#I'll let you in on something very soon! --Moderator

[news-spreading-anon]

It's okay, Moth, take all the time you need, alright?

I'm counting on you..! (Can't wait to see the RED Janitor again, haven't ever interacted with him even before and after I joined the office...)

--Connor, The A.N Office

Wait at soem point it was mentioned that one of you liked the RED Janitor by @lampinspectingmoth so which one of you is it?

Oh, that was Connor! He liked his personality and some other aspect of him. Lately, when the RED Janitor was still here, Connor was out of town and didn't check up on his blog much

--Maz, The A.N Office

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

so i have a VERY BAD FEVER AND I WANT CRYO LADIES USING THEIR VISION TO COOL OF sick! S/O

(you can also add any other charafter of your liking ❤️❤️)

(Genshin Impact) Eula, Rosaria, Ayaka, Ganyu, and Shenhe using their vision on a sick S/O

This is completely unrelated to the ask, but while writing this I've been listening to the Winter Soldier theme from Captain America. And for such a lovely ask it is very strange writing to one of the hardest themes I've ever heard in my life.

Eula huffs and puffs when her S/O gets sick, but absolutely does not hesitate to begin applying Cryo therapy.

As long as it wasn't contagious anyway.

With one hand gently resting against their forehead as she sits next to them in bed, Eula can't help but brush her fingers across their hair while doing so.

Her expression is gentle, until the moment S/O speaks up.

(Eula) "Am I enjoying this? Of course not, my plans must be halted because you had the audacity to fall ill. Something I will not forget easily, of course. I could always freeze you right here and now."

Yet, her hand is resting on S/O's face still, fingers rubbing down to their cheek as if they were made of glass.

Rosaria honestly didn't think of using her Cryo vision to bring down S/O's fever.

She really only used it for work, and S/O sure as hell wasn't on her list for tonight of people to use it on.

But, at their insistence, she lets her hand cool them down, being very careful to use it sparingly.

(Rosaria) "If it gets too cold, let me know, I guess. Don't say I didn't warn you, though."

Rosaria tries to be as gentle as she can, and has to remove her gloves to avoid poking S/O in the eyes.

Her own hand feeling S/O so tenderly gets her a little flustered, the only way S/O can tell was by her actively avoiding meeting their eyes.

Ayaka felt like a stroke of genius hit her when she brought S/O's high temperature down.

With a smile, Ayaka eagerly sits down with S/O in order to help.

(Ayaka) "Please, rest easy S/O. Would you like anything to eat while I'm here?"

She could just hire some help or get Thoma to help S/O, but part of her quite enjoyed being the one to care for S/O.

It was unfortunate they were sick, but she sure wasn't going to complain about spending time with S/O, especially when she could actively help them.

The entire time she's with them, Ayaka's smile never really goes away.

Ganyu has done the same to herself whenever she felt under the weather, though without too much effect since she was used to the cold.

But she breathed a massive sigh on relief when it had a visible effect on S/O's fever.

(Ganyu) "Ah, good! It's working! The medicine should be working soon, but in the meantime!-"

She brings a little bit of her paperwork to get through as she sits next to S/O, multi-tasking to help them recover.

Even if her S/O insists that they don't have to worry, she'll still take care of them anyway.

Work was important, but the love of her life was even moreso.

Shenhe, on top of retrieving some medicinal herbs and creating a brew concocted by her master, helps S/O's fever with her Vision.

...By grabbing onto their forehead with her entire hand, looking like she was about to crush their head instead of heal.

(Shenhe) "Are you comfortable S/O? Please relax and I'll bring down your temperature."

Careful with both her strength and Vision, she used them in moderation in order to help, much to S/O's terror when half their vision was blotted out by her palm.

The entire time Shenhe is focused on making sure S/O recovers well, trying her best to make sure they were comfortable.

Was it entirely comfortable? Truthfully, no. It was a little awkward.

But damned if S/O wasn't grateful that Shenhe was trying.

[yourdakg]

Donation Found 2!

It took a little while longer than expected, but we finally found an appropriate donor for Brick! Brick was in desperate need of a donation. As the owner of a high quality gym and something of a fitness influencer, he was catching a lot of shit for not showing any empathy to his clientele or, in general, people who weren't in peak condition.

Maybe that's what scared some donors off, the sheer ego of having to maintain a physique like Brick's. But, by God, he paid the $325,000 to get his new body. Did he read the contract? No. But he insisted the customer is always right and he demanded action from the team at Turnaround Technologies.

Not that he could help how he looked, he was always athletic as a kid. Football, wrestling, water polo, gymnastics. He hit the weights hard as soon as high school started. And now he's a fitness enthusiast's wet dream. Let's remind everyone where Brick is starting this journey:

But thankfully we were able to find someone who fit the bill for Brick. This is someone who has the ego, the drive, and... honestly, a lot of the same toxic masculinity that Brick has. Just in a different form. So honestly it's a perfect match. Which we were relieved to find. After all, Brick doesn't fully understand the permanence of this yet. So let's take a look at our donor plate:

Meet Lemmy Chungus. A man who is almost permanently online, a moderator for the r/gayincel subreddit, a prolific user of 4chan, and a man with a subscription to 12 OnlyFans pages and PornHub Premium. He has an interesting take on why this exchange should work.

Donor Statement: This world has winners and losers. I am naturally born to be a dominant male, and it's becoming clear to me that Brick doesn't understand the role he is supposed to have. It's not fair that some buff fuckboy was deprived of the body he needs to match his true, inner self. It's obvious he wants this, so let's seal the deal and make this exhange.

I have to admit, we hear at Turnaround hadn't thought about it like that, adjusting two men into their, perhaps, more honest selves. It really is a public service. Both subjects are being stripped down, injected with serum, and placed in their uniforms as our technicians prepare the chambers.

Just prior to taking Brick's final "before" photo, he was informed that the contract had been signed, this medicine injected, and that his fate was sealed. Of course, we expected him to fight us a bit when told it was one way, one trip per lifetime, and permanent. Instead we were shocked that the young man started to cry.

Patient Statement: What do you mean permanent? What do you mean *sniff* 'new lot in life'? I don't understand why you're taking my designer underwear. I'll never wear it again? Wh-why not? I'll be fit again! What do you mean role adjustment? Huh? I dunno what a gaycel is. I don't spend a lot of time on the Internet. Whadda ya mean that's gonna be most of what I do now? *Sniffsob* I'm still an alpha. I *sniff* wanna change my mind. I don't understand. This body isn't legally mine anymore? I'm *sniff* I'll be a good boy, please!

So docile! He's really sliding into his new role quite well, and we're all very pleased. Brick was injected again when he saw the donor body, and his eyes almost went cross from shock. There will be a stiff financial penalty for requiring several staff members dragging his muscular body to the chamber.

