#I've been sneezing my brain out pretty much

[ghostydrawsstuff]

warning: BIG READ

SCP lore!

so one of the past lives that Fen remembers is called Sev, which is short for Seven, which is short for 107.

Sev was taken to the foundation fairly young, so he pretty much grew up there. he was a mix between a forgen (i mentioned these in the last ask - they’re these really tall and well built people made of molten rock) and Werennts (like the rake but furry and with weird faces. a bit like the brown thing on season’s greason’s) so he was kept in a special containment cell for burny anomalies. he was assigned to this young researcher called Thomas Johnson.

Thomas was inexperienced and frankly a bit dumb, but he did his best. his wife, Victoria, was pregnant with their first daughter Christy. Thomas desperately wanted to be a good father and so worked hard to make sure he had the money to support the family. life was good for a few years. he raised Christy as best he could and even ended up with a second daughter - Clara. when he had Clara though, things changed. 107 began to say Christy’s name. he had never spoke priorly and he said nothing with it. just chanted her name over and over. he sounded distressed when he said it and Thomas panicked completely. at the time Christy was 5 years old. he brought it up to many higher-ups but they all told him to leave it be. he did at first but it continued for months and after nearly a year he snapped.

he brought Christy to work with him and let 107 see her. for some reason, he did not react to this at all. this surprised a lot of people, and Thomas’ supervisor Dr. Antes ordered a weekly experiment in which Christy was brought to him. he never reacted. this continued for another year with no results until one day, after the tests, Thomas had to leave a file with another doctor before he left. he took Christy with him, thinking she’d be fine alongside him, but they ran into an attempted breach from 071 and Christy got her head hit badly when a trolley trapped her between it and a wall.

it took 13 minutes for the medical team to see her, and she ended up severely brain damaged. she lost a majority of her motor skills, had extreme memory issues, could only see in monochrome colours, and had an extremely hard time regulating emotions. this added to her previous autism, tics and anxiety.

after this, 107 stopped saying her name.

Thomas (correctly) believed that 107 could sense that would happen, and so started to delve deeper into his work. he came home less and later, he rarely seen his daughters and didn’t have any patience for Victoria. Christy (now 7) was heavily distraught by her father’s absence, while Clara (2) had no idea who he was. she had barely met him.

Victoria hated Christy for being disabled, she was very much using Thomas for his money and she felt landed with Christy. she required a lot of money and attention that Victoria wanted for herself, and looking after Christy meant she couldn’t go drinking or gambling, shopping or to her husband’s brother’s house. she treated Christy terribly, always neglecting or yelling at her. Clara grew up with this and while she was never as abusive, she was embarrassed of Christy and would yell at her if she came near her outside or when she had friends over. Christy lived like this for most her life until one day she decided it was enough and took her own life.

in the foundation, Sev started screaming her name suddenly and it panicked Thomas. he left immediately but came home to a corpse. he was mad, and ashamed of himself, and of Victoria. he was terrified for Clara. he left Clara with Victoria and divorced her, dedicating himself full time to the foundation and specifically 107. Victoria however went immediately to his older brother Todd and turned their affair into a full relationship. Clara HATED her mother after this - no guilt for driving her sister to suicide, not missing her father after he abandoned them, and for getting with their drunken, scary uncle. Clara put a lot of the blame on herself, and spent the rest of her childhood and adult years closing herself off from everyone. the only people she never got rid of were her two best friends Jordan and Issac. she tried, but 10 year old boys are persistent and annoying. she did not succeed. they tried to help her the whole time and eventually her isolation turned into her becoming the teenagers parents all fear. she drank, she smoked, she hooked up with multiple people, snuck out and went clubbing, she broke things and started fights, and went off the rails completely. Victoria then had her first child with Todd, a boy they called Marco. this was Clara’s half brother and cousin, and it disgusted her. she never blamed Marco, but she never felt a very strong connection to him. Clara became more unwell after this and was almost never home, she couldn’t bear to see her mother or uncle and especially not Marco. because she was pretty much staying wherever she could, she often had to sleep with other boys to get herself a bed. she didn’t mind this, until eventually she ended up pregnant herself.

she had to stay home then, she couldn’t risk damaging the baby. so she became a full time carer for Marco too. a single mother at 18 trying to look after a baby and be pregnant at the same time was NOT easy. she began to grow close to Marco and resent her mother and uncle even more. after her daughter was born and christened Zarria, it got even harder for her. she couldn’t handle them both and her parents so she convinced them to sign over parental rights (not an issue, they weren’t particularly fond of Marco) and took her brother and daughter out of there.

she got a fairly big house using Thomas’ child support money that definitely wasn’t stolen from Victoria and raised them as best she could. Zarria and Marco grew up struggling for money but otherwise happy, the exact opposite of Clara. she told them of Christy and Thomas, always made sure they had their needs met before hers were, spent every spare penny on gifts. she tried her best, and Marco and Zarria loved her for trying. however, money got tighter as Clara jumped jobs and their needs became more expensive. they started to wear the worn out clothes longer, take quicker and less effective showers, sleep through hunger, etc. a report was made by a teacher at school and Clara lost custody of her children. she was beyond distraught. they were the only thing took her out of the terrible mental state before, and so without them she went back to it. she needed something to keep her alive, and she decided to go after the only other family she could think of.

Clara was 25 years old when she joined the SCP foundation, and it had been 16 years since she had seen or heard from Thomas. he was surprised, but happy to see his daughter again. they reunited and Clara found out that Thomas had new children of his own. he had tried to get better with the help of an assistant assigned to him. they fell in love and Thomas cared for her daughter Serenity, and they had a child called Ozzy together, but she passed in childbirth. Clara was enraged by this, since she felt he had abandoned her.

Thomas spent the next while trying to earn back Clara’s love and trust, while her resentment for her father only grew and she seen what a pushover he was. he was easily talked into anything at work and by Serenity, who seemed more in charge than Thomas was. over time, Thomas felt Clara becoming too distant, they felt like strangers. he decided the best thing he could do would be find the monster that predicted Christy’s death, so he assembled an MTF team and sent them out. they found Fen, and took him in. he claimed without hesitation that he was in fact Sev, and an interview with Thomas confirmed that. he was locked up and Thomas brought Clara to see him. she had her doubts that the young, chatty partly faceless boy was the same silent burning dog beast that used the scream her sister’s name.

Thomas consulted Dr Park, Clara’s supervisor, and convinced him to assign Clara to 107, or now Fen. her first task with him was an interview to see if Fen will confess how and why he was saying Christy’s name in his last life. Fen was playful and taunting, and extremely talkative. despite this, he tiptoed around the question. he simply said he knew she’d get hurt, and he was warning Thomas. after this, he just joked and fired questions back at Clara.

she tried multiple times to get answers, through experiments, interviews and unmonitored conversations. he always seemed more open without cameras and mics and other doctors, so Clara started spending more and more time in his containment cell with him. after a time, they began to enjoy eachother’s company. Fen would listen to Clara’s instructions more willingly and Clara would be kinder to Fen, and kept him calm around other doctors and MTFS. their friendship grew stronger over time, and Clara started to think of Fen like a little brother to her. their friendship became well known and accepted within the foundation and while many people looked down on Clara’s leniency with Fen, but they were glad he was kept obedient to some extent.

Thomas was always the most disapproving, constantly trying to warn Clara off Fen, but she never listened. one day, Thomas overheard Fen bugging Clara, by repeating her name. he had his arms around her shoulders, tiptoeing (even though he’s taller) and folding slightly over her shoulder, his mouth almost on her ear. the closeness and the memories of Christy’s death sent Thomas into a panic. he ran in and started to drag Clara away. his daughter struggled against him, and Fen - angry at Thomas trying to take his only friend inside, attacked. he screamed and slashed and bit at Thomas, and Thomas swung and kicked at Fen. Clara, knowing the trouble Fen could get in for harming staff, tried to intervene. she got between the two, and ended up slashed across the stomach.

Fen was devastated that he had hurt Clara, and she decided to spend the night with him to calm him down and let him know she didn’t blame him.

Thomas was angry and worried for his daughter, so he made a report to Clara’s supervisor, Dr Park. Park had always had a dislike for Fen due to his attitude and nature, and was disturbed by Clara’s love for him. so he, a man corrupt with power, convinced the ever-spineless Thomas to falsify a report with him. they disposed of all camera footage of Fen’s cell the night with Clara, and released a report the next day that Fen had sexually assaulted her.

obviously, Fen and Clara knew this was untrue, but nobody believed Fen and assumed Clara was too scared to speak up. also, after the report was released, they were separated. Fen thought Clara had told Park she was assaulted, and he had been betrayed by his best friend.

