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writingforfishes · 22 hours ago
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Hicvember: Fav Fandom and Anxiety
Another Gr1mm fic cause it still is my current favorite fandom to write hiccups for.
Fandom: Gr1mm Characters: M0nroe, Ros@lee, mention of N1ck Definitions/Lore: (reminder) Gr1mm-a person with the ability to see We5en when they don't want to be seen. Killers of We5en, historically. We5en-a person who has the "soul" of another creature/being. They can change forms with emotion (unseen by normal humans) or intentionally (seen by everyone) Inspired many fables from the Brother's Gr1mm, the namesake/family of those who have the ability to see them. Blutb@den-(singular: Blutb@d) The "Big Bad Wolf" Fuchsb@u- Fox-like We5en
CW:
pregnancy
anxiety hiccups
hunger hiccups
womb talk
unborn movement and hiccups
not hiccuping by the person pregnant
hiccups as a metaphor...again
grumpiness
very safe for work
not really kinky
Ros@lee slowly lowered herself onto the couch while putting the tea she’d made for herself on the side table. She had been on her feet for far too long for someone as heavily pregnant with triplets as she was.
It was her own doing. M0nroe had wanted to make dinner, but she knew he was frantically trying to make up a backlog of work. He’d gotten behind as he was preparing the house for the arrival of said triplets and accompanying Ros@lee to doctor’s appointments in addition to helping the local Gr1mm when he was needed.
Granted, N1ck had been very good about holding back on asking either of them for help until he had no other choice. In some ways this was a blessing, but Ros@lee knew M0nroe got something out of going on those cases with N1ck or helping him out. It was a double-edge sword for the clock maker not to have an outlet for his more animalistic We5en-centered energy.
He’d gotten so worked up he’d given himself a particularly feisty bout of hiccups. The apothecary could hear the sounds of them from his work bench as she sighed, propping her feet up on the coffee table as oven timer ticked from the kitchen.
The Blutb@d didn’t contract hiccups often but when he did it was a long and tiresome case. M0nroe’s hiccups tended to be induced by anxiety, forgetting to eat, or extreme frustration. Mostly, it was a combination with forgetting to eat being key to the hiccups’ arrival. Today, it was all three.
Cusses interspersed with hiccups came from the bench now. Ros@lee could hear shuffling and more cussing.
“Honey, why don’t you take a break? Come and have some tea with me in here while we wait for food to be ready?” Ros@lee asked hopefully.
“I ca-hup! can’t, dear! I huck’m! h—have to HULP’uh! finish this hu’up! this watch to—tomorrow,” he said as he struggled to say amid his current affliction. “Or I hmp! I have to re—reduce the hup!hnk! price hu’up! of the re-mk!-rep-hmk!-repair! Ugh!”
Oh, he had them bad. Ros@lee sighed as she rubbed her belly feeling the activity of life forming shape underneath the surface.
M0nroe’s reply had been a little sharp. She knew he wasn’t upset at her, but he was stressed and annoyed at his inability to focus. Perhaps, even, she considered, his hands weren’t steady with his hiccups jerking him around. She considered this with some compassion and let him be for a moment.
Then she felt a movement she specifically knew how to identify under her hand, and she got excited.
“M0nroe! C’mere!” she called.
“Are-hu’uh!-are you okay?” he said.
“Yeah-yeah, but you gotta come here, sweetie. Quick!” she said with a grin forming.
The vision of her husband at the end of the couch appeared and she couldn’t help but coo at his appearance. His eyes were dark underneath, and his hair was more disheveled than he usually ever let it get despite his curls.
He still had on his magnification glasses and held a very small pair of tweezers.
“Oh, sweetie. Did you even eat at all while I took a nap after the doctor’s visit this morning?” Ros@lee asked.
“Um hu’up!huck!” he answered absent mindedly rubbing his chest with the hand not holding the tool as he squinted his eyes in thought, wincing as another hard hiccup squeaked past his throat and threw his head back. “I gu-hi’imp! guess not. HILK!-ugh.”
“No wonder you’ve got the hiccups so bad. Come here. Sit beside me,” she insisted.
“Rosie, I’ve g-HU’UCK!uck!” M0nroe started to say when both the hiccups and Ros@lee interrupted him.
“I know but just sit beside me. Just for a second. I want you to feel something,” she insisted.