The process was a difficult one. As the waves started to swing back and forth, Brick was grabbing his dick and squeezing his own pectorals as if to hold onto them. The beams and serums and molecule destabilization took days. It's like his body didn't want to assume a new role. But we held out hope that eventually the assault of our technology and pharmacology would win out and he would be shoved, unalterably, into his new body. So I'm happy to report the following:

As you can see, both men are now secured in their new bodies, roles, and lifestyles.

Patient Report: Ohhh God. It's hard to move, it's hard to move. I heard some fat guys had power, but he's... got none. I have none. Oh fuck. I'll get back in the gym and... look at him. What a slut, strutting around in that thong with a muscled up ass. Like he's some hotshot. He's not! Why does it make me so angry???

Donor Report: Chances are there a lot of other losers out there who have hot, buff bodies. Cute faces. Huge dicks. Guys who look like they should be on top, but know they're a beta bitch at heart. Stop being selfish. Ask for a donation today and let the real alphas assume their natural position.

[mafesti]

In sickness and in health, remember?

Pairing(s): John Price x GN! Reader

Summary: Your husband gets sick and he doesn't want to admit it. Luckily, you're there to help him, even though he's being stubborn about it.

Word Count: 5158

Warning(s): None, pure fluff

A/N: I'm sorry if it's bad or short, or anything else in the matter :( I'm still new to this fan fiction stuff (as in my first blown one-shot that I didn't abandon), and English isn't my first language too. But please enjoy! I'm sorry once again if there's potentially any other fanfics like this, I have no means to copy them. 🫶

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You and your dear husband, John, have been married together for 4 years, and it has been a truly beautiful relationship for both of you. Although you have always noticed that John tends to get sick from time to time, especially when he's getting older (don't say that to him though, or he'll be terribly mad at you).

But this time was different.

You noticed that he was hiding something from you, most likely because he didn't want to worry you (even though you were already worried and soon-to-be developing a mild heart attack for him whenever he was out for deployment anyways).

You walked into your shared room, deciding not to knock, just this once. Noticing your presence, he looks up from his stack of never ending paperwork that was on his table.

"Love, what did I say to you about knocking?" He tried to answer you in his typical, gruff voice, but you knew him well enough to notice a hint of exhaustion behind those words.

His face was pale, and his breath seemed shallow. You could tell something was wrong.

"John, are you alright?" You ask with a frown on your face.

"No, I'm perfectly fine!" he said, refusing to admit anything. "I'm just a little tired, that's all," he added, hoping you'd let it go.

But you knew him too well even before marriage, and you knew something was seriously wrong with him.

"No, John, you look like you're about to pass out. You look sick since when? Yesterday? You're way beyond 'just tired," you argued back.

"I'm fine, really, it's nothing serious at all!" he tried to convince you, but you were having none of it.

"John, you're pale and sweating, and you've potentially got a fever. You're not 'fine."

He huffed a bit, but then admitted, "Alright, maybe I am a little under the weather, but it's really nothing serious. Just a small cold, nothing I can't deal with."

You let out a very desperate sigh (which shows your current condition with Price) while shaking your head. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯. You thought to yourself. You got behind him and placed your hands on his shoulder, and he immediately got the memo of what you were going to do.

"Sweetheart, you really don't have to.." He sighed, but you ignored him. You began massaging his shoulders, pressing the knots out while chastising him.

"John, c'mon, let's not pretend this is a small cold." You chastised him gently.

He lets out a groan and gave in into the soothing feeling, dropping everything that he was doing earlier. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥. He thought with a small sigh leaving his lips.

"Okay, okay.. maybe you're right." He admitted. "But I'll just lie down for a bit and I'll be as good as new."

You knew it was for the best, even if he was being stubborn and tried to protest. You led him over to the bed, helping him lie down as he gave a few soft murmurs of thanks. You checked his temperature, which came up at 39-40 degrees celcius, a moderate grade fever.

"See," You showed him the thermometer.

"It's clear you're way beyond this 'small cold' you've been claiming," you scolded him with a satisfied look on your face after you've proved him wrong. He muttered something under his breath, but eventually conceded that he needed some rest.

You carefully drape the blanket over his chest, making sure to keep him warm and comfortable. You left him alone for a bit and came back with a bucket of water with a small towel in it. You then took the damp towel and gently placed it on his forehead, trying to lower his fever as much as possible.

"Now rest, and let me get some soup for you," you instructed him. He grumbled something yet again, but finally nodded and did as you said.

You did as you promised, returning to the kitchen shortly after to make a soup that would be sure to help his recovery. You also added some hot tea with honey and lemon juice, a classic remedy for whenever someone is sick.

You returned to the bedroom with the soup and tea on a tray. Seeing the tray full of supposedly filled medicine, John slowly sat up and leaned his back to the headboard, getting into a comfortable position. You made sure John kept drinking and eating it, and when he was done you put the tray on the nightstand beside the bed.

Slowly but surely, his fever dropped and his color returned. After a short while, he began to fall asleep from exhaustion.

You were just about to head out of the room, but John gently grabbed your wrist with the last ounce of strength he had left, mumbling a quiet "Stay."

Even though you knew he needed his rest, your heart melted at the way he held your wrist so gently. For a moment you hesitated, but if it meant him getting the rest he needed, you'll happily stay with him till' he gets better.

"I'll be right back, love," you whispered softly, giving his hand one last lingering squeeze.

You closed the curtain and turned off the lights, creating a comfortable and low-lit atmosphere. Then you gently climbed into bed with him, finding a cozy spot and wrapping a blanket around the two of you. You leaned close to him, nuzzling against his shoulder and pulling him into you, feeling his presence and feeling comfortable and safe.

Finally, you both closed your eyes and rested as you slowly fell asleep together.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡cinnamon smoke 🚬

"i wanna be high all the time, would you come with me?"

paul atreides x freman! reader | word count: 1,661 words

summary: in which you teach paul how to smoke spice 🚬 (based on this post i made)

warnings: (MDNI) mentions of smoking, spice being used as a drug/ hallucinogen, making out/ heated kissing

note: i am in no way glorifying or promoting smoking or any drug usage! i don't smoke, never have, never will. just decided to test out this plot. also, i made up my own interpretation of how i think the freman smoke spice

from making things like paper and clothing, to being used to enhance the flavor of traditional dishes, spice (a.k.a melange) was a very important commodity for the freman people. they almost couldn't live without it.

it was odd to paul atreides that the freman would put such a thing in their food, his body reacting rather negatively the first time he tried it. but soon, he got used to it, his body slowly adapting to its cinnamon like flavor. but what really got him was the fact that you guys would smoke spice. he'd never done it himself, only hearing from stilgar and other freman that it was mainly done for ritualistic purposes. but sometimes, they'd just take a puff or two to lighten the load.

the first time paul witnessed spice being smoked was when he went to go ask stilgar about the progression of his mother becoming the new fremen reverend mother. stilgar was sat on the floor of the seitch, a small pipe between his fingers. connected to the pipe, was a small chamber filled with spice, something at the bottom heating it up. sand colored smoke curled at his chapped lips, his expression rather lazy and relaxed.