Clara continued her services in the foundation, hoping only to get back to Fen. Fen however disappeared from the foundation and didn’t come back for a very long time (he fucking died).

Clara fell heavy into depression, the only people she spoke with were Jordan and Issac. she became ruthless to other anomalies, and didn’t give other staff any time of day. she often got threatened with losing the job for aggressive and cruel behaviour, but she did not care and truthfully her talents with Fen made the foundation think of her as somewhat valuable.

skip more years, Angel decides to get back at Clara for betraying and abandoning Fen by manipulating Zarria into a homicide. she took the lives of eight children that were all connected to her and Clara somehow. she killed her best friends Grayson (her friend from childhood), Avery and Elijah (Jordan’s children) and Rochelle (Issac’s daughter), she killed Serenity and her boyfriend Colton, Freddy (Dr. Park’s son), and her last victim was Marco. then she took her own life. the souls of the children were then led by Angel to the foundation, where they began to haunt Clara. Angel spun lies to them all, blaming Clara for the terrible things they all dealt with in their lives. Clara became increasingly paranoid and depressed because of this. Jordan and Issac both lost contact due to grieving their children and knowing Clara’s daughter did it was hurtful to them, and the foundation fired her for poor performance. as the spirits got more persistent, she began to see a tenth. she seen Christy. Christy never hurt her or blamed her for anything, she actually fought the others to keep them away from Clara. the only person she didn’t go against was Fen/Angel. Christy left drawings around and would make scenarios with plushies to try and communicate to Clara what she had to do.

Christy knew that because it was Fen using Angel, who was using the souls, to get rid of them at let the spirits rest, she had to mimic Fen’s death and burn them all. she went to the school where Zarria had killed everyone and where the souls would be the strongest. she broke in at night so nobody else would be hurt, and she started a fire.

Angel went back to the foundation to tell Thomas that Clara was planning suicide, and Thomas rushed to help her.

when they found eachother, they were in the middle of the fire and Clara would not move until she seen to it that all the children got to rest. Thomas tried to convince her to leave but was distracted by seeing Christy. the two girls sat with their father until they were all consumed in the flames. unfortunately for them, those 3 were not killed by Fen or any of his puppets, so when Thomas and Clara’s souls left their bodies, they were still very intact.

Thomas’ soul is strongest in the foundation, so he remains there drowning himself in work, still serving them even as a ghost.

Clara’s is strongest around Fen, and so she was dormant for a while because of him being inside Angel but after they split she sort of possessed Fen. she gathered proof that she did not accuse him of assaulting her, and that he never did it anyway, so he ended up forgiving her and they worked towards rebuilding their friendship, which is currently going well. they still have some resentment for eachother, but they’re unhealthy so they ignore that.

Christy is strongest around Clara, so she sometimes hangs around her sister though usually she’s happy being faint around Thomas, and she’s really close with Ozzy now that he’s older. Ozzy is legally in the care of Issac, but he and Jordan are all too aware of the ghosts around them and don’t mind leaving him with his dad or sisters

also - the other spirits are at rest, but they CAN come back to the others and sometimes do. Zarria and Marco like hanging around Clara a lot, and Marco likes Fen too. Zarria’s a bit more unsure of him. she also wanders the school grounds a lot. Grayson just follows Zarria, Avery and Elijah visit Jordan often while Rochelle visits Issac. Freddy doesn’t like his dad very much but he is fond of Jordan also, so poor man sometimes has a hoard of dead children following him. Serenity hangs around Thomas and Ozzy, also her and Zarria do NOT get along. Colton just goes where Serenity does.

GOD THAT’S LONG. this took me SO long to type out omg 😭 i hope you enjoy this, the next one is NOT that long i swear.

also sorry for mistakes i am so sick of typing 🩷

Oh yeah that's VERY long, but man that story is just so good! I love ghosts and all things related to them, also are the two species mentioned also made up by you? If so, teach me some of your ways, I love them and I wish I had some good specie concepts!

It's also like two stories in one, amazing. And trust me, while I'm not saying a lot rn just trust me that I'm loving this, it's wonderful. I'm just getting pretty sick right now, so my brain's a bit smushed. But hey dead children! All good stories involve 'em /j

I like the good ending though, it's nice -w-

[wickedsniffles]

Very sad today but I can't let that stop me from sharing something that happened this weekend

So my partner and I traveled quite a ways to see miss C/happell R/oan at Kentuckiana Pride. And it was AMAZING. We had a pretty good view of her, there was much screaming, singing, crying. She was ETHEREAL 😭

By the end of the night we were covered in sweat and exhausted from waiting in the sun all day. Got back to the Airbnb and the first thing we did was praise the inventor of air conditioning and get in the shower together.

Don't get me wrong, my mind was horny but my body was tapped out from a day like that. So we mostly just chatted about what we'd just seen, occasionally switching places to get under the water.

When they went to wash their face, they almost instantly got water up their nose. There was some mild coughing, and my light concern, and then they started sneezing of course 🫣

Now I don't know if this is something y'all do if your partners know about your fetish or not, but my default is to act SO NORMAL when these sorts of things happen, even when I'm bright red in the face.

But come on. This is seared into my brain now. Water droplets running down their shoulders, getting to see them sneeze uncovered with the two of us sequestered in a small, steamy space. Hearing my own voice breathe out the words "bless you" when they might as well be "fuck me".

AND TOWARDS THE END?

They turn back towards me, looking a little hesitant, and sneeze on my shoulder and chest. We were too far under the water for me to feel it, but it shocked the life right out of me regardless. Even though I've recently expressed this as an interest again, I never thought they'd just DO that.

I don't think I blessed them or anything. Pretty sure I just stood there with my mouth open.

They said, "there. For the record, now I've sneezed on you."

What?!

I've been horny enough to punch through a brick wall since then. Might die on sight the next time I see them.

[leihaddock]

T update a little over a year on T! (and a little about top surgery)

tmi warning obviously, under the cut

A little on me so you can quantify my experiences: I'm 163cm (5'4") tall, with fairly wide hips. Half Middle Eastern (so noticeably dark hair and olive skin tone), very into working out (gym 6x a week including almost daily cardio) and I've always been kinda heavy set. Not particularly chubby or anything overweight, but always on the upper measure of BMI (which isn't accurate but it's a reference), "heavy boned", with a noticeable lack of any muscle mass. I got top surgery in November I started T in January of last year and some of the first things I noticed, pretty much immediately: my voice felt different (started breaking around week 2), the frequency my body vibrated at finally made sense, my jaw got stronger, I got incredibly hungry and tired all the time, sweaty and started smelling different, and my skin *hated* me Part 1:

Bottom growth started around week 1 with enough sensitivity that even touching my bits hurt. By the end of week 2, I'd noticed a shift in how orgasms feel. E based orgasms feel channelled from the head, for me it originally felt like a sneeze building up until I could differentiate that. And I never felt satisfied. But by that point, depending on technique, I could channel a "head" orgasm vs. a "genitals" orgasm that people on T experience. It is fascinating With that also came the teenage horny levels which... holy fuck how do cis boys survive puberty? It wasn't a here and done thing but over the first couple of months it was just *a lot*. And how my bits worked changed as well, I went from the regular maintenance discharge (it still happens but it's different) to only really having any with arousal + a gush of it with an orgasm. Along with, ofc, getting boners. Keeping my libido in check, especially since I'm asexual, has been an experience tho Body hair started becoming real noticeable around the 1 month mark. As of now, I've got a very hairy belly, the hair on my face is there albeit still kinda thin, my chest is filling in and so are my shoulders. Also, ass hair growing in *itches like crazy*. All of it does to some extend but that was intense. My body hair is also not growing evenly. The right side of my chin and the left side of my face have more hair so do my right pec and left shoulder Shift in emotions! Most people on E know the frustration of "I'm angry but I'm also crying". Yeah that stopped. The main emotion I'm feeling is now also the main emotion shown outwards. This is right for me, so fucking right. It also makes me a little more scary which I'm still learning how to work around. Other mental changes including feeling like puberty again, which it is, which for me meant no more lucid dreaming until around 10 months in. I've already mentioned a shift in scent. It's a lot more intense now, which was to be expected, and I've grown to love my own scent so much. I'm allowing myself to be a lot more mammal and I'm incredibly scent sensitive so except for perfume every once in a while everything I've got is unscented. Therefore smells of me. It's great, some primal part of my brain is incredibly satisfied with that. The shift in scent includes arousal, sweating and just general scent My skin hated me, still kinda does. Oily skin, acne, always feeling like washing my face. I had to adapt to consistently changing my pillowcase every other week along with acne cremes for that to calm down. It's okay now but goddamn being 21 and looking like a pimply 13yo is frustrating af Voice changes! I woke up the day after my first T shot to my voice feeling weird. It dropped around week 2 as already mentioned and the last time I checked my voice has dropped from 230hz to 110hz. My adams apple went through stages of volume change, with shifting between round and poky. Learning how to speak with a lower voice has been an upwards curve but oh so worth it! It still randomly drops a little every once in a while