M0nroe hesitated through a couple more hiccups before sighing, taking his glasses off, and setting the tweezers down on the coffee table and he sat next to her. He’d already felt them moving, though it never got old to have confirmation of his future children’s existence as they gestated in his wife’s womb.
Now that he was sitting, Ros@lee could see how much M0nroe’s hiccups jostled him when they happened. She rubbed his back before wordlessly taking his hand and placing it where the sensation was the strongest.
“Do you feel that?” Ros@lee asked with a growing smile.
M0nroe frowned at the flutter he felt beneath his palm. He wasn’t familiar with the sensation. Kicking, he got. A body moving against his hands and fingers, a foot or hand pressing into his thumb, but this was different.
Ignoring the incessant spasms of his own diaphragm as it forced his muscles to contract painfully in his chest, he looked at Ros@lee.
“What hi’ilp! is th-hump’k!-that?” he asked.
Ros@lee grinned as she answered, “Hiccups.”
The Fucksb@u grinned even wider at M0nroe’s widening eyes. She felt his hand press down a little more then rub gently on the spot.
“They all get them pretty regularly these days,” she continued. “Sometimes all at once. Lemme tell you, three growing bodies hiccuping in staccato in my abdomen can be a little overwhelming at times. But they don’t usually last for too long.”
Ros@lee watched as M0nroe’s body continued to jerk as the flutters within her became a little more insistent. It was impossible to tell which of the three was hiccuping. They were having two boys and a girl, so the last ultrasound said. Whichever one was afflicted this time seemed to have them pretty decently.
“Is that no-herk!-normal for mk! them to b—e that fa-up!-ast?” M0nroe asked, as if his weren’t coming a mile a minute. Granted, the flutters were much faster.
Ros@lee nodded, “Yeah, they’re okay. Guess whoever this one is takes after his dad, huh?”
It was if it had just occurred to M0nroe that both he and his future child had the hiccups at the same time. Awe passed over his as his hand continued to caress the twitching form inside Ros@lee’s body. Ros@lee rubbed his shoulders with the same care M0nroe did on her belly.
For a moment the couple just sat there in the moment of emotion-filled repose.
“Th—they’re really hmk! really in th—ere, huh? We’re...mk!...we’re really go-hup!-gonna be parents.” he said softly.
“Yeah,” Ros@lee said. “We really are.”
M0nroe smiled. His eyes glistened with moisture. Ros@lee cooed again and put her hand against his face as he turned to her, jostling still with hiccups that seemed not to want to abate. Then M0nroe looked down again.
“It’s o—okay kiddo. HUP’K!-ugh!” he said, and laughed a little, throat tight in emotion. “They—they’ll stop hip! eventually. Papa’s here. MMK!”
“Mm,” Ros@lee said with a soft smile. “And papa needs to get something to eat because he’s grouchy and that’s why he has the hiccups so bad.”
M0nroe looked up, affronted. He sniffed a little and hiccuped again.
“I’m not huck!-not grouchy!” he said. Then he considered it, “Am I? Hulmpk!”
Ros@lee tilted her head at him.
“Yeah hip’k! I gues—guess I am. Hmk! Sorry,” he said. He kissed Ros@lee’s forehead and then bent down to kiss her stomach whispering ‘sorry’ again to the little hiccups fluttering inside.
“It’s okay,” Ros@lee reassured. “I know you’re just worried. The doctor reminding us how high-risk my pregnancy is today...I could tell it really got to you. It got to me, too.”
Moisture came back in M0nroe’s eyes as he nodded. He pulled her into a hug and Ros@lee let her body be embraced with a sigh. She could feel and hear how hard his hiccups pushed against his chest and body.
“Those sound painful,” she noted.
M0nroe shook his head on top of hers as he wiped tears away from his eyes.
“I’m okay h’puck!” he said as he winced.
“I hope so,” she said, leaning back to look at him. “Go eat something. Dinner’s not going to be done for another half-hour. It’s okay if you don’t get that watch done on time. Whoever it is will understand. And we can take the lesser pay. We’re fine. I need you to take care of yourself, Big Bad Wolf. Or Foxy Loxy is gonna be very upset.”
Ros@lee smirked as she teased him a little. It was only acceptable to bring up We5en fairytale counterparts if you were We5en.
“Hm,” M0nroe groused. “Is—is the sky falling hu’up! falling down al-huck!-ready?”
“Better not be. But if it is, we’ve been through worse. I love you,” she said, kissing him. “You and that big tender heart of yours.”