"muad'dib, what seems to be the matter?" he asked, his accent thick on his tongue.

paul's previous questions had left him as his eyes followed the flow of the smoke as it felt stilgar's mouth and floated up to the ceiling, disappearing into the air. it also had a pretty strong smell, almost like a sweet and sour scent.

"would you show me how to smoke spice?" paul blurted, his mouth moving faster than his brain.

at first, stilgar was silent, pausing as he was about to take another puff. he looked paul dead in the eyes, and then...he laughed. he laughed for a good while, his eyes landing back on paul whose expression hadn't changed.

"oh, you're serious-" stilgar mumbled as he calmed down from his bout of laughter.

"short answer: no. long answer: you're not used to such."

"but i eat the food of the freman-"

stilgar cut paul of with an amused snort. "just because your stomach is used to spice, doesn't mean that your lungs are. sure, you breathe in a few mouthfuls of spice when we go on sandworm rides and such, but this-" stilgar tapped on the small glass spice chamber, the sound echoing in the small room.

"with a high enough dose, this can kill a man. that's why we smoke it in moderation."

"then i'll just-"

"no! and i mean it, muad'dib." stilgar waved paul off, the brown haired boy letting out a huff.

as he walked out, he felt a presence watching him. all of a sudden, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a corner. in a moment of panic, paul pinned the person against the wall, holding his crysknife to their throat.

"whoa, whoa! calm down! paul, it's me. y/n..." you said, your eyes wide and muscles tense as the blade was mere inches away from slitting your throat.

once he realized it was you, paul relaxed, loosening his grip and sheathing his crysknife.

"are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he asked, letting out a breath of relief. "just how long have you been standing here?"

"long enough to know that i can give you the experience you're trying to have." you quipped, paul giving you a tense look.

"you won't get in trouble?" he asked as you pulled him down the hallway of the seitch.

"don't worry. i'll handle stilgar. now come on."

you managed to successfully distract stilgar for long enough to "borrow" one of the "spice smokers." you and paul were now sat in your tent, his gray-green eyes watching you as you pulled a small sachet of spice out of your pocket. opening the lid, you poured it into the small chamber and clamped it shut. with the press of a button, the chamber started to heat up, the strong scent passing through.

you took the honor of going first, lifting the pipe to your lips and taking a quick puff. paul watched in amazement as you parted your lips, the beige colored smoke filling the air in front of you.

"your turn." you said, passing the pipe to paul.

his fingers brushed against your own as he took the pipe from you, a strange shiver running down your spine. you sat back on your hands, watching as paul brought the pipe to his lips.

"just inhale it." you told him, the dark haired boy nodding. he placed the pipe between his lips, taking a big breath. he held it in his mouth for not even two seconds before he started coughing uncontrollably.

"what the hell?" paul croaked, feeling a burning sensation in his chest.

you had to bite back a laugh, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "it's okay, that's how it is for everyone their first time. here..."

you took the pipe from him, looking at him as you walked him through it. "you're not trying to swallow the spice, alright? take your time inhaling...do it slowly. don't hold it in, it won't do anything. then slowly exhale. like this-"

you brought the pipe to your lips, slowly inhaling the sand like substance. almost immediately, you let out a puff, the smoke curling at your lips.

"i think i get it now." paul insisted, reaching for the pipe. he did just as you had, coughing a bit less and successfully letting out a small plume of smoke.

"there you go. you're a natural! how do you feel?" you asked him, already starting to feel loopy yourself.

"...good, but in a strange way..." he mumbled, taking another puff. "i kinda...i kinda like it."

it wasn't long before you two were as high as spacecrafts. you two sat there, talking about the mysteries of the universe, paul's latest visions and dreams, and anything else really.

"have you ever thought about just how huge the universe is? it's...crazy to think about..." you drawled, your eyes tinted a bit more blue than usual.

"i mean...yeah. with being "lisan al ghaib" i kinda...have to." paul responded, lifting a finger to touch the smoke that just left your mouth.

"do you really believe in all that...prophecy?" you asked, your bodies feeling light and tingly. it felt nice, like you were wrapped in a big blanket.

"if i'm being honest...no. doesn't help that my mother's shoving her propaganda down everyone's throats or that stilgar still believes it." paul answered, his tone low and mellow. the spice was kicking in real nice now.

"just want this shit to be over....all this stupid war and stuff. i want to enjoy living with my people and not have to fear for their safety..." you muttered, resting your head on paul's shoulder.

"stupid houses and their stupid war...stupid prophecy..." you grumbled, your head moving a little as a laugh vibrated through paul. you could feel his hand come up to brush some of your hair out of your eyes, your eyes fluttering shut.

"i'd rather sit here and get high with you than go fight some stupid war." paul said and now it was your turn to laugh.

you took another puff, peering over at paul for a moment. "open your mouth. i wanna try something."

you inhaled once more, leaning over to face paul as he parted his lips. you exhaled, letting the smoke escape your mouth and enter into paul's, a slight shiver running down his spine.

"do it again." he whispered, the pipe already between your lips once again. you leaned in a bit closer, your lips hovering over his. paul's lips parted and once again, you let the smoke trail from your lips to his, a lazy smile forming on yours.

"again-" your lips were on paul's in no time, the leftover smoke and cinnamon-like taste of the spice on your tongues mingling. your hands were immediately in his hair, paul cupping your face in his hands as your bodies melded together.

the soft sigh of satisfaction that left paul's lips made your stomach fill with butterflies. your heightened senses made the whole experience that much more enjoyable for the both of you. you could practically hear each other's heartbeats, feel each other through your clothes.

when you two parted for air, you took a moment to look at each other, your eyes half lidded and full of unsaid thoughts of one another.

"you're so good at this..." paul breathed, moving one of his hands to fiddle with the hem of your shawl.

"so good at what? smoking spice or kissing you?" you questioned, goosebumps forming along your skin.

"both." paul muttered as he leaned in to steal another kiss from you.

right when things were about to take a rather...steamy turn, you heard someone calling your name from outside the tent. you poked your head out to see chani, dressed in her stillsuit.

"stilgar, needs u-! y/n, have you been smoking spice again? you know stilgar'll be pissed if he catches you." chani warned, your blue eyes rolling at her nagging.

"yeah, yeah. we'll be out in a minute."

