#The good doctor is in rawr

[authorjennieelaine]

"Hey, we're a local art gallery and we're doing a book illustrator show this January"

"oh cool!"

"we would like you to be in it"

"oh yes please!"

"you'll need six illustrations and only four can be from your book. Two need to be new works"

"hell yeah, imma draw my crazy antagonist and make her hot"

"what"

[aealzx]

*gestures vaguely * Driving makes me daydream, and while I was plotting out/daydreaming about my Phantom Rogues fic the opening of Demon Slayer came on and brain decided to derail for 2 days before I ran out of steam. So here's all I managed from that spurt of a distraction X'D ( this must be why I never manage to finish big projects ._. )

all concept ideas under the cut. People are free to spiral off this if they want

Sam and Tucker were supposed to be part of the pic too, but I ran out of steam for this idea |D they were in the rough

I'm just gonna list unsorted bullet point ideas I had for this X'D

The "Fentons" are a mixed nationality family (Maddie is from overseas) so the kids both have 2 names. Why? Because I wanted to try giving them JP names based off their actual names. Daniel means "god is my judge" so that one was really hard and I just went with what I have up there. Jasmine = jasmine, so I went with "jasmine kid" hehee. and the characters for Haruki are "warmth" and "precious" because I'm a sap

backstory ideas:

Maddie is a Hashira, because branching from the idea of "really good demon slayer family" Jack is probably just a good lower member of the corp

Jazz was taught from a young age, but wasn't really into it until Danny was born. Eventually becomes newest Hashira with the drive to protect Danny

Danny has been trained by parents a bit, but way behind Jazz because not the best health. Fluctuates drastically in health, so fairly introverted and overshadowed by older sister

Sam is from one of those .... onmyouji? families. The ones that fight demons with sigils and chants and stuff instead of swords.

Tucker is from a science doctor family, and is just a guy compared to the rest, but also an encyclopedia brain.

Sam and Tucker met Danny because their families were asked to help him out on different occasions, and Sam and Tucker tagged along at some point and befriended Danny

The whole demon thing

Danny was home alone, and supposed to show up to Jazz's hashira ceremony party thing, but never did

Jazz and fam return to find house broken up and bloody, but no sign of Danny. Jazz recognizes a rather odd sigil paper as belonging to Sam, and goes to the three's little hideaway house

Sam and Tucker have newly demonized Danny trapped in a barrier, and he's fluctuating between responding to them and just being rawr

Seeing Jazz is what motivates Danny to fully push into docile demon mode, but only after breaking out of the barrier and tackling her, then crying on her

Jazz, Sam, and Tucker all decide oh hell no we're not taking demon brother to very "murder all demons" parents, so end up going on the run while trying to figure out how to cure Danny

Sam and Tucker are the main ones trying to figure out a cure because they've both been interested in studying more about demons than their parents are happy with since they were kids

[woso-dreamzzz]

Surgery

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You're in charge

You're there, the day that Mami hurts her knee.

She's running with you in her arms right after training and then all of a sudden, you're both on the ground. She's managed to roll so her weight doesn't crush you but only part way because your head bounces painfully on the grass.

You're slightly disorientated when you're pulled from Mami's arms by Mami's girlfriend Ingrid. You shake your head and then burst into tears when you notice all of the people around Mami.

You cry and cry and cry and force yourself under Ingrid's shirt so you can listen to her heartbeat at the same time as hiding yourself away from everything.

Mami spends a long time with the team doctor and you sob into Ingrid as she tries to look after you. She knows something bad though. You know that she knows what bad thing has happened to Mami but she just won't tell you.

You know she knows because she calls your Abuela and Abeulo and they never get called for anything that isn't serious.

Mami comes out on crutches and you cry even more.

"Hey," She coos to you," I'm okay. What are you crying about?"

"I hurted you!" You say through your tears," Hurted you real bad!"

"You didn't hurt me," Mami promises," I just had a little accident but that's alright. I'm going to have surgery and it's all going to be okay."

It doesn't sound like she'll be okay at all.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"We're just going to have to help Mami out for a bit," Ingrid says," We're going to have to look after her."

"Like you and Mami look after me?"

"Yes."

Mami ends up getting surgery within a few days. Ingrid's getting ready to fly to Sweden to play Rosengard but she manages to be there for Mami's surgery.

Abuela and Abuelo are there too.

"Mami," You say softly as you climb up onto her bed," Is it going to take long?" You speak quietly because Mami's Ingrid is sleeping, eyes closed like a Disney princess as she holds Mami's hand tight in her own.

"Probably about an hour," Mami replies," Why? Are you worried?"

You shake your head. "I'm being very brave," You say to her because that's what Ingrid told you you were being a few nights ago when she tucked you into bed.

"You are being brave," Mami agrees," My brave little lion cub."

You make your hands into claws. "Rawr!"

Mami does the same with a smile. "Rawr!"

"Hmm," Ingrid shifts in her sleep, blearily opening her eyes to study you both," Are you being lions again?"

"Rawr!" You say and she smiles.

"What a brave little lion cub," She says, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes," Is this lion cub hungry?"

You nod and she fishes some snacks out of her bag, slapping Mami's hands away when she tries to take some.

"No," Ingrid says sternly," You can't eat anything until after surgery. Here, cub, for you."

"Thank you, Ingrid." You lean over Mami to kiss Ingrid's cheek and then you say to Mami for good measure," You can't eat these because of your knee. It needs to be fixed first."

Mami's knee gets fixed and, when she comes home, she naps with Bagheera while you and Ingrid make lunch.

"Alright," Ingrid says that evening as she tucks you into bed," I've got a very special job for you."

Being tucked into bed was usually a job for Mami and Ingrid but Mami is still hurt so she gives you your kisses and bedtime snuggles in the living room before letting Ingrid take you to bed.

"I can do the special job."

"Well," Ingrid says, sitting against your pillows with you," I need to go away for a few days."

"To play Rosengard," You supply.

"Yes, to play Rosengard. And well I'm away, I'm going to need you to look after your Mami."

"I can look after Mami," You confirm, nodding.

"Very good." Ingrid tucks you in nice and tight, pulling your blankets up to your chin. "It's a very special job. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather ask to do it."

You smile. "Love you, Ingrid!"

"Love you too!"

With Ingrid gone the next day, it means that you're in charge and you tell Mami so when you stand in front of her with your arms crossed over your chest.

"You have to do what I say," You tell her," 'Cause you don't have a knee anymore and Ingrid put me in charge."

Mami laughs. "I still have a knee."

"Don't lie!" You say," Ingrid says I'm in charge and Ingrid's the boss!"

Mami laughs again. "That's right. Ingrid is the boss."

You nod. "And I'm the littler boss so you have to do what I say."

"Alright," She says," What are you telling me to do?"

You think for a moment. "You have to stay still," You say eventually," And look after your leg that doesn't have a knee. It needs lots of love to regrow your knee."

You nod decisively like you've just solved a global issue and clamber up to sit next to Mami. You pat her on the head and wave your finger in her face. "No moving. I get drinks!"

Most of your day is spent sitting with Mami watching movies and telling her off when she tries to move. Ingrid left you in charge and you tell Mami not to move so she's being bad when she tries to.

You tell her as much and it makes her sit back down.

You watch the match Ingrid is at together and celebrate when Barcelona win six goals to none.

"You have to stay still!" You say to Mami when she moves a bit too much in celebration. "You don't have a knee!" You lean down to her bandaged leg and give it a little kiss like she and Ingrid do to your cuts when you get hurt.

"Ingrid will be mad if you keep ignoring me!" You declare," You have to not move!"

"Okay, lion cub," Mami says. She drags a hand through your hair before cupping your face. "You're doing such a good job looking after me, thank you."

"You're welcome, Mami. Do we call Ingrid now?"

"We can call Ingrid."

Ingrid picks up on the second ring and her smiling face greets you and Mami.

"Hi, my girls," She says," Has Mami been good?"

"She keeps trying to move," You report," But I stopped her!"

"Very good, lion cub!" Ingrid says," I know you'd be the best for the job."