“I lo-UCK!...love-you-too,” he finished flatly with a roll of his eyes. “I’m go-hup!-going. I’m g-mmp!-going.”
Ros@lee watched as M0nroe ate an apple as he stood against the counter of the open kitchen. As predicted, his hiccups slowed to a stop. When she felt her stomach, whoever had been hiccuping before had stopped as well. She took a deep breath as she sipped her tea.
On days like this, she wished life was a little more predictable than it was. But at least she knew the hiccups always stopped eventually, M0nroe would never leave her side, and no matter what happened she would give the three forming souls inside her body the best chance at being alive.
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badlydrawnhouseki · 1 year ago
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uhhh character bingo 4 yellow diamond
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yellow dia sure is. um. yellow! i dont have many thoughts on them actually- they kind of faded to the back when i read it but idk! maybe ill change my mind on the reread
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saucetail-hasanewblog · 2 years ago
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WOOOOO U LOOK NICE :]
THANKUUU OPAL :^D here's a wet beast for you
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peapod20001 · 4 months ago
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@0pal-m0nroe 😎
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sloanevictor · 11 days ago
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Could you imagine losing your home, being sent on a death march to a zone you think is safe but ends up being bombed, and then taking your grandparents along with you while their medical needs go unmet?
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grass-s0fa · 4 months ago
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artfight is over so here’s my attacks from this year!!!
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featuring . . .
ziggyxtal’s Hoki, @0pal-m0nroe’s Syren, hunnipuff’s Saltie, kodyssandwich’s Davero, 2am_main’s Nicolas, @ruadri-arts + @valiantmade’s Avani and Marigold, keterjester's Carmine +lenny, boubid's Allie, moochupon's Zainy, koreuh’s December, and @blus-junk-drawer + YourLocalWindex's Zach Lukas and Atticus!!!
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angelicmonstersdiseasee · 9 months ago
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S4m M0nroe is my current goalspo. He's bmi 18.7 here, which isn't my ugw but it is my gw2. I know this because there's a weird amount of detail about how the actor lost 25 pounds (which is almost the exact amount I need to lose for my ugw) by only eating salad, taking vitamins and drinking water. If I don't hit my ugw by this coming Autumn, I will be trying that d1et.
I made a d1et themed around him, based on how much I need to lose and my schedule. (I can share it if anyone wants, I made a sheet for it). Debating making my account Sam themed
(I can't explain it but this film is like the boy version of Th1rteen. Sibling films, if you will)
In the mean time, M0nroesp0
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His c0llarbones, his r1bs, his th1n arms...
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nekioka · 1 year ago
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I figured I should make seperate post for attacks featuring blood and gore.
The characters belong to (in order): DustyStar (also featuring my Jelgris), DougieFluff, Toaster_Cat, rizzoto, couchbug, @0pal-m0nroe , ThatOfABeaver
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beaniebabs · 2 years ago
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The Garf (8/19/19, 9:28 pm)
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@0pal-m0nroe
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writingforfishes · 20 days ago
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Hicvember: Pinocchio
Fandom: Gr1mm Characters: M0nroe Ros@alee N1ck H@nk Ad@lind Glori@ (mentioned) DeEtt@ (mentioned) Definitions/Lore: Gr1mm-a person with the ability to see We5en when they don't want to be seen. Killers of We5en, historically. We5en-a person who has the "soul" of another creature/being. They can change forms with emotion (unseen by normal humans) or intentionally (seen by everyone) Inspired many fables from the Brother's Gr1mm, the namesake/family of those who have the ability to see them. Blutb@den-(singular: Blutb@d) The "Big Bad Wolf" Fuchsb@u- Fox-like We5en Hex3nbie5ts- Witch-like We5en
CW:
long hiccups
painful hiccups
fast hiccups
allegory for recovery group
mentions of past drug addiction
mentioned pregnancy
heterosexual relationship (tee)
adorable relationship dynamics
domestic tiff
mother-in-law tropes
“So, basically what you’re saying is anyone who touched the amulet would be affected,” H@nk said, the detective taking a deep, cleansing breath in a way he hadn’t been able to a moment before.
“Yes,” Ad@lind confirmed as she shifted back from her Hex3nbei5t form.
“Man, my chest hurts,” N1ck muttered. He rubbed his muscles with a wince.
“Yeah,” H@nk said, “but think of how lucky you are to have this happen now and not while you were still with Juli3tte. Man, the lies you told. We lie enough at our jobs as it is…”
N1ck winced for another reason as H@nk’s statement sunk in.