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

sorry but frankie being the ONLY ONE at monster high who thinks cleo is Cool will never not be my fav headcanon

cleo LOOKS like she's the popular one-

the attitude! the presence! the outfit! the ambition! the kind heart and the CONFIDENCE!! But Canonically Speaking-

frankie's the one made from various famous monsters, hanging with the ghoul kids in school. THEY'RE the one crushing hard on the local organization nerd ("self-proclaimed party princess"),

cleo, miss Number One human enthusiast, who means well but isn't always the best at reading the mood or focusing on priorities

(all of werewolf weekend) (also "clawed and clawdeen?? thank ra my parents didn't name me nefra-een! ugh~!" smiles, realizes no one else is smiling, "...right not the time cleo.")

she WANTS more fame, but mainly spends her time setting up school events, talking with her scarabs, and is starting to tag along with the popular group sometimes

result is THIS

So whatever her song says, i headcanon the vibe in school is more like....

Random Monster High Student:

Oh Cleo? Nefera's little sister, the one who always plays a tree in school plays?

Yeah, she has the funniest, most TRAGIC picture in the fearbook- I hear she has to make herself sneeze all over again whenever she wants to get something at the Coffinbean!

She's head of the dance committee, right? They did a "human themed" dance night once, because of her. And didn't she also organize the after-pep-rally eyescream this year? I think I remember her asking me what flavor I wanted...

Her friends? Um well, she's got these scarabs that are kinds cute. She tags along with Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura sometimes, but I'm pretty sure she wasn't at that wild Nightmore party the crew had at one of Drac's mansions.

Other than that...

Oh oh wait!

I've seen pics of her hanging out with Frankie, though!

You know Frankie Stein- tall, goes by they/them, wears pretty much nothing BUT school memorabilia, falls apart a lot

I think they built a robot instead of turning in a paper one time, and blank out when remembering something from one of their famous brain bits?

They've got like, bits from almost any amazing monster you could name in the last half century! Monster models, Scareisian monsters, ballet dancers, monster scientists, lawyers. Even a bit from a king of Goreway! They're pretty clumsy but I mean, they HAVE only been alive for less than a year...

They dorm with Drac and Clawdeen- those three are pretty much always a trio, except for fearleading practice and theater stuff.

And yeah, I guess I see them with Cleo pretty often. Frankie, that is.

They sit with her at the creepateria a lot!

Huh. The brilliant franken monster and the second-in-line, dramatic, wanna be queen... I mean, don't get me wrong, Cleo's really nice! And her outfit is AMAZING... Just... I wonder what they even have to talk about...?

meanwhile, Frankie, @ Cleo:

actual canon dialogue: "Any party you're in charge of is sure to be zaptacular! You're so good at parties, and planning things, and picking things, and ah... (flustered) ..making things nicer, and..."

cleo-> decides to sneak into the family tomb. frankie -> PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK M-

also frankie: laughs way too long at cleo's lame pun, tells it it's a good one anyway

also also frankie: goes to cleo for help looking good in their fearbook picture, even though cleo's last photo was a disaster and is the whole reason frankie got nervous about theirs

also also also frankie: "Anything for you, Cleo!"

also also also also frankie, after cleo holds their face and compliments them:

Me: what do they talk about? well mostly frankie just flits with her and is smitten and stuff XD

[starwarsmum]

Day 29! Invisible String

@maribat-calendar-events

By the time Marinette and Tim returned to Gotham, they both had colds. She supposed it was only to be expected, but she was still annoyed about it. And to top it off, they had a monthly League meeting to attend, and she was going to have to suck it up and pretend she was fine so nobody else connected the dots between her civilian and hero identities.

“Ladybug? I'm surprised to see you here,” Batman said in a quiet voice when he found her in the break room. She was clutching a mug of coffee like a lifeline and shot him a tired smile.

“Monthly meeting, right? Chat said he couldn't make it, so as the other leader of the team it's up to me to be present. But after this I'm heading home and sleeping for at least one whole day,” she said with a chuckle.

“Well, if you decide you'd rather not be alone then you're welcome to come to ours,” he replied before checking the time. He made himself a cup of coffee before heading to the meeting room.

Alya had saved a seat for her and Marinette had never been more relieved that she had shared her identity with her best friend. She collapsed into the seat and rested her poor aching head on Alya's shoulder. The coffee probably wasn't going to help the headache but at least she might be awake for the meeting.

It was risky, Batman's low voice almost soothing as he talked about numbers and upcoming missions. But she made it through somehow, even managing to ask an intelligent sounding question - though she couldn't tell you what it was, nor the answer.

“Alright Bug, time to go home,” Alya said with a soft laugh, pulling her to her feet. “I've got the notes for the meeting, I'll debrief the team with anything relevant. You go see if your boyfriend is feeling as rough as you are.”

“He is,” Marinette mumbled, before thanking Alya and tripping her way over to a Zeta tube. She wasn't paying too much attention to where she was going but she must have been thinking about Batman's offer because she ended up in the Batcave.

She was met by Alfred, who informed her that Tim was upstairs resting, should she wish to join him. She nodded, following his pointed finger towards an elevator. She kind of heard him say ‘no masks’ and detransformed just before she stepped into it. 

She hadn't expected to bump into Jason on her quest for Tim's room. He looked at her with a frown, glancing down the corridor she had materialised from before giving her a once over.

“Well, hey there doll,” he drawled, blocking her path. “What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this? Or did Santa just get my wishlist early?”

“I'm too tired to deal with your bullshit, can you point me towards Tim's room, please,” Marinette said, glaring up at him when he hesitated. “Don't mess with me, I will sneeze on you.”

“You got sick too?” He asked, leaning against the wall. She nodded grumpily and crossed her arms as she waited for him to show her. “That's a crying shame.”

“Yeah, and my tolerance for this is non-existent so either show me where to go or get out of my way,” she said, glaring up at him. When he didn't move she snarled and shoved past him, jabbing an elbow into his ribs as she went. He didn't move to follow her but she could feel his eyes tracking her out of sight. 

It took less time than she would have thought to locate Tim's room and in her exhausted state her brain cooed sappily that fate was connecting them. The rational part of her figured the balance was making up for putting Jason in her path.

“Go ’way,” came a muffled groan when Marinette opened her third door and she gave a tiny grin as she stepped in and shut the door behind her. “If this is Dick again, I will make good on my threats. There'll be nowhere you can go that will let you escape those pictures-”

“Well, now I need to see those pictures,” Marinette said, giggling when Tim shot up in bed. Before promptly falling back, presumably dizzy from the head cold. “Sorry, I shouldn't laugh.”

“What- uh, why're you here?” He asked, squinting over at her from the bed. She shrugged and waited, not wanting to intrude if he really wanted her to leave. “Well, since you're here, do you want to come over here?”

She didn't hesitate another second, crawling under his blankets and snuggling up to him. His arm settled around her and she rested her head on his shoulder. She hadn't bothered to dress that morning, the transformation being everything she needed, so she was still in her fluffy socks and pyjamas.

He mumbled something against her hair, rolling slightly to wrap his other arm around her tightly, but she was too tired to know what it was. Cocooned in there with him, she fell asleep almost immediately.

_ _ _

When Tim next woke, he couldn't remember what part of the last twenty-four hours had been real, and what was his illness-addled brain. So he was a little surprised to find Marinette sleeping next to him, snoring softly.

His head felt clearer than it had before and he silently thanked Alfred for forcing him back into bed when he tried to go to the League meeting. But he wasn't sure how Marinette had ended up there with him, especially in his bed.

He slowly eased his arm out from under her, heart melting slightly as she grumbled and rolled over. As quietly as he could, he crept out of the room, determined to get some coffee and something to eat. The kitchen was full of people when he got there and he grimaced, thinking about how he was supposed to explain Marinette when he had no clue.

“Sup Replacement,” Jason said, baring his teeth. Tim rolled his eyes and said ‘hello’ as civilly as he could manage. “Saw your not-girlfriend walking around yesterday. Care to explain why she was looking for your room in jammies?”

“I don't, actually,” Tim retorted coolly. Dick sighed and Bruce raised a disapproving eyebrow at the pair. Alfred was the only one who didn't react, though he turned away to start the coffee maker so Tim thought he was amused. “Morning Alf, thanks for making sure I got some rest yesterday.”