You beam at her and Mami brushes a hand through your hair softly.

"She's the very best," Mami says," My best girl."

"When are you coming home, Ingrid?" You ask," Mami can't tuck me into bed."

"I'll be home tomorrow," Ingrid promises you," I miss you both very much. Why don't you keep Mami company in our bed tonight? That way she doesn't need to tuck you in."

"Okay! I'll sleep with Mami in your bed!"

"In that case-" Mami pats you on the head and guides you to your feet "- Why don't you go and grab your pyjamas and get ready? We can have bedtime snuggles in my bed."

"Okay!" You scamper off down the hall before turning around again and pointing a finger at Mami. "Don't move! I have to help!"

"Okay, lion cub," Mami says," I won't move."

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 10: Care

SWTOR

Pairing: Theron Shan X Eva Corolastor

Rating: T (for Tarty at the end)

Word count: 1660. (it got legs and ran off with me; I'll probably re-edit this later to include in a larger part of my fic series)

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After Action Report:

Submitted by EC, Captain of Virtue’s Thief, Supposed Commander of the Alliance, Fugitive of the Sisterhood of the Three Moons, Goddess of Grandolba VI, Grand Poomba of –

Koth struck that last one out, as well the other honorifics she included thereafter, which got more ridiculous as they went; even if they were true, she was just doing that to annoy Lana.  (He left the goddess thing, because that was just cool.)

Initial reconnaissance and contact communications unremarkable. The Star Fortress over Belsavis, former Republic secret prison planet, did not have any indications of irregularity prior to Mission 3401, parts A, B, C – contact, supply, then sabotage and destruction of defensive bunker in preparation for infiltration and subsequent destruction of local Star Fortress, as detailed in Mission 3401D.

However, it was soon discovered that the Eternal Empire had retained some of the additional defenses when it came to the planetary bunker.  Once the bunker was accessed, all non-Eternal Empire ships in the atmosphere were shot down.  Agent Shan and Pilot Vortena as well as their Alliance shuttle were already planetside, awaiting further contact with Captain Corolastor and Shan’s contact on plant, K’Krohl.

During the barrage, one of the spacecraft shot down from orbit crashed onto the bunker itself, while the Captain was still inside. 

Koth frowned at the description that ensued.  “Eva, this is …sorta boring.”

“The way you tell it, it gets increasingly dramatic, heroic, and superhuman,” she replied to him as she walked up the hallway toward the private room in medbay.

From what Eva had seen through the smoke and a panicking Whiphid flailing his arms next to her, Theron had crouched low and then rose with the debris across his shoulders, before raising it up over his head in in a fit of adrenaline, allowing Eva and K’krohl to escape to a waiting Koth.

Somehow, even with two torn biceps and every ligament, tendon, and muscle in his legs strained or sprained, Theron had made it back to the shuttle under his own power.

He hadn’t made it back off without assistance.  Now he thought he was going to be discharged to his own quarters.  Fat chance, Eva had told the doctor. 

Meanwhile, Koth had already launching into an expansive retelling for the benefit of the nurses and orderlies in the hallway.  “And then he just – rawr!”  Koth tried to approximate the noise Theron had made. 

Theron pretended to be deaf as a stone while he sat in his hospital bed impatiently, waiting for his discharge.  He had his datapad in his hands, on his lap (someone had positioned it specially so he could work and …not move anything vital).  He pointedly ignored Koth and any of “ooh”s and “ahh”s he generated from his audience. 

Theron…had never been a good or willing patient; the scars he chose instead of proper medical aftercare were well-known to her.  He wasn’t going to get away with it this time.  Especially not after the manner in which he’d gotten injured.

Eva finally caught his eye as she leaned against the doorframe.  “Hey.”

“Yoo-oo,” she replied with a wave.  “How are you feeling?” she asked, quietly. 

Theron’s eyes softened at her inquiry, but Koth cut in.  “How do you think he feels, lifting a starship –”

“It was a shuttle.  Just the front end,” Theron protested with an eyeroll, but nothing was going to deter Koth from his dramatic retelling to those gathered in the hallway. 

The doctor on duty came in and exchanged a look with Eva.  “Are you sure he’s going to be that uncooperative?”

“Absolutely.  He has a track record.”

That caused Theron’s expression to go from annoyed to more than slightly concerned at what his secret girlfriend had planned. 

The doctor checked Theron’s vitals and his present disposition.  “Blood pressure is a little high,” she commented. 

Theron shrugged.  “I’ll take a pill for it.   Not like I can switch careers right now.” 

“Yeah, we’re sort of locked in at the moment.” The Togruta swiped through Theron’s chart.  “All right.  No heavy lifting for two weeks, no ambulatory activity without assistance for one week.  Kolto helps a lot, and your job… isn’t supposed to be high impact, but let’s not fool ourselves here.”  The doctor made eye contact with Theron.  “If you can keep your hands off a datapad for three days, that would help.”    She pointedly glared at the tablet in his lap. 

Theron almost reached up to touch the implants on the left side of his head to port the information up, but Eva had been quick to lay hands on his bandaged upper arm – the very muscles that were being knit back together by kolto as they spoke.  “That’s a no go.”

Theron glared furiously at the bandages, but he said nothing other than “I understand,” in a calm tone. 

Eva knew he wasn’t mad at the doctor or her.  He was angry at his traitorous, painfully mortal body.  He usually was, whether these setbacks happened.  It’s why he got back to work as soon as possible; he thought it was his own failing when he couldn’t work.  That’s what he was planning to do right now.

Not this time. 

The doctor handed her datapad over to Eva.  “I commend him to your care.”

“What?” Theron asked, immediately.

Eva pocketed the datapad and motioned for Koth’s audience to come in and start patient transport procedures.  “Since you evidently can’t be trusted to obey doctor’s orders and not work, you’re gonna recover under my direct supervision on Virtue’s Thief.  I’m taking some personal days to make sure my ops manager is back on track.”

He stared at her.  “That’s highly inappropriate.  I should be discharged to my own quarters –”

“But you suck at following doctor’s orders,” Eva reminded him.  “And I’m not letting you add new scars to your collection.  So you’re going to be forced to take a break.” 

“There will be talk on base, and I don’t want – ”

“Theron, the only thing they’re gonna talk about is you not working for once.” 

By that point, Theron’s bed was already hovering out the door toward the docks, rather than to his personal quarters high up in the main building of the base, flanked by multiple medical personnel to make sure he didn’t try to make a break for it anyway.  Eva strolled along side, watching as his expression grew increasingly sullen as he realized his standard “recovery” wasn’t happening.

“And where are you going to sleep?” he asked, sharply. 

Eva smirked.  “I’ve only been captain for nine, ten years now.  I slept in crew quarters for the first sixteen.  I know which bunk creaks.”

“What if –”

“Theron, this whole thing was Lana’s stupid idea anyway.  If she can’t handle it herself for three days, then maybe she shouldn’t have cooked up a galactic revolution to overthrow the Eternal Empire in the first place,” Eva told him gaily. 

Everyone around them knew she was wheedling the strait-laced ops manager; it was a consistent part of their banter since he’d shown up on Odessen.  The Captain would flirt with that durasteel wall, and he’d keep things on track, much to the amusement of Lord Beniko.  He was impervious to her charms….or so they thought.

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Eva brought a tray in for supper – stirfry with Kodari rice.  She’d served it up for him on Yavin 4, ages ago. 

Theron was still grumpy, even as he looked with interest at supper.  “I’m an adult.  I don’t need a babysitter.”

“You need someone to take care of you, while you’re injured.”  Eva placed the tray on the nightstand on Theron’s side of the bed.  “And it’s the least I can do for you saving my life –”

“You… you would have found your own way out.  I just got impatient.”  His eyes dropped down toward his lap.  Jedi humility and SIS duty combined to make a neat cover for his feelings.

“Were you just impatient?” Eva asked, teasingly, as she unrolled the flatware from the napkin.  She shook it out with a jerk and tucked into the top of Theron’s shirt. 

“No,” he said quietly.  His hands, resting on his lap twitched.  They wanted to reach for her, but could not.  Should not.  Eva decided to delay dinner.