Ad@lind met his eyes with an equal amount of sympathy and mischievous amusement.
“You might have died from suffocation,” she quipped.
“Okay, okay,” N1ck protested holding his hands up to stave off any other reminders of how horribly he’d handled his past relationship. “Just glad it’s over.”
“As long as no one else touched the amulet no one else should be affected. I’ve nullified the magic so it won’t cause any...disturbances to anyone else again,” Ad@lind said, still handling the object delicately.
A beat passed between N1ck and H@nk before realization simultaneously donned on them and they said together, “M0nroe!”
“Crap,” Ad@lind sighed, knowing she’d have to now do the whole ceremony again. “I’ll...remake what I need and you get to him before it becomes a permanent affliction.”
***
N1ck and H@nk didn’t even bother to call Ros@lee before they showed up at her and M0nroe’s house. N1ck knocked on the door after turning an unsettled eye at H@nk. But M0nroe didn’t really lie all that much, right? Especially not to Ros@lee.
“Hey, guys,” Ros@lee said. Her pregnancy was just beginning to show through her clothes. It was early, but she was having triplets so it was no wonder she’d already had to buy maternity jeans.
“Hey, is M0nroe here?” N1ck asked.
“Uh. Yeah? You know, he’s not in a great mood, honestly. He’s...well it sounds a little silly but...he’s had this stubborn case of the hiccups for over three hours, now!” she said as she brushed her hair back from her face. “Poor guy…”
“Three hours?” H@nk said. He actually looked relieved.
“Yeah, that’s good,” N1ck confirmed.
Ad@lind had told them it took 12 hours for the spell to cause a chronic condition. Figures that it would take M0nroe a lot longer than two detectives to tell a lie to trigger it. Though N1ck was curious what it must have been. It wasn’t triggered by white lies or innocuous lies. It was only triggered by larger falsities, lies contradicting a person’s values and nature. In N1ck and H@nk’s line of work it didn’t take long to tell someone a life altering fib in order to get information, no matter the detective’s moral disagreement to it.
“Um, no, I still think three hours having hiccups is pretty bad,” Ros@lee insisted.
“What, no, yeah, of course it is,” H@nk confirmed.
“It’s a spell,” N1ck clarified.
“N1ck, M0nroe, and I found this amulet wedged in a cinder block at the construction site we were a couple of nights ago. Seemed innocent. N1ck stored it at his place to research later,” H@nk continued.
“Turns out, Ad@lind said it was a truth amulet. Anyone who touches it has to tell the truth or face the consequences,” N1ck said.
“Consequences…” Ros@lee said, eyes widening.
“Yeah,” H@nk picked up. “A nasty case of hiccups.”
“That don’t stop until either the person who told the lie tells the truth or the curse is lifted. H@nk and I were both triggered. But we were deep in a case and wouldn’t have been able to tell the truth to who we needed. Ad@lind had a way to nullify the effect as long as we were able to tell her when we told the lie that started it,” N1ck said. “If we’d hiccuped for more than 12 hours it would have been permanent.”
“Oh my god!” Ros@lee exclaimed. “That sounds terrible!”
“So, you remember M0nroe telling you any lies lately? Something big,” H@nk asked. “Unless he’s been talking to anyone else in the past 3 hours.”
“No,” Ros@lee said, frowning. “I...I don’t know. Lemme get him.”
Ros@lee went to the bottom of the stairs leading up to their room. M0nroe had thought taking a nap might calm the hiccups down, at least. It hadn’t worked in the least.
“M0nroe! N1ck and H@nk are here! It has something to do with your hiccups! It’s a spell!” Ros@lee yelled up.
She returned to the two detectives with her hands to her lower back in support of her belly’s weight and her spreading hips.
“Ad@lind’s on the way with supplies, by the way,” N1ck assured her. Ros@lee gave a worried nod.
“You guys sit down. I’ll make some coffee,” Ros@lee said distractedly.
N1ck and H@nk sat down in the living room. N1ck was on the couch and H@nk took the chair to the side of it. M0nroe’s footsteps landed hard and fast as he came down to the living room, a sound the boys had been made all too familiar with peppering his arrival.
