”

Simpson waves him off. “It’s cancer. We were planning for our 30th wedding anniversary when we found out. You just never know what’s waiting around the next corner. Anyway, I’m happy for you. Captain Nash speaks very highly of both of you.”

Eddie doesn’t dare look at Buck as he gestures toward the elevators with his thumb. “Thank you so much, it was very nice seeing you. We should probably—”

“Right, right, of course.”

Eddie starts to pull Buck away, but Chief Simpson stops them once more. “I just – I think it’s very brave. It’s refreshing to see two people so settled in themselves. I know it can’t be easy in such a – well, we try to make this a better place, right? And it can only be better when people are true to themselves. It’s that courage that keeps us going.”

Eddie blinks, “Oh, uh, thank – thank you.”

Buck makes a few non-descriptive sounds, but he’s as stricken as Eddie.

Chief smiles. “Anyway, I’ve taken enough of your time. I hope your son is okay.”

There’s something about the way he says ‘your son’ that makes Eddie’s stomach drop and jump back up like a bouncy ball. And it’s a little ridiculous because Eddie refers to Chris as ‘their son,’ but it feels different when they are referred to as a unit out loud, by someone else, and not in the privacy of his mind.

Now it's Buck pulling Eddie toward the elevators. When they get there, Eddie presses the button three times. What exactly did Chief Simpson mean by that?

Why hadn’t he called them out on the lie?

Why had he talked instead about bravery and being their true selves?

Did he really think—? That Buck could want Eddie? That they were—

Simpson really believed them?

Eddie glances back at Simpson who is still standing there with the same kind smile, the knowing eyes and— Oh wow!

Simpson genuinely believes them. Like he wants what is best for them, like he is proud they are acknowledging who they are.

This – this is a little weird.

The elevator doors open, and they step in. It’s only when it’s the two of them does Buck turn to him.

“Eddie—”

“I know—”

“What if he—”

“I know—”

“And what if Bobby—”

“Buck, it’s fine. He said he’ll be quiet about it,” Eddie says quickly hoping maybe he’s right. Why would the Chief say anything about it in the first place? How would that come up in conversation?

‘Hey, Captain Nash, ran into two of your firefighters at the hospital and they said they were getting married. Is that true?’

“He didn’t say that! You said that! He just said he understood. What if he tells Bobby, Eddie?” Buck exclaims.

“He won’t!”

“But how do you know that?” Buck flaps his hands.

“It’ll be fine, Buck,” Eddie tries to reassure him as the elevator doors open. Because if he lets himself think about Simpson believing them, if he lets himself think about Simpson mentioning it to Bobby, then they could get into some trouble. Or could they?

Eddie could explain the situation to Bobby. Say it was a way to jump over hospital bureaucratic bullshit. And they could have a whole laugh about it. It won’t go anywhere. Right?

And Buck – well, his reaction is exactly the one Eddie figured he’d have – disinterest, embarrassment, disgruntled.

That’s fine. That’s totally cool. It’s not like Eddie ever thought of Buck like that. He definitely didn’t.

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