"we?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. as if right on time, paul poked his head out as well, giving chani a slight nod. you could see the slight disappointment in her eyes.

"you...you two were...! just go get your stillsuits!" the girl grumbled before starting to walk back through the tents. you stood up, pulling paul to his feet and tucking the smoke chamber into your shawl.

"we should do this more often." you breathed, taking in the slightly dazed look in paul's eyes as you two began your descent down the sand dunes.

"i just might take you up on that..." paul answered, his fingers brushing against yours. oh, what he would do to taste the spice on your tongue once more. 🚬

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[asouefanworkevent]

hello everyone 🌸🌸 I have a moderator announcement!

first of all, for reasons I will soon also disclose, I must no longer be your humble mysterious moderator. I will now be your humble, known moderator! although if you could still pretend I was mysterious, oh, that would be very nice. I do in fact REALLY like an air of mystery, as one does.

it is i! @whoslaurapalmer !! (did you know? did you guess? some of you knew, but I know not all of you ⭐️⭐️)

if you follow me on my main, as I know many of you do, you know I live with my mom, and she's not doing very well at all. I really can't say one way or the other today, and it's very scary here right now. the day theme posts for woevember starting tomorrow have been queued, but I don't know if I will be able to reblog anyone's work this week, and I wanted to let you all know in advance so no one thinks I'm not seeing your posts or thinks I'm ignoring you. I am not!! I would never!! ✨️

woevember initially started because I wanted a fan work event for asoue, my favorite book series in the whole world. and it always falls on whatever week has november 15th, because a long time ago, november 15th was a really bad day for me. so going forward, I wanted to associate it with something else!! and running woevember has made me very, very happy. and it was something I loved telling my mom about too, and something she was also so excited for, because she knew it made me happy. the reason I always say I'm proud of everyone for woevember is because, I think it's important to always know there people who ARE proud of you, who DO see you and the work that you do, and the things you create, that you made something special and it didnt just exist in a vacuum. that's how I feel with my mom, and I always want other people to feel that way too. you should never, ever feel like there is no one else in the world who will notice you, even a sometimes wicked world, going on its wicked way. there is always somebody for you.

I am so, so proud of what we've all done for woevember, every year, and this year too!! pre-emptively!! thank you so much for being a part of it. thank you for, even if you didn't know it, being a big, fun part of my life, and an exciting part of someone else's life, too.

I do intend to continue woevember next year in the fall, and hopefully the wicked way exchange early next year. I just don't know if I'll be able to reblog things this week. I might! and I might not! and I wanted to let you all know. thank you for listening.

thank you so much. 💖💖💖💖💖

[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

Snippets of my 4th wall fic:

Jo was literally so confused. She was walking her dog around the neighborhood when her dog started barking and ran off into the woods dragging Joanna with him.

"PETE NO!"

He leads her to a clearing in the woods where there's a guy in a very strange cosplay. I guess it wasn't weird for people to cosplay in public but they are in the woods.

Pete runs up to the guy and jumps all over him. He's wearing a hellfire shirt and ripped jeans. She's seen better at hot topic.

She runs up to them embarrassed.

"Pete! Get off of him! I'm sorry dude I don't know what's gotten into him."

The guy gives her a strange look and starts to walk away. She still feels bad and decides to test her luck with the stranger.

"Woah Munson, cool gay pride shirt!"

The guy spins around glares at her. "What?"

"Oh sorry dude, it's this meme that came out when- WAIT actually I'm not sorry. Don't be homophobic in 2024 this is getting ridiculous, grow up."

"WHAT" random guy yells.

"Yeah dude times are changing keep up. Anyway...I'm gonna go." She should've known better than to talk to strangers in the woods. As soon as she starts walking he follows her. She starts sprinting until she's out of breathe, he's gaining on her.

"Wait!" He's yelling. "How did you know?! WAIT PLEASE!!"

He finally catches her and she falls onto her back covered in leaves.

She's hyperventilating and trying to get away from him. "Know what?!"

He's trying to stop her from struggling.

"Will you just- uh quit it- my name how did you know my name?"

"I didn't!"

"You did!"

"No! I called you Munson that's not your name!"

"Yes! It is!"

She stops struggling and finally focuses on him. He looks different than the actor obviously, but still distinct.

"No way." He eyes widen. "Eddie?"

"Yeah." He gets off her and puts some distance between them. "Do I know you?"

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She's walking around with Eddie trying to reach her house. She's trying not to freak out and she thinks she's doing moderately well.

There's a car behind them that keeps beeping until it pulls up next to them.

"Joanna." Ugh. Him.

"Hello Thomas."

"Jo! Don't call me that!"

"What do you want Tom."

"I'm just curious who your new friend is? You don't normally hang out with strange guys."

She stares at him until she's squinting. Then grabs Eddie's arm and walks in the opposite direction, flipping Tom off.

Eddie is laughing at her but he looks confused.

"That was cool kid, who is that guy?"

"First of all I'm a year younger than you so you can stop with that. Secondly, Tom is my neighbor. We were really close best friends until a couple of years ago. He changed. I changed. So is life. He still keeps an eye on me and definitely will snitch to my mom about this. I wouldn't worry about it. Hopefully we'll find a way to get you back to your dimension before dinner."

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She walks into family video listening to the chime of the bells drown out the loud thoughts in her brain.

Robin, or who she assumes is Robin is popping her gum when she spots her.

"Hi welcome to family video let me know if I can help you," she drones on, bored.

Eddie is behind her, still not understanding why this stop is important.

Jo is happy she runs up to Robin, definitely freaking her out.

"Hi!" Man could she be any louder.

"Hi?"

"Are you a friend of Dorothy?"

Eddie sputters behind her while Robin turns pale.

"W-What?"

"Oh! Don't worry! I am too!"

Eddie is freaking out behind her waving his arms and making sound effects.

"Jo! You can't just-"

"Oh relax, I just wanted to see if what transferred into canon was real."

Robin hasn't blinked.

"Um," Jo waves her hand in front of Robin's face trying to gage a reaction.

"Is he here?"

"Is who here?"

She giggles. It's exactly like the script.

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Hi! This is the fic I was talking about in my previous post :) I'll be writing a couple of new ones, some oneshots, hopefully this one is at least a couple of chapters I can see it turning into something big. This is purely fun and is what I think would happen if we could interact w characters. This will definitely be rewritten differently in the actual chapters.

Comment if you like this and think I should continue!

This fic was also inspired by the Eddie cosplayer who made direct eye contact with me during a Journey song playing at 80s night. Creepy. Wig was TERRIBLE.