“H—hey guys,” M0nroe said. He looked disheveled in sweat pants and a white shirt as he suppressed a hiccup deep within his throat and chest. He winced as he rubbed his chest. “Wh-HUCK!-what’s this abo-mk!-out a spell? HUP’M! Ugh…”
The Blutb@d rubbed his sternum again and sighed a breath before another hiccup attacked him. He sat down next to N1ck and the Gr1mm patted him on the back sympathetically.
“The amulet we found,” H@nk explained. He silently nodded to Ros@lee in tH@nks at the coffee.
“H@nk and I were both on a case, today. TH@nks,” N1ck said to Ros@lee as she handed him a mug as well.
N1ck couldn’t help but notice that M0nroe waved a hand to the coffee offering. He imagined if M0nroe had been experiencing the same acid reflux both he and H@nk had during their attack, coffee was the last thing M0nroe wanted.
“You remember the amulet we found yesterday?” N1ck asked.
“Yeah th-huck!-the on—one that looked hmp!-looked like an E—evil Eye except HUCK’M!-except not?” M0nroe asked.
“Water?” Ros@lee asked. And was it his imagination but did his wife’s demeanor seem a little chilly?
“Uh HU’UP! Yeah, my thr-uck!-throat’s killing me!” M0nroe suppressed another hiccup and swallowed with a wince.
“I bet it is,” Ros@lee said.
Oh, N1ck thought, Ros@lee had probably just figured out whatever lie it was M0nroe had told. H@nk had picked up on it too and widened his eyes in realization, looking down.
“Ad@lind said it was called the Eye of Truth,” N1ck explained. “Anyone who touches it is made to tell the truth or face the consequences.”
“Probably HU’UCK!-ugh. Probably why it hmp’mk!-was in a con—concrete block, huh? HUP! So, what consequ-HIGGUP!-ences?” M0nroe asked as Ros@lee came back with the glass.
“Hiccups!” Ros@lee said primly and put the glass of water in front of her husband down with more force than necessary on the coffee table. In a lower voice she said, close to his face, “And if they have them for more than twelve hours without telling the truth they have them forever…”
M0nroe’s eyes widened both at the information shared and at Ros@lee’s sudden demeanor change.
Ros@lee turned on her heel to head back to the kitchen.
“I’m going to make tea!” she announced sharply.
“Dude…” H@nk said in a low voice. “What did you do?”
M0nroe looked lost for a little bit. His hand pushed flat against his chest as he searched his mind for the moment he had lied to her. His stomach jolted out sharply and his entire body jumped with the power of the hiccups he’d endured for three hours. He let the squelchy catches of breath fill the room over the ticking of his clocks for a while as he tried to recall when they started. A hard one knocked his head back with a HNK’GUULK as recognition suddenly passed his features.
“Crap,” he said. “We were HUCK’LP!-were talking about hmk!-Ros@lee’s mo—mother.”
“Damn,” H@nk said in understanding. “Mother-in-laws. I’ve definitely had to deal with my share fair.”
“I said,” Ros@lee said, reappearing as she waited for the kettle to sound, “my mom would make a good grandmother for our kids. And M0nroe agreed. And then he caught the most aggressive bout of hiccups...hm...interesting…”
Ros@lee crossed her arms over her chest with a frown.
“I do-HUCK!-don’t thi—ink she wo-HU’UP!-wo-HUP!-uld ma-HMK!-make a b-HU’UP!HUP!-bad gr-MK!-grandmother!” M0nroe tried to argue.
N1ck patted his friend’s leg and shook his head.
“The hiccups get worse when you try to double-down,” H@nk explained.
M0nroe just winced in both mild pain and frustration.
“So you do think my mom would make a bad grandmother?” Ros@lee said, voice growing louder.
“No! HUP!HNK!HUCK’UP!” He grunted and rubbed his belly at the muscle ache. “Okay, yes. Hulp! But it’s HULP!-uh, not that sim—simple, okay? Can we HUP!-Can we talk ab—about this HUP’K!-this in private, please? HILP!”
For a moment everyone was quiet. N1ck and H@nk exchanged looks of discomfort as Ros@lee held her jaw hard in thought. The only sounds were M0nroe’s hiccups being muffled by his fist pressed against his mouth. His body jerked up violently as he looked at his wife in desperation.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s go to our room,” Ros@lee said softly. Her jaw relaxed a little.
“I’ll-uh-text Ad@lind what we found out,” N1ck said. “She’ll be on her way shortly...I hope.”
Ros@lee nodded stiffly and followed her husband to their room on the second floor.