Carefully, she draped herself in his lap, so that those anxious hands found the way to her with minimal motion, and Theron finally was able to hold her close.  She’d held him on the shuttle, head in her lap, the pain obvious on his face, as Koth flew off like a man possessed…but in the rush to medical, he hadn’t been able to touch her.  Have evidence she was alive and unharmed. 

“I – I didn’t want you to die.  I couldn’t stand it.”  Theron drew in an uneasy breath, and his hands clutched at her, as her arms carefully hugged him around his neck.  “I love you.”

“And the fact that I love you is why you’re here.”  Eva drew back just far enough to look him in the eye.  “Or is this still too close?  Too vulnerable for you?”

There would always be a pause.  That’s just how he was.  But she always did crack open those defenses, slowly but inevitably, like her old omnitool.  Theron shook his head. 

She smiled. 

“Dinner then?” he asked, hopefully.

With a laugh, Eva hauled herself up and got to the business of feeding Theron his dinner; he couldn’t use his arms to do it himself.  “Are you actually going to go sleep in crew quarters?” he asked, halfway through.

Eva paused, fork halfway between them.  “If you want me to,” she replied, honestly.  “Might make it easier for your to sleep and get comfortable.”

He solemnly nodded, then his expression was all mischief.  “You know, not all of my muscles were injured –”

Her laughter cut off the end of his salacious come-on. 

Dessert that evening was very creative. 

[gamequeenanya]

Brainstorming Ideas (Ler!William, Lee!Henry)

Summary: Henry feels like no matter what, he can't hold on to an idea he likes cause it brings him no joy. Perhaps William can fix that? (Pre-FNAF 4) (Tickle fic)

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Working in his lab, Henry wiped away some sweat that had gathered on his forehead. He'd been working all day on ideas, but felt crushed by the realization that as soon as he wrote them down, they meant nothing to him.

William came in, big smile on his face. He patted Henry on the back.

"It's been a fine day, old chum!" He clicked his tongue as he looked at Henry's blueprints. "A snake animatronic? Really? We want to draw children in, not scare their mothers away!"

Henry sighed. "I know… I'm sorry, William. I just haven't been able to think of a good idea recently."

Putting his hands on his hips, William looked at him skeptically. "Is that so? Well, perhaps I can help out. What's been troubling you?"

He hesitated for a second, distrusting William for an instant. Did he really want William to know? … Well, he had no real reason to mistrust William, given he'd never steered him wrong in the past. He shook those feelings away.

"It-it's my wife. She says I've been spending too much time with Charlie and that Sammy needs my attention too." He tapped his fingers on the desk, getting into a rhythm. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. "I suppose she's right… Perhaps we should all have a picnic together or something. What do you think?"

William thought about it and nodded. "That sounds splendid."

"So, yeah. I'll call her before I get out of work."

Leaning closer, William hummed. "Perhaps you should relax more. It's a stuffy garage in here. You need a fan so you do not overheat."

Henry nodded. "You're right…" He laughed. "Hah! That never crossed my mind."

William got even closer, tapping his fingers on Henry's sides. "And you know? You also need to laugh more. It gets the creativity flowing!"

"Ha! Hahah!" He laughed, pushing at William's fingers. "Stahahp!"

"Aw, you are ticklish~! How very convenient."

"WILLIAHAHAHAHAM!" He squealed, as the fingers dug into his sides more.

"Yes, dear Henry?" He said smugly.

"HAHAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAAAH!" He finally pushed his hands away, breathing heavily. "William! A-are you sure about that…?"

"Hmmm? Sure about what?"

Henry looked at him seriously. "You said that laughing helps the creativity flow. Is that true…?"

William shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm not a doctor." He slowly tickled the back of his neck, making him hide it between his shoulders. "What I do know… Hm. Is that when I am feeling happy, I feel more inspired to do my creations. After my family and I had a tickle fight for instance, it improved my mood and helped me think of the idea for Spring Bonnie! I'm not a psychiatrist… All I know is that it worked for me."

Henry blushed, a little embarrassed. "Hah! W-well alright. Uh, William? Do you think you could do that again? Maybe you're right…"

Coming in again, William tapped his fingers along his ribs, making sure he did it carefully and methodically. This was enough to have Henry wrap his arms around himself and curl up.

"HAAHAHAAHAAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAAP! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAEASE!"

"There is no stopping the tickle monster! Rawr!" He said childishly, with a T-Rex grin. Swirling circles now, he moved up and down his ribs even faster.

"HAHAAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAAA! NAHAHAAHAT THAHAHAHAAHAT!"

"Hmm…" William thought. "Perhaps we should name an animatronic, "Squealing Henry"!"

"DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN'T!" He whined.

"Yes! Actually I like that idea. I'm writing it down right now!" He moved and carefully slipped his shoes and socks off. Then he put his feet into a headlock. Next, he picked up a marker from the desk and wrote down the words "Squealing Henry" on both his feet. It was a fine tip marker, so the tickles were more than effective.

Blushing, Henry kicked, but knew he couldn't get loose if he tried. "HAHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEHEHEEHEHEHEHAN!"

"Oh? Just like how it was mean when you wrote on my feet during that New Year's Party?"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEE! IHIHIHIT WAS FOUR NUMBERS!!!" He protested. William nodded.

"Four numbers? Indeed. Four numbers on each foot. Um, what was it again? 1982: the same year we founded this company. 1982… Hmmm… I think we should write that down."

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAA!" Henry squealed again as William wrote the year "1982" on each foot. After he was done, he put the marker down and admired his work.

"Hmm… Nah. I don't think this will work." William looked at the writing critically. "Squealing Henry 1982? What was I thinking??"

And then William got a wet washcloth nearby and scrubbed the ink off. Henry shrieked and squawked, holding his stomach and kicking.

"HAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAAA! WILLIAM!!!!"

"Hahaha! Well, what can you do?" He shrugged nonchalantly. Finishing up, he tossed the washcloth aside. Henry caught his breath, lying on the floor. "At least you experienced the rush of creativity flowing through your veins!"

After a while, Henry had recovered enough to get up.

"You're right…" he said. "W-well, I think that's quite enough! Hah haah… T-thanks."

William nodded, and wrapped his arms around Henry, hugging him tight.

"Good luck, and remember Henry: you're my best friend."

He smiled. "You're mine too."

"No one else's."

"Of course."

Letting go, William waved goodbye to Henry, who waved back with a smile. He stood by the doorway a while after he left, and wondered if it would work. This idea of his.

So Henry set to work, now with a happy energy flowing through him, and came up with four basic animatronic designs he liked. He wasn't sure if it would be their final draft, but it was an idea he still smiled at after he got it on paper. And maybe that was enough.

[inconsideratekidney]

10/17/24

hey gamers,

i wanna be a gamer, i wanna be up in here gaming on a thursday afternoon, double-monitored up, hella snacks.

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yoohoo big summa blowout. it's fall and it's amazing. loving my sweater moments because i exist in sweater weather. it is a time for seasonal depression, but also for cute and bulky sweaters! my favorite accessory. I consider them accessories because they are very much a part of my outfit. i am my outfit. i am the main attraction. just kidding...the sweater is the main attraction, i'm not that egotistical...

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anyway....i don't have much to say to be honest. i have talked to people and had my fill of spill-ing out my brain. i am content with my state of mind right now (i have no big assignments due tonight or tomorrow night). i am stressed about next week with 2 midterms and more big work coming in.

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the adhd brain is such an interesting thing--how can one be so distracted and yet not be able to distract oneself when necessary? trauma is one thing, but intrusive thoughts are so dumb and stupid. why have a brain if it can't function well enough to do what you tell it to do?

figures, i have so much on my plate and so much death in mind. my uncle's, my friend from high schools--which makes me think of the students last year who died and all others, and liam payne from one direction???? like what???? that's crazy. i can't strip that down for him the same anymore. wtf. like i can't take death in general, but this one is so different. it's like when cameron boyce died. so young and so out of the blue. i was shocked when i heard the news and it's just so terrible. fucking TMZ, ofc they posted a partial picture of his body, like wtf. no composure/demeanor like my interpreting gang knows. just odd behavior.