[shipcestuous]

To the anon dealing with hate comments:

Unfortunately, if you're getting a sudden influx of them, it's indeed possible that someone might have shared your work. It happened to me once, when someone put me on a list of "problematic writers" in a certain fandom, complete with screenshots of my fics. Thankfully, in my case, I was apparently not popular enough to "deserve" much more than a couple of rather uninspired insults in my inbox. The whole died down pretty quickly after that, and I can only hope they'll stop bothering you soon, like they did with me.

Anyway, from what you said, it sounds like you're already being very sensible in your reactions: moderating your comments is a very good choice when you know that having them under something you wrote would only upset you, and so is not engaging with those commenters. There's so way to make them stop, not unless you disable comments entirely and wait some time before enabling them again, and I totally understand why you might not want to do that... but they will get bored, eventually, especially if you don't give them the satisfaction of knowing they're affecting you in any negative ways. Just hold done, and know that you're the person behaving in a mature, effective way in this situation!

That said, I can't recommend enough venting to your friends, especially if they're fandom/Online friends or they're otherwise familiar with fandom/online spaces, or even just to people you get along well with in fandom/online spaces. Knowing there's someone out there who agrees with you and supports you goes a long way: even when you do already know you didn't anything wrong, having someone look in from the outside and confirm it to you, as well as listen to you express yourself, can be very validating and even cathartic.

Of course, this is assuming that you have someone in your life who you can trust not to judge you for shipping incest, whether they share your interest or not. I'd never suggest you come out, so to say, to someone when you don't feel comfortable or safe touching the subject with. But people you can be a bit vaguer with and trust not to press you for details, who will hear, for example, "some people are targeting me and my story with hate comments because they don't like the ship I write for", and simply say "wow, those people sound like jerks, they should just mind their own business and leave you alone!", can also be a great help.

Worse come to worse, venting on anon on safe spaces like this blog (btw, thanks for awesomeness, Astrid!) might already be a good first step.

I know this might all sound obvious, but I find that sometimes, "obvious" things are the last ones we think about in these situations. Sometimes we think "oh, yeah, I already know that I shouldn't let the haters get to me, that's a given, but I should focus on more practical things now" but really we only "know" it on an intellectual level and fail to internalize it, while feeling deep down inside us that it would be too "immature" to fully express our emotions and ask someone else for understanding and validation or even just a chance to talk about what's happening in detail.

... also, this is something rather personally that I understand won't work for everyone else, but I think spitefics can be a healthy way to let off some steam. Sure, you should write for yourself and not because you're focusing on what someone else might want or not want from you, but there can be a sense of affirmation and pride in saying "oh, you hate when I write this? You think I should stop writing it? Well, I'll just write even more of it, then!" Don't go gifting these works to the people harassing you or mistagging them so more people will see them, obviously, but they can be a way to turn an upsetting experience into an effort to tap into your creativity and even pamper yourself, putting yourself and what you love first as a shield against the negativity you've been subjected to. One time, I was told there was something wrong with me that I need therapy for and that my writing was a sad waste of talent, all because I'd decided to explore some very dark themes and dynamics in a clearly fictional context, and I used that comment to find the motivation I needed to write an even darker story that I had been considering for a while and post almost right after the first one. And you know what? Working on that second story felt good, because I was putting a lot of passion and care into it, and then posting it was so satisfying, like saying "you know what? You can say whatever you want. You won't make me feel bad about myself. You won't make feel guilty about something I have all the right to do. Take your backhanded compliments and don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out."

As for why antis do what they do... I think there might be a few different reasons. Frustration in their everyday lives leading them to pose as "saviors" protecting more vulnerable people in online spaces. A need for control or an ego boost because they feel helpless and insignificant in other aspects of their lives. Naivety and an insecurity that brings them to look for "strong," loud people to tell them how to act and what to think and give them a sense of purpose and of being always on the "good side" in the case of the "follower" types. Depending on the fandom, some instinctive feeling of being threatened by other cultures and customs. And then, of course, some of them simply enjoy being bullies.

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Thank you so much, Anon, that's a really helpful response for all of us.

I can't believe you were singled out in a fandom for being a problematic writer, that's awful. The antis truly are incredible. They definitely protected more people than they hurt by doing that (!)/s.

I got a negative comment just two or three days ago (on Wordpress not on AO3) and those kinds of things really do get under your skin no matter how much you understand, on an intellectual level, that the one posting hurtful comments is the one in the wrong.

To work hard on something and then to excitedly post it and to have all of these good feelings about sharing it, only to receive something negative in return, it's rough.

Another thing to remember is, like you said, Anon, the antis get tired and go away, but the works we're all producing endure, and for people who like them and are interested in them, they'll have value forever. A good fic is a good fic forever. Long after the antis are gone, people will be reading and enjoying our stuff. And for every vocal anti there are countless silent lurkers.

And I'm sure there are people on AO3 who don't kudos on certain fics because they don't want their username associated with it, and I'm sure we're all guilty of not leaving as many comments as we wish we had.

[honeysuckle-venom]

Warning: weight loss mention (no in depth discussion about feelings yet)

So. Those of you who keep up to date with my personal posts will know that on Monday I saw a new hepatologist to discuss my many (non-cancerous) liver tumors and what to do about them.

The answers I got were more or less what I expected. Thankfully, I don't need any scary procedures any time soon, and possibly won't ever need surgery, which would be fantastic. As I suspected, I'm not a good candidate for resection anyway. Since I'm largely asymptomatic we don't need to look into something like trans arterial embolization right now, let alone transplant. Yay! Also, they said I can safely eat moderate amounts of soy, which is great, because I like soy based foods. That's the good news.

There were a few pieces of bad news. The first was that while I knew I couldn't be on estrogen based birth control, they said it wouldn't be safe for me to risk progesterone based birth control either. I have to stay off entirely. So that kind of sucks, I hate just getting my period naturally every month, the pmdd symptoms are so much worse that way. But I'll take horrible cramps and mental health struggles over tumor growth.

And speaking of mental health struggles being preferable to tumor growth, the other thing that was made very clear to me was that I absolutely must lose weight. Estrogen production increases with large amounts of fatty tissue, and the doctor said that's the main reason these tumors are worsened by weight gain. She thinks that the amount of tumor growth they found was within the margin of error, so it's possible it didn't grow, but if it did grow it's likely because I gained some weight in the past year. (They're going to look at all my MRIs during rounds next week with a radiologist to see if it really grew or not). It was made very clear to me that the only way to get them to shrink is to lose weight, and that if I don't or if I gain weight I'm at serious risk of them growing.

So. Weight loss. Apparently not super optional. I mean, I know I have bodily autonomy, I could decide not to lost weight technically, but yeah the consequences here are serious and not worth messing around with. Which means for the first time since I was an anorexic teenager I will be trying to lose weight.

I have...a lot of conflicting feelings about that, but this post is already long and I feel like those feelings should go in their own post so I can adequately explain and trigger warn. So. I'll stop here for now.