“Of course, Master Tim,” Alfred said, preparing some fruit and yogurt. “Is Miss Dupain-Cheng awake yet?”

“No, I think she's still not feeling great. Mind if I take my breakfast back up to my room?”

“Don't make a habit of it,” Alfred said severely, pouring two mugs of coffee and putting them on the tray with the yogurt. “I shall expect you both downstairs for lunch.”

Tim nodded before escaping back to his room, juggling the tray a little so he could open and close the door easily. He knew he couldn't avoid Jason's questions forever, but he didn't know how much he could tell him without causing problems. Asking Marinette for an explanation as to how she got into his room seemed like the first logical step though.

“Marinette?” He said in a soft voice, putting the tray down on his desk before approaching the bed. She didn't even stir, face buried in the pillow and he sat next to her to wake her properly. “Marinette, I have coffee, and food.”

“Mmmph, five more minutes,” she grumbled, turning away from him. Tim spotted Tikki rolling her eyes as she flew over to her holder.

“Don't worry, I'm used to this,” she said with a concerningly chaotic grin, before taking a deep breath and practically shrieking, “Marinette, akuma!”

“Where?!”

Tim was glad he had moved back because she was instantly on her feet, head swivelling wildly. She finally looked down at Tim, confusion giving way to annoyance as she collapsed back onto the bed.

“Tikki, we've talked about this! You can't keep using the ‘akuma’ wake up, it's going to shorten my lifespan,” she said, glancing up at Tim and smiling. “Morning. Did you say something about coffee?”

Tim laughed and picked the tray back up.

_ _ _

Marinette spent the morning as lazily as she could, playing games on Tim's consoles and critiquing his wardrobe. She outright scowled at his gala suits and vowed that there was no way in hell that she would be seen with him wearing anything that generic again.

By the time lunch came around, she had taken an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt from him, not wanting to be seen in her pyjamas again. She had promised Tim that she would handle Jason at lunch as well, though she hadn't yet decided how.

“Hey Mari,” Dick said when she came into the dining room. She nodded at him, smile dimming as she glanced at Jason. “Feeling better?”

“Much, thanks,” she said, sliding into a seat next to Tim and greeting Bruce. “As much fun as dancing in the rain was, I don't think I'll be doing it again.”

The table went quiet as Alfred brought the food out to everyone and then everyone was too busy eating to talk. But Marinette could feel his eyes on her, even as she resolutely ignored him. Tim was tense, fist clenched tight around his fork and Marinette tried to reassure him.

“Something on your mind, Jason?” She asked at last, narrowing her eyes at him and tilting her chin at him in challenge.

“Yeah, actually. I was wondering what the deal is between you two. Is this a friends with benefits situation or something? Because everyone keeps telling me that you're not his girlfriend but I ain't buying it. But if that is the case, maybe we can be friends too.”

“First off, not even if my choice was between you and death,” she said with a vicious smile. Dick gave a little choked noise but she ignored him. “Secondly, Tim and I are dating now. We weren't before but it turns out we have a ton in common.” 

“You, the daughter of a couple of bakers, have a ton in common with a nepo baby that dresses up as a dead kid every night?” 

“Yes, me, a person who runs my own business and grew up with a supervillain terrorising my home city, has plenty in common with a guy that likes to prevent crime,” Marinette shot back. 

Tim had to stifle a snort, and Dick was grinning. Jason looked begrudgingly impressed and rolled his eyes when the conversation moved on.

She didn't think it was over, not by a long shot, but at least they'd started a dialogue that didn't end in an altercation.

[27jj-fics]

Always Wear Clean Socks (SPN, Sam)

Title: Always Wear Clean Socks

Word Count: 900

Summary: Ever since they were kids, Dean has always told Sam that going out with wet hair will result in him getting sick. Even though Sam disagrees ("It's a virus, Dean. A virus not directly linked to the state of my hair."), he goes out one morning without having time to dry his precious locks, and by the end of the day he's snuffly and sneezy and miserable. Dean wishes he wasn't always right, but it's a burden he has to bear.

A/N: Starting off with one of my deleted fics from LJ (originally written for a prompt); it has been edited/expanded for tumblr

Sam's pretty much having an average morning– he wakes up, takes a shower, his favorite shirt is semi-clean– until Dean fucking clotheslines him as he's going out the door to go get coffee.

"OhmygodDean!" he yells, but thanks to his superb balance he doesn't totally fall on his ass. 

Instead, he pushes Dean's arm away and fixes his brother with a glare.

"What?"

Dean just grins at him and speaks like he's talking to a four-year-old, slowly and deceptively patient. 

"What do I always tell you, Sammy?"

"Driver picks the music," Sam replies. "Peanut M&M's are not the same as the plain ones." He tilts his head to one side, snaps his fingers. "No wait, I've got this. Always wear clean socks."

Dean shakes his head. "Your hair is still wet and it's windy outside. The correct answer is that you can’t go out with wet hair or you’ll catch a cold.” 

"Wow, Dean. Do you want a gold star?" Sam makes for the door again, but Dean moves in front of him.

"Sam, just go dry your hair really quick. I'm sure it will only take you two hours, tops."

"My hair is fine, jackass."

"You're gonna catch a cold if you go out like that," Dean insists, and Sam rolls his eyes.

"The common cold is a virus, Dean. A virus. It doesn't have anything to do with the state of my hair."

"You know how susceptible you are to pneumonia."

"Do you even have a brain?" He thumps Dean on the side of the head. "I honestly think you don't."

"Fine, bitch. Go get me some coffee. See if I care when you come back with icicles hanging off your head. I'm hiding the NyQuil."

"We don't have any NyQuil, genius."

Less than ten minutes later, Dean's cell phone buzzes on the nightstand. It's a text message from Sam.

Going to the library. Gonna check on local hauntings.

what about my coffee bitch? Dean texts back.

Get it yourself, jerk.

Dean rolls his eyes, then remembers that Sam walked to the café.

how far is the library?

Couple miles. I'll wear my hood.

I'm not making you soup WHEN you get sick

Sam sends him three smiley faces in reply.

Dean totally doesn't fall asleep– he's just resting his eyes for a bit– but when he's done resting them, Sam's coming through the door and letting all the cold air in the state into their room.

"Close the door," Dean groans around a yawn.

Sam rolls his eyes. He turns around and clears his throat a couple of times as he's shutting the door, unusually quiet.

Dean stretches and stands up, and notices that Sam is shaking all over. It only takes him a second to figure the hell out why.

"Dude, you're shivering so hard," he marvels, smirking when Sam sniffles. 

Sam shrugs his shoulders and clamps his hand over his mouth to muffle a sudden cough. It turns into another cough, and then another, a long string of hideous sounding coughs. Dean can't believe his ears.

"Are you sick?"

Sam avoids Dean's gaze and shrugs his shoulders again.

"Oh my god. You're actually sick."

"I'b fide," Sam mumbles quickly, before fumbling around in his jacket pocket and coming up with what looks like a receipt and a ripped fast food napkin and sneezing loudly into them. "HPSH’SHUH! I'b fide."

"I can't believe this. Fuck, Sammy," Dean huffs. "You're all nasally and shit."

Sam heaves an exasperated sigh, goes over to the nightstand and blows his nose with four different tissues before turning back to Dean. His nose is bright red.

"Actually, the term 'nasal' means that air is moving through the nose, so-"

"How are we even related?" Dean cuts him off. "Get your ass into bed. I'm getting the thermometer."

"We don't have a thermometer," Sam says, and he sounds fucking miserable as he sniffles yet again. He sits on the edge of his bed and shivers hard.

Dean looks through the first aid kit anyway. He comes up with some Tylenol and a few throat lozenges that are probably ancient, but no thermometer. He makes Sam take the Tylenol and while Sam's swallowing that, presses the back of his hand to Sam's forehead.

"You're roasting," he announces. "Bed time."

Sam rolls his eyes and sniffles and bats Dean's hand away from his face, then crawls onto the bed and collapses face down, coughing.

"You can say it now," Dean says. "Tell me I was right."

"Don't be an asshole," Sam says before sneezing into his pillow. "Hh’HTCHsh! You weren't right."

"I'm always right, Sammy," he replies with a long sigh. "You think it's easy? Always being right? It's a burden, but it's a burden I bear for the greater good." He shakes his head and tugs the covers over Sam. "Honestly, the things I do for you."

“Huh-HSHS’HOO!”

Sam sneezes again, but instead of reaching for a tissue he starts to cough afterward, sputtering and hacking into the sheets. Dean pats his back a couple of times and pulls the covers a little higher, and when Sam's done coughing he closes his eyes and drags his wrist under his nose.