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i am into watching House MD and honestly it's so interesting. my mom was on general hospital and dr. quinn medicine woman, which i'm sure no one knows about and probably one other show i can't remember, but i am into House right now. i like the dynamic, for now, and might get sick of it soon, though, cause i've been watching it a lot lately and might be overindulging. it's whatever. the show is witty and informative. i enjoy seeing the ways that the doctors develop their personalities and i wish there was a bit more drama relating to each of the doctors, but it's mainly about house and his group of doctors. oh shwell. maybe i am more into drama hospital shows than i thought. my youtube shorts feed sure thinks i am (and i keep liking them). i hate algorithms sometimes.

i have been instagram-free for a couple of years now! and tik tok free for some handful of months! but i am terribly addicted to youtube shorts.....

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rock, paper, scissors, says shoot! i picked scissors what did you pick

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give me good recommendations for a laptop. i will bother everyone about this. i want a good computer that runs windows. pretty pls. my computer is giving me such a headache and i hate it. just anything with windows and that is somewhat light and somewhat cheap pretty pls. :prayer hands:

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rawr. i am the evil tiger of the wicked west. i will be taking all of your cookies. mwhahahhhahhaahhaha. om nom nom. they're mine now and in my belly. mmmm mmmmm. yummy.

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i need a brain break. rahhh hiyaa.

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tips on how to go insane?

step one: exist

step two: do life

step three: repeat.

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td:lr?

um, not much folks.

not much this time

gamer

(sweat)er

talking and death

house md and addiction

lappytoppy

mushy brain

sanity

need a break, goodnight

kD :3

[treetownconfessions]

how i think each htf would react to you coming out as trans ❤️:

cuddles: you are?? i had no idea! you look just like a boy..... or i mean, um, a girl? whichever one you're going for, i meant.. haha... ha.

toothy: oh. well that's cool.. will this affect us riding bicycles together

giggles: ohhhh wow that's great ^_^ what kind of trans are you?? are you girl trans or boy trans???

lumpy: sorry i couldn't hear you i was revving up my lawnmower. what'd you say. ohh. lol

petunia: that's lovely! i support you completely

handy: okay. don't start thinking we're the same just because you had some part of your body chopped off too. i had it worse :/

disco bear: doesn't matter what's in your pants babe i want it regardless ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) rawr haha

russell: i get it. some pirates take longer than others to find what they truly want at sea. arghh matey

flippy: aww thank you for telling me :) that's super sweet.. it's nice you can express yourself like that

fliqpy: i don't fuckin care

shifty: if you've transitioned then that means you had the money for it........ you must be pretty RICH huh.. haha. haha.

lifty: yeah i heard trans people can pay up to 100k for transitional surgery out of their own pockets...... lets talk about it.

nutty: hegehegehheheghehrhejhehehe

sniffles: trans? oh, like transgender? that's amazing! i've done a lot of studies on transgender specimens. very interesting stuff...... if you ever need a doctor for your transitional surgery then don't be afraid to reach out :)

mime: (gives you a thumbs up ^-^)

mole:

pop: another QUEER LIBERAL in our conservative little home huh.. sick of all you ALPHABET people taking over and ruining our traditional values with your mucky unwanted ones. its called TREE TOWN not TRANS TOWN. ugh

flaky: i'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me about it.... it's not exactly the same but i understand not feeling like yourself. you can talk to me anytime :>

lammy: it's good that you're trans! the flag colors are really pretty.. i would hate if you were stuck with an ugly flag.. y'know.

splendid: which one is that? ahaha i get them mixed up sometimes. right. yes. transgender. of course i support you :)

WHY WOULD YOU DO POP LIKE THAT??????

[fagdykevash]

[Transcription: Buckle in, boys. We got a gnarly 3v3 here. Starts out with the Minnie Mouse- calling, hangs up immediately, as you do with that opening. Oh, he chokes her out! Oh, Round over. Okay, that was an impressive first round. That's pretty easy. What we got now. Oh, Firetruck. He's wearing the hat, too, so he could do the double spin. Sets it up by knocking him over. Yeah, I would tower here. Two blocks. Nice. All right, it's time to double spin. There's the hat. Oh, we went too far. Oh, what is this guy, a rookie?That's tough. We got boxing glove, He can just knock everything down. Why do you leave the tower? Is he setting up for something? Oh, he's got the light. He could spin it, he could spin it! Wow. Wow. All right, this guy's pretty good. We got the doctor. He's gonna use the stethoscope. Just gonna scope around: four and one on top. Pretty good move. Good scouting. What we got? Dinosaur. Oh, you can use the "Rawr!" [Dino roars] That was impressive. Oh, but he's got lunchbox. Oh, lunchbox completely counters this. You can just put everything in there. Yeah. Wow. I haven't seen the dinosaur counter that casually in a while. Wait, what we got now? Oh it's the xylophone. [Announcer sings along] Yes. Perfect. He played that perfectly. Oh, does he know the counter melody? [Announcer sings along to the counter melody] He knows the counter melody. Wow. That was crazy. What we got now? Oh, that's unblockable. Unless you're ready for it. Well, good play. Pool noodle's honestly slept on. I used to play it a lot. Here we got Luigi. Now he's got something in his hat. Oh. Negates the xylophone. Really you can just toss that away at this point. Yep. Pulls out a cd. Oh, if he has a pen, if he has a pen- he was holding the pen the whole time. He can just sign it. This is the autograph win. This is a known- this is a known end game. Wow. Okay, we got Superman. And one last standoff, I think. Fake shit, solid move, stirs it. Make sure you turn it. Yeah, there we go. Spits in it, with the unicorn. Oh, we got unicorn love. This is a weird opening. I'm not too familiar with this one. This will be nice for a final round, though. Batman duck jumps right in. Wait, he's gonna pour water on it, he's gonna pour water on it! He's gonna pour water on it. He blocked it!! Oh, Luigi and company wins. Dude, what a good game. End Transcription]

[fleeting-sims]

i want you now mr doctor, rawr ;3

ok

was it that good that it broke him?

( it was )

[rawrenjoyer]

it's two am

[authorjennieelaine]

"Hey, we're a local art gallery and we're doing a book illustrator show this January"

"oh cool!"

"we would like you to be in it"

"oh yes please!"

"you'll need six illustrations and only four can be from your book. Two need to be new works"

"hell yeah, imma draw my crazy antagonist and make her hot"

"what"

[mirahuyooo]

A Green-Eyed Devil [pt 2] | mafia!bts reaction

[Mafia!BTS Getting Jealous]  — Hyung Line

— you suppose even a man like him isn’t safe from the clutches of envy

In which, your boyfriend, in spite of who he is, lets the green-eyed devil on his shoulder get the best of him.

Word Count: 2,733 Content/s: established relationship rawr, fluff, drama, angst, jealousy jealousy, red flags, possessive behavior, subtle gaslighting??, guns and thoughts of murder (mafia shit), suggestive themes lmao (spicier than the last one ayee), Mafia AU

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A/N: I finally got around to finishing this!! I was feeling too soft to write the angst that my best friend encouraged me to write lmao buT i did decide to write this one mostly on their POV than (Y/N)s so there’d be more emphasis on their jealousy ASJSJSJ hope y’all enjoyed!

KIM SEOKJIN

Kim Seokjin liked to think himself to be above jealousy, this you could tell well with his aura alone. Seokjin exudes confidence—he is confidence personified himself. He had money, power, and a beautiful woman by his side, he told you once, what else would he be jealous of?

His former classmate, it would seem. 

Seokjin watched as you and Lee Hanjae talked—you laughing weakly at something he said in spite of your condition as the doctor checked your vitals. The sight of it makes his blood boil, not that he'd ever admit that out loud. 

This is all my fault. 

It had been around a few days ago, when, during a party, your drink had been laced with something that led to you being rushed to the hospital and confined to this nice yet still dull hospital room. It had been one of the only times Seokjin found himself losing composure—his heartbeat ran wildly, he couldn't breathe, and his nerves couldn't quite settle the same. Fear. For the first time in years, Kim Seokjin felt fear. 