[fragileizywriting]

luka, okay, does not hide his problems really well. which, duh, because she's known him since, like, forever, but also he's just not good at it at all. there's no reason for it. this man just can't keep a poker face for his life. one look at his direction when he comes in through the door, already shouldering off his music bag and setting down his violin case, marinette can tell that he's tense and buzzing with a rolling boil of a headache.

he will attempt to wave it off.

"you should lay down," she blurts out, instead of a greeting. he's on a mission to untie his shoes. he's learned his lesson about walking around the house with shoes. she'd made sure to get his ankles with the broom. he'd laughed off the purple splotches, calling her a mini sabine, only to apologize when she'd chased him across the deck of the libertwo for that one.

"hmm? oh, no. i'm okay."

all she does is snort. "be honest. what happened?"

nawh, but he's busy with the shoelaces still. he's got a lot of string to take care of. he's tall with feet to match, these large paddles that thump like cinderblocks when he lets go of each shoe on the rug just in front of the entryway door.

"nothing. just tired," is his clipped reply.

worry bleeds out of her own shoulders, giving him a look. a look. not only is he tense, but he smells like it; desperation comes off of him in waves, permeating the air with exhaustion, with timidness, with some kind of hesitation that she's learned to sense from him after so long. it's compounded with the scent of hurt, something she doesn't smell all that often, but it's an undertone. a foundation. a baseline, something that she can't quite reach.

it makes her get up.

it makes her meet him at the doorframe.

it makes her reach up and cup her fingers on his neck.

instantly, he's looking down at her, no longer attempting to stamp a placid coolness into his expression. his neck is thick. she can feel his adam's apple bob underneath her fingertips. with the skill of someone who's known him since the beginning of time, she finds his glands, and wills herself to be as gentle as she possibly can, hoping that he finds comfort in her touch. feather-light, a perfect and sweet thing, because she wants him to feel taken care of.

"talk to me," she whispers, a sense of compassion overtaking her to the point her toes curl. "what happened, luka?"

he almost sags into her arms, but has enough intuition not to, or else the two of them would collapse onto the floor from his weight. his size. just his hand is bigger than both of hers. "i have a horrible headache."

"just that?"

"no..."

"tell me."

"i can't stand being an alpha, sometimes. i just don't fit anywhere."

she collects him into a hug, right around the ribs. she doesn't crush him, even though she should, instead just hugging him moderately tight and humming in gentle pleasure of how his arms settled around her shoulders in the correct way. "you fit perfectly right here, you know."

"oh, god," he murmurs. "you're gonna make me cry."

"don't do that! you should lie down instead."

"the headache will pass soon, now that i'm home with you."

"it'll pass quicker if you take care of yourself, right?" she's very good at not staring at his lips, because this is more important. "you take care of me all the time, don't you?"

"hhmmmm."

"go to bed," she lobbies. "take a shower first, obviously. leave the lights off. close the curtains. take a nap after a cold shower, and i'll bring you some medicine and food." a smoothie wouldn't be ideal, even though it would be cooling, because the noise would be too painful. "i'll make you something cold so you can feel it sting your fangs. how's that sound?"

"come to bed with me."

"you need food."

"i need you," he corrects, bending at the waist to stick his nose against her neck. it's cold. she can't stop the eep that follows. "just you," he murmurs, right against her gland. she will not be held responsible for any foot stomping she might do, in an attempt to not choke on snorts from how much it tickles. "come lay down on me for a bit. let me just... smell you. you make me feel whole again."

"i'll join you in bed after i get you hydrated, okay?" whoops. at least he doesn't flinch when she does kick. "go, go, go to bed, go on— i'll join you in a bit. ice-cold water in your waterbottle, luka, and some paracetamol. i'll be there in a few minutes, i promise."

he takes forever to pull away.

his eyes shine with love when he does.

[atomic-lola]

Is Morrowind worth playing for the first time 20 years later? 

Obviously, it depends on who you are as a player. I'm a huge Elder Scrolls (TES) nerd, and my entry point for the series was Oblivion, and I figured it was about time I try the 3rd game, Morrowind. 

My overall impressions of (a moderately modded) Morrowind? Eh, it was pretty fun, but I wouldn't replay it again necessarily. I know lots of people absolutely love it and it's their favorite TES game, but that may be a little bit of nostalgia talking (I have a theory that your first TES game is your favorite TES game), since the game has some real flaws, given its age and despite that. The main quest has some weird jumps in pacing and the whole main plot seems rather fuzzy and confusing while you're completing the first zillion fetch quests. And there's a lot of fetch and other trivial quests in this game overall. I also did not enjoy how there's essentially no overarching plot (really) for most of the factions or guilds, as there is in later TES games. I completed the Fighter's, Mage's, Imperial Cult, and House Hlaalu factions, and they're mostly just a big ole bunch of fetch quests that aren't really tightly connected. I also got really tired of the "wikipedia links" that compose dialog in this game: you end up just bouncing around all the links and conversations become very confusing and disjointed. My biggest beef, however, was the dang map. It's not great, and since there's no quest markers, you can end up wandering around forever trying to find something for a fetch quest. The wiki has a fantastic map, and I couldn't have completed this game without alt-tabbing to view it, but a good map is absolutely essential for an open-world game, in my opinion: it's better for playability and accessibility. The journal is also a disaster in that it's purely chronological. This is typical of games of its era (looking at you, original Baldur's Gate), but it's really frustrating to deal with.

Those gripes out of the way, there's a lot I did enjoy about Morrowind:

1. The vibes are fantastic. It feels like an alien world. Bethesda did a great job designing a fantasy setting that is just ~weird~ and immersive

2. There's multiple paths to completing some guild quests and the main quest, which I appreciated

3. Characters really reacted to you based on faction, stage of the main quest you're in, etc.

4. Exploration is super fun. The best part of this game, I feel, is just wandering around - without somewhere to be! If you're trying to find somewhere in particular it is frustrating as hell - enjoying the vibes and going spelunking in random dungeons

5. The dungeons are fun! they're short and have interesting loot and baddies to fight

Overall, I enjoyed my time in Morrowind, but for me personally, I don't have much interest in trying out other character builds or factions beyond what I already have. I think it's worth trying if: 1) you're a TES nerd, or 2) you're an old-school RPG fan or someone who has the patience to enjoy old-school approaches to journals, stats, combat, etc. If you're someone who wants or needs a more modern RPG experience, then I think you can pass on this (or watch a Let's Play on Youtube).

If you're interested in knowing which mods I used and recommend for my playthrough as a first-timer, I'll be sharing those soon in another post, so stay tuned!