***
When M0nroe arrived he sat heavily on the corner of the bed. Ros@lee paced a little, running her hand through her hair as she watched her husband battle the spasms that attacked his body. Her anger softened even more at the way M0nroe cradled an arm along his stomach and rubbed his forehead tiredly.
Fuchsb@u were quick to anger, but they were also quick to change their minds. While not all Fuchsb@u were the same, obviously, this genetic trait seemed pretty prevalent in Ros@lee.
She finally sat next to him as he struggled to figure out how to word whatever he was trying to say, hiccups barging in as he stuttered. He was getting frustrated and Ros@lee could feel that. She laid a comforting hand to his back and rubbed his shoulders.
“Take your time,” she whispered.
M0nroe sighed and closed his eyes. He rode out a few more hiccups, catching gulpily in his throat, before speaking.
“Glori@ is—isn’t a bad person. HUP!” he started, calling Ros@lee’s mom by her first name. “But...mmk! Do you know h—how hard it is for HUP’K!-for someone like m-HEEP!-me to go We—We1der?”
Ros@lee thought for a moment. M0nroe hadn’t told her a lot about the process of becoming We1der, a program originated to help predatory We5en with their aggressive tendencies. Basically, it was a group facilitating a completely different relationship with inherent violent instincts which defined what being a Blutb@d, or any other number of predatory We5en, meant.
Instead of sacrificing himself to his natural inclination to kill living things and fight those he saw as weaker than him, M0nroe had taught himself to redefine who he was at the core of his being. He’d stripped out as much of the ‘addiction’, for lack of a better word, to cave to his base cravings as he could. It was why he was vegetarian. It was why he focused so hard on music and special interests and exercising and clocks and...Ros@lee. It kept him on the good path. It kept him from hurting anyone. It kept him sane.
He didn’t do this alone. He did this through We1der teaching facilitated by a group leader and within a group of people, We5en, who experienced the same urges as himself and the same desire to gain control. It hadn’t been easy. It hadn’t been pretty. But it was important to him that he honor his growth as much as possible. There-in came the complication who was Glori@, Ros@lee’s mom.
“I-I mean, no,” Ros@lee finally answered. “But I don’t understand what that has to do with—”
“Pity,” M0nroe said. His diaphragm defied him again and he grunted with the deep hiccup that caused his muscles to convulse and his breath to hitch. “Glori@ looks a—at me with hup!-pity. It’s hu’up!, it’s always been th-hnk!-that way. I recogn-ip!-ise it. You’re sis—sister too, but hmp!-but that’s just De—DeEtt@, I th-hmp!-ink.”
Ros@lee nodded at that, at least. DeEtt@ was the master of a look of derision. But her mom? Ros@lee silently considered what M0nroe had said.
Pity seemed like a pretty innocuous expression until you considered where it came from. There was an inherent arrogance in pity. People pitied because they thought someone else was in a lower place than themselves. It was different if the target of the pity was someone in a genuinely bad situation. But if they were just living their lives in the best possible way and someone pitied them for it, that felt like a direct attack on the way they were choosing to live. M0nroe was thriving; Glori@ had no reason to pity him.
But, the more Ros@lee thought about it the more she realized she could remember the exact look M0nroe was talking about. It wasn’t subtle, either. During her own struggles with drug addiction, that same look of pity, disappointment, and arrogant judgment appeared in her mom’s face more than once.
“I just hup!” M0nroe said, filling the silence as Ros@lee processed what he’d told her. “I just d-hmk!-don’t want our kids hulp!-kids to b—be judged if himp’k!-they decide to mk!-to take the same p—path as me. If they ne-ip!-eed a little help. It’s their deci—ision, obviously. But the thought of mk!-of their gran—grandmother judging them? Doesn’t hup!-doesn’t sit right with me. I—I’m sorry hmp!”
“No, you’re right,” Ros@lee said. “I...if it helps I don’t think she even knows she does it. But I know that look. Every time I came back from a bender she had that look. It made me feel like I would never be good enough. I had no idea she was using that look with you.
“She,” she sighed, “She’s asked me before about you being We1der.”
M0nroe looked surprised. He didn’t know that.
“Yeah. She seemed confused. I explained it but...my mom is really big on connecting to the We5en part of her. I think maybe...she thought you were denying part of yourself. And I thought, you know, I thought I explained it enough to dissuade her but…maybe not,” Ros@lee admitted. “She relented, finally, saying that at least I won’t have to worry about cleaning up as much blood. Guess she really didn’t think about us working with a Gr1mm.”