"Shit, man. I'm sorry. I really wish you weren't sick…" Dean says. 

Sam sniffles and cracks one eye open to look at Dean. 

"Because who's gonna go get me coffee tomorrow?"

“HPTSH’chuh!”

[frost-faerie]

☆ Cotton-headed ☆

Fluffy sickfic! phoenix gets a cold and comes to work anyway, his supposed rival isn't thrilled when he realises (concerned edgey ^_^) but they get it alllll sorted! can't spell teasing without tea <3 we love these dorks

Wooo!! Wrightworth/narumitsu drabble for the people! I'm not very good at writing, so sorry if it's not up to expectation >_&lt; please enjoy it! where this fic takes place on the timeline is completely up to interpretation, i didn't really have it in mind ^^;

"You look worse than usual," Edgeworth said, barely trying to conceal the insult he had just hurled. It wasn't like Phoenix wanted to be here today; he'd done pretty much everything to put off going to the prosecutors office, but in the end, it hadn't done him any favors.

Repressing a sniffle, knowing that Edgeworth would pick up on it in a way that only a legendary prosecutor could. As much as Wright felt... sickly, he couldn't stay home. Work needed to be done, and some cold wasn't going to stop him.

Realizing that he hadn't responded to Edgeworth's quip, Phoenix gave a stilted smile. "You sure know how to make a guy feel special," Phoenix said, hoping that the sarcasm laced through his tone didn't make him slip up and cough.

"...Hm," Edgeworth hummed noncommittally. "Have you been sleeping well, Wright?"

If it was anyone else in front of him, Phoenix would've thought that there was a hint of concern in their voice. Hell, for a second, he even thought that Edgeworth was concerned for his well-being.

More than is probably healthy, he couldn't help but think. He'd spent a lot of his time sleeping, as of late- just half an hour ago, he'd caught himself before he'd dozed off in his office!

Despite this, his cases seemed to be going well; no investigations, and Maya was busy busy busy with all the business she had to attend to, and-

"Considering your lack of response and your dazed eyes, you have not been resting nearly enough," a voice boomed with an air of authority and finality. Oh, right, Phoenix thought dazedly. Miles was talking to me.

"I've been sleeping," Phoenix sighed, hands raised in surrender. Sneezing into a tissue, just so Edgeworth wouldn't chide him for messying a perfectly good suit. Every hour spent not asleep was dedicated to work, and he knows that Mia had once said something to him about this being a terrible habit, but that didn't stop Phoenix from falling asleep the second his stuffy, cotton-filled brain hit a comfortable pillow.

Edgeworth looked at him, seeming skeptical and unconvinced. Whether that was because of Phoenix's clear poorly state or just because that was what his face always looked like, Phoenix wasn't really sure. "You've been sleeping," Edgeworth said, the skepticism seeping through every word.

"Mhm," Phoenix said. The urge to rub sleepiness out of his eyes was strong, but the evidence that would come of it was stronger- perhaps even decisive. If Edgeworth hadn't already figured it out, that was.

With a slight shake of the head, Edgeworth let a small smile slip onto his face; not a usual sight, and definitely not something Phoenix expected to see at work of all places. "Objection," he said, sounding much more fond than he did in the courtroom. "I said you hadn't been resting enough. Sleep is technically a form of rest, but it is not a stand-in for being well-rested."

Phoenix looked up at Edgeworth with a scowl. (Since when had he been sitting down? He distinctly remembers standing not too long ago.) "My sincerest apologies, master of self-care," Phoenix said, knowing very well that the sarcasm got to Edgeworth even though his stuffy nose. (Well, his stuffy everything.)

After finally relenting to the fact that yes, he was sick, Edgeworth was on the move; Phoenix distantly heard a kettle boiling, as well as a few calls that he wouldn't be able to take his meetings today. All the while, Phoenix repressed the urge to shut his eyes once again. There was some kind of low-note classical music playing from a dingy radio that seemed out of place in the office, and it was strangely soothing.

Before Wright could fall back asleep, however, there was something gently pressed into his hands. He startled with the heat of it, and then his face got equally warm once he sensed Miles looming over him.

"Peppermint tea," he said, as an explanation to what was in the glass. "Normally, I'd house the drink in a proper teacup, but I'm not sure you'd be capable of holding it in this state. It... it is a heavy kind of porcelain."

"You mean a fancy rich kind?" Phoenix said, a small smile gracing his face. As much as it hurt to talk, he couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease Edgeworth- especially if it was about his large about of disposable income.

It seemed to have a calming effect, much like the aroma of the tea and the slow classical music, as Miles smiled in a dorkish manner. "Just drink the tea, Wright," he huffed fondly.

"But I don't even like tea," Phoenix said, taking a sip regardless. It was quite nice- Miles had clearly taken the courtesy of adding extra sugar, knowing full well of Phoenix's sweet tooth- but he wasn't going to admit that.

Miles merely shook his head, fondness in every movement. "Of course, of course. How dare I take care of you?"

Phoenix felt his face go a little red, all whilst Miles went back to his desk to begin working. He traced the rim of the teacup with his finger, thinking the same thing. How dare you take care of me?

Now the hole he's been going down since he was nine had burrowed deeper.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #374

I'm a little better today. When I woke up this morning, my nose was still pretty stuffy and also running still. But I wasn't sneezing a whole lot like yesterday, and that was good. I made some toast-and-jam tea:

...Yeah, I know my voice sounds weird in this one. Sorry about that; it can't really be helped. I had some of the leftover soup for breakfast this morning, and that was delightful. Warm fluids are a wonderful boon for a scratchy, irritated throat!

J was out almost all day today, flying the airplane. I wanted to go, but I didn't because it's not a good idea to be up in the sky while one's ears, nose, or throat is congested; you can blow up your eardrums like that. Still, he got tons and tons of beautiful pictures...

...M, meanwhile, played a lot of Hades on the TV. So I was by myself most of today. I suppose it was a little lonely, but I got lots of work done on the music box:

...I completed the pattern for the chorus today, which is cool! I was actually hoping to have finished building all of the basic patterns today and then arrange the patterns in their proper places tomorrow, but... I didn't get that far along. Oh well. I only have a few more patterns left – like 6, I think, but they're all very short. It shouldn't take long to assemble them. Stuff to do for tomorrow, I guess.

I'm not sure whether to go to work tomorrow. I'm feeling pretty okay right now; there's some residual discomfort and my sinuses are still a little congested, but it's not nearly as bad as it was this morning. I dunno.

I wanna go, but J says just because we feel better doesn't mean our bodies don't still need a little more time. So maybe I'll give it a little more time. I want to try to be nice to myself. So maybe I'll just stay home.

...Though... I'll be a little disappointed if I gotta stay home, because R invited we of my house over to his place for hot chocolate. I dunno. I figure if I'm staying home from work, I should probably not go to R's house, also.

I wonder what you would do...

...Actually. No. I know what you would do. Or rather... I'm pretty sure I know what “past you” would do. Past you would probably show up to work even with full blown pneumonia, if you knew you couldn't spread it to anybody.

...And no, that's not a good thing!! Please insert a mental image of me here, with my left arm akimbo while waggling my right index finger at you, both menacingly and accusingly in equal measure!! Please also insert a mental image of my most grumpiest face here!! Unless “current you” has learned and grown enough to not pull shenanigans like that? Hopefully?

...And if my waggling finger does not at all sound menacing to you, you are wrong!! Because, yes, in fact, my fingers are VERY menacing!!! They are very capable of rendering humans of all ages, genders, and sizes into a giggling, squirming, curled-up mess of laughter!! Your life has prepared you for many, many great and terrible things, but I very much doubt that it has prepared you for tickles!!! BWAHAHAHA!!!!

At this point, sometimes all I gotta do is point at M or J and wiggle my finger, and then I say, “I'm tickling your braaaaaiiiiiiiin...!!!!” and then they start laughing!!! I don't even have to do anything, ahahahaha~! Like I said, VERY menacing! Much terror!! I'd be shaking in your boots if I were you!!! MWAHAHAHA...!!!! (cue ominous thunder crackling in the distance...!!!)

...No, I promise I've had only minimal caffeine today. I guess I'm just feeling a little silly and excited because it's been a few days since I've felt this good, ahaha...

...I guess we'll see how I feel when I wake up tomorrow. If I wake up and I hate it, I'll go back to bed.

I haven't much else going on up in my noggin today. I suppose having “music-box-for-brains” will do that to a person. I guess this letter is a little bit short as a result. Sorry about that.