[paleparearchive]

Reason for Anger

Bazille's Peaceful Tea Time 4★ story (3/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: city (evening) ; café (evening) | Characters: Bazille, Renoir, Monet, Sisley

Bazille: Hm? That's…

Sisley: What a huge crowd.

Bazille: Right. Is it some kind of street performance? No, that's wrong. That's…

Sisley: Huh!? Monet and Renoir…?

Bazille: Jeez. What are those two doing?

Monet's voice: Aah! Found you, Bazille!! Everyone, thank you! Let's go, Renoir!

Renoir's voice: Ah, that's true. Ladies, thank you. I found who I was looking for, see you soon.

Monet: BAZILLEEEE! I'M SORRYYYY!!

Renoir: I'm really sorry about that. I'll be careful from now on... as much as I can.

Bazille: … Sigh. Did you guys go to all that trouble to gather all those people and go on a big search just to tell me that?

Monet: 'Cause I felt bad…

Renoir: Also, those ladies earlier told me about a nice café. We'll treat you to a little something to make up for it, okay, Bazille?

Bazille: … God. Guess I have no choice, I'll take a drink.

Monet: Hooray, that's it! Aight, let's get goin'!

Renoir: Thank you. Now, quick, quick! Over here, Bazille! You too, Sisley!

Bazille: H-Hey, you two! Don't pull my arms like that!

Renoir: I hear that their grape tarts are very delicious. The grape tea is also recommended.

Monet: They got grape juice, grape ice cream and grape parfaits! And then…

Bazille: Hold on. I can't eat that much at once.

Monet: Let's all share it. I'm lookin' forward to it! Alright, let's hurry!

Bazille: Wait, Monet! I'm coming, so let go of me! Sisley's not laughing either... Wait, not you too, don't push me! Hey!

Sisley: Fufu. It's how we feel, so give it up, Bazille.

Bazille: … Jeez. I can't help it.

—

Monet: Wooah! This cake's super good! Here. Try it, Bazille!

Bazille: Okay. I got it. Don't point the fork at me. I'm not saying "aaah", okay!?

Monet: Huuh, but it's okay. We're friends, so no need to be embarrassed now, riiight?

Bazille: It's not like I'm embarrassed.

Renoir: Now now, Monet. We're outside. Even I would be embarrassed, you know?

Sisley: Right, I'll get another plate.

Monet: Mmmmh. But it's so good…

Bazille: I'm not saying I won't eat it.

(Sure, everything at this cafe is delicious… Did they go out of their way to find my favorite grapes? I guess they both learned their lesson this time. Did I look that angry to them? Well, this will make them put the art supplies in order for a while... I hope so.)

Sisley: Come to think of it, you went to the general store, right, Bazille?

Bazille: Yeah. And the art supply store. Monet, take this.

Monet: Hm? What's this…?

Bazille: A new paintbrush. I broke yours when I stepped on it.

Monet: Huh!? Ya went out of your way to find the same one and buy it for me!?

Bazille: You would've been in trouble if you didn't have it. You've been doing well lately, after all.

Monet: No way, even if it's my fault… Thanks, though.

Renoir: Ah. Is that why you were late getting back?

Bazille: No? I was purposely wasting time, hoping to give you a little scolding.

Monet: Uuuh…

Bazille: … I was only half joking. I've destroyed an important tool for a painter's job. I was also reminding himself of this. I, too, need to be a little more careful.

Renoir: Yeaaah… If you get any more stoic, I don't want you to be suffocating.

Monet: That's true…

Bazille: You guys need to be a little more stoic.

Sisley: U-Uhm… In moderation, right, guys…!

[redeemedgiantcol]

BET

A Smidgen of Smudged Surprises

Markus stared out of the stained glass window, not expecting to see the little brown truck of a delivery man this early.

He knew his servants would take care of it, if he were to not waltz out himself.

"Good morning, Mr. Norton! Special delivery for you! Got a bit messed up on its' way here, though."

A brown, unassuming box was held out to Markus. It was hardly large enough to hold the average book. He might have ordered a book, but could not remember when that would have been.

"Uh, thank you. You may go. I'll contact your office if anything is amiss." He said with a smile, attempting to dismiss the man without dismaying him.

"Very well! Stay safe, " the delivery driver said before he drove off.

Markus strode to his room, his steps energized by this unexpected delivery.

What delightful story could be contained in the brown corrugated walls of this box?

He pulled out his pocket knife from his night stand, carefully undoing the tape that bound this little surprise together. As he cut the straps of adhesive plastic, he thought he heard something from within.

A whimper?

Books don't whimper.

He paused as his fingers touched the lip of the box. 'What did I even order?'

His eyes gazed at the purple box within, careful to not open the brown cover too quickly, for fear of surprising whatever made that whimper.

The box was labeled in garish red letters "THE TOY BOX" with those blocks you would see in a kindergarten, as through the clear plastic in the center, he saw the most horrid sight.

It was a woman.

She was undressed besides the most unimaginative black undergarments. Her skin was pale, and her ribs showed through. Her body was in a "standing doll" position, forcibly by the foam on every side, and plastic bands on every movable appendage.

Her eyes were squinted due to the intake of light, but they simultaneously reflected her fear as she stared up at him. Her mouth was gagged with the same plastic on her wrists and legs.

The cellophane in the front had holes scattered about, to keep airflow. Did the box that held this even have holes?

Markus went pale, quickly opening the box, and carefully pulling the foam insert out.

It seemed that the insert held more than just this four-inch lady, as other pockets were revealed to him. Markus, looking at the pockets of materials, threw away the majority of the undesirable undescribables.. but held onto what appeared to be a very moderate tiny green dress.

He set the dress on his pillow, and then began the work of carefully undoing the straps on the lady's body. The first being the one on her mouth.

As soon as it came loose, she spat it from her mouth as she held her gaze in the same way as before. She looked afraid and enraged in equal measure.

Markus kept working on freeing her from her bandage, as she said "Aren't you going to..."

"Hm? Aren't I going to? To what?"

"Aren't you going to humiliate me? Or say anything?"

Markus paused ".. why would I humiliate a lady? Let alone one who is clearly malnourished, and abused? Let me just.."

Snip. The brace for one of her arms came loose, and she saw him working on one of her legs. She tried to move, but her body's aches wouldn't let her.

"... You're not Markle, then?"

"Who?"

"Markle, my new owner?"

"Owner? No. I am Markus..."

Then the puzzle piece snapped into place.

Snip.

[sneezydarliing]

OH MY GOD YOU KNOW WHAT HYPNOSIS MICROPHONE IS???

I need to know who your favorite unit/group is please (also any snz headcannons if you have them)

YESS!!! I love hypmic!! My favorite group is probably BAT or DH!! Just going to do some rapid fire h/cs of characters i have them for if you don't mind but I'll make a proper hc post soon!!