Seokjin supposes this is also his fault—you becoming close with his former classmate, while he spent hours, occupied with barking orders at his men to track down the culprits responsible for your situation. Still, that doesn't mean he'll back down without a fight. 

Ever the proud man, Seokjin marches into the room, posture straight and head held high as he levels the doctor with a cold stare. His anger comes in waves that can never topple the man down, and he knows it well, because he's the one drowning in it instead. 

Lee Hanjae is a good man, if Kim Seokjin must bitterly admit it—among the top of the class, approachable and good-natured, and an accomplished doctor in his field. Most compellingly, he doesn't land his girlfriends in the hospital. 

"Everything seems to be going well for you, (Y/N)," Dr. Lee smiles at you and your boyfriend assuredly, still unaware of the stiff tension in the air. "You'll be out of here in no time."

"Tha—"

"Thank you, Hanjae."

Seokjin's curt tone cutting you off hadn't been meant to be rude to you, simply a by-product of his conflicting emotions. With only a tight-lipped smile from you, Dr. Lee leaves your room, leaving you with your boyfriend, whom you've finally had the chance to look at properly since you were admitted here. Seokjin imagines what he must look like—dark circles marring his features, accompanied with furrowed brows and a frown. A handsome yet pathetic sight. 

You wordlessly pat at a space on your bed, Seokjin obliging to sit beside you. "That was rude," you half-heartedly chide, lightly smacking his thigh as you look at him expectantly, an eyebrow raised. 

Before you, Seokjin's silent and deep in thought, guilt diving into the sea of his conflicting emotions. He knows the name of the monster in the depths of his despair, but he doesn't dare say it—it doesn't dare speak of how much of a failure he feels, or how unnecessary his envy is. 

"Talk to me, Jinnie," your soft voice makes Seokjin curse himself as he feels himself nearly buckling. He's part of a mafia for fuck's sake!

"Do you ever regret being involved with me?"

Your eyebrows raise at his words, a sliver of his troubled thoughts finally coming to light and revealing themselves to you. Seokjin can't find it in himself to look into your eyes, his anxious brain telling him to pack it up and leave. It's over. She hates y—

"It's difficult," you admit, placing your hand atop his to give it a squeeze. "But I'm in too deep to ever try and unlove you."

Such words pull Seokjin out of the troubled sea of fury drowning him. He leans close to press a kiss onto your forehead, heart much less heavier than before. "I love you, too, jagi."

You agreeably hum before him, giving him a bright smile he couldn't help but mirror. "Good," you say. "There was no need to get jealous. Hanjae was just telling me about your college days."

Seokjin paled at what kind of embarrassment his classmate might have told you of, but he stubbornly tried to save face. "Jealous?" he hilariously scoffs, "when?"

MIN YOONGI

It was around an hour past midnight that Min Yoongi finally came home. "Is she asleep?" he sighs to himself as he walks into his penthouse to see your curled up figure on the couch—most likely having waited for him to come home. 

This is his fault, really.

No, it's some stupid druglord's fault, actually. If that bastard was still alive, Min Yoongi would very much like to empty an entire clip into his body for this. 

"Yes, sir."

Caught off guard, Yoongi immediately reaches for the gun concealed at his waist and points it at the source of the voice, only to see a shocked rookie with his hands up in surrender. "It's just me, sir!" the young man quickly tells his boss, ducking away from the gun’s range. "Just me!"

Choi Yeonjun.

He's a runaway from too many failed foster care arrangements and got involved with the underground fairly young as a way to survive. He's young, spry, and outgoing outside of missions and assignments—quite promising, if Yoongi must admit, which was why he approved of assigning him as one of your bodyguards. 

"God damn it, Choi," Yoongi hissed, securing his gun away. "Keep your voice down."

The young man obediently nods as Yoongi looks him over. "What are you doing here anyways?" he begrudgingly asked, a brow raised as he knows the penthouse is secure enough without a bodyguard being within the home itself. 

"Miss (Y/N) said to help myself to some dinner before I go," Yeonjun shyly confesses with an awkward cough as he nodded his head to the kitchen where he had just come from. 

Yoongi's eyes flit towards the kitchen where a pot lay waiting at the stove. Another missed dinner, he curses in his mind, shaking his head as his mood worsens at yet another poisonous thought. 

It's rather ridiculous, he knows, but the thought of you warmly inviting the young man to help himself to the stew you made makes Yoongi frown. In spite of being a man of reason, Yoongi is also a vehement lover—greedy for every ounce of your affection, and in spite of the restraints he binds himself with, he can't help but be spiteful of the work that took him from you for days. 

The case of having to deal with the druglord and his mess, has deprived Yoongi of your home-cooked meals, hugs, and kisses. He knows he has the terrible case of jealousy—an ugly, terrible thing that he always once thought was beneath him, which was absolutely worsened by the fact that you've always had some sort of fondness for the rookie. It's a sisterly love, he could tell, but that doesn't stop the green-eyed demon to give an outcry of "what ifs" and urge him to remove the unknowing Yeonjun from his post. 

Enough of this. I've already been away for far too long. 

"Nevermind," he sighs in defeat, not wanting to spend any more of his energy on either his useless thoughts or Yeonjun. "You're dismissed."

With that, the young man bows and takes his leave. 

Silence reigns within the penthouse with nothing but the faint padding of his shoes to fill it as he leans over the sofa to look at you. Yoongi smiles softly upon realizing that you were wearing one of his sweaters. 

In the midst of carrying you to the bedroom, however, you began to stir, making Yoongi stop for a moment. "Yoongs?" you slur in deep drowsiness, eyes squinting and trying to make sense of his silhouette in the dim lighting. 

A kiss on your forehead satiates the both of you in that moment. "Right here, jagi."

The delight on your face is instant, snuggling into his neck as you wound your arms around him. Jealousy becomes a short-lived monster retreating back into the depths. 

As expected, it's ridiculous. 

JUNG HOSEOK

Jung Hoseok wouldn't exactly call it jealousy, per se. Envy means to covet for what others have, but you're already his, just as much as he's yours. What damnation would this sickly green feeling fall under then? He isn't quite sure himself. 

It started with a fight, see—something he couldn't care less about at the moment when you're sitting at the bar across the room with a man that's not him. 

He knows you're trying to make a point—you and your silent treatment. The both of you were stubborn in your own ways when in a conflict, but yours happens to be ignoring his existence until he gives in. Usually, this is easily resolved at home, and yet here you two were at a gala, traces of your contempt and tension over the argument still in the air. 

I should've cancelled. 

"I don't think it's that bad of a deal, Junsu, but…"

Your voice drifts into silence, your eyes flitting to Hoseok's figure as he approaches. There's an unmistakable scowl on his lips. The first time he hears your voice again and it's to a fucking lackey of an affiliate like this one—some stranger's name falling from your lips than his. 

"Who's this, jagi?" he asks with a tight-lipped grin, standing between you and Joonsoo, whatever his name is. Hoseok does not like your attention on someone else at times like this. 

The man, fortunately, knows when to back off, especially from Jung Hoseok himself. Respectfully bowing curtly at you both with an awkward smile. "Kim Junsu, sir," he politely says, "we met last year through Director Park."

Hoseok hums, looking at the young man up and down and recognizing no ill intent. The boy's a pup. 

Somehow, he's even more pissed to think that he might've been a more pleasant company than Hoseok first thought. "Can I have a moment, jagi?" your boyfriend turns to you without any further thought, not wasting any more time on the poor lackey. 

To Hoseok's absolute delight, you sigh and put your hand into his inviting one. 

Hoseok leads you out into the hallway, away from the prying eyes of the people in the ballroom. "I know what you're trying to do, jagi," he drawls as he looms over you. "Don't you think it's time to stop?"

You simply raise your brow at him, eyes daring him even as he backs you against a wall with his hands caging you into position. There's a mix of triumphant knowing in your eyes—the actions you've orchestrated to make him feel this way—and the spark of the anger he saw on you a few days ago. 