M0nroe laughed, body softly jumping with his fading hiccups.
“Or that I’m hup! I’m the one who d—does the laundry?” he teased.
Ros@lee laughed at that.
“Which I tH@nk you immensely for,” she said.
He smiled.
“I...wish you had felt like you could have told me this. I understand why you thought you couldn’t. And I probably should’ve told you about her and my conversation, too. I just didn’t want you to feel...well...like you already feel,” Ros@lee said with a shake of her head and a sad smile.
M0nroe huffed in amusement.
“I guess this means we aren’t the perfect couple everyone thinks we are?” he lamented.
“Bite your tongue, Blutb@d,” Ros@lee teased. “Of course we are. Otherwise you would’ve had the hiccups for all of eternity instead of feeling safe enough...eventually...to tell me the truth. Which I appreciate.”
“True…” M0nroe said with a nod. “Speaking of which.” He gave a big breath. “They are finally gone!”
“TH@nk goodness!” Ros@lee said.
“Yeah, they were really starting to hurt,” M0nroe grumbled.
“Well, yeah. But also...I wouldn’t have gotten a wink of sleep!” Ros@lee joked.
They both shared some laughter.
“Okay, I think I heard Ad@lind come in,” Ros@lee said. “Unless you want to be stuck having to tell the truth for fear of hiccuping chronically for the rest of your life I guess it would be a good idea to nullify this thing, huh?”
M0nroe nodded enthusiastically.
“I would definitely appreciate that. Although, I’ve also learned my lesson. It’s not like...I’m not going to start lying or anything…” he said nervously.
“Calm down, dear. I’m a Fuchsb@u. We live on lies,” Ros@lee said with a grin.
M0nroe looked at her suspiciously.
Ros@lee offered no comment, just an inquisitive look back. The expression devolved into laughter, though.
M0nroe laughed nervously, still not convinced it had all been a joke. Ros@lee just shook her head in amusement at the response.
“I’ll talk to my mom tomorrow. She needs to know how you feel and how her judgment affects people,” Ros@lee said.
“You don’t need to do that,” M0nroe protested, rising as she did from the bed.
“Yeah, I do. I want our kids to feel safe no matter what. I need her to know how important it is for me to fully accept our children. If our kids turn out to be Blutb@d, even just one, I need them to know they’ll be supported no matter what. It’s important,” Ros@lee said.
“I love you,” M0nroe said.
“Love you, too.”
They kissed.
“See?” M0nroe said pointing to himself. “I really do love you! No hiccups!”
“Better not be…” she said with a grin.
M0nroe kissed her again with a dopey grin before they went downstairs to nullify any future impacts of the spell on M0nroe’s poor, abused diaphragm.
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tqmlecherocuki · 2 years ago
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White board stuff with frens @/0pal-m0nroe (first, blue) and @/astrvniac (third, green). :D
How tf do you draw Shadow the hedgehog. I am so sorry.
You are not immune to catperson propaganda.
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saucetail-hasanewblog · 2 years ago
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yo, i'm so sorry that you got sick <:[ wishing u a good recovery!! <:]
THANK U!!! I appreciate it!!!!
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peapod20001 · 5 months ago
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@0pal-m0nroe the less crunchy version…
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sloanevictor · 4 days ago
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Nedaa's family hasn't gotten any donations in 6 days.
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“My support through the Fund Me platform has stopped, and I want to share that I have withdrawn all the funds I raised to cover the essential needs of my family. I used this assistance to support my mother and father and to provide for their basic necessities in these challenging times.
Today, I am in urgent need of your help once again to continue caring for my family and ensuring they have what they need to survive. Any contribution, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in our lives. Thank you to everyone who stood by me and supported me before. I hope to find your kindness and generosity with me once more.”
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carbonateddelusion · 6 months ago
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oooo have some doodles I've compiled
characters in the first image all belong to @bellhopping
silly guy in the bikini top belongs to @eliotdrew-blog
the Joseon dragon belongs to @0pal-m0nroe
annnd the hyena-dog and the protogen belong to friends of mine on discord! everybody else is mine :3
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grass-s0fa · 1 year ago
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All my artfight attacks from this year 🙏
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Characters in order: Nova (@sugarwyns), Shoko, Orion (@puggybut), Fernanda, Pink Tourmaline (@0pal-m0nroe), Myles (@autumnalarchives)
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