I'm gonna go to bed now to give myself the best odds of feeling relatively decent tomorrow. I think I'm maybe a little stir-crazy from not going out of the house much over the last number of days. I miss Tr and Ka and Ra and Ma and the others. I want to see them if I can. I want to be where the nice bread and cookie smells are...

I'll write to you again tomorrow, okay? So please stay safe out there. Don't forget that you're loved and wanted and needed in this world. If nothing else... I love you, and you can be wanted and needed in any space in which I also belong. You're not alone, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

[amywritesthings]

Hello Hello Hello-ween! 👻

This is Episode 2 (can't believ I'm doing this again) of

Oddly Specific Asks🗿✨️

where you will get oddly specific questions and choices that will tingle your pringle. Looks like you enjoyed round one, so let's go again!

1) State your opinion on Huan's banana statue in LoK as if you were an art critic.

2) What's the lesser evil: spiders sized the way they are not so they can easily get into your house or spiders the size of cats. They cannot get into the house easily but OH BOY once they're inside...

3) QUICK ROUND! Jasmin tea or ginseng tea? (Shoutout to the Jasmin Dragon)

4) What is the best french fry shape and why?

5) If you were to wake up as a character in the last anime you have watched, how cooked are you?

6) QUICK ROUND! Jean's hair Season 1-3 or Season 4?

7) Rate your singing ability on a scale of dying cat to divine opera singer!

8) A K-Pop song you would do a dance cover of?

9) QUICK ROUND! Finger the pickle jar or use a fork to get a pickle out?

10) GET CREATIVE! Write about the following scenario: Levi Ackerman babysitting Anya Forger. Anya may or may not be freaking him out a bit with her telepathic ability. This time, include one sentence with only three-letter-words!

That's it for today! I hope you enjoyed this round as much as the first one. Let me know if you want more 👀 Maybe you can guess at one point who I am, extra kudos if you can. I might add some hints in further rounds. 🤭

For now, have a good day and good luck answering what my pea brain has come up with!

Off I go,

an avid binge reader of yours <3

HELLO LOVELY I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DID IT AGAIN TOO BUT I REALIZED I NEEDED TO SIT DOWN WITH THIS ONE

1) Sublime. Incredible. Never been done before. (Literally, who's doing it like Huan? No but actually this made me cackle and art critics just sigh and make faces. Imagine I'm making a grimace like I have to sneeze with those few words.)

2) Absolutely spiders that are spider-sized. I don't mind them coming into my house (they take care of rando bugs! they're neat!) but a cat-sized spider sounds like the scariest freaking thing in the world omg.

3) Oh god I am so sorry Levi Ackerman I'VE NEVER HAD EITHER OF THEM. But I think Ginseng sounds lovely, from what I read up on how it tastes?

4) CURLY CURLY CURLY because I am from New Jersey and nothing beats a good curly fry with old bay spice some cheese whiz. (I'm not talking about crab fries totally not absolutely lmfao)

5) I just watched the My Hero Academia movie, so I think I'd be pretty screwed seeing as I'm quirkless but I like to believe I would be safe with the UA squad. (Toshinori, call me.)

6) Jean Kirstein's mullet in season 4 is the undisputed best hair glow-up to me in Attack on Titan and yes I even mean beyond Armin's coconut bob. IT'S A WORK. OF. ART.

7) Off-key husky angry that it's still an hour away from dinner.

8) slooOOW IT DOWN, MAKE IT BOUNCY (honorary mention: i am the best by 2ne1 bc i actually do know that dance but it's tough lol)

9) third option never touch the pickle bc pickles are gross

10) I feel so bad because I would love to do another challenge prompt but I had to ask a few who Anya was! 😭 Forgive me, I lose this episode of oddly specific asks.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @nczaversnick!

OC Mega Questionaire

Random number generator suggests Djek :)

Five things that make you happy:

I mean, money in my pocket. That's like, the main one. A hopped-up party is probably second, with a crowd of rich drunks to follow. I guess after that... card games? Oh, and my friends! Can't forget those losers.

If you could save just one other person who would it be?

I... Am I an idiot if I say Tyche? She betrayed me, left me for dead. I doubt she- I doubt she ever cared about me in the first place. But I wish she could've. I wish she could've been better.

Tell us one of your funniest jokes:

Why does the sea roar? Well, you'd be hollering too if you had crabs on your bottom.

Where would you like to visit?

Oh, tough question. I've really been around, you know? Hit up most of the big cities - I don't got much use for hiking bullshit. If I could go anywhere, I think I'd pick Seluthena. Yeah, yeah, it's underwater, but there's magic. Sepo talks about it sometimes, and it sounds pretty. Plus, I want to see if all sirens are such hard asses.

When do you usually go to sleep?

Uhhh.... Probably three? Don't get on my ass about it, ok?

Are you a jealous person?

Totally not. I'd never be jealous of someone when I can steal whatever fancy digs they've got instead. ...I guess I used to be kinda jealous of Twenari’s sorcery when we first met, but she'll use it better than I ever would.

Have you committed a crime?

Seriously? I'm not gonna dignify that with an answer.

Do you have a chore you usually hate?

Ugh, what chore don't I hate? Laundry is probably my least favorite. Remembering to fold it feels like pokers in my brain.

Tell me an embarrassing childhood story

Ok, ok, ok, this is a good one. So, some of the bigger street kids were chasing me - I had some food they wanted and this one teen, Miks, just had it out for me anyways after he found me sleeping in this drain pipe he liked. They chased me all the way up into this warehouse, so I figured I'd hide, yeah? I jumped into the nearest crate only to find, oh shit, it's full of flour. It's getting all up in my nose and mouth, and I just know I'm gonna sneeze any second now, but the other kids are in the building. That's when I had my glorious idea. I stagger up outta the flour, groaning like some unholy spirit and waving my hands all menacingly. I conjured up some shadows and all those kids started screaming like nothing else, thinking I was an actual ghost. Miks even pissed himself! Course, they caught on a second later and beat the ever-loving snot out of me, but I kept looking up at that stain on Miks' leg and giggling the whole time. ...Ah memories.

Are you a good person?

I try. I know I've failed in my past, and I'll fail again in the future, but I still try as best I can. I think that counts for something, right?

What’s the worst thing you have ever done? Do you regret it?

I let a little girl watch her mom get beaten to a pulp in front of her eyes. I let my best friend be taken by a demon she'd spent her whole life fighting. I killed an evil man and stopped him from doing an evil thing, but I still wonder late at night if he could've been redeemed. I regret all three.

What’s the quickest way to make you laugh?

Heh, tell me a dirty joke, and I'll probably be on the floor.

What is your favorite song right now?

The Kindly Vixen. It always has and it always will be a visionary among bad bar songs.

Do you sometimes wish to be someone else?

Oh, every day, my friend. I don't usually mean it, but yeah, every day.

Do you push forward or take time to rest?

What, do you think I'm some sort of soldier type? Some expert mage who stays up too late and doesn't remember to eat her breakfast? Nah, I take it easy when I can because who knows when the next opportunity will come around.

What is your favorite drink?

Dryuenya tyri. It's sweeter than regular tyri, and people usually mix it with cherry juice.

If you had to pick an item of clothing or accessory to wear for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Shit, maybe a bandana? It's a pretty versatile piece. Or, wait, maybe glasses would be more practical. Damn, I wish I had glasses.

If you were forced to forget one memory, what would you choose?

One of those hungry street nights. They all run together anyways.

What is a positive thing your worst enemy would say about you?

I'm a determined little bastard, I'll tell you what. I'd like to think even my enemies can appreciate just how many times I get back up after taking a beating.