Also I would LOVE to talk about hypmic more with you if you'd like to dm or anything the brainworms are strong

Cw for sneezing content

Ichiro probably has loud sneezes that he tries SO hard to quiet down but fails every time. Singles or doubles and definitely excuses himself sheepishly. Covers with his elbow b/c he's actually polite. Perfume sensitivity

Samatokis sneezes are definitely kind of harsh but not super loud. He's the type of person you could go your whole life without seeing sneeze I think. Turns away or sneezes into his shoulder

Jyuto constantly pinch stifles. He's got a handkerchief because he's dramatic like that. Rapid doubles or triples. His natural snz is very quiet and breathy and sama makes fun of him for it lmao. Moderate pollen allergy

No f/p because I'm not very into them, sorry :')

Jakurai also tends to stifle for the sake of not spreading anything. His natural sneeze is probably medium volume, usually singles but if somethings irritating him he'll have drawn out fits for awhile. Also covers properly and I think he'd be allergic to animals + dust

Hifumis sneezes are actually on the louder side to the suprise of many. Pretty vocal as well. ALWAYS the type to talk about it and be like "whew that was a big one" or "my nose is soo itchy today" esp to Doppo. Perfume allergy lol

Doppo always stifles in public but will let them out at home. Not super quiet but definitely on that side of, about a 3~4/10 volume wise. Breathy and rapid fits of 3~5 that he absolutely hates. There's a panel in which he covers with his hand so I'm going with that. Cat and moderate pollen allergy

Rosho is the worst chronic stifler. Usually stifles into his wrist but will pinch stifle if necessary. His natural sneeze only ever comes out when he's drunk and it's suprisingly loud + messy for how he tends to be

[drysauce]

On my knees begging,, can I ask about your genshinsona and about any oc you are willing to share 👀🥺????? I'm very interested ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

you probably didn't expect to get a reply so soon but i'm afraid i don't have much to say about these</3

the idea for a genshinsona came to me yesterday when i was constructing a reply to your oc ask, more precisely to the part about vivi, so it's all very very fresh, there's a lot of ideas but barely anything firmly decided. but i can tell you what i have so far

does it have to be either a guy or a girl or can it be someone in between? well, regardless of that, they or he or whatever would be either snezhnayan or snezhnayan living in mondstadt since always. they would have a cryo vision, definitely red horns and a small braid hanging from one side of moderately short hair. oh and also freckles and red eyeliner because i always wanted to wear red eyeliner nshxhx. color pallete would be dark red/orange/light blue/black/white i think

and i have nothing more, i might eventually gather all the thoughts and construct a person but probably no sooner than after exams, though i can't promise that either and that's why im not keeping this ask in the inbox forever but answering it now with what i have so far

with ocs it's a bit more complicated

there used to be almost 40 ocs. now there's about 15? with the earliest ones i came up when i was 12 and they either went through a massive development or i decided to abandon them for good lol

generally none of them are well thought and constructed like yours and neither are they fandom related - all are original characters tied to, well, nothing. it was mostly that i was watching a show or listening to music or something and constructed a person in my brain that would fit a scenario, and then sticked to them

however, i unfortunately can't tell you about any of them or at least not in a public ask format because 1. the thought that all 200 of my followers could possibly read it makes me cringe so bad, 2. none of them are as well constructed as yours, they're more like a bunch of random ideas, in some instances with multiple version of backstories etc and what comes with that is that i did barely any research on the things i put in their stories and i think i should do that and 3. some of my ocs have parts of the events that happened to me personally tied to their stories and let's just say i'd prefer not to talk about it too much in a public ask. i don't want to answer it privately without an earlier notice because private answers don't have an option to leave comments under them and i don't want to lock that option for you

so. if you'd like to know about some of the ocs then i guess either dms/discord etc or another ask that i will intentionally answer privately, it's not that i dont want to tell you about them, it's that i dont want it to be fully public - ive never talked about my ocs, they've always just been in my head and i guess i got used to it being this way

the genshinsona thingies however i can totally answer in an ask but. first i'll need to have something to talk about jdhdhs so either ask again in a while or i'll just update you on it when i think of something :3

[40sandfabulousaf]

大家好! On the third and final day of our quick getaway, I woke up, did my daily calisthenics, then YL and I had the hotel's buffet breakfast, rested for 45 minutes and hit the gym. She did the stairmaster, I ran for 15 minutes with pauses of a minute after every 5 minutes of running. My heart rate was up to 149, which WL said was in zone 4, whatever that means. After cooling off, we showered, packed our bags and checked out slightly earlier to avoid the crowds. Then, YL introduced me to a diner which serves traditional Nanyang coffee and kopitiam (coffee shop) meals. Both of us ordered prawn mee sua (noodles) in egg gravy and coffee.

I seldom eat mee sua, not because I don't like it, but because it isn't as readily available as other noodles. This was delicious. The choy sum (Chinese flowering cabbage) was crunchy, the prawns were fresh and sweet and the eggy gravy was fragrant without being too salty. Mee sua usually isn't QQ but it's smooth, soft and very slurpable. I also liked that they served the noodles in traditional ceramic ware. This added to the traditional kopitiam experience. After finishing our meal, we roamed the mall next to the hotel and YL bought her husband a tee so he wouldn't nag at her for buying a ton of clothes. Finally, we returned to the hotel and waited at the lobby for the private hire car to take us home.

That wraps up my short getaway to JB with YL! Although the emails piled up and I worked very hard to clear them the past few days, I'm grateful for the break from work, mental rest, extra physical activity and delicious, affordable and moderately healthy meals. I discovered a love for running when YL and I were at the gym and am currently trying to work out how to run more on a weekly basis. Turning to my buys, I've worn a pair of denim shorts already. They're stretchy and comfortable; I'll probably wear them often on weekends and WFH days when I go out for a quick lunch.

Pa and I caught up over soya sauce chicken, blanched choy sum in oyster sauce and rice after my return to Singapore. This meal is so delicious, it's hard to get sick of it. The meat was silky smooth, tender and well marinated. Blanched vegetables have a natural sweetness that is extremely pleasant. As usual, waste not want not; we finished all the food. Palestinians in Gaza are still going hungry. It feels wrong to us to let any nutritious food end up in the trash. We also must acknowledge our twin privileges of having enough to eat as well as being able to nourish ourselves with moderately healthy meals.

It's Sunday today. I had a catch up with Mrs T and MS yesterday which I'll share about soon. After exercising, I'll grab something for lunch and catch up with Douglas and Grace. Travel is fun but something happened once I hit my 40s - the realisation that there really is no place like home. Seeing my parents, being around friends and returning to my daily routine is something I increasingly cherish as I journey through middle age. New experiences are fun but I also revel in what is familiar. It's a happy balance. 下次见!