The sight of it is intrinsically pleasing yet vexing all the same. Speak to me, he almost whines, as one hand of his snakes around your waist. Perhaps he has gone soft after all, wanting nothing more than for you to smile and talk to him again.

You keep your hands on his chest, as if you'd dare to push him off but Hoseok could sense the want somewhere in your eyes. "I'd prefer you giving me silence alone than to resort to this," he growls, his lips that have been longing to be on yours all night finally crashing against yours. 

For a moment, the kiss lingers and it makes Hoseok happier than ever. Alas, you push on his chest to pull away, voice somehow fond yet also spiteful that it sends shivers down his spine to finally have it directed to him and no one else. "You're such a jerk," you roll your eyes at him, to which he simply grins. 

"Will you forgive this idiot then?" he croons happily now that you've acknowledged him, burying his face into your neck. 

"Not until you apologize to Junsu for being rude," you quip, instantly receiving a scowl from your boyfriend at the mention of the man. 

Alas, just as he's too stubborn to admit his jealousy, Jung Hoseok was too stubborn to admit his faults. 

"Why should I?"

With nothing but a glare from you in response, Jung Hoseok grumbles and sighs, pulling away as the both of you start going back into the ballroom. The mafioso does his best to ready his tongue for the bitter apology he’ll have to make, lest he suffers in your silent fury yet again. 

KIM NAMJOON

Namjoon finds it fortunate to have mastered the art of schooling his expressions. There's a polite dimpled smile on his face in spite of the utter fury raging through his veins, and everyone in the room is none-the-wiser until he deems it fitting to show his wrath—including you. 

Piercing eyes followed you as you moved across the dancefloor with another man, a son to one of Bangtan’s associates. The look of intrigue and attraction in his eyes didn’t elude the mafioso, very much further souring his mood and faltering his focus in the discussion he was having with the politician he was speaking to. His jaw clenched as he held himself back from glaring or frowning.

Namjoon thought himself to be below being the jealous type that restricts your freedom of choice. Besides, while he wanted to slowly integrate you into his life and show you the ropes of some of his work, the two of you had to attend this gala not together in fear of confirming to his enemies about his weakness for you.      

Alas, that also leaves you vulnerable to men who also can’t help but stare at you in the beautiful, form-fitting gown Namjoon bought for you. A part of him knows he can’t blame these men, but they also don’t get to indulge you the way Namjoon can.

Park Seoyoon, who guided you to the catering table after your dance, is an accomplished lawyer fairly detached from his father’s corrupted ways. He speaks with such charm, and makes you laugh in a way that twists Namjoon’s insides—a product of irrational emotions spurring his calm and collected facade. 

It was when he caught wind of your fleeting glance, along with a quick, secret smile just for him, that Namjoon finally decided to make a move for his sake. “Sorry to interrupt,” he nearly grits through his teeth, as he reaches you both by the catering table. “May I have this dance?” 

Of course, you accept—quite giddily if he must say. 

The head of Bangtan then spends the rest of the night orchestrating events to pull Seoyoon away from you—trapping him in a discussion with businessmen, convincing other ladies to circle around the lawyer, and sneaking off with you to a closet for a good half an hour. 

It was only a matter of time before you finally told him you wanted to go home. Namjoon hid his satisfaction with a compliant smile then, instructing you to get into the car while he finished off his covert negotiations. The ride was pleasant with you talking about the things you liked in the gala—that is, until you talked about the man himself. 

“He said what?” Namjoon tries to remedy his clenched fists and jaw by busying himself with drawing patterns on the back of your hand. 

None-the-wiser, you smile and gladly repeat yourself. “He said there’s an auction next month that’ll display these nineteenth century antiques. He’ll send over an invite if we’re interested.”

Namjoon can’t help the eye-roll of irritation he does. “If you’re interested.”     

“What?”

Your dumb-founded expression makes him sigh as the car comes to a halt in the driveway. “He doesn’t know we’re together, jagi,” he nearly grumbles as he got out of the car and offered his hand to help you out. “The invite’s for you alone.” 

He watches as you try and reconstruct the previous events. “But…” 

“He’s a man, jagi,” he grunts, the two of you walking towards the house, “and you’re a beautiful woman.” 

There’s a blush that spreads across your cheeks, but it’s replaced with an enlighted grin. "Oh my god," you gasped like you heard the juiciest gossip in town, stopping at the porch as you came to a conclusion. "Kim Namjoon, are you jealous?"

Namjoon almost winces at the teasing lilt of your voice. "I don't know what you're talking about, jagi," he feigns a smile yet again, hand coming to the small of your back as he nods his head to the door. "It's getting cold. Shall we get inside?"

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak @unknownwalkingobject​ @bloodline1632​​

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Edward says in Eclipse that Bellas scent/blood doesn't bother him anymore since he thought she was dead

But Bella says she knows this isn't true

Since you argue that Edward doesn't love Bella and simply wants to eat her - do you agree with Bella?

Anon's referring to this post, in which @therealvinelle posits that Edward doesn't love Bella. He just thinks she smells delicious and tells himself this is love otherwise he must admit he's driven by his thirst.

You've come to the wrong blog, anon, for so very many reasons.

Edward the Spin Doctor

On a number of occasions, Edward's quite the spin doctor, and these are things he openly admits to in canon. Not a guy I trust to be giving Bella Swan the raw, horrific, details of anything especially in cases where it's things he believes Bella wants to hear.

Also, notice his wording of that "it doesn't bother him anymore" not that "it doesn't interest me" or "I don't like it". He even goes on, in the same sentence I believe, to talk about how he kind of likes Bella's Swan now that he feels it no longer tortures him. He gets all the sweet sweet heroin with the "rawr kill" instinct begging him on.

Supposedly.

But let's back up a minute.

A Bit on Edward

What we argue isn't that he just wants to eat her.

I believe Edward sincerely wants to be in love with Bella Swan. Edward wants to be the sort of person who is in love, a tragic romance even, in which all the world becomes his stage. On Bella, her scent demands his interest, which he tries and fails to justify to himself until Alice gives him the out of "you're in love", that she's a human makes this extra sad and poetic which appeals to his sense of romance, and that he can't hear her thoughts means he can project any persona he likes (notably one that is nothing like Bella Swan's personality at all) onto her.

Boiling it down to "he just wants to eat her" is a bit too simple for the guy and doesn't give the small amount of credit I'm willing to give Edward on any given day.

The tragedy of Edward Cullen is he really, truly, wants to be a good person. He's just driven by an extreme violent instinct that he desperately represses and, when he can't, justifies to himself and others.

So, You Agree with Bella?

I press the 'doubt' button along with the 'interesting wording there, Edward' button.

Edward throughout the series insists Bella must remain human despite increasing pressure from his family, death threats, his own threat of suicide that he reveals to his loved ones, and Bella's own wishes.

Edward has a strong drive to keep Bella human while also being unable to remove himself completely from her life (as he tries and fails on numerous occasions). Now, yes, we hear it's about her immortal soul and that's certainly a factor but...

Edward brings up her smell a lot more than he brings up her soul.

In Midnight Sun, we have scenes where he's literally huffing her scent in her car like he's in an opium den. In the other books we have him constantly rambling nonsense to Bella Swan about how delicious she'd smell and how he's totally going to murder her any moment now (except he won't because he loves her) because she's so fucking delicious smelling.

In Twilight, Bella's surprised when after the James incident he tells her that he's annoyed that she doesn't smell right due to the blood infusion. ME TOO, BELLA.

He also has his New Moon "am I in torturous hell or wonderous heaven" moment in which the first thing he gets is Bella's scent and she doesn't say a word to him. It could be that he's just that happy to be reunited with her or... it's about the scent again.

Even when he drops that in Eclipse, notice that it's not not about the scent. It's "I have discovered I have no interest in eating you as it caused me such physical pain" not "You no longer smell delicious to me". He's STILL going on about the scent, and how wonderful she smells, he just trusts to control himself because the idea of living without her (possibly without the scent) is just that torturous to him that when she dies he'll kill himself.

And note that he's still resigning himself to do just that. Bella is mortal at that point, he wants to keep her mortal, she will inevitably die and they have no future together.