I'll tag @dragonedged-if @pluppsauthor @watermeezersworldofkaldria @wyked-ao3 @uraniumwriting and anyone else who wants in :)

[kushami-hime]

MADRE DE FRIGGING DIOSSSSS JEEZUSSSSS FUCKINGGG CHRISTTTTT, LORD HIME-SAMA!!! 🥵 🔥🥴🫠🫦

Howww do you fucking nail it and make it hotter and hotter every damn time even with shit I wouldn't expect to like as a picky AF person like WHATTTTT THE ACTUAL SHITTTT! What is this sorcery?! You just know how to push all the right buttons for us all here on snzblr even buttons I didn't know I had and you call yourself a masochist but I'm pretty sure you're a sadist with the way you just dominate us all into absolute submission and reduce us to a melted pile of satisfied horni-brained subs also wtf why was I so into that spit take why was that so hot (that's new for me) and WTF does that say about me lmao new kink unlocked!! And those holdback and stifle attempts are always chefs kiss especiallyyyy when it's the characters with egos, anger issues, or control issues just gahhhhh omfg and you were just doing improv all nonchalantly like no big deal?! Just ahhhhhhh like I selfishly want you to do one more in this state but also like want you to get and feel better lol so please take care of yourself and thanks so much for suffering and blessing us with all the horni goldmines and needed escapism and immaculate vibes and that animal crossing ending statement was the best mic drop everrr lmao you talented mofo!! I LOVE YOU SOOOO FUCKING MUCHHHH YOU WONDERFUL AMAZING FANTASTICALLY AWESOME UNICORN OF A HUMAN!!! <3

TBF a good chunk of it was written up already but with only a day to prep and like 30% was improved on the spot whole recording >:D

ITS THESE REACTIONS THAT I LIVE FOR YALL omg I feel like an evil mastermind whenever people start foaming at the mouth over these wavs (and the spit thing may have awakened something in me as well and I'm the one that recorded it like wtf 😭)

And I WOULD RECORD ANOTHER ONE IF I COULD but sneezing right now is hella painful cause my throat is absolutely shredded and I've been coughing for the past two days so I mean, if one of you just wants a coughing wav I could totally do that lol

But I LOVE PRESSING BUTTONS and bringing out as much horni as possible muahahaha I'm glad ya enjoyed, nonny~ ;P

[bananamarshmallowz]

The Boys

My review on The Boys.

I know this was a comic series and some people grew up on stuff like this but sorry; Most of this was an offense to my eyes and I won't hold back.

My cousin recommended this for me and I was terrified at some scenes because I didn't expect that from him, nonetheless, I'm getting this finished whether I dislike it or hate it.

Initial thoughts for Season 1 and 2- awful, I hated most seconds of it. Gorey parts? Awesome. Actors? Honestly, pretty great. A few here and there story parts? Okay, but I wanted better. For what I was sold for, which was an action packed superhero series, an action packed superhero series I didn't get. At first it was too slow pace and more than obscene. It's sexist, homophobic, transphobic, racist and there's most likely more. Very white-entitled-cis-male-coded. It was and is offensive. I wanted to like it for my cousin but it was shit.

I wanted it to be better and that's not the direction it was going.

However, Season 3? Fucking phenomenal. And I'm only getting started. I'm already on episode five and it's just ultimately superior.

Minus parts and pieces of it, it is so much better than both previous seasons. Some scenes were absolutely not needed, don't use shit scenes, save those for personal use. Random nothing to do with the story line, romance triangles, sex scenes, anything that doesn't advance anything- that's not enjoyable to me. That's for fifty shades of grey type shit, not waiting-to-be-epic superhero films.

Story? Great. There were actual familial ties, complete story lines, not just nonsensical follow the string, like seasons 1 & 2. There was a point to what I was watching. Some parts even made me cry.

Sound design? Pretty notable, in all seasons actually. Screams. Ambience in every scene, it's set mostly in the city, there would be cars and horns and people talking. People have footsteps, people sneeze and cough, babies cry. Music is great; All the actors voices are clear.

Gore? Hella Amazing. Through out this entire thing, the gore has been a complete highlight. It is so surreal. Brains, guts, bones, blood. Holy shit. Some of the best special effects I've seen, have been produced from this series.

Favorite part? Still waiting on it, hopefully it happens soon, I don't know how much longer I can take if it doesn't progress to that point. No, I will not say what will happen, but I have been waiting for it since the 2 minute mark in the first episode of the first season.

Regardless, I might come back to it and have more to say but season 1 & 2? Don't watch it. It's some of the worst torture I've put myself through. Season 3? Worth it.

[bugbuoyx]

I have come to ask you about your cats

What are there names

What breeds are they

What else would you like to share about them

Important questions

hell YES!! I've been meaning to make a post about all of them so I'm using your ask to do that.

Extremely Long Post About My Cats Under The Cut

So I have 7 Cats (alot i know). All but 2 were strays I took in as kittens and the other 2 were left with us when their owners couldnt care for them anymore so who know what fuckin breeds they are but Hannibal has to have somethin big in him the fat ass.

Their names, not in any particular order are Itty Bitty (also known as ittius bittius and my baby bear, Diamond (also known as mondo and various combinations of sitnky, rat, and man), Big Boy (also known as nuts and big balls, i'll explain why later), Sneezy, Hannibal (aka ass fat and hangry), Nola, and Rexy (aka honky, honky wonky, and mama)

Itty Bitty: She's one of the ones I got as a kitten, if I had to guess she was probably about 6 months old. I found her on my porch when I was 16 and honestly we've been inseparable ever since. She is the single most anxious cat I have ever seen and also the only cat in my house to have caught a rat. Yes, I know and it's funny as fuck. She barely ever leaves my room and runs back in at a moment's notice. She sleeps next to my pillow (and in my window). She stalks Nola, no idea why. Also she runs like a rabbit. I would die for her.

Diamond: One of my newest additions and the only one I got as an adult. We found him eating garbage out of a trash can at a gas station and just like threw him in the car and brought him home. I love him but oh my god. He is needy, up my ass 24/7 and learned how to open doors (and cabinets and drawers) just to be even more up my ass. His other habits: eating paper, eating crumbs (not even like food left out but like. actual crumbs), clawing up my computer chair, not sitting still for 2 fucking seconds. He is a sweetie pie who is also neurotic as fuck. Also, I have him harness trained.

Big Boy: He's the first one that was left with us and it was around the same time as we got Itty, they're both about 8 years old now! He wasn't like supposed to be with us permanently and didn't have a name and also had giant balls he waddled around so we....just...called him that. and then we didn't want to tell the vet we named our cat big balls so we said his name was big boy/nuts. I still call him nutsy wutsy ngl. He used to be pretty stoic but has sweetened up once we got him fixed, now he's a big sweetie pie who loves to be held and is afraid of thunderstorms. He wants to open doors but isn't Lonk like Diamond.

Sneezy: Another recent addition, he's about 2 years old now? Hands down he's the best snuggler in the house, you can spoon him and hold him close and he loves it 9/10 he's snotty. I've taken him to the vet and they said because he was sick at a young age he is perma-snotty. That's just like one of the things with taking in strays. We hadn't settled on a name when we got him fixed so we told them Dakota but I don't think anyone has ever actually called him that he's just Sneezy. Yes, I have 2 black cats. Yes I can tell them apart, very easily actually lol.

Hannibal: There's alot of him. We named him Hannibal because he's the reason we had to stop leaving food on the counter. He eats everything in sight. He's a very friendly cat! But he doesn't know when to stop playing, he tries to play with Diamond despite Diamond crying every time he so much as looks at him wrong. He also has like no brain cells I swear. He opened a door once and hasn't done it again since, he just cries. He also yells for attention alot. He is also harness trained! I had to buy a bigger harness just for his fat ass! I found him outside as a kitten, he bit my thumb so hard it was bruised for like a month but he's now the sweetest baby so it's fine. We got him right after Sneezy though Sneezy is honestly an old soul who just wants to sleep (and sneeze).

Nola: The second one left with us! Her original owner also lives with us now too, though she prefers my little brother. She's about the same age as Hannibal but she is like 1/3rd his size, probably because she was bottle fed. She is Very Sassy and Has Boundaries and you Will Respect Them. Which is fine lol. She likes to be up high.

Last but not least: Rexy! She is in the very middle of our group. We actually had another cat we were certain was her sister but she escaped and we sadly never found her again. We've been extra careful since then and haven't lost another. Rexy is about 4 years old now? We found her as a kitten and we believe she was hit by a car, she has a gimp leg and actually has arthritis but still gets around fine! At one point, before we managed to get her fixed she somehow got pregnant and had 1 kitten, he developed neurological issues around 6 months (at which he was the size of a 3 month old) and had to be put down sadly, but that's the source of the nickname Mama. Honestly, she's kind of broken and silly and I love her, I've been taking care to make sure she can reach things without issue and isn't hurting her leg too much. She is bitey and nibbles you while you're petting her, it's fine just don't let her at your nose it hurts. Her other nickname is honky/honky wonky because her meow sounds like a honk.

All of them are weird and silly and have their quirks, I sincerely love all of them and care for them as best I can even when they frustrate me. They're all indoor cats with Diamond, Hannibal, and Nola being harness trained though Nola doesn't enjoy being outside unless in a clear bag I bought just for them.

[siriannatan]

Sirianna's Vacation Prompt's Spot

I'm a bit burned out on longer stories so I looked and found Prompts by deity-prompts over on Tumblr

I'll see how many I'll do. Key word - try. I might add some prompts that are not on the list.