"Let's get married," Edward says.

[mvalentine]

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!

HI AGAIN!!!!!

Sooo... this ask was me; again, HI 💖

Here are my asks for youuuuuuuu, no pressure though!

if your OCs could only use one kind of writing/notetaking method for the rest of their life, what would it be and why? (pen and paper, digital, etc.)

2. on special holidays/occasions, do your OCs call anyone in particular? why or why not?

3. would your OCs hold the door for anyone else? OR would they slam it in the person's face, especially if they hate that person?

4. if your OCs met you, what would be their first impression of you? and would they ever interact with you again in the future?

that's all i have for now, buh bye queen!!!! have a good whatever the hell you're doing rn!!!!! 💕💕💕

hellooo <333 omg hi first of all thank you so much for that ask you sent me, it genuinely made my entire night 💘 & ahhh these asks are so fun!! im gonna answer for lana (my oph mc) & audrey (my trr mc) because they’re my current hyperfixations atm!!

1. lana: okay so i think lana would very much go the digital route. as a doctor & someone who went to med school- efficiency is key & we all know that pen & paper take way longer. she’s an incredibly fast typer, & she likes the fact that she can have all her files & data stored in one space— plus shes not the most organized & is highly likely to loose her handwritten notes!

audrey: now audrey on the other hand is very much the opposite — she’s a pen & paper girlie through and through <33 she enjoys the artistry of making pretty notes, of using different colors & markers & trying out different fonts and styles. she went to business school & her notes were always top tier, and she was nice enough to share with her classmates in need. she’s also an art enthusiast & later goes on to get a second degree in art history (it’s what she wanted to do initially but didn’t feel as though it was ‘legitimate’ enough) so that could be where her fondness for handwritten notes stems from.

2. lana: she’s not big on holidays & vacations and is definitely not the type to go all out, atleast for herself. i think part of it stems from holidays always being a time for excessive opulence & extravagance, as her family was like quite wealthy & used these holidays as a means to host fancy galas & events rather than bond as a family. once she cuts ties with her family (there’s a long messy backstory to that that i won’t bore you with <3) she starts making her own traditions with her best friend dom & her best friend isabella. she always calls dom, he’s her family. bella unfortunately passed away (another long & messy story that i won’t get into rn <3) but her daughter alana is actually lana’s goddaughter (hence their names) & so she always calls alana & her dad up to wish them. she used to be close to isabella’s family until she passed away & then sort of became very stiff & formal with them because she blamed herself for bella’s death (bella took her own life). i think a few years down the line after she gets with ethan, she reconciles with them (they never once blamed her & always considered her a second daughter) because she deserves happiness too yk <3

audrey: audrey’s mom was never in the picture, it was always just her & her dad. audrey loves any holiday & will take it as an opportunity to dress up and go all out. unfortunately, her dad passed away when she was 17 (why do i give all my ocs such traumatic backstories like what’s that all about?), so she can’t exactly call him. her best friend talia is the one she always calls on any holiday, and she’s still big on celebrating all holidays although her birthday now is more of a bittersweet one, something she just likes to celebrate by herself & later on with drake. nothing fancy, just a bottle of whiskey & a night of reminiscence.

3. lana: i mean, she wouldn’t go out of the way to hold the door open for people. if someone happens to be behind her then i mean yeah, she would hold it open for them & wait for them to pass. but she’s definitely not one of those people who’s gonna be holding open the door for like 5-10 people, like do it yourself people she’s busy & got things to do. oh & she would 100% slam the door in someone’s face if she doesn’t like them, and i say good for her <3

audrey: once again, she’s my sweet baby angel. she’s sarcastic & witty and doesn’t let anyone get away with their bullshit— but she’s also a genuinely kind person. so yeah, she would definitely hold the door open for several people, even if she didn’t like them (unless she really really hated someone yk?)

4: lana: you know i have come to the sad conclusion that lana wouldn’t really like me all that much. which is incredibly sad because she is literally my first & favorite oc. she would find me super loud & overly nice (not because im overly nice i just love meeting new people and get really excited) & wouldn’t really want to interact with me in the future (PLEASE THIS IS SO SAD). if we met at a night out though, we would be besties <333 she’s way more fun & easygoing when she’s hammered oops (also when i say besties i mean for that one night only yk like those girls you meet at the club & you’re glued to the hip for that one night but then never speak to each other ever again after the fact? yeah.)

audrey: now audrey on the other hand, oh yeah we would be besties. we have all the same interests— gilmore girls, taylor swift, cheesy teen rom-coms, 2010 boybands etc. audrey is a very special oc for me because she represents the feeling of owning who you are & not being shamed for having quote unquote girly/basic interests. she used to be embarrassed about what she liked, especially because she dated an older man when she was like 18/19 who really messed with her sense of self & self esteem— but she’s actively worked on herself & gotten therapy and isn’t ashamed of what she likes (i mean she’s got a lot to work on with letting people in on who she really is behind the unflappable & confident facade but that’s a story for another day.) so! i think in the beginning she would find me fun to hang out with, just someone who’s easy-going & fun-loving. i think overtime she would also realize that our friendship could be more than just a ‘fun friendship’ but rather something deeper because i mean i like to think that im a good listener & a decent friend so yeah <333 we would be besties we would have movie nights, we would go to a bar & just talk for hours on end, we would give each other dating advice & just yeah ugh i love her sm!!

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just as you are: JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon // Summary: A relaxing beach day turns into a horrible one with a few mean words from some kooks about your body. Over the next couple of weeks, JJ begins to notice a difference in your eating habits.   

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!!warning: possible trigger warning? body shaming. not eating on purpose.. etc 

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You were already self-conscious of your body before going to the beach. However, the insecurity became even worse when you overheard a few of the kook girls talk about the way your body fit into the bathing suit. They made comments about how they couldn’t believe JJ was with a woman of your size. How JJ was smaller than you were. It was hurtful and the relaxing day at the beach instantly turned into the worst.

Tears burned your eyes as you made your way back toward where JJ sat laid out on a towel. He’d chosen to stay at the towel instead of getting into the water. You grabbed an extra towel and wrapped it around your body before taking a seat next to JJ.

“Water feel good?” JJ asked.

You hummed in response and hugged the towel tighter across your body. At least the towel would hide your hideous body.

“Hey.. you okay?” JJ asked softly, sitting up, his hand going to your knee.

You bit back tears as you looked over at him, nodding, “Can we go home? I’m suddenly not feeling well…”

JJ glances out at the water and saw the kook girls getting out then looked back at you, nodding, “Sure baby.”

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He didn’t think much of it that night. But when he’d ordered a pizza, you hadn’t taken one bite of a piece. He figured maybe you’d had too much sun today. Then the next day out on the boat with the pogues, he watched as you snacked on the same pack of crackers the entire day. Then the day after that, you’d skipped breakfast, had a few bites of his ice cream, and then at dinner, you’d ate only a pack of crackers. At the time, he didn’t think much of it, but now, sitting here next to you as you lay in a hospital bed, everything fell into place.

“You’re not okay.” He says from your bedside.

“I’m fine.” You huff, annoyed he’d even brought you here. It was a normal day on the boat when you’d fainted and hit your head on the side of the boat. You told him it was too much sun but he didn’t believe you. Then when you arrived at the E.R, the nurses told you were extremely dehydrated.

“No! No, you aren’t!” He quickly faces you, pointing at the iv bag hung by your bedside, “You’re extremely dehydrated. You haven’t eaten anything all week!”

You lay your head back on the pillow, closing your eyes, “JJ, just stop. I have eaten, you just haven’t seen me eat. You’re not with me 24/7.”

“I’m with you enough, y/n. The doctors even said you were extremely dehydrated. You wouldn’t be dehydrated if you were eating enough. So, why did you stop eating? You could have killed yourself!” He throws his hands up in anger.

“Because I’m fat, JJ!”

He slowly lowers his hands, looking at you like you just kicked his puppy, “What?”