AO3 - “You look really good in my clothes” - WitherHusbands / fWhipSausage

When fWhip decided to visit Sausage the weather was perfect. Nice, warm, sunny. Few lazy clouds that spelt no trouble. Perfect weather for a nice flight between Grimlands and Mythland to discuss an exchange of gunpowder and iron between allies. He didn't need iron right now, there was still enough to at least start his latest project somewhere in his storage area. fWhip might have been using it as an excuse to visit his favourite ally (sorry Gem, you're not a handsome knight), and escape his advisors. 

But the weather only held for like a fourth of the way. Dark clouds and stronger wind. He should have turned around but it didn't look all that bad and fWhip was confident he could reach Mythland Castle before the rain started. He did not manage that so when he landed and knocked on the castle doors he was one unhappy half-dragon. Sopping wet, drenched, miserable half-dragon who regretted even leaving his bed. The oak forest surrounding Mythland was shockingly cold. fWhip should be used to the cold, his empire was surrounded by snowy mountains.

"fWhip? Tell me you didn't fly in this weather," Sausage huffed and pulled fWhip indoors as soon as he opened the door. Unfortunately for fWhip and his image of a strong and reliable leader of an alliance it was precisely then that he sneezed. And even worse, it was a tiny kitten-like sneeze that let out some sparks. Miraculously it didn't set anything on fire. 

It did make Sausage even more worried about fWhip and the half-dragon was dragged into a warm bath, with a promise of dry clothes and a warm meal.

A dry change of clothes was Sausage's clothes minus the armour bits the king always had on him. And it was far too big on fWhip. Even if fWhip wasn't all that much shorter - he was only competing with Sausage for height if his horns counted - Sausage was a lot better build and wider in like everywhere. fWhip blamed it on wings taking all benefits from his limited exercise attempts and being a bit busy with other things... He'd worry about that later, back at home where he could grumble all he wanted to himself. For now, he followed a servant to the dining room where Sausage and a table of steaming hot food were.

"Sorry about dropping in by surprise as I did," fWhip apologised sheepishly as he walked in.

"No need to apologise, you're always welcome here. But what do I owe today's visit to?" Sausage waved the apology off with a smile. fWhip didn't need a reminder that Gem was the one to discuss all alliances... fWhip was not made for discussions. Certainly not with men like Sausage - tall, handsome and with very pretty smiles and gorgeous eyes...

"Well, I've been thinking of expanding Grimlands a bit but I don't have nearly enough iron so I thought I could come by before I get too absorbed in the project. I really thought I could make it before the rain got too bad," fWhip chuckled as his dragon brain took in the small feast Sausage had his staff make. "I  think my advisors and Gem would have a stroke if I tried doing politics looking like this not that..."

"I think you look good in my clothes... I mean great... No... I," Sausage rambled before they both froze, staring at each other.

"Not as good as you..." fWhip had no idea why he said that. His brain was stuck somewhere between the realisation that Sausage - his long-time crush mind you - called him good-looking and how blue Sausage's eyes were. They were a very nice shade of blue...

"Umm..." they both hummed at once, blushing even more than they already were.

"So... um... that... Can we forget I said that? Have a meal and talk trade?" Sausage offered, shifting in his chair.

Was fWhip's brain capable of letting that little sentence go? Hell no, so he decided to be bold. "Only if you promise we can cuddle after..." he really hoped Sausage would not mind it. He'd hate to have to explain it to Gem...

"I... I'd love to..." Sausage nodded, with a hint of a smile. "And you really do look great in my clothes," he added with a bit bigger smile. fWhip regretted his scarf was soaking wet, drying somewhere within the castle, as it meant he could not hide it so Sausage could see how close his hair and face were in colour... 

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A CAT Scan Is Nothing To Sneeze At

I'd planned reruns and pre-written blogs until the Haunted History project was finished, but I popped in to tell everyone the source of my constant head pain and sinus infections has finally been isolated.

It was in my sinuses.

Maybe I should be more specific. Various allergy/sinus/head doctors have poked and prodded me for years. A sleep study revealed I do, in fact, sleep. My allergy tests showed I was, indeed, allergic. To everything. I even had surgery to unclog a lower part of my sinuses that seemed to be causing the trouble. Still, in recent months the pain became sometimes debilitating, although I think I did a pretty good job of hiding it. Witnesses may disagree.

While typing this I realized I should have taken a medical leave from the fire department, for all the good I've done the last couple of years.

What a headache.

"You expect me to sleep with this thing on?"

I found out after we got Beowulf that I was allergic to dogs, but refused to give him up. Now that he's passed you'd think maybe it would get a little better, but instead my sinus infections kept on coming and the headaches got worse and worse. The truth is, many days in recent months the headaches were so bad I was incapable of doing much of anything ... but I could still write, so I told myself it was all good.

It wasn't.

So the allergy doctor suggested a CAT scan. I patiently (because I'm the patient) explained to him that would be bad, as one of my worst allergies was to cats. I hugged Beowulf every day, but if I came within a block of a cat I ended up looking like patient zero in a zombie outbreak.

A brave photographer caught this assassination attempt.

Turns out I got my dander up for nothing: CAT is an acronym, which stands for ... um ... something medical. Not only that, but it took all of five minutes, and the doctor would be waiting to show me the results right after.

Only the doctor was called away to unplanned surgery, and I had to wait a week and a half. Just to let the imagination simmer a bit.

When I finally saw him, Doctor Herr, who's a he, didn't even bother poking and prodding much. "Your two uppermost sinuses," he explained, "are completely blocked. Nothing can get out, and that's where your sinus infections have been hiding."

My sinuses were constipated.

Dr. Herr (who's a he) didn't explain to me how the infection itself got out, but maybe it has a special pass. In any case, we could try another course of the same antibiotics that didn't work last time, or he could go down to Doc's Hardware, rent a roto-rooter, and dig that sucker out.

That's not exactly the way he described it.

"Dude, I may be a doggie angel now, but I can't protect you from a mad doctor with a post hole digger."

So at the end of September I'm going under the knife, and also under the needle and the drill, and possibly the hammer and chisel. It's more major than my other sinus surgery, but Dr. Herr (who may be a her, I didn't ask) told me if he drills through to my brain, he'll just switch to reverse. Maybe I'll come out of surgery able to speak Latin, or play the violin. Or play Latin violin music.

Hope to see you at my first concert.

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[alesyira-ffn]

well, looks like I put off writing for a whole 'nother month. And that means ITD has been on a temporary hiatus for SIX MONTHS. I feel a little bad. I suppose I can point to the fact that I didn't leave it on a cliffhanger ... ?

I have been heavily invested in reading BNHA fanfics (I've literally read so many that I can't find good ones anymore, and the rest would be hidden gems that don't rank highly enough to catch my attention yet), but the good news is that even the tiny thoughts about 'hm, maybe I could write one' have pretty much ended there, because there's enough (not enough I WANT MORE) brilliant stuff out there to read already, and any time I think about writing anything my brain cycles back around to finishing up this fic (despite having so few readers) because it's my word-baby.

I've also put serious consideration into redoing the first story with Shippo as a third-person POV (and streamlining the plot), but then I realized I'd need to re-write like the first 50k or so of the blue anshan as third-person, too, and that seems like a terrible slog, but then again, I did have a lot of story threads I had meant to expand differently when I'd originally started writing it, and the whole thing could use a major overhaul, but ... Maybe I'd name the new version "The Things We Want" and like make it a multi-story posting of the rewritten adventures jfc wait nvm that's a lot of writing

okay I've rambled long enough. esp about a fandom / crossover that doesn't hand back very much feedback to feed my need for validation.

Actual Story Updates: there are none. but here's another teaser from ch63 to tide (all three of) you over, as thanks for checking in that I'm still alive.

He briefly looked her over from head to toe, searching for trace of major injury or blood, and once he’d ensured she was still in one piece he scooped her into his arms for a fierce hug, burying his nose in her hair as he curled himself around her. “Holy fuck Kagome, why— where the hell—” he cut himself off with a shudder and a hacking cough, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he pulled away from her to peer more closely at her appearance. “Whoa,” he exclaimed at the completely unexpected riot of odors clinging to her dingy, dated clothing, and she peeked up at him with a sheepish half-smirk through a gap in her bangs. He coughed again and sneezed once with a brief shake of his head. “Look, I know I said I’d still like your scent even if you’d been rolling around in the woods for a week, but you smell like…” he trailed off, swallowing back a strong wave of nausea. “Like I’ve been traipsing around in a dungeon?” she offered with a deadpan expression as she tugged at the sodden edge of her sleeve with a long sigh. “Or maybe drenched in slime guts and bloody dragon bile?” His mouth fell open in brief surprise before he exhaled a chuckle and pulled her close again. “It’ll wash,” he muttered, savoring the feel of her back in his arms.