“I’m fat, JJ. I’m bigger than you. I’m ugly, fat, and you should be with someone skinnier. So, that’s what I was trying to do! I wanted to be skinny for you.” Your eyes are filling with tears as you look at him.

“That’s not true.” He whispers, feeling his heart break at you even thinking that way about yourself. “You’re the most beautiful woman on this island. Hell, on this whole earth.” He steps closer to you and goes to take your hand in his, but you pull away.

“You shouldn’t be with me. You should be with someone skinnier… someone like those kook girls.” You turn your head away from him, laying back again on the pillow.

“Look at me.”

You shake your head, ignoring his order.

“Look at me, y/n.” His voice is stern, and the volume raises just a little.

You finally turn your head back to him, tears flowing down your cheeks, “I’m ugly and fat.” You whisper.

He sits next to you on the bed and wraps his arms around you, careful not to touch your iv. His body engulfs yours as you sob into his chest. “I don’t know what those kook girls said to you that day at the beach, but that’s as far back as I can remember when you changed. Whatever they said it’s not true. They’re just mean and evil. You’re perfect to me y/n. I’m the only person that should matter. Not those kook girls, not strangers walking by. Me. I’m the only person who’s opinion should matter. I love you for you. All of you. Including your beautiful body.”

“They said they couldn’t believe you were with a woman of my size..” You sniffle.

He shakes his head and holds you closer to him, “Yeah and I can’t believe they could be such bitches to say such a thing. They obviously don’t know me at all. You’re beautiful and perfect to me y/n.” He pulls away and cups your cheeks, making you look at me. “You don’t understand how worried I’ve been about you. This isn’t right, what you’re doing. I mean I could have lost you today, y/n. I was terrified.” He whispers, wiping stray tears from your cheeks.

“I’m sorry..” You whisper.

“Please, talk to me next time. I don’t want to go through this again. I mean I’m serious, I thought I had lost you. There was all this blood and you wouldn’t wake up.” He shudders at the thought and pulls you back into his chest.

“I just wanted to be perfect for you.”

“You already are..” He kisses your head, “I love you y/n. Just as you are.”

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Tenth Doctor x Reader

(Y/N)'s POV

I sat on my bed waiting for my bad connection to just magically get better. The google meeting popped up and popped up with the, "Contact your system administrator for more information" screen again. I swear the hardest thing so far has been not getting a good enough internet connection. I groaned in frustration for the hundredth time this morning. The sounds of London's busy street sounded in the distance, the sound of cabbies being hauled coming from outside my window was less than distant though. My neighbor shot bullets at the wall earlier this morning causing me to wake up, but I think he went out on a case a while ago as it's too quiet in his flat. Ahh, the sounds of Baker Street never get old.

I live in a flat with my mother and brother, who are some of the hardest people to talk to I swear. I slammed my computer shut. I gripped locks of my hair and pulled, not too hard but just enough to let my stress out. My breath caught in my throat as I heard a noise. A noise that only a few words can describe. The first one to pop into my head is, 'whooping' but maybe 'mysterious' could work too. I looked to where the noise was coming from. My hands still tangled in my hair.

In the corner of my room, through my fingers, I saw a blue box that said 'police public call box'. It was one that I only saw in a television show I watched as a kid. TARDIS I think it was called. A time machine that could also take you anywhere in the universe. And, if im correct, this box comes with a man inside. Upon remembering my fascinations with this man and box, I leaped into the air and off my bed, causing me to hit the floor with a thud.

My feet captured within my covers. I Quickly untangle myself and stumbled across the floorboards. I stood up straight and dusted myself off as I stood in front of the tardis blue doors. I pushed on them, I was half expecting them to be locked. Once opened, I looked inside with amazement, It looked different than what I remember. I saw a man in the center, at the control panel. I stepped in, and as soon as I did the TARDIS started to shake. I fell to the ground, and I fell hard.

"Finally!" a shout from the man came. I shakingly pushed myself up. I stood up leaning against the railing.

"Huh, so it is real." the astonishment got more and more prominent toward the end of the sentence. The man quickly turned around. I let go of the railing and continued looking at the scenery.

"What are you doing in here?!"

"What were you doing in my room?" I questioned and started walking to the middle, where the man of my fantasies stood.

"It was an accident."

"Then me being here is also an accident," I stated. My hand guiding on the rail around the console.

"Don't touch anything!" he shouted as he ran up to me and moved me to sit on the companion seat.

"I'm tacking you back home."

"No!" I shouted, "There's still so many things I need to see, doctor!" I pleaded while I landed on the holey ground. This has been my dream from when I was a kid, and there was no way an 800-year-old alien was gonna take that away from me.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, getting his screwdriver out from the inside pocket in his suit coat.

"Oh please, it's not your name it's your title. And I know that because you're on the telly sometimes. Though I don't know which generation you are." I spoke knowingly yet curious.

"Tenth, im taking you home." "But-"

"Now." his stern voice roared (RAWR X3 nuzzles pounces on you UwU you're so warm) and his stern face glared in my direction. I slumped back into the companion's seat with a torn look sketched onto my face. I hear him click and bang a couple of things before resting one hand on the panel and the other lost within his locks.

"So does that mean I can stay?" I asked hopefully.

"Absolutely not. once I get her fixed, you're going back where you came from," he said while grabbing a red toolbox from the ground and walking to the other side of the shining teal pillar, and hopping through the rails. I bounced up off the chair and to the doors. "Don't you open those doors!" he shouted.

of course, I didn't listen, I mean why would I? this is a once in a lifetime experience. I swung the doors open and saw a scene that I couldn't put into words. but I'll try. the ground was a reddish-orange colour and the sky a bright green with a red sun-like object resting over the horizon. the terrain was mountainous. in the distance, I saw something that looked like a village. I closed the doors behind me and ran. it was a good minute or two before I reached where the village was.

the streets were decorated in star-designed banners and were crowded with aliens of different species buying things that went along with the star/space theme. I continued to squeeze my way through the people. I saw a line leading to a stadium. wanting to know what was in there I quickly joined. the wait wasn't nearly as long as the line so I got in pretty quick.

I took a seat and saw the sky had changed into a dark purple. I saw billions of stars, hundreds of galaxies, and so many nebulas I couldn't count them. my jaw dropped at the most beautiful sight.

"There you are, I told you-" I looked at the voice and saw the doctor. I knew that he was going to be mad at me but I was too happy to care. "Why are you crying?" he asked, taking a seat next to me. my head tilted as I moved my hand up to my face, and sure enough, I felt tears.

"I'm just so happy I guess," I said with a closed-eyed smile. I looked back up to the stars, ever since I was a kid all I wanted to do was travel the stars before my dad died whenever there was a meteor shower or the milky way could be seen or even when you could see the planets in the night sky, we would always go to the middle of nowhere and camp to see the stars in all of there glory.

"They're just stars." I heard the doctor say, in the corner of my eye I could see him staring up at them too.

"They may be stars to you but to me, this is my childhood dream come true." I said with a large smile. " you know how I said you would be on a show in the telly? I would stay awake all night dreaming of the day that you would pop up in my room and id run away from my life and see the stars with you. that's why I didn't want to go back home." I looked at him through teary eyes, "I just wanted to see the stars and galaxies and all of the nebulas up close. to travel the stars just like my dad wanted." I smiled so wide while tears streamed down my face fast and into my mouth. he looked at me and gave me a one-armed hug, pulling me close to him.

we stayed like that for hours, watching the stars. he pointed at them and told me the name and stories of each one, along with the planets beyond them. I fell asleep on his shoulder and woke up in one of the rooms in the TARDIS. I was surprised that I was even there still. I was sure that he would have brought me home by now.

I got up from the bed and quickly put on my shoes, and walked out to the console room.

"Oh! Good you're up!" he jumped up and down, "So where to now! I heard that the planet Hat-P-7b is in rain season this time of year, oh or we could even go to J1407b, they have amazing crapes, though they don't call it crapes..." he went on and on about the planets we could go to. to say the least, I was happy. too happy that I was scared it was a dream. "So, where to?" he asked, leaning forward waiting for my answer.

"Somewhere amazing," I said with a smile, excited for the adventures that I was going to have with this man.